#it's not even the ''I can't believe it'' whisper it's the ''I CAN'T beliEVE it'' scream

[peachesofteal]

Through Me (The Flood) - secret baby fic Simon Riley / female reader - warnings: 18+ daddy kink, sexual content, phone sex

"Whit do ye think, LT?"

Simon vaguely hears Johnny's voice. It's somewhere in the background, something he's not dialed into right at this moment, since they're not in an active situation.

For now.

Instead, they're all holed up in safe house with shitty mattresses, shitty couches, and thin walls crowded inside a concrete box. Simon's on his back, on the couch, flicking through his camera roll, picture after picture of you and the baby filling the screen. There are new ones, ones you've sent over the last three weeks, and when he fires off a text to let you know his phone is on for a little bit, you send a video back almost immediately.

"That the wee one?" Johnny says from over his shoulder, and Simon nods, clicking play.

"Okay Ry, let's show daddy," Orion's on his tummy in the living room, holding his head up, staring at you behind the phone. He's giggling a little, smiling, wriggling around, and you place one of his toys just out of his reach, to the left. "You can do it bub, come on. Daddy wants to see." There's more encouragement, Orion rocking back and forth on his belly and kicking his feet-

before rolling over completely onto his back.

"Good job bub! What a strong boy." You pull him into your arms, his back to your chest, legs up over yours, and turn the phone so the video shows both of you. "So, that's a thing." You smile, and kiss his head. "Think we'll have a crawler on our hands soon." Something sad flickers in your gaze and you chase it away. "Anyway, we uh... we miss you. Call tonight?" A knot forms in his throat, and he practically leaps off the couch, making for the back door. Johnny calls after him, but he pays it no mind.

>Can you take a call now?

>You just missed him, I'm so sorry. He's asleep :(

>That's okay. I want to talk to you.

>Okay, sure.

"Hello?" You're not quite whispering, but your voice is still soft, careful, and he closes his eyes.

"Hey."

"Hey. How are you?"

"Fine. Can't believe he's rolling over." You stifle a small laugh.

"I know. He's going to be crawling soon, I can feel it. Keeps trying to push himself up with his arms and scoot his legs forward. It's cute. He looks like a seal." You sigh, and he gets lost in it, honey sweet spiderweb trapping him in the middle, tangling him up for the feast, your fangs already deeply embedded in his flesh.

That's what you are. Something under his skin. Something possessing him down to the marrow. A man who only takes orders from one other-

willing to say 'how high' if you would only say 'jump'.

He hears his promise every day, every night, ringing in his ears.

Johnny thinks he's flipped a switch somewhere. Gaz says he's more bloodthirsty than he's ever seen.

John just smiles at him, a knowing look in his eye, a mutual understanding.

He's going home, no matter what. If he has to kill every single soul he comes across, that's what happens.

He made a promise.

"Hope he waits." He tries to control the rough scrape of his voice, but it's still there.

"I'm sure he will." You're gentle in your reassurance, kind. His kitten.

"How's he doin' otherwise?"

"Good. Fussing has calmed down a bit, thank god, but I think he misses daddy."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," you pause, small intake of breath, a barely there gasp. "I miss him too." He takes a cursory look around, and then drops the tone of his voice.

"Y'miss daddy, sweet girl?" The two of you have been dancing around this, for the last week. Since landing at the safe house, he's been able to call almost every night, sometimes he catches Orion when he's up and sometimes he only catches you, and recently, you've been engaging him with sexually charged late night conversations that make him jerk his cock behind a locked door somewhere, and come into his own hand.

Feels like a waste. He wonders if you'd let him get you pregnant again.

He doesn't even know if you can have sex right now, to be honest. He knows you tore, badly. Knows you had stitches. Knows you're probably still nursing the wounds, physically and mentally.

That's okay. He'll wait. He'll wait as long as he needs to. For this. For you.

He doesn't know where the change came from either, but he's not complaining. Or questioning. He's indulging and dreaming and telling you to reach into your pajama pants to touch yourself for him while he's tossing off on the other end of the line.

If he had to guess, he'd say the distance has given you some sort of courage, some sort of emboldenment to feel it out, gain comfortability.

The killing makes him extra rank, fills him with ardor for you, for his life now. He's always felt purpose, devotion, to his job, the 141, but now, there's a higher altar to lay himself at, a higher calling.

Getting a ring on your finger, for one.

"Are you in bed mama?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah? Gonna play with your pussy for me?"

"Oh god." You groan, but it's breathy, wild on the other end of the line, a whole world away.

"Tell daddy what you're doing, honey." He's rock hard, so much it aches, but he's not going to fulfill the burning need right now. He wants to be focused on you. "Are you touching yourself?"

"Y-yes."

"Does it feel nice?" You whine. "Rubbing your pretty little clit f'me, making it feel good?”

"Oh my god- yeah."

"Daddy's so proud of you, sweetheart. Taking such good care of Orion. Taking good care of yourself, making yourself cum since he can't be there to do it for you." You moan, unintelligible, nectarous melody on the wind. "I wish I was there. I think about the night we made our baby all the time, how you looked spread out on your bed, taking all my cum like a good girl."

"Oh, oh-"

"Took my cock so pretty, mama. Did so good, fit me like a glove." You're panting, tiny, bright whines slipping free, and he knows you're close. "Don't stop. Let me hear you." He orders, slipping a palm over the swollen mass of his cock.

"Fuck, daddy-"

"Keep going honey, come on." He can nearly hear your teeth grinding.

"I'm cumming, oh- daddy, I'm, I'm-" There's a shuffle, a high pitched gasp, and then you go silent, breathing heavily into the phone.

"Good job, mama."

He's sour by the end of week four. Muscles tight from the agony of being away, awful visions, nightmares, rotting the frontside of his brain when he closes his eyes.

The balaclava is heavy with blood now, everyday. Red stains white, fetid and curdled, trying to strain through his teeth.

They've moved from the safe house. The phone calls are only a dream. He turns his phone on for five minutes every other day, desperate to download the photos you're sending, only to get one out of the ten. Can't text you back.

At night, he stands outside with his chin tilted up, orientating himself with the skies, searching for Orion in the cosmic chaos. It takes time, too long, but eventually he spots it, south west in the sky, glittering alongside the moon. His stars. His moon.

John tries to temper him. "You'll have to get better at this, if you're planning to stay, Simon. It won't get easier, but you can ease the ache."

It's never been a question about staying, he's served the 141 for far too long to give it up now. The want is incredibly selfish, but he doesn't consider himself the other kind of man, the one who would take a desk job or sacrifice his duty. His life's work, essentially.

He's not a good man. But he's yours. He won't have it any other way.

Kyle's got a girl at home now, he tells Simon. Maybe we should introduce them, ya know LT? Give em someone to lean on, when we're gone. A brilliant idea, if he's ever heard one. Though he's not surprised. Gaz is the top of his class in everything.

He and Johnny speed run through the last part of the op, raining hell down upon everyone in his path, and he finally sees that crazy glint in Soap's eyes, the one that's been missing this entire time.

"Was fun, LT." He slurs the night before exfil, glass of whiskey lax in his hand. "Almost sad to be goin' home."

Not too long ago, he might agree. But now that he's staring down the barrel of five and a half too long weeks, he can't wait for it to be over.

>Hey

>Hey omg, I've been worried.

>All's good. On our way to base now. Gonna shower here, change. Alright if I come over after?

>Yes.

He’s a livewire stepping off the bird. Three paces behind Gaz, he’s trying to type out a text to you, hardly paying attention, spreading his stride to close the gap between him and the showers.

“Hey darling.” Gaz is wrapping someone up in his arms, pretty little thing with dimples, Simon barely glances up-

And then nearly trips over his boots, tongue tied to see you standing behind Kyle’s new girl, sundress swinging at your thighs, Orion babbling away on your hip.

His bag drops.

He sprints.

“Ah!” You shriek as he tugs you into him, lifting you and the baby with an arm under the plush of your ass. “Simon, oh my god-“ you curl forward, free hand gripping his shoulder, and he presses his mouth to yours.

“Missed you mama.” Your top teeth bite into your bottom lip, bashful and sweet. “You too, bub.” You kiss him again, longer this time, ignoring the whooping from Johnny in the background.

“Welcome home.”

[fvsm4x]

Loser gf reader x fratboy Gojo Satoru

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬. I‘m such a sucker for loser gf reader and fratboy gojo

You always wondered what Gojo saw in you. He was the life of every party, the guy everyone wanted to be or be with. You, on the other hand, were more comfortable in the quiet corners of the library, nose buried in a book. Your worlds couldn't have been more different, yet here you were, his hand intertwined with yours as he led you into another one of his infamous frat parties.

"Stick with me, alright?" Gojo grinned down at you, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief. "I won't let any of these idiots bother you."

You nodded, trying to ignore the glances and whispers from the crowd. It was always the same—people wondering why the most popular guy on campus was with someone like you. But Gojo never seemed to care about their opinions. He was always unabashedly himself, and somehow, that included being with you.

As the night wore on, you found yourself on the couch, sipping on a soda while Gojo mingled. He'd check on you every few minutes, his smile never faltering. But even in a room full of people, you felt alone.

"Hey, you're Gojo's girlfriend, right?" A girl with long, blonde hair and a tight dress sat down next to you, her gaze appraising. "I'm Mina. I've heard a lot about you."

"Hi," you replied, feeling a bit wary. Mina's smile didn't quite reach her eyes.

"You're so lucky," she said, leaning closer. "I mean, Gojo is such a catch. I can't believe he’s dating someone like you."

Before you could respond, Mina stood up and sauntered over to Gojo, placing a hand on his arm. You watched as she leaned in, whispering something in his ear. Gojo laughed, but when he saw the look on your face, his expression changed.

"Excuse me," he said to Mina, brushing her hand off and making his way back to you. "You okay?"

You nodded, trying to hide your discomfort. "Yeah, just not really my scene, you know?"

He chuckled, leaning in to kiss your forehead. "I know. But I like having you here with me. Makes it more fun."

"Really?" You raised an eyebrow, genuinely curious. "You don't think I'm...I don't know, bringing you down?"

Gojo's expression softened. "Never. You keep me grounded, you know that? Besides, I like showing off my amazing girlfriend to everyone."

A blush crept up your cheeks. "I'm not amazing, Satoru."

"Yeah, you are," he said firmly, pulling you closer. "You put up with my crazy ass. That's pretty amazing to me."

As if on cue, another girl approached, giggling and twirling her hair. "Gojo! Come dance with me!" she insisted, grabbing his hand.

He gently but firmly removed her hand from his. "Sorry, I'm with my girlfriend," he said, nodding toward you. The girl's smile faltered, and she walked away, pouting.

You laughed, feeling the tension melt away. Maybe you didn't quite fit into Gojo's world, but he made you feel like you belonged. And that was enough.

"Come on," Gojo said, standing up and pulling you with him. "Let's get out of here. I know a place where we can actually talk without shouting."

You smiled, letting him lead the way. As long as you were with Gojo, you knew you'd be okay. And maybe, just maybe, you were starting to see what he saw in you.

© fvsm4x 2023/4 : do not translate, plagiarise or steal my work.

[erwinsvow]

hii shea idk if someone has already made this type of request if that's the case please ignore me but i can't stop thinking about shy!reader absolutely cock drunk asking for the first time rafe to fuck her raw and the question caught him so off guard that he felt feral and dizzy, his composure slipping away just wanting to please his sweet girl<3

hi baby omg no i don't have any reqs like this here it is hope i did it justice <33

rafe was teasing you today.

after more than an hour of back and forth at whatever party you two had gone to for the evening—and only because rafe wanted to sell and your friends had already promised they'd be there—you were more than ready to go home.

except rafe hadn't taken you home yet. instead you'd been all around the house—on rafe's lap in the living room to start. leaning in to your boyfriend's ear, you know he can tell how desperate you're getting.

you don't do well with denial anymore—rafe had spoiled you too much for that.

"can't we go now?" the words are whispered to rafe, and you rest your head on his shoulder, blinking up at him while you wait for a response. one of his hands leaves the armstand of the sofa and grips your exposed thigh, skirt riding up a little too much.

"it's early. hold out a little longer. can you do that for me?"

you think your eyes are going to roll all the way back. the answer is yes, of course, you can do that for him. you would do anything for him. you just don't want.

following that, you accompanied rafe to the other side of the house where a whole swarm of people were chasing their next high. though you should really stand next to him, you just can't find it in you today, instead staying his back, peering out every now and then like shy children do.

it's all worth it, because moments later rafe takes you upstairs, murmuring something about how you're being a good girl for holding out. there's an empty bedroom that you think is the perfect place to spend the next hour.

rafe's talking to you—though you're so deliriously horny you can't really hear him. you nod and stare up, agreeing to whatever your boyfriend wants to do, just wishing he would hurry up and do something already, when the door opens.

you're not naked, though if they had barged in a few minutes later, you might have been. and normally you think your face would be burning, that you might die of embarrassment at someone catching you like this.

instead you're just mad.

it's the owner of the house—which makes sense, since your boyfriend has brought you up to the master. he's got a girl of his own on his arm, and you grind your teeth getting up with rafe, furious and impatient now.

"at least knock next time!" you yell when you shuffle through, ignoring splutters of it's my house!

you think rafe is going to ask you what you want to do next—but he doesn't. your boyfriend, like always, knows what you need before you can even know it sometimes. you follow rafe back to his truck, ready for, at the very least, some peace and quiet.

when you finally get up to rafe's room, the buzz of the party is wearing off a bit. your feet hurt from your heels and you can't believe you yelled at someone. lost in your own thoughts, you don't even process rafe sitting down next to you, until he takes your feet into his lap, undoing the strap of your shoes for you.

it's instant—one touch from him is enough to set your skin on fire.

"oh," you say, at the sudden realization you might finally be getting what you want. you stare at where rafe is holding your ankle in place, shoes on the ground now. "thank you."

"s'nothing, kid. get on the bed." eagerly, you comply.

in the vain hope that rafe was as impatient as you are—you thought he would just fuck you already. but it seems not, with the slow way he kisses up and down your neck, down to your tits and your stomach.

you find it a lot easier to ask him for things now—a new dress, dessert, money for your nails—but it seems impossible to ask him for this, so you opt for enjoying it and staying silent.

but even then—rafe always knows when something is wrong. you're practically vibrating from anticipation—you had wanted your boyfriend to fuck you hours ago on that stupid couch from that stupid house. it seems your body was only now realize how long you'd been clenching your thighs, biting your cheek and ignoring the tense knot in your stomach.

a few touches from rafe was enough to have you practically melting—staring up and still not saying anything.

"y'okay, kid?" he asks, and you really don't know how to answer. "s'okay. you're getting what you want."

you can do this. you're patient—you've always been patient.

"can you-please, just-" alright, maybe not. "can you please just fuck me raw, please, please, just fuck me-"

of course, rafe's not stupid. he could tell you've been on edge all night, he just hadn't known why. he stares down at you, all flushed, hot skin and heavy breaths, looking up at him. he knows whatever reaction he gives you will stay on your mind, and though he can try as hard as he wants, you are impossible to say no to.

"jesus. s'that really what you want?" you nod eagerly. "can't regret this later, baby. once we do that, it's-it's serious. what if i knock you up, huh?"

rafe watches you take in the words, facing twisting in understand.

"please knock me up."

[iiseor]

toxic!dealer!ellie who favourites you over everyone else, yet refuses to make your relationship offical. one in the morning parked outside of a gas station, rain drops falling outside the smoke-fogged windows, tears streaming down your face, your head laying on her shoulder — she's rolling another blunt and rubbing your thigh in an attempt to make you calm down. "i know baby, i'm sorry" she rasps out, dragging the blunt to her lips before placing it between yours. "you're not sorry" you choke out, sniffling as your wiped away your own tears with the sleeves of the sweater ellie lenses you whenever you smoked together. She sighed at your words in slight annoyance, trying to keep her tone relaxed — she leaned back further in her seat as she watched you clear your eyes, taking the blunt from your hands before speaking. "there's nothing to cry about y/n, you knew this from the start" she replied, taking another hit.

holding your face in your hands for a moment — in the limited space, you turn to face her. your eyes puffy and red, hers identical though for a different reason — she lets out another sigh before sitting up to be closer to you. your faces closer than ever, she places the half smoked blunt back on the tray before moving her hands to caress your cheeks. Giving into her touch, you let your eyes close for a moment taking in the feeling of her.

"you know why it's like this... can't lose business" she'd remind you. something everyone had reminded you. your friends called you an idiot for getting involved with her in the first place, insisting she was nothing more than a fuck girl who bribed every pretty girl she came across with free weed. constantly reminding you that she wasn't willing to settle down, that she needed to be available so girls would keep buying from her thinking they had a chance — just to end up fucked before she moves onto the next. with you, it was different in your mind. she never persuaded you the way she did with the other girls. with you, she spoke gently. never pushing for anything more than what you wanted. always prioritizing your needs over her own, something even your friends didn't believe at first.

yet, despite any of this — you weren't hers. you could never be hers she warned you from the beginning. ellie insisted it was nothing more than a friendship, telling you anything more would ruin her income. "then why do you keep me around" you spoke just above a whisper, her hands still placed on each side of your face. "i don't get it ellie. we've fucked so many times.... so many fucking times. you've got everything you needed. why do you keep bringing me back?" your eyes began to water again — ellie scoffing "you can't put all of the blame on me" she says, "you run when i call y/n". and with those words your laughing in disbelief. "god ellie you know why the fuck i come back" you raise your tone, ellies eyes locked on you as you push her hands away from your face — ellie letting you before she slightly guides your chin back to face her. "look at me" she breathes out and you obey — tears blurring your eyes. "you have more of me than anyone else..." she informs, using her thumb to catch the single tear you let fall. "isn't that enough?" she questions, her tone seeking your cooperation.

with her desperate eyes piercing through your body, you stood no chance playing against her games tonight. it was tiring to say the least, but everything in your body craved her. even if she wasn't yours — she was right. you had more of her than anyone, you should cherish it while it lasts. pleased as you give in, she kisses your temple before brushing your hair out of your face. "i'm yours right now" she adds on, "be mine right now" she states, you staring up at her with wide yet drained eyes. "are we done with this bullshit now baby?" "got it all out?" she questions, her tone almost mocking you. embarrassed, you simply nod, pulling yourself into her embrace. "atta girl" ellie praises, placing kisses on the top of your head as you conceal your remaining tears by burying urself into her body — back at square one.

[theodorenmyth]

OKAY! Random idea, it’s like angst-fluff scenario where mattheo and reader are close friends but like Mattheo is secretly whipped for them🤬 like boy would obey them if they told him not to fight. But oddly reader has like a toxic best friend who talks loudly of something about reader. It could be like abuse, trauma or anything and it makes them shut down and not show their face around Hogwarts for a few days perhaps since it spread around like wild fire. Mattheo IS PISSED! You can end the scenario how ever you want! <3

　Whispering Shadows

Pairings : Mattheo Riddle x GN! Reader Summary : As secrets and betrayals ripple through the hallowed halls of Hogwarts, you find yourself at the center of a storm. Your closest friend Mattheo Riddle, who harbors deeper feelings for you than he's ever admitted, becomes your unwavering support. When a toxic friend exposes your deepest wounds, you retreat into solitude, but Mattheo's fierce loyalty and love draw you back into the light. Amidst the turmoil, unexpected confessions blossom, revealing a love that has been quietly growing all along. Together, you navigate the whispers and shadows, finding strength in each other. A/n : Enjoy (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠) Warnings) : Nothing! Word count : 990+

It was a cold evening in the Slytherin common room, the usual buzz of chatter filling the air. You sat by the fireplace, the warm light flickering across your face as you laughed at something Mattheo Riddle had just said. You and Mattheo had been friends for what felt like forever, and while his reputation for being tough and a bit of a troublemaker preceded him, you knew the real Mattheo – the one who would drop anything for you, the one who secretly cared more than he let on.

The door to the common room swung open, and in walked your other best friend, Lisa. She was loud and brash, never one to filter her thoughts, which sometimes was refreshing but often exhausting. Tonight was one of those exhausting nights.

"Hey, everyone," Lisa announced, her voice cutting through the room like a knife. "Guess what I heard today!"

You looked up from your conversation with Mattheo, who instantly stiffened at her tone. There was something about the way she said it that set off alarm bells in your head.

"Oh, don't keep us in suspense," one of the other Slytherins said, half-interested.

Lisa smirked, her eyes locking onto yours. "Well, it's about Y/N here. You know that family stuff they went through last summer? Turns out, it was even worse than we thought."

Your heart sank. "Lisa, don't—"

But she didn't stop. "I mean, can you believe it? Their parents are getting divorced because their dad was cheating, and apparently, Y/N knew the whole time. I can't imagine keeping something like that a secret. No wonder they were so messed up last year."

The room fell silent. You could feel everyone's eyes on you, the weight of their pity and curiosity crushing. You wanted to disappear, to melt into the floor and never be seen again.

"Lisa, shut the fuck up," Mattheo's voice was low, dangerous. He stood up, his fists clenched at his sides.

"Oh, come on, Matty," Lisa said, rolling her eyes. "It's not like it's a secret anymore."

"Don't you fucking dare call me that. You're a real piece of work, you know that?" Mattheo took a step toward her, his anger palpable. "Y/N trusted you, and you just threw it in their face for what? A bit of gossip?"

You couldn't bear it anymore. You stood up, your vision blurring with tears, and ran out of the common room, the whispers of your classmates following you down the corridor.

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You spent the next few days avoiding everyone, hiding in the less frequented parts of Hogwarts. You skipped classes, meals, and only ventured out when you were sure no one would be around. It was too much – the stares, the whispers, the constant reminder of everything you'd been trying to forget.

On the fourth day, you were sitting in an empty classroom, staring blankly at the chalkboard, when the door creaked open. You turned to see Mattheo standing there, his expression softening when he saw you.

"Y/N," he said quietly. "I've been looking everywhere for you."

You wiped at your eyes, trying to compose yourself. "I didn't want to see anyone."

"I get that," he replied, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. "But you can't hide forever."

"I can't face them, Matty," you admitted, your voice breaking. "Everyone knows now. They all look at me like I'm some kind of… victim."

"You're not a victim," he said firmly, crossing the room to sit beside you. "You're one of the strongest people I know. And if they can't see that, then screw them."

You managed a weak smile. "You always know what to say."

He shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips. "I just tell the truth. And the truth is, you're incredible. Lisa… she doesn't know what she's talking about. She had no right to say those things."

"Why are you so good to me?" you asked, looking into his eyes. "I don't deserve it."

Mattheo took a deep breath, his gaze never wavering. "Because I care about you, Y/N. More than you know. And it kills me to see you hurting like this."

There was a vulnerability in his eyes that took you by surprise. You'd always known Mattheo was protective of you, but this was different. This was… more.

"You don't have to do this alone," he continued. "I'm here for you. Always."

You reached out, taking his hand in yours. "Thank you, Mattheo. I don't know what I'd do without you."

He squeezed your hand, a small, comforting gesture. "You don't have to find out." He wrapped his arms around you in a tight embrace, his arms wrapped around your body protectively.

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Word of Lisa's betrayal spread quickly, and soon enough, she found herself ostracized by most of the Slytherin house. It was a small comfort, but it helped knowing that others saw her actions for what they were.

With Mattheo by your side, you slowly started to rejoin the world. You went back to classes, meals, and even the occasional Quidditch match. The whispers didn't stop immediately, but they lessened, and eventually, people moved on to other gossip.

One evening, as you and Mattheo sat by the fireplace in the common room, he turned to you, a serious look on his face. "You know, Y/N, I've been thinking."

"About what?" you asked, curious.

"About us," he said, a hint of nervousness in his voice. "About how much you mean to me. And… I think it's time I told you something."

Your heart raced as you waited for him to continue.

"I love you, Y/N," he said, his eyes locked onto yours. "I've loved you for a long time. And I don't want to keep it a secret anymore."

A wave of emotions crashed over you – surprise, joy, relief. You leaned in, pressing your forehead against his. "I love you too, Mattheo. I always have."

He smiled, and for the first time in days, you felt a sense of peace. No matter what happened, you knew you had Mattheo. And that made all the difference in the world.

[stargirl-angelina]

★··To all the boys I’ve love before au··★

-> Part 1 ♡

-> PeterKavinsky!Lando Norris x fem!LaraJean!Reader

-> Based on To all the boys I’ve love before & P.S I still love you (films not the novels) — expect some changes in plot, but I will try to stay true to the essence of tatbilb 🤍

Summary: y/n's love life goes from imaginary to out of control when her secret letters to every boy she's ever fallen for are mysteriously mailed out.

reader is pretty non-descriptive to hopefully have all the girls experience their Lara Jean moment. Pretty much all characters from the movie names (except, Peter, the reader and John) aren't changed to make it easier to follow, but you're free to imagine them looking however you like! <3

Warnings: some swearing, this is my first written fic, so I can't say it will be amazing...

word count: 4.1K

not proofread <3

moodboard

It all started with a letter. Not just any letter, but a love letter—a heartfelt confession of emotions you could never muster the courage to voice aloud. Writing these letters became your sanctuary, a way to cope. This secret ritual, performed in the solitude of your room, was your way of capturing the intensity of your feelings for every boy you ever adored. It all started with Kenny from camp, he was your first letter, and from then, you never looked back, using letters as a way to express your infatuations. As a junior in high school, with a closet full of these unsent love letters (five to be specific), each one sealed and addressed, but never intended to be sent. You know, that this ‘routine’ of yours is somewhat embarrassing, objectively speaking. But you also believed that no one would ever find out…

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You sit cross-legged on your bed, the soft hum of your ceiling fan barely masking the silence of your messy room. Clothes are strewn across the floor, a mix of sweater and jeans that never quite made it back into the closet. Books and notebooks are piled haphazardly on your desk, remnants of late-night study sessions and abandoned attempts at organisation. As you absentmindedly doodle in your journal, your mind drifts to the bittersweet task of planning what to bake later for the school fundraiser. After going to the airport of course, the dreaded day has arrived, Margot is leaving.

Brownies, you decide, rich and chocolatey, a perfect outlet for the sour feelings churning inside you.

Margot's departure for university in Ireland looms large over you. The thought of her leaving tugs at your heart, more so because she isn’t just any sister—she’s been like a second mother. Growing up without your mom meant Margot had to step up, taking care of you and Kitty with a maturity that she was in a way obligated to develop. Now, as she packs her bags and prepares for a new chapter in her life, the reality of her absence begins to sink in. Her leaving is more significant than you ever imagined.

Margot's departure is filled with a quiet melancholy that seems to seep into every corner of your home. You and your family pile into the car, the weight of the moment pressing down on all of you as you drive to the airport. Kitty chatters nervously, trying to lighten the mood, but the reality of Margot leaving casts a long shadow. At the airport, you hold back tears as you watch her embrace your dad and Kitty, her brave facade cracking just a bit as she whispers words of reassurance. When she turns to you, you cling to her tightly, not wanting to let go. The finality of her departure hits you hard, and you find yourself wondering how you will manage without her guiding presence.

The ride home is subdued, everyone lost in their thoughts. As you walk back into the house, the emptiness left by Margot's absence feels overwhelming. It’s not long before Josh shows up. He didn’t come to the airport—Margot and him left things on awkward terms, you're not even sure if they’ve officially broken up. His presence in the living room a little stifling, sitting where him and Margot usually would have.

Baking was supposed to be an outlet but as you watch Josh in the living room chatting up your dad. “Josh, you know, you are always welcome here. Margot would have wanted it like that anyway.” Your dad says with a certain cheerfulness, you wonder when Margot is going to break the news to your father and cringe slightly. The interaction reminds you of the latest letter you wrote—to Josh. He was your childhood friend long before he became Margot’s boyfriend. 

Writing to him felt like a betrayal, but your feelings for him were hard to ignore. Now, with Margot gone, the awkwardness between Josh and you has only grown, and you’ve distanced yourself from him. The Sunday night family movies, a tradition that once brought comfort, now feel strained. Your dad invited Josh to stay, something that was unquestionable when he and Margot were dating. But now, the dynamic has shifted. You used to be so close to Josh, sharing secrets and laughter, but that changed when he started dating Margot. Now, you use Kitty as a buffer, letting her carry most of the conversation with him while you keep your distance.

After Josh leaves, the house feels even quieter. Kitty, sensing the heavy atmosphere, suggests watching another movie. You reluctantly agree, not wanting to disappoint her. You settle back on the couch, trying to focus on the screen, but your mind keeps drifting back to Margot and Josh. Despite your best efforts, exhaustion takes over, and you drift off to sleep midway through the movie.

As you sleep, Kitty’s curiosity gets the better of her. She had seen you put a box in your closet earlier and now, with you sound asleep, she decides to investigate. Ever mischievous and inquisitive that one, she tiptoes into your room, careful not to wake you. Opening the closet door, she spots the box tucked away on the top shelf. With a determined look, she climbs onto a chair and reaches for it. 

Kitty's eyes widen with excitement as she opens the box and discovers your collection of letters. Each envelope, neatly sealed and addressed, is a treasure chest of secrets waiting to be uncovered. She can't resist the temptation to read them, flipping through the letters one by one, her eyes growing wider with each confession.

You didn’t know it at the time, but that simple act would change everything.

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The following day at school starts off like any other. You shuffle through the morning routine, attending science and history classes that blur together in their usual monotony. Your mind is elsewhere, replaying the events of the weekend.

After lunch, you and Christine (Chris) head to PE. The thought of track practice makes you groan inwardly—running laps around the field has never been your idea of fun. Chris, feels the exact same way, both of you can’t muster much enthusiasm. The sun beats down on you as you lace up your sneakers, and you join the rest of the class on the track. As you start jogging, your mind drifts again, Chris runs beside you, chatting animatedly about her weekend, but you only half-listen, lost in your own thoughts.

PE drags on, each lap feeling longer than the last. when suddenly, you noticed a figure approaching from the sidelines. It was none other than Lando Norris.

Lando, the typical heartthrob, with his easy smile and athletic build, a star on the Lacrosse team and ,not to mention an “old” crush of yours, currently dating Gen.

Gen, who used to be your close friend until high school politics drove a wedge between you. She became popular, and you found solace in your friendship with Chris. The reasons for your falling out with Gen were still unclear, but the snarky comments she hurled at you in the hallways were a constant reminder of the rift.

Lando cut across the field, heading straight for you. The sight of him made your heart race for reasons beyond the exertion of running. Seeing him approach with a letter in his hand was like a scene from a nightmare. He held up the letter as if it were evidence in a trial, his expression a mix of curiosity and amusement.

"Hey, y/n!" Lando called out, his voice carrying over the sounds of students and the wind. "I got your letter."

The world seemed to tilt on its axis. All you could see was the letter in Lando’s hand, the one you had written in a moment of vulnerability and foolishness. The confession of feelings you had kept hidden now exposed for him to see.

Your heart pounded in your chest, each beat echoing the dread rising within you. The humiliation and fear were too overwhelming. The last thing you remembered was Lando's puzzled face as everything went black. Your knees buckled, and you fainted, collapsing onto the track.

When you came to, slowly, the world around you came back into focus. Lando kneeling beside you, his face filled with concern. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice soft but urgent. He gently helped you sit up, his hand firm and reassuring on your back. As you took in your surroundings, you noticed Chris and the other students in the corner of your eye being dismissed by the coach, who was giving instructions that PE was over and it was time to head to the showers. The class began to disperse, leaving you and Lando with a bit of privacy, as much privacy as you could really have on an open track field.

Before you could fully process what had happened, your eyes caught sight of Josh walking towards you, holding another one of your letters. The shock of seeing him with your letter sent a fresh wave of panic surging through you. The world seemed to slow down as you tried to think of what to do, but your mind was a whirl of confusion and dread.

In a moment of sheer desperation, you acted on impulse. You grabbed Lando, who was still kneeling beside you, and pulled him towards you. Without giving yourself time to reconsider, you kissed him, hoping to divert Josh’s attention and create enough of a distraction to escape. Lando's eyes widened in surprise, but he didn’t pull away. The kiss felt surreal, like something out of one of your dreams. His lips were so…soft, it was like nothing you had ever imagined (and you definitely had imagined). But there was no time to dwell on the sensation. As soon as you pulled back, you saw the stunned expressions on the faces around you. Josh had stopped in his tracks, his eyes filled with confusion and hurt.

Unable to handle the chaos that had just unfolded, you bolted. You ran off the track, your heart pounding in your chest, your breaths coming in ragged gasps. Lando yelled after you. “y/n! Hey y/n!” but you didn’t stop until you were far away from the field, seeking refuge behind the girls locker room. You leaned against the cool metal of a random locker, trying to catch your breath and calm the storm of emotions raging inside you.

Hiding, you fumbled for your phone and quickly texted Chris, asking her to check if the coast was clear. You promised you would explain everything later. Each second felt like an eternity as you waited for her reply. Finally, your phone buzzed with a message from Chris: "You're good to go. Lando and Josh are out of sight."

Sighing with relief, you carefully made your way back to the main campus, your heart still pounding from the earlier chaos. As you approached your locker to collect your bag, you prayed for a moment of peace. But as if things couldn’t get worse, you bumped into Lucas, another recipient of your letters, standing right by your locker. 

"Hey, y/n," Lucas greeted you with a calm smile. "I got your letter."

Panic gripped you again, but before you could spiral further, Lucas continued, "I’m gay, just so you know. But I appreciate the sentiment." His nonchalant tone and the sincere smile on his face eased your worry about his reaction. You managed a weak smile in return, grateful for his understanding.

It was then you realised the full extent of the situation—all your letters had been mailed. The world seemed to tilt again, and you felt like you were spiralling out of control. A feeling that can only be described as a mix of anguish and embarrassment clawed at your chest as you hurriedly said goodbye to Lucas, mumbling an excuse before rushing off.

You made a beeline for the parking lot, cursing yourself for parking so far away. What could you really do? You were still a new driver, and your skill level was basically 2/10 when it came to parking. Finally reaching your car, you fumbled with your keys, your hands shaking. You managed to unlock the door and slip inside, leaning your head against the steering wheel as you tried to steady your breathing. Your mind raced with thoughts of the letters, the confrontations, and the uncertain future that now lay ahead.

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As you pull into your driveway, you decide then and there to take your bike for the rest of the semester. The thought of navigating the chaos of the school parking lot is too overwhelming, and biking feels like a simpler, quieter escape. Finally, feeling a small sense of peace, you turn off the engine and step out of the car. But of course, that peace is short-lived. Just as you close the car door, you hear the sound of another vehicle pulling up. You turn to see Lando stepping out of his jeep, parked on the street right in front of your house. How did he even know where you lived? 

"y/l/n," he calls out, his tone playful, almost like a nickname. His casual demeanour contrasts sharply with the turmoil inside you. You and Lando walk silently to your front door, the tension palpable. You’re honestly avoiding the inevitable conversation, your mind racing with what to say. As you reach the doorstep, he breaks the silence. "We need to talk about what happened today," Lando says, his voice serious now, eyes locked onto yours.

Just as you’re about to explain yourself, another familiar voice interrupts. Josh emerges from the house next door, his expression a mix of confusion and hurt. You’re not surprised—living next door, it was inevitable that he’d want to talk to you at some point.

"Are you and Lando dating or something?" Josh asks bitterly, his eyes flicking between you and Lando, but mostly focusing on Lando.

Before you can utter a word, Lando steps in. "Meet me at the diner on 4th Avenue later," he says, his tone firm but not rough. "We can talk then." His simple request makes your heart flutter, the unexpected gentleness in his voice catching you off guard. You nod, unable to find your voice, and watch as he walks back to his jeep and drives away.

Left standing on your doorstep, you feel the weight of the day pressing down on you. “Norris, really y/n – him?” Josh says with a tinge of disappointment. 

“What about him?” 

“You're dating?”

“Is it really that unbelievable…” you said a little offended.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because you are a sweet innocent girl and he is a dick.”

“You make me sound so boring, I’m not that innocent.” you say joking with him a little and a small sigh escaping you.

“Josh, can we talk another time, I’ve had what feels like the longest day.” Although it is not exactly what Josh wanted, he sympathises and gives you a small smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, before walking back home. You know you have to face this, but for now, you take a moment to breathe and steady yourself. The quiet of your home offers a brief respite. 

“Daaaaaad, have you seen the box Mom gave me? Round, teal, has a bow…” you call out, your voice echoing through the house as you frantically search your room.

“No, my angel,” your dad responds from the kitchen, his voice warm and reassuring. “Are you sure you didn’t put it with the Goodwill stuff?”

“I know for a fact, I never took it out of my room,” you reply, sounding a little desperate as you continue rifling through your belongings. The box holds sentimental value, a cherished gift from your mom, but right now it the cause of all your problems.

“Well, honey, have you looked thoroughly?” your dad asks, his tone calm yet concerned.

Sighing, you pause for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady yourself. “I have, Dad. Don’t worry about it,” you say, trying to sound more composed than you feel. The box will have to wait—you have more pressing matters to attend to.

You glance at the clock and realise you need to get ready to meet Lando soon. The thought of the upcoming conversation makes your heart race, a mixture of nervous anticipation and curiosity about what he wants to discuss. You push aside your worry about the box for now and rush up to your room, focusing on the immediate task at hand.

As you brush your hair, you catch your reflection in the mirror and take a moment to give yourself a pep talk. “You’ve got this,” you whisper, trying to boost your confidence.

You grab your bag and head out the door, letting your dad know you’ll be back later. Hopping on your bike, the cool evening air brisk as you make your way to the diner on 4th Avenue. The walk gives you time to gather your thoughts, mentally preparing for whatever conversation awaits you with Lando.

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You sit down on a stool at the diner, the familiar setting calming your nerves slightly. This place has always been a sanctuary for you, a spot where you could escape and find some peace. The clatter of dishes and the murmur of conversations around you are comforting in their routine. “You want the usual drink, hun?” a waitress who recognises you asks, pausing with her notepad ready. “Um, I’m actually just—” you start, but are cut off by Lando sitting down beside you and interjecting. “Yes, she’ll have the usual. Make it two, in fact,” he says with a confident smile.

The waitress nods and gives you a cheeky smile. “There’s no way Mister Lacrosse Star wants a large strawberry milkshake with extra whipped cream,” you say, bantering to hide your nerves. “It’s not my typical go-to, but if you like it, it must be good,” Lando replies smoothly. You can’t tell if he is flirting with you or just being friendly, but either way, it makes you smile and almost blush.

The milkshakes arrive, and you both start sipping, the awkward but comfortable silence stretching between you. Your eyes meet, doing most of the communicating. You start avoiding his eyes, 

“So, I guess you want to know about the letter…” you say, breaking the silence.

Lando looks up at you, a smirk playing on his lips, his hazel-green eyes telling you everything you need to know.  “Oh my days, this is so embarrassing,” you begin, feeling your cheeks heat up. “But do you remember in grade 7 when we all played spin the bottle at Gen’s birthday party? You kissed me. It was my first kiss, and I developed a serious crush on you.” He giggles a little, his laughter light and infectious. “Don’t laugh!” you say playfully, nudging him with your elbow.

“When I have a crush, I write a letter. And right now, you, Josh, and Lucas have received those letters I wrote.” You feel a bit of relief from telling the someone your secret. “Jeez, y/l/n and I thought I was special or something,” he jokes. “And that’s why Josh reacted to you like that earlier. Sorry about that, by the way.” “Isn’t he with your sister, Margot?” Lando asks, eyebrows raised. “They actually broke up…” you say awkwardly, shifting in your seat.

You explain the rest of your situation, hoping he would understand, and also apologising for the abrupt kiss. To your surprise, he is okay with it. He then lets you know that Gen actually broke up with him. You are surprised but don’t pry; you both chat some more, and you don’t even notice how comfortable you have got with him.

“So, you’re telling me you’ve never had a boyfriend?” he asks, smirking at you.

“No,” you say, dropping your eyes to avoid his gaze.

“And you like this Josh guy…”

“He dated Margot; he is practically off the table,” you say, feeling a bit of frustration.

“I have an idea. Don’t shoot me down until I’ve said everything,” he says, leaning in closer.

He explains his plan, suggesting you fake date each other. His goal is to make Gen jealous. He also believes that Josh will make a move on you if he sees you with him. You have no idea what’s gotten into you, but something about the plan feels right in the moment. Maybe it's the thrill of doing something so out of character, or perhaps it’s the trust you feel with Lando sitting beside you.

“Okay, I’m in,” you agree, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves.

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The next day at school, you open your locker to find a note from Lando. “Meet me by the bleachers and we can make some rules ;)” it reads. You smile to yourself, feeling a flutter of excitement, and let Chris know not to wait up for you after class.

“Lando?” you call out as you approach the bleachers, catching his attention. To your surprise, he hugs you before you both take a seat. You pull out your binder and a piece of paper with a “contract” of sorts.

“I knew you would come prepared, y/n,” he jokes, laughing. You laugh as well, the tension easing between you. You both read over the makeshift contract, discussing the terms. He stops at one of the clauses, raising an eyebrow. 

“You want me to put my hand in your back pocket?” he asks, genuinely curious.

“It’s from Sixteen Candles, the opening image. It’s a couple thing,” you explain, shocked he didn’t recognise the reference. You add “watch Sixteen Candles” to the contract. “I can’t have you humiliating me, plus it’s a classic. Oh, and more importantly, we also cannot let anyone know this is a fake relationship.”

“Duh, first rule of Fight Club,” he says nonchalantly.

“What?”

“Are you serious? Okay, we’ll have to watch Fight Club together, and then we watch that candle movie of yours.”

You smile, saying, “Agreed.” You both go over the rest of the terms in the ‘contract’. Lando stops you before you sign, noticing a clause that surprises him. It says, “No kissing.”

“How is anyone going to believe you are my girlfriend if I can't kiss you?” he asks, a hint of confusion in his voice.

“You may be a casanova, but I’ve never had a boyfriend before… I don’t want all my firsts to be fake. If I’m going to make out with someone, I want it to be real,” you sigh.

“You kissed me first.”

“Well, if we are counting, you technically kissed me first… in grade 7. Sorry, but this is non-negotiable,” you say, making Lando giggle. You end up writing “NO KISSING” at the top of the contract. “Can I add one thing before we sign? How about I write you notes every day?” he suggests. You feel touched by the idea. “Really, you would do that?”

“Sure. Gen was always getting on me to write her notes and I never did, so if I start sending them to you, it will definitely piss her off.”

“How romantic!” you say sarcastically.

Raising the stakes, Lando then says, “And you will come to all the parties and my lacrosse games.” You further raise the stakes, “Then you have to drive me and my sister to school.”

“Fine. But you have to come on the ski trip.”

You start thinking to yourself…the Adler High ski trip was infamous for being the location where more students lost their virginity than senior week and prom combined. You have never been. Obviously.

Snapping out of your thoughts, you say, “That’s like three months away. Do you really think we’ll still be doing this then?”

“Let’s call it a contingency. No one would ever let their boyfriend go on the ski trip without them—so if we’re still doing this when the trip happens, you’re coming,” he says confidently.

You are almost certain that by the time the ski trip comes around, Lando and you will be ancient history. That is the only reason you say, 

“Deal.”

You both sign the piece of paper, sealing your agreement with a firm handshake and a hint of excitement for what’s to come.

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Saw this post from @thatbuddie and cried writing this. Happy Father's Day to all who celebrate and all who struggle through it. Love y'all 🩷

He doesn't know why he's torturing himself. It's not really torture, but the ache in his heart is. He can't help the smile on his face even through the tears as he looks through the box. Seeing how much Chris' artwork has changed over the years is more than enough to have him in a blubbering heap in the floor of his closet. Seeing it while knowing he won't witness how it'll change for who knows how long is almost enough to completely shatter him. Handmade cards, origami swans Shannon taught him to make, origami frogs Buck showed him, and the heart Eddie insisted on keeping rather than tossing out all sit neatly tucked in the box at the top of the closet. His reasons for keeping the heart are too difficult to explain. It's one of his favorites. He stacks each piece carefully beside him, wiping his tears on the sleeve of his hoodie so he doesn't damage the pages. He's not outright sobbing. He'll take it as a win. Chris still isn't speaking to him, but Ramon sends lots of pictures and updates every day. He says Chris is adjusting okay, but not his usual bright self. Eddie knows the feeling. He opens the card from last father's day and can't help but outright giggle. Chris' handwriting is just like Buck's. Small and slanted and barely legible unless you're used to the style. He doesn't know why it's so hilarious. Maybe he's losing his mind. He collects himself with a deep breath and sets the card aside before reaching into the box and taking the next piece from the pile. This one does break him. He remembers standing on the sidewalk as the bus drove away, surrounded by parents who seemed more than happy to have two weeks without a kid to take care of. Eddie couldn't understand how they were so ecstatic to watch their kids leave. He feels the same way now as he did that day. Glad he let Chris go, but more than a little empty without half of his heart. He feels a tug in his chest, like the string that connects them wants to snap. He resists the urge to hold on tighter, just like that morning all those years ago. He blinks through the tears at the writing in the card. Chris' assurance that Eddie would be fine is the thing that has him choking out a sob, dropping the card to his lap as he covers his face with his hands. "Hey, hey, Eds, it's okay." Eddie hiccups a sob and slumps against Buck's chest. He doesn't know when he showed up. He didn't hear the door, or Buck's usual cheerful greeting. He's just glad he's here. There was a time when he'd try to collect himself. Scoop the broken pieces into some semblance of a person and pretend he's fine. But he's not. And he knows Buck's not either. Eddie twists and wraps his arms around Buck's neck, his shoulders shaking with each sob. Buck rubs soothing circles on his back, whispering reassurances to him Eddie barely registers. "I'm sorry," Eddie whimpers, holding tighter. "Hey, it's okay," Buck says softly, his own voice wavering. "I miss him too. I know."

Eddie doesn't know how long they stay curled around each other, holding each other together as the tears fall away. It reminds Eddie of the day Chris left. How he had turned to Buck and broke. They sat on the floor by the couch for over an hour, simply holding each other, clinging to the one and only lifeline they both had left. Eddie sniffles and takes a deep breath after God knows how long, finally collecting himself enough to lean back. He wipes his sleeves across his face and takes another shaky breath. "No word from him?" Buck asks. Eddie shakes his head. "You?" Buck shakes his head. "Doesn't mean he doesn't love you, Eddie." Eddie knows that, he does. But some days, his mind doesn't let him believe it. That was how he ended up in the closet floor, sifting through the evidence. "You still up for lunch with Bobby?" Buck asks after a few minutes. "If you're not, we can plan it another day. He'd understand." "I still want to go," Eddie says with a genuine smile. Just because he's having a shitty day doesn't mean Buck and Bobby have to as well. Buck stands and offers a hand to pull Eddie to his feet. Eddie stands with a groan and winces as his knees crackle. Buck giggles and opens his mouth to speak. "Don't you say a word, Buckley," Eddie warns, pointing a finger at him. Buck smirks and raises his free hand in surrender. "Wasn't going to say anything. I was just going to find your cane." "You're older than me!" Eddie squawks, lightly bapping his chest. "Your knees say otherwise," Buck grins. He tugs on their still joined hands. "Come on. Cap's waiting on us." He practically drags Eddie to the door. Eddie smiles, already feeling a little lighter. Buck's always been able to do that. Always been able to drag him from the depths of his mind so simply. Both their phones chime as they step out into the afternoon sun. Eddie takes his from his pocket as Buck does the same. Eddie's heart stitches a piece of itself back together at the notification. A message to the Buckley-Diaz (Chris picked the name) group chat: Superman: Happy Father's Day guys Love you The tears that fall from Eddie's eyes this time are filled with joy and love. He beams at Buck, who's wearing his Christopher-specific grin. Eddie pulls him into a hug and they dissolve into laughter laced with relief. Eddie knows they still have a lot of work to do. Frank even suggested having a therapy session with Chris. But this? This is a start. This is what finally lets him believe- "We're gonna be okay," Buck says, cradling the back of Eddie's head. Eddie curls his fists in Buck's shirt, holding tight. "Yeah. We're gonna be okay." He presses his temple to Buck's. "Happy Father's Day, Buck." "Happy Father's Day, Eddie."

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˚꒰♡꒱‧ Hi there! Before you read this, you should know that English is not my first language Hope you enjoy!

Oh lord. He's a sadistic yandere. The type that I hate the most. He's honestly one of the worst yanderes in the game. Why would you even want him as your yandere?

Scaramouche thinks you're stupid. So, so stupid. You really believe this world is beautiful, don't you? You think it's worth it? You believe there are good things to be thankful for? You believe in gods?

That's why you're always smiling, isn't it? That's why you're not scared of him? That's why you're so happy? What a stupid, stupid human.

But he'll show you. He'll show you why you shouldn't trust blindly. Why this world is cruel. Why there's only disgusting things in this world. Why no one answers your prayers.

Oh, does it hurt? Did he broke your wrist? Are you crying? Does the little baby want her mommy? Too bad she's stuck with him, right?

How about your legs? Do they hurt badly? How does it feel? How much does it hurt? It must hurt so much, right?

Then why are you smiling through your tears? Why are you trying to reach him? Why are you caressing his face? Why are you telling him it's okay? That you're fine?

Huh? What is this? What is this feeling? Why are his eyes blurring? What's this? Why are his cheeks wet? What's that look on your face? Why does everything hurt so much?

Don't touch him! Don't fucking touch him with your filthy hands! It's your fault. It's all your fucking fault. If you hadn't smiled at him, if you hadn't tried to help him the first time, this wouldn't have happened.

But that's okay. That's okay. He just has to try harder. He just has to push you harder. To hurt you more.

What's wrong now? Why are you quiet? Shouldn't you be smiling? You said it didn't hurt, right? You said you were fine, right? Then why aren't you smiling now?

It's funny. See! You're not smiling anymore. He was right! He won! Now he's the one who can't stop laughing.

But... but if he won, why isn't he happy? Why are his eyes burning? Why are his hands shaking? Why can't he force his body to move?

The smell of blood disgusts him. His fingers dig into your cheeks as he forces your head up. Your once beautiful face is now marred with bruises and scars. Your clothes, soaking with blood, cling to your body like a second skin. He can clearly see the scars, the bruises, the broken bones that stick out of your flesh–everything. He can see everything.

He should be happy, right? Wasn't that what he wanted? He wanted to break you, right? He wanted to destroy your smile, right?

He softly unlocks the chains around your broken wrists, and your body collapses to the ground, as if you're dead.

He kneels down and wraps his arms around your fragile body. He buries his nose in your knotted hair and tries to calm himself down. But his tears just keep falling, and now you no longer wipe them away.

He presses his forehead to yours, his lips trembling. "I'm sorry," he whispers, the words foreign and bitter on his tongue. "I'm so sorry."

What has he done?

@ 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒔 . 𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒, 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡, 𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑠 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑠.

[towriteloveontheirarms]

Hidden behind the gardenias (Alicent Hightower x Reader)

synopsis: On a warm day Alicent and you spend some time shielded away from everyone´s eyes.

warnings: period typical homophobia, fluff and smut, thigh riding, afab reader

word count: 2k

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It was a beautiful summer day, that had driven Alicent and you outside to the gardens. The two you had gotten a blanket and a basket of sweets from the kitchen and snuck into a place of the gardens that hid your forms behind tall bushes and trees. Your head laid comfortably in her lap as you feed each other the pastries and laughed about some gossip or another that you had heard around court. Yet Alicent can't keep her mind from wandering. Just like her gaze it always wanders back to your lips and as the sound of your laugh sounds through your secret hide out, thoughts about the forbidden demand her attention. By the seven she usually would know better than to be tempted into sin so easily, but her heart longs to feel the touch of your lips on hers. Her heart keeps whispering that it would be worth it, so she knows that the only way to truly know is to take the risk, she brings her face closer to yours, looking at your lips. May the seven condemn her.

At the same time your lips part slightly in unspoken curiosity of what she was planning. Eyes searching, in hopes to find even the slightest give away to what led her to those actions in Alicent's face. Your gaze on its own is enough of an encouragement for the youngest Hightower. She looks at your lips for a few seconds, taking in the sight and feeling how her heart beats faster with every second. A light blush tints her pale cheeks and then her lips barely touch yours for only a moment, but it is long enough to get a taste that lingers on both your lips. Alicent pulls away feeling breathless, with a smile that slowly forms in her face, waiting for your reaction, nervous yet expectant.

Instantly your cheeks begin to burn as you lift your head from her lap. Your heart beats uncontrollably, threatening to break free from the excitement and giddiness buzzing through your veins.

"Now how did I deserve that, my lady?" I say in the end with a breathy voice and small smile as my whole body begins to tingle.

Alicent's ears become pinker with the sound of your voice, feeling even more embarrassed for her bold move, she feels the excitement and thrill, feeling her heart beat more and more. Her smile grows as she replies, keeping her gaze on yours, the adrenaline and butterflies in her stomach making her want to do it again, if only for another taste.

"Did you not like it?"

"On the contrary." You begin to play with her fingers, kissing the tip of each one of them. “In fact, I believe this is the most excited I have ever felt in my life after receiving someone's affection."

And there is no truer statement. The thought of being with her was the first time you felt comfortable with the thought of courting. If only you were allowed to actually do so openly.

"Is that truly so?"  she asks softly, a gasp of surprise in the undertone of her voice. The way her eyes lay on your lips caressing her, it seems as if she was trying to read the deepest part of your soul. On her arms a layer of goosebump became visible when she shivered.

"It is." You look at Alicent through your eyelashes.

The longer the two of you stay like this, the more you grow glad for this special spot in the gardens, for hiding you from prying eyes. It simply allowed two young women to express their affections without having to fear repercussions. Alicent can't help but blush deeper at your words, feeling the heat in her cheeks and her chest, she feels as if she is going to pass out. With every second of this encounter, she wants more.

"Will you allow me to taste your lips one more time?" She requests in a raspy voice, her lips now getting close to yours again.

With stopping motions you inch towards each other, until you feel her sweet lips on yours once more. This time for a longer moment. When you part you can´t hold back but whisper the first thought that comes to your mind.

"I wish we could run away together. To the free cities or the land beyond. Just anywhere but here."

Alicent's breath is noticeably taken away by your confession. The thought runs in her mind as well, if there only could be a way to escape from the responsibilities they have and leave these lands for a better and freer one. But reality sets in all too soon, and she responds with great tenderness and affection.

"Unfortunately, our paths and obligations keep us tied to this place, but you have made me dream this dream as well."

"I know. I simply wish I could be free to love you. As long as we are here, we will have to hide. They will never accept us." I sigh deeply.

"You are right, but simply because we cannot change our fate, does not mean I cannot let my skin learn to feel your touch and kisses."  With that she runs a finger lightly down your neck and across your lower jaw.

She would not let the social conventions or the faith ruin this for her. For both of you. This feeling was too good to keep it locked away. A shaky breath flutters from your lungs at the gentleness of the touch. It feels like your heart is about to jump out of your chest.

Speechless you nuzzle your face against hers. Your forehead and nose rest comfortably against Alicent's warm cheek as one of your hands comes up to play with her hair. The other tracing a finger over her facial features. Desperate to feel her skin.

"You have such tender hands..." 

"You must have been made by the gods. For you are simply perfect." I whisper against her lips. This time the kiss is less hesitant, though it is still chaste. “The sweetest sin to have ever tempted me.”

"Sweetest sin?  Have I corrupted you then?" Alicent chuckles.

"I believe you have. Now you better come and save me from the threat of the seven hells." You tease her back with a smile.

You have never felt this giddy and don't know where to put this energy that tingles all through you.

Your hands cup her cheeks, as you begin to place kisses all over her face.

Alicent´s hands wander to your waist to keep you steady, wishing to keep you close as she feels the warmth of your hands on her face, but in the end the two of you topple over. Falling side by side into the soft grass, giggling.

"I would do anything to save you from that fate." She says softly, her hands now going from your waist to your hips.

It becomes physically impossible to keep your lips away from hers any longer, though this time you don't go to kiss her immediately. Instead, you let the tip of your tongue flick out experimentally and a bit ungainly to tease her lower lip. The sugary taste from earlier treats still lingers on the rosy skin.

Instantly Alicent´s lips part and her tongue coyly meet yours, the feelings she is experiencing now, her entire body trembles at the action and she can't help but giggle softly, the touch, the action, everything feels so good. The young woman´s hands run over the fabric of the dress, from your hips to your back, where the rub small circles as they pull you closer to her, even though there was barely any air left between the two of you already.

Her eyes look at you full of desire and joy, suddenly heating up the last bit of air that has been left. Tasting it, the two of you explore each other's mouths in a deep, mutually clumsy kiss. The both of you lay on your sides, taking in the divine sight that is the other’s relaxed face.

“I would follow you anywhere.” It's a promise that you would mean until the last breath left your body.

“Anywhere?” Is the almost unbelieving answer you get.

"No matter where you want me to be, I'll be there. Your presence could make even the deepest hell seem like the highest of heavens.”

Suddenly the air around you grows even thicker. You are so close to each other and Alicent smells even sweeter than the flowers around you. So, you can´t resist but to hold her tighter to your body and slipping one of your legs between hers. The moment of possessiveness behind it is welcome, though it also fires the change in mood between you.

“Then I wish for you to never leave my side.” Alicent's breath fans over your neck.

“As if I could ever resist you…” you murmur back.

You are locked into each other's gazes so much that you only realize that you were moving closer, when you meet in another kiss. Lips locking, hands growing more frantic with every moment, both of your bodies demanding more yet never getting enough.

Your breathing grows heavier the longer you go on and soft whines can be heard from Alicent. So wrapped up in the moment, neither of you realize at first, that you had begun to move your cores against the other's thigh. Little shocks of delicate pleasure running up your spines and etching into your faces from the stimulation of your sensitive pearls. When you do, your hands hold onto Alicent's hips, guiding her every move, while the brunette's lips graze your jawline and neck.

“Is this alright?” You whisper into her ear as one of your hands sneaks up to cup one of her breasts over the dress.

Alicent's mouth opens ever so slightly at the new sensation.

“Yes, please keep going.” She hums with the hints of oncoming ecstasy coloring the tone of her voice.

The fluttering sensation of an impending release begins to settle in the pit of your stomach, tickling and tingling all over your skin and quickly forming a tight knot. Alicent´s actions make it wound tighter fast, however. Her body nestles against the curves of yours perfectly, like you were truly made for each other. Her hands cup your breasts exemplary, bringing divine pleasure by pinching and rolling the sensitive mounds between her gentle fingers, receiving the same treatment back from yours. The two if you pause for a moment when your hand comes to lay under the brunette’s chin making her look you in the eyes with those beautiful brown ones of hers.

Then when you move in for yet another brush of the lips, you move against each other with seemingly renewed vigour. Your companion is simply too irresistible with her kiss swollen lips and that utterly taken gaze in her wide eyes.

“You are so perfect.” You mutter against Alicent's lips.

“So are you.” She answers in the same way.

“I can't hold on any longer.” You warn her, promptly beginning to shake all over from the gentle force of your love making.

Your legs are trembling and you let out a garbled moan as you find your release, pussy clenching and spasming around nothing. Alicent follows you almost immediately, succumbing to the pleasure as she helps you ride out your high.

Her fingers run up your back, burying themselves between the strands of your hair to rest at and massage your scalp. If she would get her choice in life, the two of you would stay there forever. Intertwined with each other in your special spot in the garden.

“Promise me that you will never leave my side. I could not stand to be away from you.” Alicent whimpers with her hips snapping up instinctively in the aftermath of your time together.

“I swear to you, my lady Hightower. I have never once thought about leaving your side, but after the moment we have shared I pray for the gods to strike me down should the thought even so much as cross my mind.” You smile at her, brightly and happily to mirror the overwhelming feeling inside her at the plea. With you she would never have to wish for anything.

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.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: I've been in a Silver mood lately. And I also haven't had much sleep due to work so I wrote this hehe <3

"Nooo, stay with me," Silver's voice broke the afternoon silence, a soft whine edging his words. It was a spoiled request, one you couldn't deny even if you wanted to.

He looked so cute like this, his sleepy eyes pleading, a vulnerability that tugged at your heartstrings. The soft tone of his voice, tinged with the hoarseness brought on by sleep, coupled with his lazy smile, captivated your attention.

Before you knew it, you were back in his arms, where he believed you belonged. His hold on you was gentle yet possessive, his embrace a cocoon of warmth. The slow pace of the afternoon, the serene rays of the sun filtering through the window, made you feel drowsy as well. Silver's curls tickled against your neck, his arms tightening around you, pulling you impossibly nearer.

And even then, he tried to pull you closer. Almost as if he wanted to be one with you, one being with one heartbeat and mind, and feelings and thoughts and everything that he could share with you.

"Wanna see another dream?" He asked, one eye half-open, his gaze piercing through the haze of sleep. His words held a promise, a temptation to dive back into the strange and whimsical worlds he often led you to in dreams.

Lately, Silver had been guiding you through the dreams of others, an odd habit that had become your shared secret. Some were funny, though others, like Lilia's dream, were less pleasant. The memory of being turned into unwilling taste testers for the fae's horrendous cooking still made you shudder. The nightmare of choking down concoctions that defied culinary logic was something you'd rather not revisit.

You could still taste the salt and pepper and sugar on your tongue and it wasn't any good. Far from that, it was horrible. Horrendous, such a crime for culinary that you just know Gordon Ramsay would kill Lilia with his bare hands if he could.

A soft breeze, another soft kiss on left on your cheek, you tried to break free. "I had to go, honey. But it won't take long, I promise!"

He looked at you. His fingers traced lazy patterns on your back, his touch both soothing and dangerous, callous fingers tickling your sides very slowly. "Stay," Silver whispered again, his voice more insistent, more demanding.

You rolled your eyes at that. He was always like this, so adamant of your time and affection, so straightforward about what he wanted. And each and every time you found a way to compromise with him, knowing full well about the extent of his feelings.

There was something in his gaze, a depth of emotion that made your heart race. His eyes, usually so gentle, held a dark intensity for a long second. "You can't go," He confessed, his voice a hushed murmur. "You're mine. Only mine."

But here, in Silver's arms, the world seemed distant. His gentle breathing, the warmth of his body, and the protective way he held you made you feel safe. Amused, you thought how he extended his sleepiness to you - if that was even possible.

Might as well be.

His hold tightened, his grip almost desperate. "Don't leave now, I'II be left all alone and cold."

You snorted, feeling a laugh bubbling on your chest as you shake from a second. In this moment, wrapped in his arms, wrapped in the covers, you were his. Completely, utterly his.

"Fine." You give in, already thinking about the consequences. Though you didn't care too much, too comfortable now, too cozy, laid on his chest. "But you're gonna help with my homework later. Deal?"

He hummed, already drifting to the dream world. "Deal."

[smoooothoperator]

What Was I Made For?

03: Look What You Made Me Do

Charles Leclerc x driver!OC (Dafne Morelli)

childhood enemies, forced proximity, accidental pregnancy, enemies to lovers

Warnings: the day after, some misogyny:)

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Something heavy was wrapping my waist. And the duvet is not that heavy.

And it feels warm… So warm… My whole body feels warm.

I groaned, opening my eyes slowly and groaning when the daylight blinded me.

“Fuck…” I groan, feeling an instant headache, probably the hangover from last night.

I looked down at that arm. Those rings… I know those rings. White and blue crystals. And a bracelet.

It can't be.

“What the fuck?!” I scream, turning around and finding him laying next to me. “Get out of my bed!”

“Fuck, Melanie… What the hell…”

Melanie?

I jumped out of bed and immediately noticed I was naked. Just like him.

“No…. No, no, no, no” I mumble, grabbing the first thing I found to cover my body. “Get out of here!”

He groaned, turning around and finally opening his eyes. The shock in his face probably was higher than the hangover, making him fall from the bed to the floor. He was naked. Completely naked. No shirt, no pants. No boxers. Nothing. Bare, completely bare.

“Get out of my fucking room” I said seriously, my blood boiling slowly. 

“You are in my room” he frowned, covering his dick with his hand. “Get out. Where is Melanie?”

“Are you stupid?! This is my room! My things are here, look!”

He frowned, rubbing his eyes with his free hand and looking around. My suitcase was there. My backpack, my makeup bag, my book. 

“Fuck” he whispered.

I clenched my jaw and looked at him. There's no way… There's no way we did it. Why? Why the hell did he come here after what he did last night?

“Get out” I groan. “Did you use a condom at least?”

“I would rather be dead than fuck with you, keep dreaming” he scoffed, grabbing his clothes and getting dressed immediately. “I'm not one of those you can fuck”

“Fucking asshole” I groan. “You know what? You were right! I fucked with Mick! Go on, go tell everyone I did! Oh no, wait. You already did last night”

“See? You don't deserve the seat” he scoffed. “You do exactly what people thought women would do to get in this sport. Fuck your way into a seat. You are a…”

I frown looking at him and then at the shoe that was on the floor next to me. I clenched my jaw and grabbed it, pointing at him with it, threatening him.

“Come on, say it if you dare to. I am a what?” I scoffed. “Get out of here before I call the security of the hotel. Get the fuck out of here before I kill you!”

“You won’t do that” he laughed, collecting his clothes. “You are too soft, you even apologize when you take someone off track. See? You shouldn’t be he-”

The heel of my hand flew to the other side of the bed, hitting him right on the chest. He looked at me with a mix of surprise and anger, rubbing the spot where the heel hit him.

“The next one goes to your eye, you hear me?” I groaned, grabbing the other heel. 

“You are crazy!” he groaned, grabbing all his clothes and running out of the room before I did what I promised.

“You don’t know a shit about me” I groaned right when he slammed the door.

When he closed the door I was still standing in the middle of the room, feeling shivers all over my body, making me run to the bathroom and throw up.

I feel gross, so gross. I barely remember what happened last night, only that he humiliated me in front of all the people that attended the party, then someone dragged me out of the club and brought me to my room. Then hard knocks… And his lips pressed on mine.

Why didn't I stop him? What the hell is wrong with me? Why did I let him do whatever he wanted?

“You are better than this” I said, looking at myself through the mirror, pointing at the reflection. “This is just a bump in the way, a small obstacle to avoid. He won’t get on your nerves, you are better than him. Yesterday you showed it. It is time to show him who you are”

I took a deep breath and smiled at the reflection, nodding. I am better than him.

I grabbed clean clothes and headed to the shower, taking a long time to get ready and relax, washing my body over and over again, needing to erase every mark of his fingerprints on my skin, needing to erase every bit of him.

He will regret every word or thing he did to me. Not only what he said yesterday. I’ll make him regret everything he did to me.

Driving out of the hotel was as tedious as I thought it was going to be. Maybe even more.

My family probably left to go home early this morning, so I was now on my own, with sunglasses to hide the dark circles under my eyes, music to entertain me, and a long way to my home.My phone was burning with messages and notifications, but since my manager was the one that took care of my social media, I just ignored it.

Until I received a call. 

Fred.

Fuck.

“Hey, Fred… Everything okay?” I sighed, answering the call.

“Is it possible for you to come to the factory? It's important”

“Eh… Sure, I guess?” I frown.

“Good. It's urgent, so make sure to arrive as soon as possible”

“Alright” I sighed as he ended the call.

Urgent? What can be urgent to not wait some days to let us rest after the race? They normally let us have a free day before doing meetings and interviews.

Now the joy of winning a race is slowly slipping through my fingers, afraid of receiving a warning because I didn't work as a team. 

But why would they give me a warning? I did everything they asked for, I obeyed and listened to my engineer. I was respectful with them and even with the cars around me, trying to make a perfect race without mistakes. 

Before I knew it I was already driving through the Marinello streets, watching their people waving at me and walking towards my car as I approached the entry of the factory.

There was no one there, not as always. And somehow, that surprised me. They knew our cars, they were always waiting for one of us. But the entry was empty.

I parked my car and frowned when Charles' car wasn't there, and somehow that turned on the alarm in my brain.

They are not happy because I won? That's it?

“Hey, Fred” I smile nervously, closing the door of his office behind me. “So… I'm here. What was that important thing you wanted to talk about?”

“I heard that yesterday, during the party, things happened” he said. “That Charles started it”

“Oh… Yeah, that” I sighed, sitting on the chair after he pointed at it with his hand. “It's okay, I want to forget it. He was clearly drunk”

“We are aware of that” he nodded. “You’ll see… We are aware that being a woman in this sport is hard, that the way here wasn't as smooth as a man can have. And we are so proud to have you in the team…”

“But?” I sighed. “There's a but there, right?”

“But…” he nodded, smiling weakly. “Well, I want to know that whatever he said is not true”

“What?” I frowned. Is he really asking that? 

“It's for your own good” he said quickly, raising his hands. “We want the best for the team, and we want to have a good image of our drivers…”

“You want me to tell you that I didn't get my success because I sucked someone's dick” I scoffed. “Right. Well, let me ask you something? You've got this position because you bribed the owner?”

“That's out of context” he frowned.

“No it's not. It's exactly the same” I frowned, standing up. “I succeeded because I never gave up, no matter how many people thought the same as you about me. I gave nothing but blood, sweat and tears for this dream. None of you have an idea of what it is to be a woman in this sport. So please, don't you ever assume I sucked someone's dick to have a seat because it's never and will never be true”

I saw his jaw clenching a few times, looking at me with serious eyes. My breathing was heavy, somehow altered with all the anger I have been feeling for the last hours. 

“I'll make Charles apologize in public” he said. 

“And one last thing” I said, swallowing thickly. “Never make me record things or be in the same room as him to act like friends. What happened last night was enough to test my limits, and he clearly didn't respect them at all. He never did, anyway. Don't make me be friendly with him ever again”

“Sure” he nodded. “He will be punished for his behavior”

“Thank you” I sighed, taking a deep breath and walking out of the office.

What the fuck is wrong with this world?

Going home was a thing I wanted more than anything. I wanted to lay on my couch, watch my favorite series and cuddle my cat.

“Hey Athena” I smiled, looking at the blue eyed Ragdoll that came towards me, purring and rubbing her head against my legs.

I left my suitcase and bags in my room, throwing myself into my bead and groaning. My cat came, purring and rubbing her head against my cheek, laying next to my head.

“Oh, Thena…” I sighed, kissing her little head. “Men are so stupid… We don't need them, right? They think they can be better than us, stronger than us… But a world only dominated by men would end like something similar to the Wall-E movie. Or even in another war. Uhg… Stupid men”

Athena blinked slowly, purring loudly and licking my cheek softly, making me smile and sigh. 

Life is better when you have a cat. Fuck men.

I sigh and sit on the bed, picking up the white and brown cat in my arms, smiling when she climbed up to my shoulder to sit there. I smiled, rubbing her head softly, and walking towards the kitchen.

“Oh, Nina came to feed you, hm?” I smiled softly. “You were a good girl so she gave you wet food, huh?”

I smile, feeling ber head bumping against mine as I talked with her softly.

My home is my safe space. I can be myself, free of hate and the competition. Free of people that want more and more of me. Here I'm only Dafne, nothing else.

“See? Even fictional characters are idiots sometimes” I sighed, looking at the TV and pointing at Sebastian Stan while rubbing Athena's head. “Look at him, he acts nice at the start and then he ends being in the mafia”

Athena looked up at me, purring and somehow killing me with her eyes.

“Right, we love Sebastian Stan” I nodded, chuckling when I heard my cat's soft meow. 

When the movie ended I sighed, grabbing the plate of my lunch and putting it in the dishwasher. 

I should plan things for this week, choosing outfits for the interviews and events, reserve hotel rooms near the events. I have to do so many things…

The ringtone of my phone made me flinch, sighing softly when I saw Fred's name on the screen.

“Hey” I sighed. “L-look, what I said earlier..”

“Charles refuses to apologize” he interrupted me. 

“As I imagined” I scoffed. “And that punishment? He won't race in the next race? Will you fire him?”

“We will put the updates on your car on the next race” he said. “And we'll prioritize you over him”

“What?” I frown. “Are you for real? Only that?”

“There's anything else we can do, Dafne…” he sighed.

“There is! Is not fair, Fred! He questioned my whole career!” I exclaimed, madly. 

“And we will have a heavy talk with him about this” be frowned. “Is the middle of the season, I can't fire him”

“Right” I scoffed. “Well, I guess this is something that needs a lawyer”

“Dafne, don't do anything stupid” he said. 

“Stupid? Stupid is what you call a punishment! He refuses to apologize? No worries! I'm sure a demand will make him change his mind” I scoffed.

“L-look… If you want I can give you a free week… so you can calm down and disconnect-”

“Calm down?! Oh, believe me, Vasseur. I'm really calm right now” I frown. “I thought that we were on a year where the equality was something real, but I guess that's only for the publicity and to have more followers, right?”

“You are taking this too far, Dafne…” he sighed.

“No I'm not” I said. “You talk about women in this sport but none of you respect us! What do I have to do to gain everyone's respect? Put a warning too? Because it seems that winning a race is not enough”

“No” he sighed. “No, I'm sorry, okay? I'll make everything to make sure he understands that what he said is wrong”

“Don't worry. I'll do that my way” I said. “I think it's about damn time for him to know that I'm not one of those girls he can play with”

“Just…” he sighed, taking some deep breaths before talking again. “Don't fight. Not physically, not verbally. Things are already messy”

“Sure” I sighed, ending the call and clenching my jaw.

Athena walked towards me, jumping on top of the table and looking at me with her big blue eyes. Of course she knows something is wrong.

“It's time to show him what he have done, Thena” I said, rubbing her head. “He said I am a bitch? Then I'll be a bitch. A really bad one”

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Chi-Ka by Tabber and DEAN + Mark Lee

chi-ka — mark lee

mark lee x reader — heavy angst, mentions of breakup, 0.9k words. taglist form.

a/n : omg i see a fellow dean listener !! sorry for the delay, i hope you enjoy this 💗

The gentle turn of the doorknob of your shared apartment with Mark permeated across the room. You immediately saw his back at the kitchen counter, preparing dinner.

“You’re late.” He turned his head to face you, greeting you with his rather exasperated face.

Your love for him is like a thorny rose in a field of tulips. You are willing to pick it although you know you’re going to bleed. Show me your thorns and I’ll show you my hands are ready to bleed—love can hurt and heal—and you are ready to experience all of it.

“Hi, baby. Uhm, something came up and I had to work overtime—”

“God, can you make a better excuse? I feel like I’m talking to a broken record.” Mark faced the kitchen counter again, seemingly uninterested in what you would say anymore. His words felt like a dagger stabbing into your chest, and with every word, the pain in your heart twisted even deeper.

You sighed heavily. “Alright, I’ll go upstairs for a while.”

There was no use in talking to him any longer. You were tired and you just wanted to lie down and shut out the world. Every day spent with him is exhausting in a sense. Fight, make up, fight, make up. It’s draining—soul-crushing, even. The hope that everything is going to go back to the way it used to be is slowly dissipating in your heart, much more in the spark of his eyes.

“You’re not gonna even defend yourself?” His words had a hint of mockery and frustration, making your blood boil.

You felt it up your spine. Everything feels useless, and everyone is just as annoying—no one is listening to you and no one’s gonna believe you, or so you thought. Anger is a dormant feeling and you’re worried it might explode later on. You worry that love can turn into violence. Love can turn into violence. You fear it might happen now.

“Because you’re not gonna listen. Every time I say something, you either appear uninterested or think I’m lying. Seriously? What am I even to you? Your emotional punching bag? I’m tired, Mark. This is not going to work.” You rushed upstairs with tears brimming in your eyes. You’re scared. You’re scared of the ever-so-warm love you have for him. You’re worried that it’s slowly ruining you, and you know that you’re going to let it destroy you. To love is to heal, and to love is to destroy.

You barely made it to the bedroom before the sobs overtook you.

The door clicked shut behind you, muffling the sounds of the world outside, but not the chaos within.

You sat on the edge of the bed, head in your hands, trying to steady your breath. This was not how you imagined your life with Mark would be. You thought of every single thing that might happen between the two of you, and this was not included in your racing thoughts. You thought it was going to sail smoothly and ever so lovely—with dreams of building a future with him—but it just turned into a daily struggle, each day slowly draining your already exhausted soul.

After a few moments, you heard footsteps outside the door. The knob turned slowly, and he walked in, his expression a mix of anger and regret. He stopped a few steps into the room, seeming to reconsider what he wanted to say.

“Look,” he began, his voice softer but still strained, “I didn't mean to snap at you. It's just... I'm frustrated too. We barely see each other anymore, and when we do, it's like this.”

You looked up at him, your eyes red and swollen. “But attacking me every time I come home isn't helping. I can't keep living like this, constantly feeling like I'm walking on eggshells.”

Mark shifted uncomfortably, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know what to do anymore. I miss you. I miss us. But every time I try to talk, we just end up fighting.”

“Maybe we’ve forgotten how to talk to each other,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. “Maybe we’ve forgotten how to love each other without hurting.”

You stood up, each step away from him feeling like a piece of your heart was being left behind. 

With that, you walked out, the door closing softly behind you, leaving behind a part of your life that had defined you for so long.

You stepped into the night, feeling the cool air on your face, a mix of melancholy and sorrow washing over you.

“I love you, but this is going to wreck me.” you sigh as you whisper your last message in the tranquility of the night.

—

It’s been a year, yet he still finds you everywhere. He tasted you in the pancakes he made earlier for breakfast. The butter sliding all over it reminds him of the times he brought you to the most beautiful flower garden you’d ever seen. You ran with him all throughout the flowery scene until you had no energy left. The sun brimming through the window reminded him of you, the moments when you would greet him with a kiss first thing in the morning. Last night, he listened to your favorite song—every melody is like a glass shard piercing his heart. He regrets everything he said. He should’ve known better. He should’ve known how hard you struggled at work and with him. Your image is sewn into his mind in everything he sees. Did you think your absence could make him forget you? He cannot understand his life that has no you in it.

He grabs his phone and finds your number.

“I miss you.”

[dira333]

Loving you all week - Asahi x Reader

Plotbunny Entry by @screamin-abt-haikyuu - prompts in cursive -

Haikyu tag @lees-chaotic-brain

Sunday mornings

"Stop being so pretty, it hurts," you whine, shielding your eyes from his sight as if he were the sun.

When you squint through your hands, you can see him blush furiously, failing at hiding a flustered smile. "You're just saying that," he whispers, unable to get out more when you rush to clamp your arms around him like you're an octopus and he's your prey.

"No, not ever, never, I'm meaning what I'm saying, you hear me!" You tell him with vigor, pressing tiny fluttering kisses wherever you can reach, which consists mainly of his neck and shoulders.

He's laughing now, ticklish that he is.

"It's too early in the morning for this," he claims, swaying you left to right, "my hair's a mess and I stink."

"The heart wants what the heart wants," you tell him sincerely, fluttering your eyelashes up at him. "Kisses?"

-

Friday nights

"He's going to break up with me, I know it," you claim, sucking loudly on your straw.

Your friend sighs in exasperation. "No, he won't."

"He will."

"He won't."

"You don't know that."

“The guy looks at you like you hold the galaxy in the palm of your hand and you think he doesn’t love you?”

"He told me half an hour ago!" You tell her, putting your empty drink down with more force than necessary and turning to speak to the accused directly. "Tell her, Asahi!"

Asahi sighs. "All I asked is for you not to cuddle me while I'm in the toilet."

"See?" You turn back to your friend. "He hates me."

"Ooookay," your friend pulls a face, "No more drinks for you!"

-

Thursday Dinners

"You want me to shout from the rooftops? Because damn it, I will."

"I don't think the people would appreciate it," Asahi points out softly, one large hand swallowing yours as you pull him down the sidewalk. "But I appreciate the gesture."

"But! But!" You gesture wildly with your free hand. "Everyone should know!"

You turn just in time to see him blush.

"What?" You stop abruptly, both your tirade and you're quick pace. "What is it, honey?"

The red on his cheeks intensifies. He's a sucker for pet names, you've realized early on.

"I'm just... I... It means a lot to me that you're so proud of our relationship."

"Of course, I'm proud of our relationship!" You step closer, move to cradle his cheek in your free hand. "I still can't believe I managed to rizz you up."

He laughs now, cheeks still flushed. "You sound like Sugawara. And I- I mean, I should-"

"Nuhuh," you cut him off, already guessing where this is going to go. "You're the catch here, not me. I bagged the rich Fashion Designer Husband."

"Not rich," he points out and you shrug. "I don't care about money anyway. But seriously, forget that nasty woman. You don't look that old. And even if, I'd love for you to be my Sugar Daddy."

"Don't say it like that," he groans, pulling you close. "That makes me sound so lewd."

"Worse than her calling you my literal Dad?" You joke, your earlier anger almost forgotten.

Asahi tickles you in retaliation.

-

Tuesday Lunches

“Please stop before I fall in love with you!” You tell the handsome stranger, who is not only handsome but downright pure-hearted.

It's meant as a joke, mainly because he's already good-looking but now also cuddling a terrifyingly cute puppy and the sight of them together is doing bad things to your heart. Not that you'd have a chance with Mr. Gorgeous, no matter how many times you've seen him in the park this last month (You hope he doesn't know he's the reason you're here so often).

Bright red flushes his face as he looks up at you and to your surprise, he's stammering.

"I- no, I mean you- You can't. I-"

"Relax," you tell him with a smile, "I totally get that you're taken." Even though it hurts to think about it, you add in your thoughts.

"NO!" He exclaims urgently, scaring the Puppy and immediately muttering soft nothings to calm it.

"No," he adds a little quieter, though with no less urgency, "I'm not- I'm single, really! I-"

"Yes?" You lower yourself until you're on par with him, stretch out your hand to let the Puppy sniff it. "You're single and?"

But he doesn't continue, rather turning an impressive shade of red, darker than before.

Something like hope lurches in your throat, making you act on impulse rather than rational thinking. You're surely going to regret this.

"I was on my way out for Lunch. Do you wanna come with?"

He nods enthusiastically, seemingly unable to speak. His puppy yaps in his place, eagerly agreeing.

As it turns out, his name is Asahi Azumane, Fashion Designer, proud Uncle of said Puppy.

"I asked to walk it today," he admits on your way back from Lunch, "because Suga, my friend, he... he said no one can resist Puppy Dog Eyes."

"Well, he's right of course," you say, thinking of Asahi's own set of Puppy Dog Eyes.

"I was... uh... I was really hoping you'd walk by today too." He adds shyly, his hand moving to grab yours.

My Kofi

[acidinduceddaydreams]

Speak Now ｡𖦹°‧

Bang Chan x reader

Synopsis: in which he's waiting for you to speak now, and you're willing to forever hold your peace.

Warnings: angst, lots of it.

a/n: this piece is loosely based off of speak now by taylor swift as well as the scene between blair and chuck at blair and louis' wedding in gossip girl. Also if you dont have a sister, pretend you do for the sake of the first part of this fic.

Not proofread, sorry for errors!

You still sucking on your third sour patch kid of the morning are surprised yet annoyed at the knock on your apartment door, not wanting anyone to see you in the isolated, dragged down state you were currently in. Your ex was getting married today. You were invited but opted out of going.“Ugh, I’m coming.” "Well hurry!" said a thick, deep Australian accent. "Yeah, hurry!" you heard your sisters voice.

“What the hell?” What are you two doing here. Felix don’t you have somewhere obvious to be? “I do, but so do you” Seeing the visible confusion on your face your sister decides to step in. “Look, Y/n I know you won’t want to do this and you have every right to feel that way but you need to talk to Chris.” Felix nods looking at your puzzled expression. “She’s right. We all know that you’re the one Chris is meant to end up with. This other girl is great and all but you’re his genuine soulmate. Don’t lose what you guys had.” “Are you guys crazy? I’m not doing that. I don’t even have any idea what to say.” “We broke up two years ago. That chapter is done in both our lives.” Your sister stops your ranting by looking in your eyes and it made you believe what they were saying was true. Sighing somewhat alarmingly Y/n said, “where is he?”

Y/n had been waiting for what felt like an eternity, pacing back and forth in the dimly lit hallway. Her heart thumped against her ribcage, each beat seeming to echo through the empty space. She glanced at the door leading into the dressing room, her eyes narrowing as she stared at the key that dangled in her hand given to her by Felix. Minho had already gotten everyone out of the room much to Chan’s dismay. It was to “leave Chan alone with his thoughts.” though Chan didn’t buy it. With one final deep breath, Y/n reached out and twisted the key, the click of the lock turning sending a shiver down her spine. She pushed the door open slowly, revealing Chan standing in front of a full length mirror fixing his tie. His back was to her, his attention fixed on the tie he was carefully adjusting. The air in the room was thick with anticipation and the faint scent of his cologne. Y/n took a tentative step forward, her heart hammering against her ribcage. "Chan?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own racing pulse.

He spun around, startled, his eyes widening when he saw her standing there. "Y/n?" he breathed, looking her up and down. "What are you doing here?"

She took another step forward, her eyes filling with tears. "I came to ask you not to go through with this," she said, her voice breaking. "I came to tell you that I love you and I can't bear the thought of losing you, not again."

Chan looked torn, his expression pained. "Y/n, I don't know what to say," he started, his gaze flickering between her and the door."I know, but…Please, Chris," she pleaded, her hands trembling. "Don't do this. We can work things out. We can be happy together."

He sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. "Y/n," he began, "I care about you too, but I have to think about my future. I have responsibilities."

She took another step closer, her eyes never leaving his. "But our future is together," she insisted. "We can face anything together. Don’t you remember? Those were your words."

Y/n felt a surge of desperation rise within her. "Chris, please," she begged, her voice breaking. "It should be us up there and you know it. Don't give your life to someone else when you and I and everyone else in that room knows you belong with me."

He looked away, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed heavily. "I can't just abandon her like that," he said, his voice strained. "She doesn't deserve that."

Tears streamed down her face as she took one final step forward, reaching out to touch his cheek. "But I do?" she whispered. "Please, Chris?”

The room was filled with a warm, golden glow, the sunlight streaming through the stained-glass windows and casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the aisle. You stood in the back, watching as the crowd of people slowly filled the pews, their faces a blur of anticipation and excitement.Maybe you had known him for so long. Maybe it was because you had always felt like a person Chan just dated because he pitied you. Or maybe it was just because you wanted to see the most handsome man you've ever met and had the privilege of dating, that’s what you tell yourself when the question arises inside of you “why’d you stay?”

The music changed, and the organist began to play the wedding march. The doors at the end of the aisle swung open, and there she was, walking toward him, her face beaming with happiness. When they meet the love in her eyes are evident. His, however, hurts you more because you know that his love, his heart, his soul, his being, was once yours and you let it go and now you are going to be stuck with that truth forever.

The ceremony is passing and every second you feel a piece of your heart being chipped away. You know you deserve this but the pain in your heart just won’t subside. As the preacher starts his next sentence you feel your whole body go cold and numb. "If anyone has any objections to these two being wedded in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace." Your idea to stand at the back of the church and not sit in the pews was to both yours and Chan's detriment. You both have a clear almost humorously mocking view of one another, seeing the hurt on your face breaks Chan and seeing his eyes wonder if you'll object hurts you.

This is wrong. Chris shouldn’t want you to step in and object to him marrying someone he loves, infront of the people he loves. So why does he deep down try to plead with you to do just that?

You can't do it. You can't ruin his and her wedding, you had your chance so why do you feel as though not objecting and ruining this wedding and not giving into your own desire is the worst mistake you'll ever make? You felt a lump form in your throat as you heard the pastor’s words . This wasn't meant to be easy but suddenly it felt like the hardest thing you'd ever have to do.

"You may now kiss the bride!" Amongst all the cheers and applause Chris still wished that it was you up there with him. And you wished for it too.

Chan was meant to happy, his smile was meant to be real. He was meant to forget about you the instant he said I do. Why was he still thinking about you? Goodness! Could you just leave his head for one second? Truth is you never did, not even when you both broke each other's hearts.

As the ceremony came to an end, the guests filed out of the church, congratulating the newlyweds and offering their well-wishes. You lingered at the back of the church outside not wanting to intrude on their special moment. "Hi" you hear someone talking to you but truly nothing was registering anymore. "Oh, hi" "You look like you wanna get out of here. I don't blame you, so do I." "Really, does my face betray me that bad?" you say almost jokingly but both know that you're not joking. “I’m Daniel by the way. It’s very nice to meet you.” “I’m Y/n and likewise.” You said giving him the first genuine smile you’ve given in a while. “So I’ll get the car?” “I don’t think it’s safe to get in a car with some guy I don’t know.” “Well I clearly can’t be worst than the guy who made you cry.” He said hinting at Chan standing behind you. “I’ll bring the car around.” And with that he left.

"Well," Chan said, turning to face you, his expression a mix of regret and pain, "thank you for coming."

You hesitated, searching for the right words to say. After a moment, you took a deep breath and began, "Chan, you shouldn’t be here. I think it’s best I go but I know we could have been good together, I guess you were just always meant to wake up to her every morning, to be giddy as your eyes light up when you call her your wife, not me."

His teary eyes never left your own. Speaking softly. "I'm so sorry, Y/n. For everything." The silence that fell between you two was deafening, but you didn't want to leave just yet. There was still so much you wanted to say, but you knew that this was probably your last chance. You took a step closer to him, your heart racing as you reached out and took his hand.

"I know that we're not meant to be alone together right now or even be talking but I want you to know that," you began, your voice wavering slightly, “you'll always be the one in my heart and I'm sorry for the part I played in the end of us."

His grip on your hand tightened for a moment, and then he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. "Don't be sorry because you," he whispered, "will always be the one I love."

Your face betrayed your words. You were both hurt and you both made decisions that ended up screwing over the both of you. "Well you should be getting to your wife, I have to go now."

"Y/n" you heard your name being called and as you turned around you saw Daniel. "Goodbye Chris." and with that you walked towards the car door that Daniel was opening for you.

As you enter the car you feel the fabric of your almost floor length gown rip and you hear a tear as the door of the car closed because of the caught fabric.

And with the rip of your dress, so too did the sheer cover you were using to keep it all together rip. Tears erupting as though they came from a broken faucet.

He really was the one that got away and now driving in this car with the memories clouding your head, you became his too.

[bbyobbyo]

[12:44]

content: hurt/comfort, fluff, established relationship, body insecurity, dk must be protected

wc: 665

note: idk this is what i get for watching dk make one too many tummy jokes on gose (seungkwan ur on thin ice) im sorry everyone good night

You come home to see your boyfriend in front of the mirror.

“Hey babe,” you shout from the door. “How long have you been home? Did you eat yet?”

“I just got back from the gym with Jihoon and Mingyu and they were giving me all these tips but to be honest, I could barely keep up.”

“I'm pretty sure those two are aliens and do nothing but work out and dance” you laugh from the other room as you put down your stuff. “Maybe you should try working out with Vernon next time.”

What you thought was a lighthearted joke turns into something much more serious when you find your words met with a low hum instead of the beautiful chuckle you expected.

You knew this was a point of insecurity for him, you figured as much when he insists on keeping a shirt on at the pool or on the beach. Or when he shys away from you when changing, despite you having seen him naked many many times already.

But what you didn't realize how deep it cut on the days he couldn't make a joke about it and turn himself into the fool as he often does to lift everyone's mood.

You immediately drop everything you're doing and join your boyfriend in front of the mirror, hands wrapping around his middle as you nuzzle into his side.

“Tell me what's wrong, honey.”

There's a shallow sigh before he's able to speak, and you swallow in anticipation as you stare at him through the reflection of both of you.

He briefly flashes you one of his bright smiles in the mirror, the ones he knows you love so much, but this one doesn't quite reach his eyes.

“I know I don't have rock hard abs like Jihoon or Mingyu, but I'm working on it.”

You can hear your heart breaking in your chest as your boyfriend spills out his confession.

He's so strong, you think. Stronger than anyone you know. The type of man who wears his weaknesses proudly and has no problem taking the fall for others, yet stays optimistic in every breath, uplifting those who need it regardless if his own tank is filled.

“What are you even talking about, baby? I love your tummy.”

“I- I don't know… I just thought— because,”

His gaze lowers to his fingers intertwined and fidgeting as he struggles to find the words. He lightly gnaws on his bottom lip as he shakily continues, “You really liked when I was building my arm muscles and you were complimenting me on getting stronger so I just assumed that you wanted me to—”

He's hushed by your gentle palm cupping his jaw, lifting his eyes to meet yours.

“Oh darling,” your eyes swimming with emotion, “no, I never meant it like that,” you breathe out in an almost whisper.

“Yes, I love that you were getting stronger but that doesn't mean I don't think you're absolutely perfect the way you are.”

You see his pupils widen as he stares back at you, expression unreadable as he seemingly tries to process whether or not to believe your words.

“I can't expect you to stay the same, that would be selfish of me. People change all the time, and hopefully it's for the better. But no matter what you look like I will always, always, love you for you Seokmin. Don't ever assume for a second that my love for you depends on whether or not you look like Mingyu, alright?”

You catch a tear that slips down his cheek with the pad of your thumb. Although his sparkling brown eyes threaten to open the floodgates, his widening smile that replaces his earlier tight-lipped expression assures you that his mind is much clearer than before.

“And for what it's worth, I love kissing your tummy and I will likely be devastated even if it's replaced by a six pack.”

“Alright, I'll tell Jihoon no more ab exercises then.”

[cherry-bomb-00]

The brothers react to an MC who has small spasms when they sleeps deeply

A curious fact about humans is that when we sleep deeply, we get small spasms, which is the brain sending electrical waves to keep the body alive, since we sleep so deeply the brain believes that is sign of death, that's why the waves. So it would be curious how our beloved demons react to MC when they has those little spasms while sleep together.

Big Brothers edition part 1/??

Lucifer

The first time you had those little spasms, it was in the middle of the night, while you were sleeping next to Lucy, he felt something move sporadically, in this case, it was you, the first few times, he ignored it to continue sleeping, but It was already difficult to ignore it, then he woke up and stared at you, after a few minutes, your body moves due to spasms, he became alert, is something wrong with you? you are sick? this is normal? but after a few minutes, Lucifer woke you up. -Huh? Lucy? - You said sleepily - Are you okay? You had some spasms while you were sleeping- Lucy said in a worried and serious tone.

The moment you heard that, you stayed silent for a moment and then laughed a little, to tell him that you're fine and that sometimes happens when a human falls into a deep sleep, and that it doesn't hurt if it's not frequent, after I'll explain everything. , he sighs although he still worries, sometimes it seems sweet to him that this happens, at least this way he knows that you are alive with him.

Mammon

oh…man, as soon as he felt that he twitched he became very alert, panicked, thinking that there was something wrong with you, then he didn't hesitate to wake you up a little abruptly.-Human! are you OK? Answer meeee - says a worried Mammon while shaking you, and you had to calm him down, poor boy, he looked nervous, you told him that you were fine, that it was normal when a human sleeps deeply, obviously you had to explain everything, although the explanation was a bit ..worrying for him, so you hugged him to tell him that you were fine and not to worry- at least it's okay…I don't want to lose you again- he said in a hoarse whisper while they were hugging, you sigh and snuggle, Mammon Keep it close to your chest.

You don't bother him when there are times when you have little spasms as you sleep, that reminds him that you are still with him and that you are still alive, and it is also adorable to see you sleeping so peacefully and calmly, and don't mention what happened the previous night, because if you do that, Mammon will enter his tsundere state and deny everything with a big blush and a small stutter.

Leviathan

It is easier for Levi to detect when you have small spasms while he is sleeping deeply, since you both sleep in a bathtub, you sleep on top of Levi, so when he feels that you move sporadically, he wakes up scared, just like Mammon, he also wakes up. He panics, and wakes you up immediately, he looks at you and checks if you are okay with his expression as if he were going to cry, you quickly comfort him and explain everything to him when he is calm. -ohh…that explains a lot, although it scares me a little, still, it's good to know that it's not because of me or something… because I want to feel your warmth…- Levi finishes saying with a big blush while he looks at you

After that they go back to sleep. It doesn't bother Levi but sometimes he gets scared if that happens, even so, he knows that you can't control it, although that also gives him the reminder that he is not alone and that you are with him.