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[withering-daylight]

GENTLE REASSURANCE | OSCAR PIASTRI X FEM!READER

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summery: You are a woman whose only used to toxic partners. One rule being “Never touch my phone” that your old partners often insisted on you following. Now, you’re dating Oscar and he asks you to check his phone when a message appears on his lock screen.

warnings: cheating (mention of past cheating).

word count: 1.5k

A/N: first F1 fic wooo!! A George (or Leclerc) fic is next babes 😉 if you like this don’t be shy and comment, like, reblog, etc!

This is not proofread, please be mindful of that!

One of the good things of a three week break period was the mini vacation it brought for you and Oscar. Aside from fitness training and some debriefing, you two had a could amount of time to just.. relax.

Oscar was an amazing boyfriend. He was more on the quiet side, yes, but he always thought about you in the little things. He loved to lay with you and make you food. He was content with you, and he wanted nothing more than to just keep you close to him.

You on the other hand, weren’t used to this kindness. The kindness that didn’t expect something in return. It was pure. Loving.

You were used to toxic partners. More specifically, cheating. You were so used to it that you expected your future partners to cheat on you. Of course, past cheating lead to trust issues.

Which, is why when Oscar’s phone buzzed while he was rolling up cookie dough with his hands and putting it on a baking sheet, it immediately sent alarm signals to your brain. You were leaning against the kitchen island, eyeing his phone.

“Hey sweetie, can you check who messaged me?” Oscar asked, not looking up as he place cookie dough in even spaces on the sheet. You blinked in utter surprise. Your exes always told you not to even look at their phone— much less look at messages.

“Uh, yeah.” You choked out, grabbing his phone hesitantly. Oscar noticed the hesitation from the corner of his eye, but didn’t comment on it yet. “Do you need my password or Face ID?” He asked, finally looking up and flicking his head to get his hair out of his eyes.

“Nope.” You responded, typing in his password from memory. With a chime, his phone unlocked and you navigated your index finger to his messages app.

Lando No-rizz

Look what I got 🔥

You breathed a silent sigh of relief. It was just Lando, not some girl. You put down Oscar’s phone back onto the counter.

“Just Lando.” You say, “He sent a picture of him with his monster energy drink.”

Oscar shook his head, a small grin on his face as he leaned down to put the pan of cookie dough into the oven to let them bake. He stood up, grin softening to a sweet smile.

“Thank you, love. I appreciate it.” He said with genuine appreciation. He walked over to you and kissed your cheek. You smiled, your nose scrunching up.

“You’re welcome Osc.” You laughed, feeling his arms around your torso. He pulled you closer to him, pressing his face against your shoulder. His smile faded to a serious — but still gentle — expression, looking up at you through his lashes.

“Why did you hesitate when you grabbed my phone?” He asked, pressing a kiss of sweet reassurance to your shoulder.

You swallowed thickly, “I’m just.. not used to being asked to touch my partner’s phone, and definitely not able to look at messages.” You replied, looking down at your hands.

He sighed. A soft sigh. Not one of disappointment, or annoyance. A sigh of sadness.

“Baby I’m never going to hide anything from you. You can look through my phone whenever you want, and if you ever have any suspicions for any reason, just talk to me. Please.” He whispered, rubbing hands in a repetitive up and down motion on your hips. “I love you so much, I don’t want you to think otherwise.” He expressed, wanting to do everything he could to reassure you.

You turned around, now facing him. Tears had welled up in your eyes, begging to be released. Oscar gasped in alarm. He instantly tightened his arms around you.

“Did I say something wrong?!” He asked quickly, looking down at you with pure concern. You shook your head, smiling through the small whimpers that involuntarily escaped your throat.

“You said everything right.” You choked out, wiping your cheeks. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, kissing the top of your head multiple times.

“Don’t scare me like that..” He mumbled, still wanting to make sure you’re okay. His arms never loosened around you, but he did pull away enough to kiss every part of your face, ending with a kiss on the lips.

“Sorry.” You laughed, trying to stop the tears escaping your tear ducts by holding two fingers to the inner corners of both your eyes.

Ding!

The oven beeped loudly, signaling the cookies were done in the oven. Oscar (although reluctant) pulled back completely, moving his arms so they laid back at his side. He turned around and grabbed an oven mitt. Leaning down and opening the oven door. A blast of hot air hit Oscar while he grabbed the pan of now freshly baked cookies and putting them on the stove top. He pressed the “fan” button near the knobs that controlled the temperature of each of the four burners. The fan turned on to (hopefully) help cool off the hot pan and cookies.

“Those look good.” You observed, walking over and standing by Oscar. Leaning against the counter once more and staring at the cookies like they might disappear if you looked away. The aroma from the cookies were sweet and buttery, with a hint of vanilla. It was warm. Comforting.

“Just have to wait five minutes for them to cool down.” Oscar stated, putting the oven mitt away.

“You should make cookies more often, they’re delicious.” You said while biting into the 3rd cookie you’ve had in 10 minutes. You were curled up next to Oscar on the couch while watching some trashy reality tv (that Oscar only watched with you because you asked him to).

“Noted.” He acknowledged, chewing a bite of his own cookie. His arms were around you, and his free hand was laying on the top your head, scratching your scalp lightly. He knew how much that motion calmed you, and how it often times made you doze off.

You swallowed the last bit of cookie and let your arm hand over his torso. Your head lying on his chest comfortably. It was getting late and your poor eyelids were beginning to droop, practically begging to close completely.

“What time is it?” You asked, trying to blink the urge to sleep away.

“9:45.” Oscar responded, continuing the repetitive movements of his nails massaging your scalp. He looked down at your tired expression, a small smile appearing on his lips. “You should sleep, baby.” He whispered kindly.

You yawned, snuggling closer to the warmth of his body. “Maybe.” You say simply.

Oscar’s phone buzzed from the coffee table. It seemed so out of place in the soothing, quiet atmosphere. Alerted, you stiffened and looked at the device on the glass table. Immediately, the thought that it was a girl entered your mind before you could stop it.

Oscar’s arm around you tightened. He didn’t even look at his phone, instead pressing his face against your hair. He was in no hurry to pick it up.

You noticed it, and you were confused.

“Are you not going to look at it?” You asked, your gaze still looking at his phone only a few inches away.

“No. I’m too busy spending time with the love of my life.” Oscar responded instantly, “Whoever is messaging me, they can wait.” He finished.

You smiled softly, but even so, that ache of past situations that plagued your mind just made you want to look at who was messaging him. You reached for his phone.

“Mind if I?” You asked, grabbing the phone before resuming back where she was next to Oscar.

“Go ahead.” He reassured, wanting to ease any worries that still lingered.

You nodded, already typing his password for the second time that day. You immediately when straight to his messages and clicked on the most recent one.

Zak Brown

Remember to make sure to do some fitness training tomorrow.

You leaned your head back against Oscar’s chest. Did everyone in McLaren want to give you a heart attack today?

“Just Zak.” You muttered, pressing the action button on the side of Oscar’s phone to turn it off before putting it back on the coffee table.

“I’ll get to it in the morning, you matter more.” Oscar said, kissing the top of your head. You yawned, exhausted. You smile though, albeit a tired smile. With a content sigh you shifted comfortably against Oscar, finally letting your eyes droop fully.

With your head against his chest, and his arms around you securely, you felt safe. Content. Loved. While you’ll still get the alarm bells ringing in your head whenever his phone rings, at least now you know he’d never go behind your back. He loved you. Truly. He wouldn’t dare hurt you.

The gentle scratching of your scalp lulled you to sleep as you drifted off to serene dreamland. Now, you can sleep peacefully, and Oscar was happy your mind could rest. If you were content, then he could truly be content.

“I love you.. Osc..” you whispered just before you knocked out. He smiled.

“I love you more, sweetheart.”

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[buckybarnes82]

We don’t argue!

Summary: Bucky overhears a conversation that makes him worried about your relationship. He acts out of emotion instead of logic.

“I’m just saying, if there are no fights, there is no romance! It’s just boring!” Yelena spoke firmly as she, Ava, and Walker sat in the back of the armored van.

Buckys ears perked up, he wasn’t trying to be nosy, not necessarily. However, that was the only conversation to be heard and now he was helplessly tuned in.

“What do you mean? I feel like it’s healthy not to argue! Not everything in life should be a struggle!” Ava rebutted, a smug smirk on her face.

“There needs to be a balance though, fire and ice!” Walker chimed in and Yelena nodded in agreement.

Bucky smiled to himself, thinking deeply about his relationship with you. The two of you had never argued, never bickered really. There were some slight side comments made here and there but it was never bigger than that.

“I feel like if you never argue you’re too comfortable! Where is the spice? Where is the passion?” Yelena clutched her chest dramatically making both Ava and Walker laugh loudly.

Bucky felt different after hearing that, shifting around in the driver's seat. He always felt safer being the one to drive because it meant he was the one in control. Plus, Alexei was chaotic and his driving made everyone else car-sick.

Alexei was sitting beside Bucky in the passenger seat, munching on a bag of chili-coated peanuts. He eyed Bucky from his peripheral vision, noticing he was now chewing nervously on his bottom lip. “Want snack? You hungry?” He shook the bag of peanuts toward Bucky.

“No, I’m fine,” he raised his fingers in protest against the steering wheel, letting out an annoyed sigh as he heard the conversation in the back continuing. Alexei shrugged and went back to looking out the window. He was ready to call it a night as his eyelids felt heavier.

When they got to the watchtower, Bucky was unloading the van with Yelena, and the rest of the team was upstairs making dinner. The two of them grabbed all of the sleeping bags and extra items they used for their weekend mission when Yelena felt Bucky's brooding hit an all-time high.

“Okay, big guy! What is the matter?” Yelena stood with her hand on her hip as Bucky pouted around her. “You look like someone flushed your fish.”

“Flushed my…? What? Nothing's wrong.” He rolled his eyes, throwing a bulky backpack over his shoulder.

“You started to drive like Alexei at the end there. We got home 20 minutes before the navigation system said, You’re not fooling me.” She slammed the back of the armored van shut and started to walk away when Bucky stopped in his tracks.

“Y/N and I just never really argue and now I’m worried.” He mumbled as Yelena kept walking, she heard him but had no plans of slowing down.

“Never?” She asked incredulously.

“Nope, never.” Bucky followed her as they took the elevator back to their floor, he stared at his scuffed boots as he waited for her to respond.

“Well, you haven’t exactly had an easy go at things. Maybe she is peacekeeping, and that’s not always a bad thing.” Yelena felt guilty for her words back in the van, knowing Bucky was going to harp on them for the next few days if not, weeks.

“But you said….” Bucky wasn’t able to finish before Yelena cut him off.

“I was just talking to pass time! Don’t take it so seriously! Y/N is nice girl!” Yelena shrugged before they went their separate ways and Bucky retreated to his bedroom, deciding to skip dinner tonight and go straight to bed instead.

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The next morning Bucky couldn’t shake the conversation that Yelena and he had and decided that he was going to try and start an argument with you. He knew it was silly, and that he’d come to regret it but he was desperate to know if you refrained from expressing your feelings to keep him comfortable.

Bucky picked his phone up from his nightstand, it was charging overnight and he was eager to hear your voice even if he was in his head at the moment. He called you, letting out a heavy sigh as the phone rang.

“Hey, handsome! I’m so glad you’re finally home. I missed you!” Your voice was soft, cheery, and everything he needed right now. He was however laser-focused on starting a fight and didn’t want to waste any time trying.

“Hey! Why didn’t you call me last night? I had sent you a message when we got back.” He tried his hardest to sound frustrated, straining his voice to sound raspier than usual.

“Oh! I assumed you wanted your sleep! You usually come home, eat, and sleep so I didn’t want to throw off your schedule, I’m sorry baby!” Your voice was caring, kind, and gentle as always. You were also 100% right, and he knew it.

“Right, right” he mumbled, trying to think of something additional to say to change the trajectory of the conversation.

“Are you alright?” You knew by the sound of his voice that he had something on his mind.

“No, I’m really….” He couldn’t believe he was doing this, Was he an overly emotional teenage girl? His emotions were suddenly heightened, and his head was spinning. “I’m actually really upset that you didn’t check in with me, it made me feel like you weren’t the least bit concerned.”

“Bucky? Baby? I’m always concerned about you! Where is this coming from?” He could hear the sudden tremble in your voice, making his stomach drop with guilt.

“Lately I just don’t feel so sure” he lied, he knew he was lying but he couldn’t stop himself, he wanted you to fight back, say something that would flip this conversation on its ass but instead you just started to profusely apologize.

“I’m so sorry honey! I never meant to make you feel like that. I always care, I love you. So much!” You sniffled and that’s when he knew he couldn’t continue the charade.

“Well, I gotta go.” he hung up the phone, turning it off before throwing it haphazardly on his bed and throwing his head back into his pillows in frustration.

Twenty minutes later he heard a sudden knock on his bedroom door, and outside of it stood a very irritated Yelena Belova.

“Barnes, open up or I’ll knock this damn door down!”

Bucky groaned as he got out of bed, unlocking his door and stepping aside to let Yelena in. He assumed she must have heard everything that had just gone on, and wanted to yell at him for it.

“Now, why in the hell would you do that?” She stood with her hand on her hip as Bucky sat back down on his bed. “Your girlfriend has been texting me nonstop for the last fifteen minutes asking me if something happened to you.” She scrolled through the numerous texts you had sent her for proof “I knew the conversation had gotten into your pea-sized brain but you really tried to start an argument with her?”

“What conversation?” Your voice trembled as both Bucky and Yelena hadn’t heard you enter the room. Bob stood beside you for a moment before going to hide in the corner in his favorite beanbag chair.

You had crumbs of mascara littered across your cheeks, your eyes were red like they had been freshly washed with soap and Bucky felt an immediate wave of guilt wash over him.

“Doll? Shouldn’t you be at work?” He wasn’t sure why he said that maybe it was a startled reaction to seeing you but Yelena turned to him “You wanted a fight, I think you’re going to get one.” She audibly scoffed as she stepped out of his room, shaking her head obviously as she stepped out of your way.

“That’s all you’re going to say to me? After you accused me of not caring about you?” You had the attention of all of his teammates, they had stopped in their tracks as they watched the dramatic sight unfold around them.

Bucky stepped toward you, he felt like the world’s worst person right now and he wanted to fix it immediately but as soon as he stepped toward you, you stepped back and further away.

“What is Yelena talking about? What conversation Bucky?” You had your arms folded, and now your sadness flickered to anger and Bucky could feel the heat radiating off of you.

“I don’t know…” he quietly mumbled as he looked around at his teammates who were all tuned into the drama.

You turned to Ava, Yelena, and Walker who were whispering to one another. “What the fuck is going on? Someone speak! Now!”

None of the team had ever seen you upset, for as long as you’d been around them they had known you to be shy, and reserved. Alexei laughed to himself knowing never to make a woman especially a woman who loves you angry, and Bucky had really done it now.

“Yelena said that people in relationships who never argue are boring, and I guess that got into his head. Which might I add is pretty easy to do, am I right?” Walker laughed obnoxiously, trying to ease the tension in the room.

“Uncalled for” you scoffed and rolled your eyes. “I’m mad at him right now but that was still a low blow even for you.”

Yelena and Ava mirrored wide-eyed expressions at one another as Walker took that as a sign to be quiet.

Bucky fought back a smile knowing how much Walker got under your skin, and even if you were pissed at him right now you’d still defend him. “Please? Come into my room and we can talk.” His eyes were pleading, and you knew he hated every second of this very emotional outburst happening in front of everyone.

You followed him into his room, sitting on his bed as he paced in front of you.

“Talk” your tone was rough, still obviously frustrated.

“Yelena suggested that maybe we didn’t argue because you were trying to peace keep, and it made me feel like maybe when things bother you, you don’t want to tell me. Maybe you think I can’t handle it? I just wanted to push the boundaries today and I shouldn’t have.” He had run his hand through his hair about ten times just getting all of that out to you, and now he was standing still like a statue waiting for you to respond.

“You’re right, you shouldn’t have. We don’t argue because you’ve never upset me until today. I thought we were good at communicating and then you said you felt like I didn’t care. Bucky, if anything I care too much!” Your voice cracked and Bucky felt like his heart did too.

“I’m sorry for what I said, honey. I swear I didn’t mean it. I know you care about me, and I never question that. I guess I just didn’t want you to think what we have is boring or think you couldn’t talk to me.” He sat down beside you, reaching for your hand cautiously.

You let out a chuckle, a small breathy one but Bucky still heard it. You grabbed his hand, setting it on your lap as your fingers intertwined. “You think, that I would ever consider you or our relationship as boring? I mean look where we are right now.”

“I mean, I don’t know. I don’t know why I let it bother me so much.” He nervously chuckled, feeling you ease up beside him. “I love you and I’m sorry for that, it was immature and I should’ve just talked to you. I never meant to make you cry, and I’m sorry for that too.”

You leaned over, kissing his cheek softly. “I love you too, and yeah next time just talk to me instead of being a teenage girl about it.” He knew you were teasing but his cheeks still grew warm with embarrassment.

“For what it’s worth, can I say something?” He was holding back a laugh, and you could tell by the way his lips were tightly pressed together.

“Just say it” you smiled knowing what was coming next just by the way he was looking at you.

“You’re sexy when you’re mad. It was doing something to me.” He knew that would make you smile, but wasn’t necessarily a lie either.

“You like that I put Walker in his place, don’t you?”

“Yeah, yeah I did” Bucky chuckled before leaning over taking your face in his cupped hands to passionately kiss your lips like a man starved.

“Good because if he keeps making jokes like that I’m going to put poison ivy in his suit” you mumbled between kisses.

“Ooooh- promise?” Bucky chuckled as the two of you flopped down on his bed to continue kissing, your legs wrapped around his.

[bluewxrld07]

Soap (Alternate Ending)

Lando Norris X F!Reader

Summary: Y/N has always loved hard and shows that through affection. Especially lately. She's a touch-starved kind of lovergirl, and Lando has always been okay with it. At least she thought so.

Warning(s): tension, flangst, fluff

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Lando hadn't slept.

He hadn't been able to think straight.

People noticed at the premiere that he had only been there physically, but not anywhere near emotionally or mentally.

Critics kept saying it was because of the loss he took, or that maybe McLaren was trying to replace him with Oscar. Replace what Lando had built from the ground up.

The truth was, it was never that. It was the words he said to Y/N. It was the way her facial expression changed and broke as he spat absolute nonsense at her.

Everything he said was out of anger and frustration. He couldn't get his words out of his head. He couldn't get her out of his head.

It didn't help that his encounter with Max had haunted him. The way he had this fire in his eyes, he's rarely seen. Something he has rarely even seen on the track.

His emotions got the best of him that night, and they continued to get the best of him. When it came to the after-party post the F1 movie premiere, he couldn't stop thinking about Lewis' words.

It didn't stop him from messaging Max that night of the premiere, asking if it were true.

You have a lot of fuckin nerve to be sending me a message right now

That's all he received from the Redbull driver, nothing more, nothing less. Lando didn't know if he should be worried or have no right to be upset knowing what he knows now.

He didn't even think Max would send a response back. If anything, he expected a middle finger emoji if Max did respond.

Lando sat in the backseat of the large SUV, playing with his lower lip as his knee bounced continuously. His other hand was counting his fingers back and forth with his thumb.

To say he was a nervous wreck was an absolute understatement.

His mind wouldn't stop racing. It just wouldn't give him a quiet state of mind. Not once.

He had finally touched back home in Monaco, being driven back to his place as he kept arguing with himself if he should go see her once he was unpacked at home.

She'd probably slam the door on him. Or worse, Max would probably answer and have Lando's head on a stick for even trying to talk to her when she wasn't ready.

At that point, he wouldn't care if he was being honest with himself.

He decided against it for the time being, deciding that maybe he should try later in the week. Even though it would eat him alive till he saw her again.

Once Lando had gotten up to his place, he threw his stuff on his couch, the apartment already feeling empty and cold without her presence there. It was as if the light had left with her. His place was dark and gray in that moment.

He let out a sigh as he looked around the place, feeling both defeated, hungry, and tired. All at the same time.

When he went to his kitchen to see what he had for food, he let out a frustrated groan as he realized he had emptied his fridge before going away.

He slams it shut before heading back over to his living room to grab his wallet, keys, and phone, soon making his way out of his apartment to head towards the car garage.

It was a quiet drive as he drove down the still buzzing streets of Monaco, not missing the way some people were videoing his car passing by. Nothing out of the norm for his life, he didn't thinka single thing from it.

He tries to pull his hoodie higher over his head, adjusting his cap as well, not wanting people to catch the way his face looked more hollow and sad.

Once he makes it to the cafe parking lot, he pulls into a spot more secluded from the entrance and quickly scurries over to the front door.

The cafe smells like fresh coffee and grilled food, something that made the atmosphere feel much lighter than Lando had expected.

He goes up to order something to eat and drink, mentally fighting with himself to remember to have his assistant order his groceries later on when he is settled back home.

As he goes to sit at a table and wait, his eyes do a double-take and his body freezes.

His eyes lock with none other than Max Verstappen's own, who is walking into the cafe and waiting in line. Max's eyes looked like they could put him six feet under if they were able to.

Instead of Lando going to take a seat, he decides to stand over by the end of the bar, and wait paitently till Max was done ordering.

He could hear the way he had ordered Y/N's go-to choices, making his heart and chest cave in. He felt so many questions began to bombard his mind, not even stopping them from increasing as it made him just want to fix things with her more and more.

He knew that would probably be borderline impossible with Max being the way he was about her.

More or less, the way he felt about her.

Once Max had finished paying, he made his way down the line and closer to Lando, his eyes glaring at the green-eyed man.

As Max walked up to him, instead of bumping Lando's shoulder, he turned to the side and pushed himself past his figure. Lando's body reacted before he could, grabbing Max's forearm.

Max whipped around and shot a look at Lando, his eyes still having fire in them.

"Let go."

Lando clenched his jaw, feeling his self-esteem slowly increase. He wasn't going to give in.

"I'm not letting go," Lando shook his head. That meaning had more behind it, and he knew Max figured that out as his eyes widened only slightly.

Max clenched his jaw before snatching his arm away, turning his full body towards Lando, and crossing his arms.

"Oh, so now you've got some spunk in you? Where was that at dinner?" he asks. "You're lucky I don't put you in a fucking grave right now."

Lando nods slowly. "I deserve that-"

"You deserve way more than that."

"Yeah, I do. I'm not going to deny it," he admits, watching Max not let up on his stance. "I never meant to hurt her. You know me. You know me more than anyone else in that paddock."

Max scoffed and rolled his eyes. "I thought I did. Until you threw everything Y/N has ever known back in her face like it was so easy. Like she was a joke."

Lando rubs his face. "I never meant to say any of it. I won't even excuse it, because taking my frustrations out on her should've never been the case. I know that. I know that, Max."

"So why the fuck did you say it then? Hm?" Max shoots back, stepping closer to Lando. "Why would you break her heart like that? Why would you say she is-"

"Because I was upset! I know it's not a valid excuse, I don't want to make any excuses. Because this was unexcusable," Lando snaps back, huffing in a defeated way as he feels his eyes begin to burn. "I regret what I said. Every single day since then. She is not even close to anything I said. She is the absolute and complete opposite of it. She's been my rock forever, Max. And if anything, I took it for granted."

Max sees Lando's eyes turning red, hearing a small sniffle leave his figure. This made Max soften. Not out of guilt, but out of shock.

Lando rarely ever cried in public. It wasn't something he did. He was emotional when it came to racing, of course. This was a different story.

"Y/N is loving. She's caring. She always gives love to everyone around her because that's just who she is. She's a giver. And I took her for granted."

Lando looks up from his shoes to Max, shrugging his shoulders as he felt his emotions take over, making him feel defeated more than he did five minutes ago.

"I'm sorry, Max," he says before chuckling dryly to himself. "I'm saying sorry to you because I broke your trust with her. I'm sorry that I made you think you can't trust me to date her."

"I'm not her dad, I don't care who she dates. I'm just protective of who she is around because-"

"Because you're in love with her. I know that."

Max froze, his shoulders dropping. "What?"

Lando nods before biting his bottom lip. "Lewis told me. He said how you really feel for her. It's why you are so protective over who she keeps around."

"That fucking piece of-" Max stops himself before rubbing a hand over his face, shaking his head as he scoffs to himself.

"You know what I'm not sorry for, though?" Lando spoke up, making Max whip his eyes to Lando, squinting at him.

"I'm not sorry for loving her, too. I'm also not sorry for wanting to fight for her," Lando admits. "I want her. I want her more than anything in this world, or the next. I want her more than a fucking world championship."

Max feels his chest tighten at his words, trying hard to not smack Lando in that moment.

Yet, at the same time, Max didn't blame Lando. He couldn't blame Lando for speaking his truth. He had more balls than any of the other racers at that moment.

Yes, Max loved Y/N. He always has, and deep down he always wished it would've been him she chose.

He also wasn't going to force her to fall for him; he wanted her to make a choice in who she wanted. Who she wanted to love.

At the end of the day, he just wanted her happy.

So, as Max stood in front of Lando, he took in every single detail of Lando's appearance. Thinking back to how much Y/N had raved about Lando when they first got together. How right he treated her, no matter the circumstance. Lando was her one.

And Y/N was Lando's.

"I'm not going to ask for your forgiveness, because I don't deserve it. I don't deserve hers at all, out of anyone's. I just wanted to get that off my chest. It's been eating me up," Lando adds. "But it doesn't mean I won't redeem myself for her, and show her how long I'm willing to wait to make things right."

Before they can say anything further, both of their names are called, causing them both to go grab their items.

Lando grabs his, Max still looking at him with a frown on his face. Lando gives him a purse smile.

"See you around, Max."

With that, Lando leaves and makes his way to his car.

"Lando."

Max's voice calls out behind him, causing Lando to stop and turn his head to look at the Dutch man.

Max walks up to Lando, stopping in front of him. Only to peer down at the items in his hand, and soon motioning over towards Lando to take.

They were Y/N's items. Her iced latte she loved, her favorite pastries, and a chicken caesar wrap with crisps.

"Don't fuck this up. Or you're not getting another chance. Ever," Max says, giving Lando the bag and coffee.

Lando looks up at him with a confused frown. "What?"

Max shrugs before letting out a huff. "Yeah, I love her too. I do," he admits with a nod of acceptance. "But I love seeing her happy more. And she gets that with you."

Lando feels his heart swell at the thought of that. Of her feeling that way with him.

"She's gonna kill me, but if this works out, it will be worth it," Max says dryly. He pats Lando's shoulder.

"Don't. Mess. This. Up."

With that, Max walks off towards his car. Lando slowly turned back to his car, setting the items in his car nicely so none of them spilled. Once he fully got into his car and turned the ignition, he sat there for a moment, just thinking about everything he was going to say.

Then he took a deep breath, put his car in drive, and set off for Y/N's apartment.

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Y/N had frowned at Max's message as it came in, wondering what he could've meant as she sat there.

Don't kill me, just trust me

He sent that message over fifteen minutes ago, still not back from the cafe. She hadn't known whether to worry or not, as he didn't respond to her questioning messages.

There were soon a few soft knocks on her door, making her frown to herself. She got up from her spot on the couch, wrapping the large hoodie more over her figure as she got to the door.

"Max, you can just walk in-"

As she opened the door, her voice froze mid-sentence, and her eyes widened.

"Hi."

She stood there frozen, looking at Lando, who stood there with the cafe bag in his hand and her iced latte in the other. His face showed a sign of uneasiness and caution, but she could also see he looked so tired.

"Lando?"

"May I come in?"

"Why are you here?"

"I want to fix things," he shrugs slowly. "Or at least say my part, and then you can kick me out. I just wanted to at least see you. Talk to you."

Y/N stayed silent for another moment before slowly moving to the side and letting him come in.

Once he had gotten inside, it immediately made him feel warmth grow in his chest. The familiar scents that screamed her, the warm lighting from her lamps and fairy lights in the room eased his mind. Eased his emotions.

He set her stuff down on the coffee table, his eyes catching her go to binge-watch show playing quietly on the TV.

Lando turned to face her once again, taking in her figure. Not missing that the large sweatshirt she wore had been one of the pairs he gave to her. It was his favorite one he owned, but he gave to her because he loved seeing her in it.

His eyes soon find her own, seeing her face also flush as she probably noticed he caught her wearing it.

"You can talk," she spoke softly, keeping her arms crossed and keeping a safe distance. He hated seeing how far she stood from him. The more they stood across from one another, was like his body began to realize it was her there. It had begun to crave the touch he knew and loved all too well.

"I first off want to say I'm sorry," he says slowly, clearing his throat. He watches her face contort lightly, as if she hated hearing the apology. He nodded. "I know that's not what you want to hear, but it's the first thing I need to tell you. Because I am. I will spend the rest of my days saying that."

Y/N stays silent, only nodding slowly for him to proceed.

"I don't condone anything I said, and no excuse will make up for what I said. How I reacted," he croaked out, trying his best to keep his voice from shaking fully. "No matter how upset or mad or frustrated I get, I shouldn't use you as a punching bag. It's not fair to you, especially when you're all I want after I have a shit day."

"Then why did you say that stuff?" her voice cracks out, making his chest tighten and his heart break. He sees her eyes watering.

"Out of frustration. I was upset at the race. At McLaren. At myself," he admits. "So I pushed you away. Distanced you from me because it was getting harder. I didn't want you to see me at my worst."

"You know I would never judge you. I'll never downplay you at your worst times. I've never done that. Did I do something to make you think that?"

He began to shake his head quickly. "No. Absolutely not, never. You've never shown me any sign of that," he reassures her as he takes a few steps closer to her. He watches as her body cowers lightly at his closeness, so he stays where he then stood.

"You have done nothing but love me, care for me, and show me how much I deserve. Showed me more than I think I've ever deserved," he assures her.

Lando watches her lower lip wobble, her eyes never leaving his own. He can see the puffiness underneath them now from where he stood.

He wanted to do nothing but take her into his arms, and shut them both away from the rest of the world and nurse her back to herself again. The her he loved that he broke apart.

"You were never clingy. You were never too much for me. You were never any of that," he shook his head as he looked down at her. "You've been nothing but loving, caring, selfless, and my anchor. You have always been everything I've ever needed."

Y/N sniffles as she looks at him. "Because I love you, Lan. Because you made me happy in my own skin."

He sighs in relief, nodding at her. "Y/N, I love you so much. So so much. I love you for you. I love who you are, and I'd never want you to change that. I fucked up in the worst way possible, and I can't tell you how much I regret that entire interaction. It haunts me. Absolutely haunts me."

"What if you were right? What if I am too much?" she chokes out, and he shakes his head.

"You're not, Y/N, you are not. You bring nothing but light and warmth to this world. To my world. To the F1 world. You are the absolute sunshine. Don't dim that light. Please," Lando shakily says, tears falling freely from his eyes. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I made you think you were. You aren't. You're everything."

Y/N slowly takes a step closer to Lando. Then another. Then another. Then another, until she is right in front of him.

Both of them are crying freely. Something she hasn't seen much from Lando, and she could tell his body had held in so much. So, being who she always has been, she reaches up her hand and softly uses the pad of her thumb to wipe away some of his tears.

She doesn't miss the way his body physically relaxes at her touch, a sigh of relief leaving his shaky lips as he closes his eyes. His body almost chasing her hand as she cups his cheek just barely.

"You have no idea," he says, slowly shaking his head. "No idea how much I miss you. How much I miss your touch. I crave it. I literally crave you, Y/N."

His eyes open slowly to find her own, looking down at her.

"I'm so sorry."

Y/N just looks back and forth between his eyes, before nodding slowly. Lando lets out a few relieving breaths as she nods, feeling his whole body relax as he keeps his eyes on hers.

"Please let me touch you. Hold you. Anything."

"Okay."

With that, Lando doesn't hesitate to wrap his arms around her waist tightly, lifting her up and wrapping her legs around his hips as he carries her to her couch.

He lays them down, her on top with her body wrapped around his own. Lando's grip not letting up, scared as if she might slip away again.

The pair held each other tight, Y/N finally letting her sobs fall freely as Lando held her tight, caressing every piece of skin he could. His voice stayed hushed as he whispered sweet nothings and apologies in her ears, vowing to never hurt her again. How he promised he would never let her slip away.

Y/N looked up from her spot in his neck a few moments later, as her sobs came to quieter sniffles, his eyes looking down at her.

Before she knew it, she had slowly pressed her lips onto his own, Lando humming softly at her lips on his after much too long. He felt his heart growing again, Y/N feeling her chest become full again the more she stayed in his arms.

The pair knew that there was much to work from, and much to still sort out. They knew they'd come back strong, it was just going to take time.

This was a start.

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A/N: Ahhhhh hello friends!! Hehe I told you that you'd be seeing me again VERY soon! I won't lie, this had been rewritten, deleted, and rewritten once again, like five times, lol until I was satisfied. I hope you all enjoyed this as much as I did writing it. I got a little emotional ok, it was too good.

I have some more stuff in the drafts, and most likely will be sending out a poll later tonight on which to release first. I can't thank you guys enough for showing all the love you have! I can't wait to show you all what more I have waiting hehe :)

Love you all and I will see you soon, friends!!

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[stories-i-guess]

Here we go ig

Rumi walked into the tower, expecting to just take the elevator up to her floor, like usual. Instead, she was met with both Zoey and Mira, waiting for her like puppies. This, of course, surprised the poor girl. “What are you guys doing?” She asked, tugging at her collar for a moment.

“Waiting! For you!” Zoey responded, cheery as always.

Mira’s eyes flicked away as she responded. “I dunno. We just wanted to make sure you were safe is all.”

“Okay, that’s nice of you, but I can handle myself on a twenty minute run!” Rumi put her hands out, expressing her confusion.

Unbeknownst to Rumi, a man was walking up behind her, trying to get a picture. The trio was used to paparazzi and creepy fans, that came with the business. They would just smile and wave, sign whatever they were handed, and slip off as soon as possible.

But this time, Mira and Zoey didn’t handle it so well.

“Hey! Back off, creep!” Mira shouted at the man, causing Rumi to turn around quickly, trying to figure out what the man did to make Mira so upset. Nothing. He was just like normal paparazzi. She didn’t know what the issue was.

“Okay, what is going on with you two?!” Rumi almost shouted out as they were alone in the elevator, especially since they were standing just a bit too close for comfort. She may be able to show her patterns now, but she was still not used to that much skin to skin contact.

“What are you talking about?” Zoey questioned, eyes wide and curious as she fiddled with her fingers.

“Yeah, what’s wrong?” Mira spoke in the same tone that Zoey always said reminded her of a “Rosa Diaz” but neither Mira nor Rumi knew who she was talking about, so they just assumed she was right.

Rumi took in a deep breath, trying not to yell too much. “What’s wrong is that you guys suddenly started acting like you’re afraid I’m gonna suddenly drop dead! You’re being way too… weird!” She sighed. “I don’t know, something is feeling off about things. You yelled at a random guy for acting like almost every fan out there, you were waiting at the door for me like Mystery waits for Zoey sometimes, yesterday you were sitting really close during dinner, you guys keep asking me how I’m feeling, and you guys are seriously in my personal space right now!” She waved her hands exasperatedly.

Zoey started talking in a panicked tone, “Sorry! It’s just that-!”

”Zoey, no!” Mira warned, glaring at her friend.

“Zoey, yes! I need an explanation before I lose it!” Rumi responded.

Mira put her hand over Zoey’s mouth. But that didn’t stop her. “CELINE TOLD US ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED AFTER THE IDOL AWARDS!”

Mira groaned and hid her face in her hands. Rumi’s eyes widened as she remembered what she had said and done then. “Oh…”

The elevator dinged and they all stepped out. Rumi rubbed her shoulder a little out of nervousness. Mira couldn’t hold either Rumi or Zoey’s gaze. Zoey’s fidgeting got even faster and bigger. No one knew what to say.

“I’m… going to my room.” Rumi said, quickly rushing off before they could stop her.

Zoey broke the silence between herself and Mira, saying, “That… could have gone better…”

Mira sighed before she spoke. “Yeah. It could’ve.”

. . .

During rehearsals that day, Rumi couldn’t focus. She kept worrying. She thought that Mira and Zoey had started acting like that because they didn’t trust her. Zoey couldn’t stop bouncing or fidgeting nervously. She thought that Rumi was mad at them for what they had said that night. Mira messed up her own dances almost as many times as Rumi messed up the lyrics. She thought Rumi was scared that she and Zoey would get mad at her for acting like that.

Eventually, when it became clear that they weren’t going to get anything done that day, Bobby let them all take the day off. They all stepped out of the studio together, made eye contact, and all spoke in unison.

“I’m sorry!”

“Wait, what?” Rumi said first. “What are you all sorry about? I’m the one who almost doomed everyone!”

“We’re the ones who made you think you shouldn’t live!” Zoey exclaimed.

Mira was too stunned to speak for a moment. She quickly recovered though. “We were the ones who pulled out our weapons against you! You have nothing to be sorry for!”

“Yeah!” Zoey continued, “You were already scared and panicking, and we just made everything worse! When we found out you tried to kill yourself, we felt SOOOO guilty! It was our fault for sure!”

“But I-“ Rumi began.

“Not buts. This time you have to accept it! You didn’t do anything wrong!” Mira pulled her friends into a hug, and they all sat there for a moment. Zoey was the only one who noticed how Rumi’s patterns began to glow a little brighter.

I just know Mira and Zoey would be so protective over Rumi post-Canon ESPECIALLY if they know Rumi asked Celine to kill her.

[urinarythreatinfection]

Oops! Just a Dream

Various x GN!Reader. (Mihawk, Shanks, Zoro). Total word count 4140. MAJOR Wano spoilers in Zoro's. You have a dream they cheat.

WC: 1387

You wake up sleepy, it’s still the middle of the night; you woke up early. The memory of you and Mihawk arguing yesterday comes to mind, though you strangely can’t remember what it was about. All you know is it was bad enough you’re not too surprised he’s not in the bed next to you when you look. It doesn’t stop the pain in your heart, though. You two need to make up no matter how much you’re upset with him. You’re a couple, you can work through this; so despite your tiredness you get out of bed.

‘Not in here.’ You walked into the dining room where you expected he’d be having a glass of wine to cool himself down like he usually does after other arguments, but he isn’t there. Instead, there's a familiar black coat hanging on one of the chairs. Recognizable, this looks like Shanks’s coat. Did he come visit? A bit of bad timing, and more reason to make up right now so things aren’t awkward. ‘I hope he’s with Mihawk cooling him down instead of putting him in a worse mood’ You think to yourself as you look around the mansion. ‘Still, it’s weird of him to leave his coat. He usually keeps it on to hide his missing arm.’ Shanks doesn’t exactly wear his missing arm as a badge of honor no matter how many jokes he makes. The fact he left it here makes you a bit happy though. It must be a sign he’s trusting you two enough to not hide his insecurity. You finally stop in front of one of the guest rooms to hear shuffling inside. No laughter from the redhead’s like normal. It’s weird. You creak the door open and see Shanks and Mihawk sitting next to each other on the bed.

“Bothered you again? Isn’t that funny?” Shanks jokes and your eyebrows furrow. How could he pick sides so easily?

“(Y/n) was being unreasonable, Honey” Mihawk responds and your eyes widen while Shanks gets a large grin on his face, leaning forward.

“They’ve always been a pain, Hawky, you know that. It’s a shame I can’t come here often.” Your eyes widen as the Yonko suddenly straddles Mihawk’s lap. “They make a good placeholder for me though.” Your heart starts to thump loudly. Placeholder? While you’re still processing that their lips meet, lustful yet loving; as if they’re lovers that reunited after so long apart. While they make out Shanks’s eyes meet yours, his smile suddenly turns smug. You shut the door and speed walk back to your shared room.

“Placeholder. Placeholder!?” You yell to yourself, anger rising through you as you put your head in your hands with tears in your eyes. They were rivals for so long, does that mean you were the one butting in? You go back to the bed and hiccup, so angry and devastated you can’t even keep yourself awake. Shanks isn’t the man you thought he was, and neither is your supposed Mihawk.

(Mihawk’s POV)

Mihawk slumbers, turning in his sleep and reaching out for your body beside his. He wakes up instinctively when he feels emptiness. Strange, you don’t usually wake up this early. The swordsman gets up and walks down the stairs. He turns the corner and a cooking knife zooms past his head into the wall beside it.

“...Why are you upset, love?” He asks, his normally calm expression slightly nervous as his gaze trails from the blade to your icy murderous eyes.

“Guess.” You say as you throw another one with accuracy, Mihawk needing genuine effort to evade it.

“..You’ve remembered I drank the last of the high quality wine you’d bought from Dressrosa?”

“Wrong.” Another knife to his head, he ducks.

“I hid the vegetable you dislike in yesterday’s dinner.”

“Wrong again.” He dodges a knife that almost pierces his chest. This is bad. He can’t think of anything else and he’s started needing his observation haki to dodge.

‘At least they’ve run out of knives.’ He takes solace in that fact, but right as his thought finishes an object is flung at his arm. He pulls it away only for it to curve and go to his crotch. He stands straight so it hits the wall directly under instead. A butter knife covered in armament haki.

“Think of your redheaded friend.” You’re serious.

“Red hair?” He’s getting more nervous, what did he do? Did Shanks lie about Mihawk to you as a prank? He hasn’t visited or called, to his knowledge, yet you’ve never been this angry before.

“‘Red Hair?’ That’s what you’re going to call him? Why don’t you call him what you do when the two of you are alone?” You’re readying another butterknife with haki.

“(Y/n), the love of my life, I do not know.” He’s panicking in his mind. Yoru isn’t with him to help with any sort of blocking, his small knife wouldn’t be enough if you went all out, and it’s a serious disadvantage that he can’t attack back without knowing what he did. This could be warranted or a misunderstanding rather than a betrayal. He can’t bring himself to fight back without knowing which one it is. “Shanks?” He hasn’t called the captain that often but it’s the only thing he can think of. “Fool?” Your expression sours.

“You called him Honey!” You yell, slamming the butter knife into the table, the previously dull metal slicing the marble in half. Mihawk goes pale.

“What are you talking about?” He cautiously approaches you to see tears in your eyes, they drip onto the now sliced table. He flinches, panicking over it more than you threatening his life.

“I saw you two. He visited. You thought I didn’t see? The way you two looked at each other and the way you made out like you missed him more than you could anyone else. More than me.” You sniffle, trembling. Mihawk goes pale, his stomach churns.

“..Pardon?” You look up to see his genuinely horrified and disgusted expression, the most expressive he’s ever shown these emotions. It’s throwing you off.

“You!—Don’t look like that! Yesterday I woke up and saw you two!”

‘Woke up?’ Mihawk thinks to himself, putting the pieces together. “You were having a nightmare.” He sighs in relief, a misunderstanding is easy to correct. “I didn’t do that with him and would never do such a thing.” You process that, were you really or is he gaslighting you? Now that you think about it it would be surprising, especially since the paper had just shown Shanks spotted islands away from here…

“I..I was dreaming.” You put your face in your hands, relief crashing over you. “It was a nightmare, it wasn’t real.” Mihawk wraps his arms around you.

“No, it wasn’t real.” He mumbles, his expression turning sour. “Why with that fool of all people?” You sniffle.

“Well, there’s no one else close to you. You don’t have any other friends.” ..True. “No one else is close enough for you to cheat with, it’s just Shanks and I.” Shanks is the only one strong and eccentric enough to worm his way into being a somewhat friend to Mihawk.

“Still. I would’ve rather your brain made someone up.” He says with another sigh, resting his chin on your head.

“I’m just glad it wasn’t real. Even if you deserved to die for cheating on me I’d still feel guilty taking the opportunity from Zoro.”

“So Zoro’s more important in that situation.”

“If you betrayed me like that you aren’t the man I fell in love with, you’d be nothing but a cheating stranger who lied and betrayed me.” Your eyes sharpen. “I have no qualms disposing of trash like that.”

“If ‘I’ did such a thing I agree, that wouldn’t be me and you can kill whoever that is; but at least confirm what you saw or heard is true first.” Your eyes go back to normal, nodding back while looking guilty.

“I almost hurt you, I’m sorry.” You cup his cheek, remorseful.

‘You’d almost killed me, to be specific.’ He keeps that thought to himself. “It’s fine. Other than a bit of shock I’m unharmed. The counter.. not so much.” He looks towards the now destroyed marble.

“Ah! I’m sorry!”

WC: 1331

You wake up from your nap feeling more rested, Shanks still isn’t back. You told him you were going back to the ship to sleep but he can stay and party, that you don’t mind. He was hesitant but let you go after you insisted. However, now that you’re awake you can surprise him! Your face brightens as you get up, already imagining the happy expression he’ll get when he sees you came back. You put on your shoes and head out of the ship back into the bar. You must not have been asleep for that long, unusual considering how tired you remember being when you went back to your room. You thought for sure you were gonna be out for the whole night and maybe even til afternoon.

‘No need to worry about specifics, I wanna see his reaction when he sees me again.’ You wait outside the bar and decide to take a small peek inside, making sure to hide your presence well so he can’t instinctively sense you. You spot him sitting at a table with the crew and before you can smile you spot a woman sitting next to him. ‘Is that.. Makino?’ You’re confused, watching as she snuggles into his side with his arm around her. He turns his head and places a kiss to the side of her head, your world stops.

“Glad you made it, baby. I missed you.” He says to her, rubbing his cheek on her like he does to you.

“You know I can’t visit you for long! I still have to take care of the baby and the bar.” She giggles. You don’t understand. Shanks has shown how enamoured he is with you this whole time, and Makino is a kind woman. You have so much respect for her to know she would never be a home-wrecker. Had so much respect for her. The crew raises their drinks.

“To the Captain and Makino!”

“To true love!”

They cheer and your eyes well up with tears. Are you… the side piece? Something he can play with while he’s away from her? They’re all acting like she’s the normal. Like it’s obvious she’s his true love and you’re only a fling. You turn and speed walk back to the ship, a panic attack wrecking your chest. Once you make it back to your shared room with Shanks you wipe your eyes. This is horrible, what are you supposed to do if no one is on your side?

“I can’t stay here.” You clench your teeth, if you’re nothing to him then you have no reason to stay. You get onto the bed, you’ll need your rest once you start leaving.

(Shanks’s POV)

Shanks comes back from the bar, drunk but excited to see you. When he walks inside the room he finds you awake, a welcome surprise.

“Honey! ♡” He walks over and hugs you, but when he does he spots a suitcase with your things inside. “Huh?” You push him off and he barely manages to keep himself from falling.

“I’m leaving.” That sobers him up immediately.

“W-What!? (Y/n)!?” He starts to panic, quickly stumbling over to you. He doesn’t know what’s going on, he must be misunderstanding this. “Why!? Do you just have something to do or-”

“No, I’m leaving and I’m leaving you.” You stuff more of your belongings into the suitcase and he starts to breathe heavily. Even if his mind somewhat sobered up, the alcohol is making him more emotional.

“What did I do? I’ll fix it, baby. I-I swear I will.” He’s going pale and when you look at him with cold eyes he feels his heart crack.

“Don’t look at me like that, you know what you did.” Your words and expression makes his mind run miles to try and find out what could be your reason, but there’s too much. He can be too carefree, he’s got responsibilities as a Yonko, he’s got secrets, he’s not mentally stable, he’s missing an arm; but you’ve already accepted all that so what could it be? He rules out those and tries to find something recently that could’ve been the straw that broke the camel’s back.

“Is it because I didn’t come back with you? I thought you meant it when you said it was okay if I stayed! I won’t do it again, okay?”

“Close. Take-” You bite your lip, the words struggling to come out from how betrayed and heartbroken you feel. “Take being with her as an indicator.” You feel sick. Shanks doesn’t know what you’re talking about. Her? He stopped entertaining women, anyone, ever since you two started dating. If a person comes close to him even looking like they want to kiss him he pulls them off immediately.

“I don’t under-”

“Is the baby yours?” He panics even more. Baby!? “Is that it?” You turn to hide your face. “I c-can’t believe you. Having a baby with another person.”

“Who!? Tell me, I don’t even have an idea.”

“Makino!” You yell, sending Shanks into shock and then quick confusion. “I saw you and her in that bar, I went back thinking that you’d be happy but saw you two together a-and The crew didn’t even care. Celebrating like I was the random one, like you two were normal and I was the one on the side!” He eventually puts it together that you’re either drunk or had a nightmare, or both; but he still doesn’t like this.

“Baby, Makino isn’t here.” He tries to explain but you aren’t hearing it.

“Liar!” You yell again and his heart clenches in pain.

“I’m serious! It’s impossible for her to be here, she’s back at Foosha village. She couldn’t get to the New World from all the way there, nor would she ever want to.” You try to put that in your mind, it is weird that she would be able to make it here. It’s not like she can fight, and she has a baby to take care of. It’s not like she could just bring them here so quickly. “It was a nightmare (Y/n), I wouldn’t ever do that; nor would it even be physically possible.” You calm down, dropping the things in your hand as relief washes over the both of you. “Makino is nice but she isn’t you and will never be you, I couldn’t even force myself to love her even if I tried.” He hugs you. “Never ever. No other person will be attractive to me now that I’m with you.”

“A nightmare..” You rub your face with your hands. “Thank the gods..” You pull away to look at Shanks, wanting to apologize, and find tears running down his face. “Shanks!” You’re the one that panics this time, cupping his cheeks. “I’m sorry, my love.” He shakes his head and hugs you again.

“Don’t ever say that again. That you’re gonna leave me, or look at me with eyes like that.” Now that he isn’t in fight or flight he’s getting emotional, the alcohol making it so he can't hold in his tears. He hiccups.. then gags. He’s gonna throw up. You quickly help him vomit into the trash can. The stress made him really feel sick.

“It’s okay, I’m not leaving you and I’m so so so sorry.” You apologize while holding his hair and rubbing his back as he vomits. Once he’s done you end up coddling him the entire time, helping him brush his teeth, change into pajamas, and cuddling him to sleep while he holds onto you. Hearing the love of his life say those things really made an impact on him, he can’t even be mad he’s just in recovery. He’s gonna be even more clingy for a few days at the very least, which you don’t mind. Plus, from how devastated he looked at the mention of you leaving him or cheating on you, you have a feeling you’re okay.

WC: 1,420

You sigh, waking up from your sleep. You were excited to be back at the Sunny and sleep in your own bed but you feel too.. off. You thought you’d finally managed to fall asleep but here you are, awake and seemingly not even asleep for more than half an hour. You sit up, Zoro said he was going to visit the grave. You’ll go run to join him, you have reason to thank Yasuie too. You leave the room and hop off of the Sunny onto the ground, running up towards the graves. On your way there you feel yourself getting insecure again. Maybe he wouldn’t even be happy to see you, he has Hiyori now. You can tell she has feelings for him and is only holding them out of respect for you. Hiyori is a nice girl, her life has been so hard and her heart so closed off but the moment she finds a man to give her heart to he’s already taken. Not that it would’ve worked out anyway, considering even without you he’s to leave and she’s staying. Still, there’s a prick of insecurity and guilt over her.

‘He’ll be happy to see me. I know he will.’ You tell yourself as you finally reach the graves. You’re hidden behind a few trees, watching as Zoro sits at the stones with sake; but before you can reach out you see Hiyori walk to his side.

“Zoro.” Zoro? She called him by name? He looks up at her.

“You’re here.” He looks slightly surprised but then pleased, like how you expected him to react when he saw you.

“I couldn’t leave without saying goodbye.” She says with a giggle while sitting next to him. Her head falls onto his shoulder. “Though it’s a temporary one.” Your heart starts to beat quickly as your boyfriend wraps his arm around her.

“It is.” You don’t understand. “Hiyori, you remember what I said right?”

“I do.” She mumbles with a blush and he takes her hand in his.

“I vow, after becoming the world’s strongest swordsman, that I’ll come back and marry you.” His fingers intertwine with hers and tears well in your eyes as pain spreads from your chest through your entire body, flowing down your cheeks as her lips meet his. You can’t watch this anymore. You stand up and run back to the ship, into the sleeping quarters, and onto your bed in a blur. How could this happen to you? How could he do this to you? A vow so romantic, so perfect, like they’re meant for each other. Exhaustion catches up with you after crying and you pass out. The pain is just too much, and when you awaken you’ll only be faced with more.

(Zoro's POV)

Zoro sighs, laying back against the wooden deck of the Sunny. He likes Wano. The sake there is good and the atmosphere feels strangely natural, but the Sunny feels more like home. He did get a cool sword out of it, though, even if he’ll have to learn to use it. He grabs it in his hand, determined. That means practice, a lot of it. He can’t take the risk of not being able to handle it when they’re in their next battle. Not when their enemies are only getting stronger. He puts it back down, closing his eye before opening it. He wants to see you. You two haven’t gotten the opportunity to be together for weeks from this whole Kaido thing, he misses you.

‘They should be in the quarters sleeping.’ He remembers that you told him you were exhausted; even if he noticed something off about you. He walks over to the sleeping quarters and opens the door to a shocking sight.

“Hic.. hic..” He immediately goes pale, you’re crying!? He’s quickly at your side.

“What’s wrong? Are you still injured somewhere?” The swordsman hurriedly scans your body for any injuries. You look up and look devastated, then mad, and he gets pushed away. “Are you sick?” He assumes you’re trying to avoid spreading it. “I’ll get Chopper.” Before Zoro can leave you stand up and stomp his foot. “OW!? The hell was that for!?” It wasn’t your full strength but it still stings.

“How could you do that to me and act like everything is fine!? Coming in here like you’re worried!”

“Huh!? I come in here panicking thinking you’re sick and you’re mad at me!?” He’s annoyed now, but flinches when you let out a loud sob. “Okay.. uh..” He runs a hand through his hair. “What did I do? What’re you upset about?” You look at him with shock, like it’s impossible for him to not know.

“You’re seriously acting like you don’t know?” Your voice trembles, tears streaming down your face. “O-Or was what you did so insignificant that you don’t even c-care?” He grimaces.

‘Shit they’re really upset. What the fuck happened?’ The way you’re talking makes him think he really must’ve fucked up but he doesn’t know what it could be. “...I seriously didn’t steal Shusui.” You throw a pillow at his face. ‘Okay, not that.’ His mind races and the thought with Hiyori comes to mind. Did Sanji make you think they did something? He really didn’t think it was that big a deal since she’s skinny enough to freeze in that weather, it isn’t surprising she went to him for warmth. “Listen. With Hiyori we didn’t do anything. I wasn’t even awake when she crawled into bed with me.” That seems to be the right topic but you just look even madder.

“As if you did nothing! Are you fucking with me!? You two made out before we left! I saw it!” His eye goes wide and his jaw drops.

“What!?” Another pillow smacks into his face, he catches it. “Are you insane!? I didn’t do shit with her!”

“I saw it! At the grave!” He falters a little. “S-See! You’re guilty!”

“That doesn’t mean we made out, you’re hallucinating!”

“H-Hallucinating!? I saw it with.. and..” You pause, your memories aren’t adding up. You didn’t see Otoko with them when they were making out, but in another memory you remember her being there. You also remember them talking about Enma in one memory but in the other there was none of that. You feel yourself calm down.

“What’s up with you?” He mumbles and you realize.

“I was dreaming, it was a nightmare.”

…

“You stomped on my foot over a nightmare!? Are you 5!?” Your face heats up.

“It felt real, okay!? I woke up in a panic and I didn't think about it that hard when I started crying.”

“How is that my foot’s fault?” He grumbles.

“I’m sorry!” You wipe your tears from your eyes. “I guess it was leftover worry.” You look away. “I know you didn’t do anything when you slept together but I saw her insinuating her feelings and I couldn’t watch. I didn’t know what happened long after that and I regretted not staying to see.” You look distressed and Zoro sighs, walking over and hugging you.

“Nothing happened. She started saying weird stuff and I didn’t entertain a thing. How could I do something like that when I have you?” He hugs you tighter, his voice getting serious. “I swore that I’d be loyal to you for the rest of my life, and I’m never breaking that. Not just because it’s an oath but because I would never want to break it.” You feel relief and comfort wash over you, built up stress from holding your feelings of insecurity inside.

“I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. The stress of everything and then her being so close to you I just—it kept building up.” You hiccup, tears falling down your cheeks from guilt.

“I know… uh.” Zoro clears his throat, patting your back. “If I had a dream like that with you cheating on me it would put me in a shitty mood too. Just try to verify it next time before you start breaking down.” A bit embarrassing to admit that a nightmare would also ruin his mood but he doesn’t want you to feel so guilty you cry. ‘Please stop crying, I hate it when you’re sad.’ He pleads in his mind. ‘At least don’t do it over something I can't slash.’ You pull back to kiss him and when you pull away you have a small smile on your face, tears fading. He sighs in relief.

There you go! I finally finished this. It ended up quite long too, which is shocking since the other stuff I'm working on keeps ending up a bit short in comparison ;;. Still, i did it. I might make a part 2 to this where reader vents about their insecurities and why they had that nightmare but there's not really any promises. Sorry! :3

[thesylenttreatment01]

Okay, but what if...

I really like the idea that MC/the reader doesn't like when people buy things for them.

Like, it makes them feel uncomfortable. Maybe its this idea of constantly having to maintain some semblance of equality in a relationship that once someone buys a gift, it must be matched in value and returned in full. Like, once someone buys something for you, you no longer can just enjoy each others company until equality has been restored and the purchase has been repaid in full. So for them, it makes it super hard at first when Sylus just buys things.

Sylus on the other hand, REALLY likes buying things for MC/Reader. Why? because he has more money than he can do anything with. Not to mention, that money is kinda a great representation of human greed. So like, yes, he likes that he has it for utility purposes, but it always leaves a bad taste in his mouth to have so much of it. He would rather spend it on things that he enjoys and precious things to him.

Precious things like MC/Reader.

He likes getting her new things. Clothes in particular, because its something they can go and do together. He gets the spend the day with her and she gets new things to wear that he later gets to see her wear (*cough* take off *cough*) and so its fun for him even if he doesn't say it aloud.

I feel like this would go on for a while, where MC/Reader would protest it, but appreciate he thought about them. Not wanting to be rude so just saying thank you but slowly feeling more and more irritated or resentful of it because they start to feel like the debt is getting larger and larger in a way that they can't walk out of it.

Sylus? Completely oblivious to this. Not because he's purposefully being obtuse, but because people typically protest to be polite. Like saying "you don't have to" while they let you do so. its a way to express gratitude in a way without saying point blank thank you. So, he assumes because MC/Reader typically is a little coy about their feelings this was just another way for them to say it.

However, just as MC/Reader grows more resentful, Sylus is picking up some weird tension. It isn't spoken on, but he can tell that there are less and less times than they get to go do things together. More missions that seem to pop-up out of no where, more strange illnesses and headaches, and more leads that would finally "crack" the case wide open (only they didn't). He doesn't understand why MC/Reader is pulling back, but there was something there.

One night, Sylus invites you to a really fancy place that you KNOW for a fact that you can't afford to split the bill for. You want to see him, it had been such a long time since you two got to do something together-- but how do you explain this to him? If you were to ask if you could go somewhere else, he would want to know why, then you would have to lie about liking the place or something.

THEN even if he did change to the new location (because its Sylus, if you asked him to literally fly to a different country to eat he would do [and has done] that), then he would still pick-up the bill. That bastard always was two steps ahead of you. When you tried to the pay the bill on your last date while he was in the bathroom? What bathroom? he was just sneaking away to pay for the meal. You tried to PREPAY but the restaurant told you they were starting a new policy at the request of a patron not to accept your card specifically ("I guess your money isn't good here Sweeite, we better use mine" he teased you).

Every time you tried to gain some footing, tried to close the gap in the massive debt you already felt, he found a way around it. Trying to think about the mental gymnastics was just too much. SO, you did the only logical thing someone in this situation does... (have honest communication) you tell him Tara asked you for some help on a case and she really needed it done ASAP. work came first ya know? so maybe you two could catch up a little later.

Sylus doesn't respond for a minute, then two, and three. Finally, after about 5 minutes he tells you not to worry about it. That you two would catch up soon.

You thought that you had bought yourself time. A night in and another day to try and procrastinate and figure out how to reestablish equality in the relationship.

You sit down on the couch and turn on a show as you start to scroll mindlessly through social media (because one point of stimulation is just not enough, everyone knows that) and slowly start to feel the immediate anxiety of cost dissipating slightly. However, there was some nagging feelings, something in your gut that felt off.

You learn two things in the next 20 minutes: 1- always trust your gut feeling, you are always right (and remind Sylus of that often) and 2:

NEVER trust when Sylus uses generalized language.

You soon hear a knock on the door, which was weird because the pizza wasn't supposed to get there for like another 20 minutes, but hey, they had that rule of like "if were late your pizza is on us!" so maybe they were just really against giving free pizza away. You pull a brush through your hair quickly as you call out "just a second" and then pull the door open.

That was NOT a pizza delivery man.

Before you, stands a very unimpressed Sylus, who's crimson eyes were narrowed, like he was pinpointing a target as he crossed his arms, "Sweeite, next time you plan to lie about going on a mission, at least have the decency to close your curtains. Mephisto didn't even have to look that hard" he says nodding his head towards the window across from the couch.

Sure enough, when you turn your gaze you see the smallest little ruby red lights reflected outside the black night sky out your window.

Shit.

He stands there watching you, the awkward silence starting to pool around you as he waits for you to respond. He doesn't force his way into your house, but he doesn't look like will take kindly to you asking him to leave, waiting like weird disgruntled vampire. You definitely don't want to have a conversation in the hallway in front of everyone so you quickly invite him in.

Just as the words escape your lips he pushes past you into your apartment and starts walking around the living room, apparently too agitated to sit down(like sure, okay its only your house but whatever).

It was weird to see a look other than utter disinterest and calm across his face. If you weren't the one on the receiving end of that look, you would have probably started giggling how cute it was when he was expressive like this.

You close the door and then awkwardly take a step into the living room as his eyes fall expectantly on yours.

"so....can I get you something to drink" You ask awkwardly. Sure, there was a really unbreakable tension surrounding the two of you as you had just been caught red-handed in a lie, but you were nothing if not the perfect host.

He raises an eyebrow "I'll take water. No ice though--I get enough of the cold shoulder as it is sweetie"

Ouch, okay maybe you deserved that one.

You let out a small tired sigh "Sy, look I'm sorry okay? I just... I was just tired tonight. I didn't feel like doing this tonight."

He hums softly at that, more an acknowledgment than a response, as he slowly paces past your coffee table, gaze drifting over the half-folded blanket on the couch. The faintest curl of a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes "If I’d known spending time with me was this draining kitten, I would have sent flowers and my condolences instead of an invitation."

You felt your heart break a little as you tried to pry your foot from your own mouth. That isn't what you had meant to say, but despite the tone of utter indifference, you could hear the dejection in his words. He was hurt, and you didn't need him to say it to know it.

"Sy, th–that’s not what I meant. You aren’t tiring, it’s just-"

You pause, mouth still open like the rest of the sentence might come out if you just will it hard enough. But it doesn’t.

You shift your weight, as you sit down on the couch, arms crossing tight across your chest as if you were squeezing the words out, like toothpaste from the tube.

“It’s not you,” you try again, slower this time, the words feeling thick in your throat. “It’s just… I don’t know. It’s a me thing. This feeling I keep getting, its hard to explain, b-but it keeps building every time we go out or when you-”

Your fingers clench around your thumb slightly, as you start to rip at the skin around your nails, a hang nail being ripped and pulled out, like the physical pain might outweigh the unspoken words you've held inside for so long. Your eyes remain fixed ahead slightly at the coffee table, you can’t look at him, not yet. You knew once his eyes fixed on your own, all the nerve you had up to this point would be washed away.

“I know you mean well, I actually know that. And I appreciate it--I really do. But I just… I start to feel like I can’t keep up. Like I owe you. And it turns into this weird loop in my head where I’m not your partner anymore, I’m just…”

A breath catches in your throat.

You suddenly feel a soft, albeit cold pressure as Sylus' giant hand covers your own, putting his fingers around your own effectively keeping you from ripping at your now bleeding hand. His thumb carefully grazes over the back of your knuckles. He doesn't speak. He doesn't interrupt you. He never did. He just quietly held you, even in the smallest ways.

He always supported you. You felt your eyes start to burn as your eyes became glassy with unshed tears. You had let this happen. You couldn't believe that you waited this long, that you avoided him and even made him think this was his fault. Because Sylus always supported you, and waiting this long, being without him close you almost forgot that. You take a shaky breath, swallowing hard.

“I’m just… someone trying to catch up. To you. To everything you give without a second thought”

Your voice cracks as you try and clear your throat, you glance down at your hands again --his hand, now warm in contrast to the chill of his tone earlier, still wrapped around yours. Your blood on his thumb now, and he doesn’t even seem to care.

“You give so much, Sy. And I never feel like I can match it. Not just with money or… gifts or things, but with time, with energy, with you.”

You blink hard, using your free hand to wipe away the unshed tears before they can start to roll, but the tears keep pushing their way forward.

“You make everything look so easy. But for me, it’s not. I’m constantly calculating, trying to figure out how to make it fair. Because I don't want to feel like I’m taking advantage of you. Or worse--like I’m just along for the ride instead of actually standing next to you. I-I"

and finally, the tears start to stream "I want to be your partner , I-I want u-us to both be here because we love being with each other. n-not because I feel like I need to repay you. B-but when there is so much you give... it gets hard not to feel that way."

You take a deep breath as you feel his hand envelop the entire left half of your cheek as he wipes away a tear from your face. He doesn't make you look at him, he doesn't push your face towards his own, almost like he knows you need to get this out. But just supporting.

"Your not tiring Sy. I am. my brain is, and trying to figure out and navigate how to stop this incessant nagging feeling that makes me sick to my stomach each time I feel like I am just taking and taking... never giving you what you deserve back"

He’s silent for a moment. Not the cold kind of silence--just the kind where someone is deciding which truth is worth saying out loud.

“Money is inherently filthy,” he says at last, voice low and flat. “It creates and fosters greed, playing on the weaknesses of man and fanning the flame until they are burned alive in their own misery. It makes them easy to buy and easy to control. You see enough of it, and eventually, all it does is remind you how ugly the world really is.”

His gaze drops to your joined hands, blood still on his skin, but he doesn’t let go.

"It's a necessary evil however. It creates power and allows me to live in the world that I do. But most importantly, over all, it provides me with one single, beautiful investment I haven't been able to rival to date."

He tilts your head just slightly to look into his eyes. You see the same warm red, like the red embers of a glowing hearth of the home.

"Money buys time. Time in overly expensive boutiques where we can discuss straps vs strapless, time in new restaurants where I'm forced to wait until the perfectly angled photo can be captured before I can eat my food, and time that I get to spend with the one person who allows me to indulge in my...my favorite form of greed."

He lets the words hang there a moment, his thumb still idly brushing along your cheekbone. Then, after a beat, the corner of his mouth twitches--not quite a smile, but something warmly akin to it.

“And if you’re still determined to keep score…” he murmurs, voice dipping into that familiar warm sardonic edge that you had been craving since the moment he arrived, “then tally up the hours you let me indulge in it.”

He tilts his head just slightly, eyes flicking down to your lips and back again.

“Should I assume you charge by the hour, Sweetie? Or do I need to start negotiating a day rate?”

A laugh gets caught in your throat as you push away the final tears in your eyes. A smile forms on your lips as you gently press them to Sylus' letting a soft content sigh go. The tension from your body melts away just like the tension between you melts from the heated exchange.

You pull back slightly and nuzzle him with your nose and mumble "not only do you get a day rate, but you also get a discount: 15% off for family and friends" You tease lightly with a soft chuckle.

He hums thoughtfully. “15% off? Sounds suspiciously generous. Kitten. Are you trying to scam me, or seduce me?”

You giggle a little as you two exchange small little chaste kisses and mutter "I'm just waiting until I have you locked into a contract, then I'm going to ramp the rates up astronomically"

A slow, warm rumble, like thunder muffled by thick blankets, vibrates against your lips as he chuckles, "mm, benevolence very rarely comes out of the kindness of your heart Kitten"

You smile warmly, realizing that you weren't losing the game and you weren't accruing debt. You two were playing different games. And now? The chasm you felt was enveloping you whole? It was slowly closing. You had a new way for keeping score.

IDK why this kinda started as like a headcannon and then slowly morphed into some kind of fic? I think? idk. I like this idea tho, it was fun!!!

[akanemnon]

God I'm so glad Chara's HAPPY to see him though! Like I see so many stories where Chara reunites with Flowey and he's all happy to see his sibling and they respond by coldly telling him that he's not their brother, just an imitation.

Like has he done bad things that they don't approve of? Absolutely, they can absolutely be upset at him for that. But he's still their brother that they haven't seen in ages. And I'm so glad you write them actually liking each other.

I think the main reason Chara acts more warmly towards him in this story is that they have seen what Flowey is like and they blame THEMSELF for it.

He doesn't act like the Asriel they know anymore. And to see the result of their own perceived actions eats at them. This is also why you see them act so strongly whenever he's brought up in the story.

I always wanted to move it in the direction that they both blame themselves for what happened. Because they both care about one another. Even if Chara has troubles properly expressing it.

By making Chara an active part in the story, I could write them in a way that they grow beyond that. Because character development is satisfying.

[bluemantics]

JULANCE DAY 9: STAR OF THE SHOW

Out of nowhere, Keith Kogane is the star of the show.

Who’s Lance kidding, really? He’s always been the star, in his eyes. Blindingly hurtling light-years out of reach, oblivious to the childlike hands outstretched toward his back. In fact, maybe he was always destined to be the largest, brightest star in their small Voltron galaxy.

As much as he tries to resist the pull, Lance can’t help but fall in his orbit. The fall, though, is dramatic, noisy, and sharp. Keith, Lance realizes, did not mean to burn so loudly that he’d be at the center of things. His distress causes him to lash out in coils of fire, unused to his new position and scared by his own responsibility. It sets the others off balance as they frantically try to respond and repeatedly fail. Instead of their steady, surefire paths, the paladins are now all set on wobbly spirals.

Lance watches this pain, watches Keith try to bark orders with dark rings under his eyes, watches Hunk panic when things slip even slightly, watches Allura narrow her eyes thoughtfully at Blue, watches Pidge agonize over unsolvable problems, watches, watches, watches. He was a fool, he decides, looking at the red bayard in his hands. Lance believed that Keith desired success and, in that process, somehow stole it from Lance. Now, watching all the pieces of the team spinning out of whack, he knows better.

Over the years, Lance considered himself adaptable. Like water, he could fit in any situation, weave himself naturally around the rocks and crags that threatened to stop him. Obstacles merely slowed him where they would halt others. As circumstances arose, Lance would let them go and redirect his response.

Keith is different. He responds to roadblocks with full force ahead. And, unlike Lance, he dreads those futures where he will have to respond. He reacts before they can happen, if possible.

Change might happen to Lance, but Keith makes his own change.

When Shiro vanished, Keith lost all control and was forced to take control at the same time. To wrangle the aftermath of chaos, Keith has to find a new approach. He can’t keep rushing in, blade drawn, fire at his feet.

So Lance stops resisting his magnetism and dives straight in. He takes Shiro’s advice, supporting Keith instead of mocking him. The first few times he sees Keith’s perplexed, dumbfounded expression, it takes a great effort not to make fun of it. Strangely, though, Lance finds he likes that look. It’s almost cute, in a Keith sort of way.

And, when he disagrees with Keith, he brings it up. He never used to weigh in on strategy. Shiro was so experienced that he’d never thought to question his choices— which, in hindsight, may not have been the best policy. In any case, he’s hyper-aware of Keith’s inexperience. Keith was never one to formulate plans; when he wasn’t following orders, he bulldozed his way through. Now, though, he has no choice but to stand by the team and explain tactical decisions. Lance, desperate to bolster Keith’s leadership, looks for holes and fills them. If there’s one good thing this whole ordeal has brought them, it’s that Lance finds out he really enjoys strategy. A lot more than he enjoys blindly following commands. He even finds himself to be good at it.

Maybe great.

It’s still a shock to his system when Keith compliments his planning for the first time, eyes sparkling with relief and pride after a battle as he tells Lance, “we did it.”

And they did. Lance plotted, Keith executed and lined everyone up, and they won. It’s the first time after Shiro’s disappearance that Lance sees actual ease in Keith’s frame. His wild, flashing warning signals dim to a soft white light.

A hopeful smile graces Lance’s face, too.

Hunk notices the change in Lance. He raises an eyebrow after Lance agrees with Keith not once, not twice, but three times during a team meeting. Their seating arrangement is new, too: Lance sits just right of Keith at the head of the table.

Lance shrugs helplessly back. Hunk rolls his eyes, grins, and pretends like nothing had ever happened.

Occasionally, Lance will slip. He’ll get so frustrated when Keith doesn’t see his vision, and starts challenging him beyond what is necessarily desired or needed. They don’t just stop fighting when they switch lions. Fighting with Keith, whether with words or sparring, never fails to kick his adrenaline up a notch and boost his drive. He knows it does the same for Keith, who always smiles lopsidedly when he wins a match. Another expression Lance used to hate and now can’t bring himself to mind. Lance loves that he can bring out Keith’s confidence and reflect the shine from his already present brilliance.

More often than not, though, they make a good team.

Maybe, eventually, a great one.

[iamthatonefangirl]

this just have been on my mind, i don't think I ever saw someone talk about but: CEO!Bucky with a loser!reader. bear with me, he's rich, he is a respectable man, has the fanciest shit ever, drink and eat the best; but he meets reader who's absolutely feeds on junk food and energy drink, she dresses in loose clothes and bedroom is a mess and people ask how did she pulled a man like Bucky.

(you can absolutely ignore this if it's not your cup of tea, im just rambling and projecting at this point)

wait no I totally see your vision anon.

*heads up for this one I am NOT trying to shame anybody’s food or lifestyle choices!

like imagine when you first meet it’s a whole awkward thing like,

imagine you’re in a grocery store. you’re walking down the aisle with a basket on your arm. you’re not paying a lick of attention to where you’re going, staring down at your phone with chunky over-the-ear headphones on and chewing gum annoyingly

he’s trying to keep his head down and not get noticed. most of the time he loves the luxurious life but sometimes it’s nice to pretend to be normal

you’re walking to the end of the aisle and you totally bump into him as he’s walking the other way

“so sorry!” you tell him casually, yanking your headphones off your ears. “total accident. my bad.” you’re still chewing the gum loudly, mouth wide open as you do.

“no, it’s okay,” he responds politely, noticing the way you’ve stopped to look at him. he wonders if you’re about to say something to him, being who he is

you look down to his basket. “wow, look at you, mr health nut,” you tease with a snort.

he looks down to his basket and back up to your slightly amused expression. he laughs a little bit. you have no clue who he is, you realize

he sees your basket full of nothing but processed crap. boxed kraft mac n cheese, white monster energy drinks, instant coffee, sugary cereals, etc

it’s insanely refreshing for him to see

“you… don’t know me?” he asks

“don’t believe we’ve met, no,” you say, shuffling all your stuff to your right arm and jutting out the left arm to shake his hand

it’s hilarious to him that you don’t even know proper handshake etiquette

he gently squeezes your hand, amused, and you’re completely oblivious. you tell him your name with a crack of the gum in your mouth and he tells you his

“you really don’t know me?”

“no, sir, i don’t!” you smile, your confidence never once faltering

“the ceo of <idk some rando company>?”

“oh! that’s you? congrats, by the way!”

you’re the funniest fucking thing ever and he adores it. he loves how fucking carefree you are. how you don’t even know him

“can i take you to dinner sometime?” he offers.

“nah, not if you’re gonna serve me that crap,” you smirk, pointing to the stuff in his basket. “i’ll make you macaroni, though,”

when’s the last time he had boxed macaroni and cheese?

“okay,” he laughs.

you intrigue him, and he loves your snarkiness. the sex you have that night after eating macaroni is fucking intense

you keep him honest. he’s only partially a capitalist prick but you keep him humble and grounded. and you refuse to go to events with him, but he’s okay with that. it’s not your scene. and he’ll gladly come home to fuck you and eat macaroni with you

okay i also completely just rambled!

[kurizz]

Summary: Zoey goes out for a nightly walk in the park and spots a plushie of her. She looks around for who the owner might be. A man in a hoodie claims it as his and the voice is familiar. 

Word Count: 1590

a/n: another au of the saja boys as humans

The moonlit park was alive, filled with a harmonic blend of nature and people. Unlike the silhouettes moving in pairs or groups, Zoey wasn’t with any company. She had declined when Rumi and Mira offered to join her, saying she wanted some time alone. Dressed in cartoon-printed pajamas and wearing a face mask to hide her face, she strutted around without much care.

For her, there was just something adventurous and exciting about strolling alone at night, like stepping out to a mystery waiting to be discovered. 

Her eyes shut as the nightly breeze cooled her face, soaking in on the feeling against her skin. She had forgotten to grab a jacket, so it was a bit chilly in the clothes she was wearing. Opening her eyes again, she watched as the trees swayed, the birds flapped their wings…and then, she spotted a Zoey plushie.

There it was, sitting all alone on the nearby bench, its lifeless eyes staring back at her. Her head whipped from left to right as she wondered who could have left it. The poor plushie had been abandoned by its owner. Whether it was intentional or not, she didn’t know.

Zoey cradled it in her arms, its soft fur sinking into her touch. It was in good condition, suggesting it had been well cared for. Yet, it had been left behind and forgotten.

With a huff, she pinched the plushie’s hand. “How dare they abandon you like this?”

Its shadow was cast over her as she held it up. “Look how cute you are!”

If anyone had been close enough to hear her, they might’ve thought she was crazy for talking to herself. Another huff escaped her as she placed the plushie on her lap.

“I'll take better care of you.”

It was a good thing she found it, at least.

“That's mine,” a man growled, startling her.

She leaned back against the bench, pressing the plushie to her chest, eyes wide. A man loomed over her, his face obscured by the night and hidden beneath a hoodie. Her heart pounded against her ribs at the sudden intrusion.

“Huh? Who are you?!”

She couldn’t see his eyes, but she could practically feel daggers shooting at her.

“Give that back to me.” 

“Oh! This is yours? Mister, you gotta take better care of your things!” Her arms flailed, though she wasn’t sure why she was giving him a lecture. “What if it got stolen? You're lucky I kept it safe.”

The mysterious man flinched, struck by a sudden realization. The shift in his demeanor caught Zoey off guard. She started to wonder if she had been too mean. 

“...it's you,” he whispered.

With a confused gaze, she asked him, “Huh? I didn’t catch that.”

“Zoey.”

Just one word. 

Said in a manner so earnest, that only then did she realize who he was.

“Mystery?!”

The look on her face was of pure shock. A sudden rush of warmth flooded her cheeks, making them burn as her heart hammered in her chest. She was just lecturing him seconds ago. Him.

 “Wait, this one is yours?”

There was a brief silence as she waited for him to respond. Her fingers toyed with the plushie in quiet anticipation. He dropped his face into his hands with a soft grunt, the noise made her blink as her expression shifted to one of confusion.

“Here…” she said with uncertainty, “You can have it back.”

His face was still hidden behind his fingers, and she realized she hadn't seen him at all. Hearing his voice was enough to send her heart into a frenzy, but seeing him eye to eye might just put her into cardiac arrest. 

Despite knowing for sure it was him by his voice alone, she still longed to see his face. Not for confirmation, but to bless her sight tonight.

Not wanting the moment to go to waste, she suggested, “At least look at me and say thanks.”

While waiting for his next move, she tried to convince herself that maybe the plushie wasn’t his. That maybe it was from a relative he’d been here with earlier. Or a friend.

After all, she didn’t know much about his life outside of work. He truly was as his name suggests–a Mystery. 

She found the thought funny–having a family member be a fan of the group you're supposed to be rivals with.

It would’ve been easy to convince herself…if it hadn’t come from his lips directly. The words ‘That’s mine’ and ‘Give that back to me’ echoed inside her head. 

Mystery slowly took off his hoodie, his hair falling over his face. Before Zoey could complain about it, he brushed it aside and lifted his gaze. Their eyes locked on each other. 

She shuddered, not from the cool air, but from the intensity of his stare. Her gaze lowered down, going over his nose, the faint blush on his cheeks…and the plumpness of his lips. Her heart fluttered uncontrollably.

“Thank you,” he blurted out after minutes of silence.

She blinked, snapping out of her thoughts, “Oh, no problem.” 

It wasn’t the first time she’d seen his face, but it never failed to knock the wind out of her. He had the kind of beauty that deserved to be flaunted, not hidden. 

And yet, she was glad it was. There was a quiet delight in being one of the rare few who got to see him like this.

She blinked a second time, trying to get back to their conversation. “Here you go.” She handed the plushie over to him, and he took it. “How come you have a plushie of me?”

She dared to ask. Why wouldn’t she?

Mystery was the one to look away this time, his ears turning red. “It was…a gift from a friend.”

Zoey squinted at him, not sure what to make of his answer. She settled with a shrug. “From one of the Saja boys? Or someone outside your group?”

She didn’t mean to interrogate him but it was impossible not to get curious.

“That’s a secret.” he murmured, his voice ragged and quiet.

She saw the chance to tease him and took it, her eyes glinted with subtle mischief, “Really? You can’t admit that you bought it yourself?”

Mystery’s eyes widened a fraction–he hadn’t expected her to attack him like that.

“Zoey…” he whined, bringing the plushie to his face.

It was too much to handle. 

He was too cute for his own good, and it made her brain go haywire. He said her name again, but she wanted to hear more of it. Like she couldn’t get enough. He could rival sirens, the way he hypnotized her just by saying her name.

“Mystery,” she paused, hoping it had the same effect on him. “I’m just joking. Don’t be too serious!”

She laughed heartily, then quieted down as she scanned their surroundings. There still weren’t many people where they were. Good–she liked the privacy they had.

“You really shouldn’t have left it alone here, you know. There are lots of people who–”

“Zoey.” He cut her off, his voice clearer this time. He didn’t want to let her tease him again. His clothes rustled with each movement as he leaned closer to her. “Sign it for me.”

She held her breath. He was too close. She could barely register his words with him so close.

“Here.” He took a pen from his pocket. “Use this.”

He was still embarrassed a moment ago, and now he wanted her to do something for him.

She couldn’t even bring herself to refuse.

She grabbed the pen from his hand quietly, shuddering a little as their fingers brushed against each other. The sound of the pen sliding across fur filled the silence as she signed the plushie. Once she was finished, he took it back.

Relax, Zoey. 

He was still so close to her, and he showed no signs of stepping back. She lifted her chin to meet his gaze. He stood in front of her while she sat on the bench, facing each other. The heat radiating from him shielded her from the cold—but it was his gaze that made her shudder.

She wanted to raise her hand to touch his face, but she fought off the urge. The air between them was charged with anticipation—and caution. There were dangers that lay beneath the surface, uncharted by them both.

They broke eye contact the moment they heard squealing. People were calling a familiar name.

“Baby! Please, take a picture with me!”

“Omg, that’s Baby?!”

“Wait, where is he heading?”

Zoey shot up in a panic and pulled the hood of Mystery’s hoodie over his head. She also made sure to fix the bangs that covered his face. She guessed Baby was here to take Mystery back. He must’ve been gone too long.

Looked like their fun was about to be cut short.

Mystery’s hand slid over to hers softly. When she looked back at him, she noticed the small frown on his face. Did he want her to do something?

She glanced at Baby, who still hadn’t seen them. Then back at Mystery.

Suddenly, she wanted to make the night more adventurous than she’d originally planned.

They ran off. 

They weren’t sure where to go, as long as it was away from the crowd. Their hearts beat loudly, matching the rhythm of their footsteps as they hit the ground. Mystery felt content. Not only did he have one Zoey, but now he had two in both hands.

[paladinhearts]

The Difference Between Mike’s Apology to El vs. His Apology to Will.

Hello! Welcome to aaaanother analysis post. Except this one is a long one so buckle up!!!

Mike and El

Mike’s apology to El starts off with him going, “so umm, are we just not gonna talk about it?” It’s already off to a bad start because this doesn’t sound like the start to an apology, rather it’s more confrontational, and he’s still waiting for her to bring it up, for her to explain herself. His body language, expression, tone of voice, they’re all very closed off. “I don’t know, just maybe about like, yesterday…or everything.” His tone is harsh, it’s almost condescending, accusatory. Honestly if someone spoke to me the way Mike was speaking to El, I’d already be tearing up because what is with your tone man???

“Yeah. I guess um. I guess I’m just a little uh. Guess I just don’t really understand.”

😬

“Why didn’t you tell me what’s going on here? I mean, you know I’m not exactly Mr. Popularity back home. I mean…you’ve seen it I’ve been bullied my entire life. I know what it’s like.” Ok! Valid point and I do agree with him here. He’s also trying his best to keep the mood somewhat lighthearted with the ‘Mr. Popularity’ comment, but the director’s choice of absolute deafening silence and cold lighting (which I touched on more here) is not helping.

“No. You don’t.”

- “Okay. What don’t I understand?” It’s good that he’s giving her room to speak and is willing to listen to her, however in my personal opinion I still think that his voice sounds very forcefully neutral. It’s a very tense tone, it’s not one that could, say, gently coax her into opening up and be vulnerable.

[El talking about her not belonging anywhere.] “Come on you- you can’t actually believe that.” Good on him for jumping in at that moment but I do think there was more that he could’ve said in order to comfort her considering everything she went through. How could she not believe it considering…everything? I don’t know what exactly but still this response is lacklustre and doesn’t really do anything.

Anyways fast forward to “everyone looks at me like I’m a monster”

- “Well they just don’t know you.”

????? Compare this to his response to this exact statement in season 1, he immediately shuts it down, saying “No El you’re not the monster. You saved me. Do you understand? You saved me.” And then he hugs her. Why didn’t he do the same thing here? Why didn’t he immediately shut it down and say “?? Well then they’re stupid and wrong because you’re not a monster. You saved my life, remember? Not just mine but everyone’s,” etc. I don’t know maybe I’m nitpicking a little bit on this part.

And then after she accuses him of looking at her like he was scared of her, this is his response;

“No, no. [scoffs] No that’s not- thats… that’s not true. I was just surprised. A- maybe I was a little upset in the moment but, I mean… [looking away] I’m sorry I just-.. I didn’t know what to do. I mean.. it just was so crazy. It happened so fast. But-.. it doesn’t change anything it doesn’t matter. I-…. I care for you….so much.” [El’s response]. “What…who…who said that I didn’t?”

There’s so much stuttering. My guy is just straight up yapping here. He’s said so much, he’s said so many words and yet it accomplished absolutely nothing, and if anything it only made their conflict worse. Mike sounds unsure. He’s constantly looking away, and anytime he looks at her, it’s not with empathy or understanding, rather he looks incredulous. Like he can’t believe he’s the one that needs to be defending himself right now. I need to emphasise the fact that he is constantly stuttering, tripping over his words, looking away, parts of his face are twitching, it literally sounds like he’s making things up as he goes and doesn’t know what to say to her.

He’s defending himself and justifying his actions rather than apologising to her.

Not to mention that right after El tells him that he never says “I love you,” he immediately responds with “I say it.” Honestly his confidence and unwavering voice + dead on eye contact really surprised me because that boy is lying straight through his teeth. So much for ‘friends don’t lie.’ We know Mike hasn’t been saying “I love you,” for one we’ve never actually seen him say it to El’s face on screen and we know he’s not even writing it in his letters.

So now, not only has he not apologised properly except for a quick stuttering ‘I’m sorry,’ but now he’s also lying and gaslighting her.

And well El pulls out the receipts and clocks him so..

But even after that he gets more defensive, going so far as to say “Okay okay Eleven you’re being ridiculous! What like..- what is this!? You know what I think of you.” This is another weird statement to make because clearly she doesn’t know what he thinks of her anymore now that she doesn’t have her powers and needs reassurance, which for some reason he won’t give her. Also calling her ridiculous while she’s clearly breaking down is…probably not the best move!

Then he starts blaming Angela and co. for everything that El is saying and feeling, which to some extent I get like I suppose I can see why he thought that maybe Angela had made El feel isolated and unloved, but man still if your girlfriend is here in tears practically begging you to tell her you love her, you TELL HER YOU LOVE HER.

Then he calls her incredible but the final nail in the coffin is him calling her a superhero (it’s also interesting that when he calls her incredible, he doesn’t really specify why she’s incredible to him specifically, rather just stating it in a more..general way). He’s confirming everything El feared because she thinks that 1. She doesn’t have her powers anymore = she’s not a superhero (imo untrue) and 2. Superheroes don’t cause and initiate violence = she’s not a superhero (even though Angela totally deserved that). Which she then says out loud.

And then the scene ends and their conversation presumably gets interrupted due to the cops arriving. They got nothing done, they got nothing sorted, and Mike approaching El to talk only made things worse.

+ Here’s screenshots of how Mike was looking at El during their conversation as well as how the conversation ended

Mike and Will

Let’s move onto Will!

With Will, Mike’s apology starts off with him saying “Thanks by the way.” Ok, off to a pretty decent start, he’s expressing gratitude for something which usually doesn’t go wrong!

“For what?”

- “For knocking some sense into me I mean I was being a total self-pitying idiot.” Great! He’s acknowledging where he went wrong and gives Will full credit for fixing that. And then of course the famous

“I didn’t say it.” “You didn’t have to.”

Directly contrasting Mike and El’s

“You never say it.” “I say it.” Or even “I know what it’s like.” “No, you don’t.”

We’re already seeing which one of the two is more on the same wavelength as Mike. Even just Mike’s body language is so different from his talk with El. You could argue that both conflicts here were somewhat similar, El was lying to Mike and wasn’t telling him things, and Will had barely kept in contact and had ‘inexplicably’ been sulking and moping all day. Mike has enough reason to be mad at both of them, yet with Will, he is much more relaxed with his posture compared to how guarded and stiff he was while talking to El. Sure, the situation with El got a bit more intense because blood and violence got involved, but the bottom line is is that Mike is mad at both of them for lying to him (even though Will wasn’t technically lying but whatever). Yet for some reason the difference between how he approached both is quite clear.

And then they smile at each other for a moment, before Mike starts speaking again. He says, “Hey also about uh..about the last few days..”

This conversation starter is much gentler in comparison to “Are we just not gonna talk about it?” When you say the latter to someone, you’re stating that they’re being avoidant, you’re putting the blame on them, as if you’re stating that “Hey man I’m here and ready to talk, you’re the one who’s not doing the same.”

Meanwhile what Mike says to Will is neither here nor there, it sounds like he’s going to say something in regards to his own behaviour, perhaps something along the lines of “things got really messed up and I’m sorry,” but based on his manner of speaking, he’s also leaving room for Will to interject. Which Will does.

Will puts the blame on himself (which is heartbreaking because honestly out of all three, he’s the one who’s least in the wrong), to which Mike immediately responds to by jumping to his defence.

“No! No no, no you didn’t deserve anything.”

Would love to bring attention to Mike’s expression as he says this.

He looks absolutely appalled at the fact that Will could even say such a thing. This is the only time he makes this expression during their talk.

And then we get another famous line; “Listen the truth is, the last..year, has been weird, y’know? And I mean you know, Max and Lucas and Dustin they’re..they’re great. They’re great it’s just, it’s Hawkins, it’s not the same without you.”

Wow. Wow.

Not only did he immediately jump to Will’s defence but he also stated that their once shared hometown doesn’t feel the same without him. It doesn’t feel like home without Will. Of course this isn’t much of an apology and doesn’t really justify why he was straight up ignoring Will, but still Mike is making an effort to be honest, which speaks volumes.

I’d also like to note that [On the Bus] starts playing right as Mike says this, which is the same OST that plays during Lucas and Max’s heart-to-heart in season 2.

And well, Max was also in a love triangle, and we all know how that turned out..

But I digress, anyways moving onto the next line.

“And I feel like maybe…I was worrying too much about El…. and I don’t know maybe I feel like I-.. lost you or something. Does that make sense?”

Now while I don’t really know what he means by the “worrying too much about El” part, what he said is still a really touching, vulnerable thing to put out there. I’d also like to point out that throughout his little speech, Mike is constantly saying “y’know?” and even “does that make sense?”

He is seeking reassurance from Will, like he needs to know that Will understands what he’s trying to convey because it’s just that important, which I find really sweet. Another thing is that by saying what he said, Mike is taking a lot of responsibility for the distance that is between them. He doesn’t say “Why didn’t you write to or call me?” the same way he said “Why didn’t you tell me what’s going on here?” to El. He started talking with full intention of letting Will know that none of what went down was his fault (even though you can argue that it is true that yeah, Will didn’t call or write to him either).

And this is a huge improvement from his “Why is this on me? Why am I the bad guy?” from before!

“I have no idea what’s going to happen next. [quick glance away before looking back]. But, whatever it is I..I think we should work together. I think it’ll be easier if we’re a-.. we’re a team. Friends. [Glancing all over the place with a slight smile]. Best friends.”

“I feel like I lost you” was intense enough but now it’s coughing baby vs. hydrogen bomb.

Mike’s stuttering here is different from how it was with El. With El it was like he was desperately fighting to get words out there and to prove himself, he’s literally just saying what comes to mind without making too much sense of it. It was his fight or flight response being activated because he knew the conversation was devolving into an argument.

Here however, it’s as if he knows what he wants to say but is scared about actually putting those words out there because he’s not sure if the same sentiment will be reciprocated by Will. Once again he’s now leaving room for Will to jump in here.

I think it’s really important to note the fact that Mike has never been good at heart-to-hearts. We especially get a glimpse of his obliviousness and him not knowing what to say in season 3, where Lucas constantly had to guide him on how to deal with his own girlfriend. And again in season 3 where Mike is presumably trying to tell El that he loves her, except really it’s him trying to get her to say the word first. Even in season 1 when Dustin had to push Mike to apologise to Lucas and threaten expulsion from the Party if he didn’t comply. In fact, we’ve only really had one proper moment prior to this season where Mike was being open;

The scene in which he recalls his first meeting with Will. In which he pours his heart into his words to hopefully break Will out of his possession.

And now we see him do it again in this scene.

In both of these instances, Will has been the motivation for Mike to open up. Mike has always had trouble being vulnerable with others, but not with Will. Will brings out the best in him, Will brings out his heart, and we see this throughout season 4 where he manages to get Mike to open up to him several times.

And this concludes Mike’s apology to Will. There was no yelling, there was no arguing, there was no accusing, there was no drama. There was vulnerability, there was honesty, and Mike managed to say everything he wanted to say before they got interrupted. (Interrupted while they were just. Gazing at each other mind you).

Anyways that’s all for this gigantic post. I just wanted to point out how much gentler and more productive the conversation was between Mike and Will as opposed to Mike and El. Out of two scenes that were framed very similarly, one ended in tears and the other ended in smiles. Thanks for reading!

“Cool.”

“:) Cool.”

[angeltees]

unfair, jack hughes

pairing jack hughes x fem!reader warnings smut, sub!jack, begging, jealous!reader, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, hints towards jack having a breeding kink, mentions of cumming inside, established relationship wc 1.1k

breathy whimpers spilled from your boyfriend’s lip in a symphonic melody of desperation. his bare cock humping up against your bare pussy, the streaks getting smeared onto it from your earlier releases matching the ones racing down his cheeks.

“p-please, i won’t do it again.” jack reiterated the same thing he’d been saying all night, his voice coming out lowly due to how sore the nonstop moaning made his throat. 

you shook your head once in defiance before you stopped moving your hips– knowing how close jack, once again, was to cumming. his length was left sticky due to your cum being coated all over it when you pushed up off of it, your eyes glaring down at the boy arching his hips after you with tears rolling down from his shiny eyes.

“you always say that, jack.” your hand rubbed a tear away from his cheek, his face leaning into it without hesitation. “but you never mean it.”

he shook his head in denial, his eyes wild as they pleaded into yours, “i do mean it-“ you cut him off. “then why do you let them touch you? why do you stand there with their hands wrapped around your bicep-“ you bent down to bite his upper arm, your tongue refusing to soothe the sting, “my bicep?”

you paused when you felt the way jack’s cock bobbed up against you, “you’re liking this? you like it when i get angry about other girls touching what’s mine? who’s mine?”

jack’s hands that were around your hips tried to pull you back down against him, his desire to feel your warmth wrap back around his length surpassing his need to apologize.

if he was in the right mindset he would’ve been able to see you clearly, to be able to understand exactly what you were trying to tell him. because earlier, he noticed it all. 

he saw the way you paused your conversation with quinn to lock in on the fan's hand that was momentarily touching him, the girl's long nails caressing his bare bicep with a smug expression on her face. 

but right now? you were being completely unfair. that exchange was hours ago, back before the sun even set. and now, after being edged at least three times, he was ready to do anything to make you forget it. to forgive him. 

anything, which included using his hips to bump into yours rough enough to catch you off guard, and for him to flip your position so you were pressed flat against the bed with your legs wrapped around his narrow waist. 

“i said i was sorry.” he insisted, his hips pushing down into yours in smooth glides. his head pushed itself between your head and shoulder to busy his mouth, his lips sucking your skin into between his swollen lips.

“babe-“ his mouth removed itself from your skin, his cheeks flushed from both tears and his faint blush. he cut you off, “i know you saw that she only touched me for a minute, that i pulled away as soon as i felt it.” 

you avoided eye contact, your jealousy brewing in your stomach at the reminder– even if it was just a small touch. “and i know you saw the other girls reach out to do it too, but they don’t mean anything to me.”

his thick, leaking, cock head nudged against your clit which made you both let out a synchronized moan. “you’re the only person whose touch matters-“ he stuttered, “the only one who can make me cum.”

without responding, you reached down to guide his cock to hover over your hole, your eyes looking up at him for a second for his consent. 

he pushed in on his own, a small hiccup leaving his lips when he finally felt the way your walls tightened so pleasingly around him. 

“you can’t cum inside today, you don’t deserve it for making me feel the way i did today.” your words were cruel but you were still upset about what you saw earlier. so, you didn’t care. 

“whatever you say, baby.” he blabbered without hesitation, his mind unreceptive to your words. but when he leaned down to kiss you, his cock accidentally slipped out. 

his mouth moved against yours as soft whines left his lips, his hips sluggishly rubbing against your folds as he tried to slip it back in hands free. 

you noticed the way his lips broke rhythm the more he struggled and you slide your hand down his body to press him back in, your hands wrapping loosely against him to guide him into the right position. “shh, baby. it’s okay, i got you.” you changed the make-out into soft pecks, your lips soft against his as you reassured him. 

“i’m sorry, thank you,” he repeated it a few more times between soft kisses, his eyes open as they gazed into yours with all the love and reassurance he had in his body. 

but then, like clockwork, he slipped right back into his headspace. his mind conjourcing ways he could find a way to keep his cum clogged deep into you– a way to prove that he only loved and thought about you. 

and right when he started imagining the way everyone’s eyes would look towards your full belly with his hand pressed right against the bump he caused, and the way you’d never get jealous again, he realized what you said. 

he knew the only way to change your mind was to beg even more– something about a man who yearns is a man who earns? he couldn’t remember right now. “please can i cum inside you? let me prove that you’re the only one for me-” he kept blabbering, his hips pushing harder against yours as if it would make you change your mind.

“what? you wanna knock me up to prove it?” you tried to joke through a moan but when his pupils blew up you knew that’s exactly what he wanted. 

and all he said before pushing your legs up and over his arms with your knees pressed close to your chest was “i mean it when i say you don’t have to reason to be jealous.” 

and later that night, you both got what you wanted. you edged jack again right after that, just so you can see his pretty eyes fill with tears once again. and when he got to cum for the first and last time of the night, he did it deep inside you. his fingers pushing it back up into you whenever it started dripping out. 

[yuesya]

“Thank you for helping us!”

Kamado Tanjiro bows, deep and heartfelt as he expresses his sincere gratitude. Gratitude which is long overdue; he’d wanted to give his thanks ever since the night when Rengoku-san had been saved. And now, after the recent battle against not one but two Upper Moons in the Flower District, there’s only more reason for him to do so.

If Gojo-san hadn’t arrived when she did, Tanjiro shudders to think how the fight would’ve turned out. Uzui-san was powerful, but he’d been poisoned by Upper Moon Six. Their team had already been struggling to decapitate the demon siblings that held the title together. If Upper Moon Two had attacked them too on top of that?

Tanjiro knows that he and his comrades would’ve continued to fight bravely with all their strength. But he also knows that victory would’ve been nigh-impossible to achieve if that were the case, with the odds stacked against them like that.

So, he’s thankful for Gojo Shiki’s well-timed arrival.

“… You’re welcome.” There’s a slight pause before Gojo-san responds, as if the girl hadn’t expected Tanjiro to approach her and thank her like this. Tanjiro can’t imagine why she would think that; of course he’s grateful! And it’s only polite to at least thank someone after they saved your life and the lives of your friends, right? “It was no trouble.”

It was no trouble. Fighting two Upper Moons was no trouble??

Truly, Pillars were on a completely different level.

And… even among Pillars, Gojo-san was on a level of her own, wasn’t she? Rengoku-san and Uzui-san had both been saved by her. Tanjiro had been saved by her, twice now by this point.

He’ll have to work hard to make sure that there isn’t a third time. And if Gojo-san ever finds herself in trouble someday, Tanjiro wants to be able to help her and reciprocate the aid he’d received.

He’s definitely going to have to increase the intensity of his training!

… After his injuries from his battle against Upper Moon Six have healed first, that is.

Come to think of it… Tanjiro is rather curious about Gojo-san’s fighting style. All Demon Slayers utilize Breathing Styles in order to match the demons’ monstrous strength, but Gojo-san doesn’t use any Breathing Style at all. And yet, clearly she’s able to easily keep pace with the demons. Outmatch them, even, with graceful movements that make it seem completely effortless for her.

How does she do that?

… Could Tanjiro possibly learn to do the same thing, too?

Tanjiro immediately raises his hand into the air.

“Gojo-san! If it’s not too rude to ask, may I join your training sessions?”

[angelsglitch]

ITS NOT LIKE I LIKE U

mean!reader x loser!ellie highschool au

summary: youre popular and it's safe to say you dont want losers like ellie coming to the best party of the year. but maybe the reason you dont want her there isnt the reason you would expect.

warnings: swearing, drug use

lowercase intended

pink - you

green - ellie

blue - other characters

one - see u saturday two - my little loser

you stumble over to where ellie is sitting, clearly intoxicated

“well, well, if it isn't little miss perfect. what’re you doing all alone over here?”

ellie looks up at you with a mix of annoyance and frustration, trying to maintain her composure

“shouldn’t i be calling you that…. and i'm not alone. jesse's just... getting a drink.”

“right.” you laugh then walk off.

elie lets out a sigh of relief as you walk away, but her moment of peace is short-lived. the party is getting more chaotic by the second, and she feels trapped in this situation

she walks out into the garden and takes a deep breath of fresh air, grateful for the quietness of the garden. she pulls out her phone and starts texting jesse

| ellie: i'm outside in amy’s garden. way too loud in there. come find me when you're done?

jesse responds quickly

| jesse: yeah man i'll be there in a minute jst tryna get away from this girl too lol being annoying as usual

a few minutes later, jesse finds ellie in the garden and sees her sat on a bench

“you good? saw you sneak out here before” he says

ellie nods, still looking a bit stressed. “yeah, I just needed some space. that girl is relentless.”

he sits down next to her “yeah, she gets like that. but you shouldn't let her get to you. she’s just jealous of how smart you are.”

ellie snorts “jealous? of me? that's a first.”

jesse grins “seriously man, you're way cooler than her. and all of them — you just don't see it.”

ellie rolls her eyes, but a small smile tugs at the corners of her mouth “whatever you say, jesse. let's just chill out here for a bit longer. i really don't want to deal with her ass again tonight.”

“alright, i’ll go find dina then i’ll be back” he says disappearing back inside

ellie watches him go, then leans back against the bench, staring up at the stars

“finally, some peace and quiet." she says to herself, however she jinxed it as you walk out into the garden.

ellie notices you and tenses up again, her shoulders stiffening as she pretends to be engrossed in her phone

“ohhh my god what a loser” you laugh to yourself slurring your words in the process.

ellie’s face flushes red with anger and embarrassment, but she keeps her voice steady "leave me alone bro. i’m not in the mood for your bullshit."

“why should i? i didn’t fucking want you to come anyways” you snap back

ellie stands up, finally facing you head-on “bro what the fuck is your problem with me?”

“i just don’t fucking like you!” you spit

ellie laughs bitterly "yeah, i got that loud and clear. but you know what? i don't like you either. you're just a shallow, fucking judgmental person who thinks being popular makes you better than everyone else."

“i’m not-! i just can’t- just forget it” you stutter trying not to say the wrong thing

ellie crosses her arms, looking at you with a mix of irritation and curiosity "can't what? can't handle someone who's not like you? someone who actually has interests and doesn't care about being liked by everyone?"

“you think i haven’t tried to fucking like you?”

ellie raises an eyebrow, clearly surprised by your outburst "what are you talking about? you've made it pretty clear you hate me from the moment we met."

“you just don’t get it and you never will so just… stop” you sigh

ellie scoffs

“no, i don't get it. you come here and start shit, then say you tried to like me? that's rich."

“seriously fucking just stop you’re gonna get shit out of me that i don’t wanna say”

ellie takes a step closer, her expression softening slightly “fine, i'll stop. but you know what? you're the one who keeps coming back to bother me. maybe you should figure out why that is before you start throwing insults around."

“because..” you trail off, too drunk to collect your thoughts

ellie waits, her eyes searching yours for an answer “because what? spit it out."

“because i fucking like girls” you let out a breathy scoff to yourself “and im in denial… but i know, deep down, but i cant-i have a reputation and i just can’t.”

ellie's eyes widen in surprise, her expression shifting from anger to shock “you... what? you like girls? that’s why you’ve been so shitty to me”

“i’ve always liked you I just- couldn’t let myself… so i tried to hate you and i was a bitch. i admit that”

ellie takes a step back, processing this information “wait, you've liked me this whole time? and you thought the best way to handle it was to bully me to push down your feelings?"

“what else could i do?! i couldn’t let anyone find out! everyone would see me differently, especially because you’re…. you”

she looks hurt and frustrated “so you decided to make my life hell instead of just talking to me like a normal person? you know, i thought you were just some typical homophobic bully. but now I see it's just your own internalized issues."

you stand there at a loss for words

ellie crosses her arms again, her voice firm but not unkind “you need to figure your shit out. you can't keep pretending to be someone you're not. and you definitely can't keep taking it out on me."

you sigh “im sorry okay? so there’s your answer.”

ellie sighs deeply, running a hand through her messy hair "sorry isn't enough. you need to stop being a coward and be honest with yourself and others. it's not fair to anyone, especially me."

you throw your hands up in the air in frustration “oh god i don’t even know why i told you.”

ellie looks at you with a mix of sympathy and frustration “maybe because deep down, you know you can trust me. but trust doesn't just magically fix everything, you still have to make things right.”

“i swear to god if you tell anyone about this you better count your days and count them well”

ellie’s expression hardens again “don't threaten me. and i won't tell anyone, but only because it's not my secret to share. but trust me, i can handle whatever you throw at me."

you sigh again “i just don’t know what to do.”

ellie softens slightly, seeing your genuine distress “you need to start by being honest with yourself. and maybe stop being such a jerk to people who don't deserve it.”

your expression falters and you look at her looking genuinely apologetic “im sorry, i really am. i just thought it was easier for me to not think of you in a romantic way if i just filled my head with bad thoughts about you.”

ellie shakes her head, a small smirk playing on her lips "that's the stupidest shit i've ever heard. but i guess i can understand the logic... sort of. you really are an idiot, you know that?"

“yeah, i am”

ellie chuckles softly, the tension between you starting to ease “at least you're self-aware. but seriously, you need to work on your coping mechanisms. they fucking suck.”

“seriously, i just don’t know what to do now. i don’t wanna keep on being mean to you but if i just stop altogether, my friends will think something is up.” you say

ellie considers this for a moment "well, we could start by being civil. maybe not hang out with your friends when they're being assholes to me. and maybe... we could try talking more. like normal people."

“are you serious? really? i can’t be seen speaking to ellie williams of all people.”

ellie rolls her eyes “oh please, like i care about your social status. i'm not asking you to be my best friend or anything. just... not treat me like shit anymore."

“ill think about it” you joke playfully

ellie rolls her eyes again, but there's a hint of a smile on her face "yeah, yeah. don't strain yourself too hard thinking, princess."

“you know you’re actually not that bad as ive conditioned myself to think” you admit

ellie smirks “and you're not as much of a bitch as i thought. who would've guessed?"

“oh ha ha”

ellie laughs genuinely this time "just admit it, you like speaking to me."

“maybe. or maybe my true feelings are coming out from the deep depths of shadows” you laugh

ellie raises an eyebrow, clearly amused and bursts into laughter "oh lord you're such a weirdo. but hey, if you can stop being a dick, maybe we can be friends."

“bro friends? i’m trying to not like you not fall in love with you”

ellie's expression shifts to one of surprise and slight disbelief "wow, you're really laying it all out there today, aren't you? you can't just say stuff like that and expect me to react normally."

“i’m drunk. i really don’t care what i say.”

ellie crosses her arms, looking skeptical "drunk or not, you should still watch what comes out of your mouth. especially when it's about your feelings for me."

“why” you say confused

ellie steps closer, her voice lowering “because it complicates things. you're supposed to be my bully, not someone who's secretly into me. it's confusing and messy.”

“fair enough” you shrug

she studies your face, trying to gauge your sincerity

“so, what happens now? you just go back to being the popular pretentious bitch and pretend this conversation never happened?”

“well, i don’t know. i’m sure you heard the talk of the school that me and mason broke up and i don’t know what to do about it because he wants to get back together, but i don’t like him. i don’t know if i like boys at all.”

ellie's expression softens slightly, showing a hint of concern "yeah, i heard. and honestly, it sounds like you need to figure out your own feelings before you worry about mason. you don't have to rush into anything."

“i’m sorry for like telling you my feelings about you and shit”

ellie shrugs

"it's fine. i mean, it's not like you planned to confess your feelings while drunk. just... maybe next time you're feeling confused, talk to someone who's actually a friend."

“thank you” hug her but she doesn’t push you off

she stiffens slightly at first, clearly surprised by the hug, but then relaxes and awkwardly pats your back

"yeah, don't mention it. and maybe lay off the alcohol for a bit."

“it’s cold, do you wanna talk inside?” you suggest while rubbing your arms

ellie glances at the house, then back at you “sure, why not. i could use a break from the cold anyway."

ellie follows you, looking around curiously as you walk upstairs and enter the guest room

"so, what's the plan? are we just going to sit here and avoid the real world for a while?"

“i mean sure, i don’t mind”

ellie plops down on the bed, making herself comfortable "cool. i could use a break from studying anyway. and honestly, i'm curious about why you're suddenly being nice to me."

“well i did just fucking confess my feelings” you say, confused about her obliviousness

ellie laughs softly "yeah, that is true but that doesn't mean you have to be nice. you could still go back to being your usual self tomorrow."

“fair… do you think it was obvious?”

she looks at you

“y’know that i liked you or was i too much of a bitch for you to tell”

ellie thinks for a moment, fiddling with a loose thread on her shirt "i mean, i had my suspicions at first. the way you would always target me specifically, the insults that seemed a bit too personal... it made me wonder if there was something more behind it."

“oh.”

ellie smirks again "yeah, 'oh' is right. you weren't exactly subtle about it"

“did you ever feel any type of way back..?”

ellie hesitates, avoiding eye contact “i... don't know. maybe a little confused? i mean, i never expected the girl who made my life hell to suddenly have feelings for me.”

ellie notices your silence and looks at you "what? you can't just ask me that and then not say anything."

“i just don’t know what to say.”

ellie sighs and leans back against the wall "well, maybe you should start by explaining why you even liked me in the first place. i mean, we're literally complete opposites."

“i don’t know, you’re pretty, your smart, you have friends that like you…”

ellie chuckles slightly at the compliment

“pretty? that's a new one. and yeah, i have friends, but they're not exactly popular like yours.”

“yeah.”

ellie looks at you intently

“i really didn’t plan on telling you this”

ellie laughs again, shaking her head "i know you didn't. but now that you did, we're stuck in this weird situation where you have feelings for me and i'm just... confused."

“yeah” you walk over to the bed and sit next to her

ellie tenses up slightly as you sit close to her, the bed adjusting to the new weight

"you're really not making this any easier you know”

“what?”

elie looks at you, her expression a mix of annoyance and curiosity "trying to figure out what to do about all this. you're sitting here, being nice to me, telling me you have feelings for me, and i don't know how to react."

“right”

ellie runs a hand through her messy hair, clearly frustrated

“and it's not like i can just forget everything you've done. the bullying, the insults... it's hard to just move past that.”

“i’m not saying you have to like me back ellie”

ellie looks at you, her expression softening slightly "i know you're not. but you're still expecting something from me, aren't you? some kind of reaction or response?"

“well yeah i guess, but i im not expecting anything i mean i made your life shit for ages” you reply back to her as she glances down at your lips as you talk

ellie quickly looks away, trying to hide the fact that she was staring at your lips "you're right about one thing. you've been a real fucking pain in my ass”

“i know i get it” you say as the two of you hold eye contact

ellie's breath hitches slightly as she maintains eye contact, her heart racing. the tension in the room is palpable.

"then why are you still here? why do you even care about how i feel?"

“i’ve already told you, i get it’s hard to understand, it’s confusing for me too.”

ellie swallows hard, her gaze flickering between your eyes and lips again

"yeah, it really is. you're a walking contradiction, you know that? one minute you're being a total jerk, and the next you're confessing your feelings."

“i know, i know” you say looking down at her hands avoiding her stare

ellie notices your gaze and instinctively pulls her hands away, crossing her arms defensively "stop looking at me like that."

“like what?” you say, genuinely oblivious

ellie huffs, clearly flustered

"like you want something from me. like you're waiting for me to do something."

“i said nothing, and the fact you brought it up seems like you want to do something.”

ellie rolls her eyes, but there's a hint of a smile on her face "you're infuriating, you know that? always finding a way to twist my words."

“i’m just kidding, unless? joking.”

ellie lightly shoves your shoulder, a small laugh escaping her lips

"oh, shut up. i'm not doing anything with you."

“your loss.” you shrug as you lean back on the bed

ellie watches you lie down, her eyes lingering on your relaxed form for a moment before she shakes her head

"you're actually so full of yourself. just because you're hot and popular doesn't mean i'm going to fall for your charms."

“oh so you think im hot?” you say turning to face her fully.

ellie face turns bright red as she realizes her slip-up "i- bro- i didn't say that- i just meant… oh you’re so fucking annoying”

“aw” you mock her and pull a fake sad expression

ellie covers her face with her hands, clearly embarrassed "stop being so smug. it's not cute."

“you’re cute”

ellie peeks at you through her fingers, her cheeks still flushed

"i hate you."

“i hate you too.”

-

jesse pushes through the crowd of everyone in the kitchen and walks up to dina.

“hey d, you seen ellie anywhere?”

“ohh, no she’s not in here or in the garden, maybe check out front or upstairs, we’ll look in abit” she says to him taking a sip of her drink as she dances.

“alright we’ll check for her soon” he replied as he places a kiss on her mouth.

-

ellie hesitates for a moment before lying down next to you, keeping a small distance between you

"this doesn't mean anything, okay? i'm just tired of arguing."

“yeah, i know… me too.” you let out a breathy sigh

ellie stares up at the ceiling, trying to ignore the fact that your shoulder is almost touching hers

"you're really testing my patience here man.”

“could say the same to you”

ellie looks at you with a mixture of annoyance and curiosity "what do you mean by that?"

“im kidding” you say nudging her shoulder

ellie groans in frustration "you're such a tease. i don't know if i should punch you or kiss you."

“oh?”

ellie's eyes widen at her own words, realizing what she just said

"i- like bro i didn’t even say that. i didn’t mean it like- i'm just tipsy and saying stupid things."

“so why don’t you?”

she freezes, her heart pounding in her chest*

"why don't i what?"

“the second option.”

ellie's breath hitches as she looks at you, her eyes flickering to your lips again

“you’re fucking kidding me”

“am i?”

ellie swallows hard, her resolve weakening "yeah actually, yes, you are. and i should be smarter than this, but... i can't help myself."

ellie leans in slightly, her voice barely above a whisper

"you're really going to make me do this shit, aren't you?"

“hm?” you tilt your head slightly

she leans in and kisses you passionately, her hands gripping your shirt as she pulls you closer. the kiss is filled with pent-up frustration and desire.

ellie breaks the kiss for a moment, breathing heavily

"i hate you for this."

“i hate you more.”

you lean back in ellie kisses you back fiercely, her fingers tangling in your hair as she deepens the kiss. her body presses against yours, seeking more contact.

suddenly dina walks in as she’s looking for ellie and you both jump away from eachother quickly

ellie quickly runs a hand through her messy hair, trying to compose herself as dina stands in the doorway with a smirk on her face.

"well, well, well. what do we have here?" dina scoffs

“what.”

dina leans against the doorframe, crossing her arms

"don't 'what' me. i saw you two. i'm not blind."

“what’s happening is someone fucking?” one of the school jocks, logan says peering through the door

ellie's face turns bright red again, mortified at being caught by not just dina, but also logan

"looks like the nerd finally got lucky." he says

“and with little miss queen bee? noooo wayyyyy! and after mason? hashtag downgrade!” he chuckles to himself as he snaps a pic of us, finding himself hilarious.

ellie shoots him a glare "shut up, logan. fuck off."

logan chuckles and walks away, leaving dina still standing there with a knowing look on her face

"you know this is going to be the talk of the school now right?

ellie groans and puts her head in her hands

"i'm never going to live this down. i can already hear the whispers."

“how about you just drive me home?” you change the subject, forcing a smile.

ellie looks up at you, grateful for the distraction "yeah, that sounds like a good idea. let's get out of here before anyone else shows up."

“good plan.” the two of youwalk down the stairs through the kitchen and leave amys house, then get into ellie’s car.

ellie starts the car and pulls out of amy’s driveway, her knuckles white as she grips the steering wheel tightly

"i can't believe this is happening. why did i let myself get caught up in this?"

“to be honest i think we would have been fine if logan and dina didn’t see” you say trying to look on the bright side to a situation that has no bright side

ellie glances at you, her expression a mix of frustration and annoyance

"yeah, but they did see. and now everyone's going to know. it's just... embarrassing."

“dina won’t tell anyone, but logan… i don’t know, he’s like masons best friend”

ellie's grip on the wheel tightens even more at the mention of mason

"yeah mason is the last person i want to know about this. he'll never let me hear the end of it."

“how do you think i feel he’s like the most crazy ex ever!”

ellie lets out a humorless laugh

"right, i forgot about that. he's obsessed with you. this is going to be even worse for you than it is for me."

“exactly and like y’know.”

ellie nods, understanding the gravity of the situation

"yeah, he's going to flip out. he's already threatened me once for even talking to you."

“i don’t think people would even believe logan though, like me with you.”

ellie glances at you again, her expression softening slightly "maybe not. but he'll still try to start rumors. and you know how fast they spread in this school."

“it’s fine, i don’t even care anymore.” you sigh

ellie lets out a small sigh following yours, her shoulders relaxing a bit

"you're surprisingly calm about this. i'm still freaking out here."

“i think if i lose my friends for yknow making out with a nerd then they’re obviously not my friends, y’know?”

ellie smiles slightly, touched by your words

"i appreciate that, angel. but i don't want to cause any problems for you. you have a reputation to maintain."

“it’s fine ellie, really, i feel speaking about it tonight kinda changed my thoughts on things, y’know.”

ellie pulls up to your house and parks the car

"i guess i did have some things to say. but i didn't expect them to affect you so much."

“thanks for driving me” you say giving her a genuine smile.

ellie turns to face you, her expression serious

"anytime. and if you ever need to talk again... i'm here."

“i- okay.” you say giving her a quick kiss on the lips

ellie blushes again, caught off guard by the kiss

"see you tomorrow, princess."

“see you at school nerd.”

ellie watches as you get out of the car and head inside. she sits there for a moment, processing everything that just happened before driving away.

-

ellie walks into the school hallway, feeling a mix of anxiety and determination. she can already hear whispers and see people pointing and staring at her. maybe not that dramatic, but it definitely felt that way.

ellie tries to act casual as she walks into class andtakes her seat next to you, but she can't help but notice the looks from her classmates. she whispers to you

"i think everyone knows."

“yep. same” you say quietly

the teacher looks at the two of you

“girls stop talking.”

ellie quickly shuts up and faces forward, her cheeks still slightly pink. she glances at you out of the corner of her eye, silently communicating her discomfort.

“awww love birds” one of the boys on the basketball team speaks out

ellie tenses up at the comment, her hands gripping her pencil tightly. she shoots a glare at the basketball player.

“shut the fuck up, jake."

you pull your phone out under the desk to message ellie

| you: everyone knows and ive fell out with pretty much all my friends because of it ;-;

ellie's phone buzzes and she discreetly checks it, her heart sinking as she reads your message. she types back quickly.

| ellie: sorry to hear that like genuinely. this is all my fault

| you: it’s okay, i have u right? my little loser”

ellie can't help but smile at your message, despite the situation. she types back with a hint of sarcasm.

| ellie: wow thanks for the pep talk. i feel so much better now."

| you: but seriously, it’s good. im sure masons mad, haven’t seen him yet today

ellie glances around the room nervously, half-expecting Mason to burst in at any moment.

| ellie: yeahh i’m sure he's seething. he's probably planning some dramatic confrontation.

| you: we can talk about it behind school later, me and u

ellie nods slightly, understanding your plan.

| ellie: okay sounds good. i'll meet u there after class

ellie takes a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves.

| you: its gonna be okay

| ellie: "I hope so. but I trust u. srsly

you give her a small smile as you glance over to her, feeling a mix of relief and anticipation for your meeting later.

| you: speak to u later see u there loser

divider creds: @uzmacchiato

[prettysturns]

arguments - chris sturniolo

angst. smut. unprotected sex. harsh language.

“im not gonna wait anymore! y’don’t even care about me!” your voice rung.

you and chris were arguing again. this time, it was because you accused him of only caring about sex.

so here you were, standing against your car in the cool night, chris standing infront of you with a hurt look on his face. you just wanted to enjoy yourself at this party, without dealing with this idiot that won’t make up his mind.

“so that’s it? y’just givin’ up? all because you think that im only here to fuck?” chris responded, his tone laced with a bit of frustration and his expression unreadable, yet you could read some of it.

he was hurt. he felt for you, even if you guys weren’t labeled, even if you guys just claimed you were only fuck-buddies.

“yeah! i am!” — stubborn you. obviously you couldn’t give up on him. he wasn’t your boyfriend, but he was yours.

his heart heaved at the sight of tears filling your eyes. “c’mon. don’t do this. c’mere…”

and you gave in. you always did.

you stepped forward, burying yourself in his warm embrace, letting out a soft sniffle into his chest.

he gently planted his nose in your hair, arms wrapping around you. it seemed as though the arguments were never serious, like a waste of time. they’d all end the same.

after a few moments, he pulled away, taking in the sight of your face.

he smiled softly, and his eyes — his eyes made you feel grounded.

“im here f’so much more. i like you. like, a lot. y’gotta give me time to show you.” he whispered softly, hand gently cradling your face.

a soft smile then creeped onto your lips, nodding with teary eyes. “okay.” you whispered back before burying yourself face back into his chest.

he let out a quiet, relieved sigh, his arms tightening around you.

again, a few moments of silence, before you looked up at him.

his eyes met yours, soft and blue.

you leaned in, trapping his lips in a soft kiss. he instantly melts, his tongue diving for yours. you let out soft noise, feeling your tounges dance together.

the kiss became more urgent, more desperate. his hand comes up to tangle itself in your hair, and he lets out a soft groan, lips moving against yours with a hungry intensity.

he finally breaks, both hands falling back to your hips. “leeetttss get y’to the backseat, yeah?” he rasps.

so now, you were here, straddling chris in the backseat of your car.

you lean down, diving in for the kiss again. he groans, hands falling to your thighs and gripping them tightly. he pulls you closer, lips moving against yours desperately. he was addicted.

with instinct, your hips grind into the thick denim of his jeans, core rubbing again his rough bulge.

he pulls away from the kiss, head falling back. “fuckkk..” he groans.

you let out a whine, the torturous sensation causing your eyes to fall shut. he grins, hands reaching for the hem of your shirt. “can I?” he asks, voice low.

you nod quickly, lifting your arms. he peels it off swiftly, tossing it to the floor of the car.

he sits up slightly, eyes taking over your form. “fuckin gorgeous..” he mumbles, feathering a few kisses against your neck and collarbone.

your hands fall to the painful bulge in his jeans, quickly unzipping them in a rush. you gently tug them down, along with his boxers, ignoring the soft hiss that fell from his mouth.

his eyes meet yours, and things stay like that for a bit.

“s’my turn.” he jokes lightly, breaking the silence, a light grin painting his lips. he tugs up your skirt, eyes meeting your soaking pussy.

“no panties? fuckin tease..” he mutters, dragging a finger through your sopping folds. you let out a soft, needy whine.

after another desperate kiss, you position his tip to your drooling hole, teasing your own entrance.

he hissed as you sunk down, slowly, taking him inch by inch till you were so full that it was painful. he tightly grips your thighs — even tighter than before — letting out a groan.

“oh, fuck..” he mutters, head falling back. he looks back at you, eyes raking your scrunched expression. “you’re perfect..” he whispers. “s’good..”

you let out a soft whine, and then began to move slowly, an even louder sound ripping through your dry throat.

chris lets out a groan at the sight, his hands coming up your hips, helping you keep a steady rhythm.

“fuck, yeah…” he breathes. “justtt like that, baby…”

your nails dig into whatever flesh of his they could find — his shoulders, his biceps, the back of his neck, everywhere. “y’look s’pretty..” chris adds.

your already overwhelmed — a mess. he notices this, gripping your hips harder, rocking his upward to meet your movements. “c-chris..” you whimper. the soft noises and words you spit had him nearly losing control.

he lets out a strained groan. “fuck, y’look so perfect..”

you pick up pace, noises getting louder. your clit softly brushes against his pelvis, brain going fuzzy.

he continues to match your pace. he can feel you clenching around him, can see you absolutely falling apart.

“yeah.. makin me feel s’good..” he whispers, lost by now.

and you were too. your body bounced ruthlessly, lips parted with cry’s. “so close.. so close..”

“yeah baby.. just a bit — fuck — just a bit more..” he groaned, drawing his thumb to your clit, rubbing firm and fast circles. you were done for.

“I gotcha…c’mon…” he added, watching you completely fall apart on top of him. it was a sight he’d never get over.

and finally, that tight knot in your tummy snaps, causing you to cry out and release your sweet juices all over his dick.

your sloppy walls squeezing around him was enough to make him fall right off the edge, his head falling back with a loud groan, releasing his load into you.

“fuckkk… s’good baby…” he grunted, watching you ride out your high and collapse onto his chest.

windows fogged, a mess underneath you, and trembling legs. but, atleast you and chris had overcome yet another argument.

divider by @uzmacchiato. my first time writing smut :l also why is it lowkey giving toxic ermmm

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[rereisstuff]

COSMIC !

summary: a familiar evening, by na pd.

pairing: idol! reader! x idol! Scoups

note: i’m not sure if it’s idol reader x scoups or idol fictional band x svt but it’s fun so read it, and also, i combined a few girl groups so don’t try to find a logical order jsjsjsjs, enjoy.

na pd had the brilliant idea of combining two of the largest groups of the 3rd gen, Seventeen and your group.

as the leader, as scoups previously did, you had to come in with the song you’re well known.

cosmic.

you came out, face overly red, dancing with a smile, you loved the song and the feeling it gave and everyone was aware.

at the end, only the maknae was missing, you smiled when happiness started blasting and she complained about the childishness of it.

“ah how kind my daughter” you sang coming forward as she was dying of embarrassment, singing your part.

soon the room was filled with chatter, all of you ready for na pd indication.

“today we’re making something different” the man said scaring everyone “we’re pairing you up with the other correspondent person, like dk with solji as both are one of the main vocal”.

quickly you could find yourself walking towards scoups, both leaders, looking at your loud members fighting for who was getting mingyu.

“hi” you saluted scoups shyly, he responded quietly as well, with a bow, falling silent after it.

…

the section was named ‘i wonder about you’ where both mixed members in pairs came forward to a platform and have to respond anonymously questions done by the members of other pairs.

the thing was about to get done, the second eldest pair was coming down of the platform, lead vocals, jeonghan and yeji.

scoups and you were up “noona, is there something you like or admire about our group?” you read firstly, seeing an excited gaze on the pairs.

“well chan-ah” you said loudly, making everyone laugh as everyone knew it was Dino who wrote it “i really like your artistic expression, you guys really know how to throw a show, the lyrics and dance and everything is really high quality, i’m always looking forward to seeing you guys”

everyone clapped as Dino complained embarrassed, earning a light punch from your maknae.

“sir?” seungcheol frowned comically as he read the honorific, everyone laughed “have your ever thought you could do some of our concept better? which one?”

“i mean, i think i could’ve mastered in monster or naughty concept” he joked slightly looking at your members, making the8 complain about the fact that he suggested once a concept like that and no one agreed.

“we can accept you in our sub-unit myongo-ah” may reassure him, patting his back.

“you need nice legs for that sunbae” hyomin hit back at the joke.

everyone was laughing and happily exchanging words, na pd looked satisfied about the outcome of his experiment.

“do you think your group is closer off-camera than on-camera?” you read loudly, thinking about it.

“a week ago i came home and found luna and sullyoon in my bed watching tv, eating my snacks with my dog tucked in between them” you mentioned the maknae and visual whom giggled, almost all seventeen confused “we have lived apart for almost four years now, so i guess that anecdote and other more i can tell, answer to that question”.

everyone started to talk as well, some laughing at the anecdotes of the trust between members.

“which of our performances did you secretly like?” scoups read “i could get in trouble” he scratched the back of his neck, side-eyeing you “you make me crazy, where the fan was blowing your hair” he said directly to you.

you couldn’t help to blush, that performances were sexy and revealing, and he looked deadly at you, with that handsome face!

“unnie! what’s wrong?” one of your loudest members said, youngji, sitting with seungkwan, picking at you.

“what are you doing coups-ah? it’s not a dating show!” jeonghan complained making yeji laugh besides him, seungcheol and you getting more and more red with each comment.

na pd could breath of laughter, neither any of you.