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#reading back through this one just because and#now that I’ve been converted to an actual Wolverine fan this hit so much harder 🥺#I didn’t notice the little tear the first time 🥺#love them#x-men#wolverine#nightcrawler#kurt wagner#logan howlett
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I have a pretty personal request ❤️ (and I completely understand if you don't feel comfortable writing it.)
But I have been struggling with self-esteem and acceptance of myself since gaining some weight. I know I'm beautiful, but that stupid, nagging voice in the back of my head can be a bitch.
I came up with an idea about reader who's in an established relationship with Joel Miller. They've settled into Jackson, and with the changes that come with that stability, she's noticed the changes in her own body and has to deal with it. I can just imagine how soft and fluffy Joel would be once he's made aware of what she's dealing with.
Or maybe I just really need a Joel of my own to cuddle and tell me I'm beautiful 🥺🥰
Thank you!!
AN | Here you go, I hope you enjoy! Also, a friendly reminder that you're lovely just the way you are 🥰
Pairing | Joel Miller x Fem!Reader
Warnings | Language, Weight Discussion
Word Count | 2k
Masterlist | Joel, Main
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This was the first time you'd looked at yourself in a mirror in a long time. Like properly looked at yourself. You'd been in Jackson for a few months now and were experiencing a stability that you hadn't known in so long. It still felt odd some days, waking up next to Joel in a warm, soft bed without having to worry about anything. But it was slowly becoming your normal life and while it was an adjustment, you were beginning to love it.
Happiness and peace looked good on Joel and Ellie. And you. But, and this was what had been nagging you, lingering in the back of your mind, you'd noticed some physical changes as well as everything else. You'd felt them before you'd fully looked at them - at yourself.
The bathroom boasted a large mirror but you usually didn't spend a while lot of time looking at yourself. You hadn't for years, so why start now?
Well, the simple answer was that now the changes were undeniable.
With a heavy sigh, you closed the bathroom door and glanced at yourself. Your face was a little fuller than you'd remembered, the darkness around your eyes lessened. Your skin looked good and your hair was styled and shiny. These were the changes you liked to see. You noticed the same, more or less, on Joel and Ellie too.
It was the rest you were worried about. You shucked off your sweater and pajamas pants and slowly allowed yourself to look over your body. You didn’t fixate on your body too much; for a long time survival and getting through your day to day was all that was on your mind. But now it felt like you had all the time in the world.
As you looked yourself over, you could see that there had been some physical changes. You looked softer, your tummy and hips fuller than you’d remembered since you were young, your thighs bigger as well. You sighed to yourself and turned on the showers before you could think too much about it. It wasn’t a big deal, you reminded yourself, it wasn’t a big deal.
You heard a knock on the door before it was slowly pushed open and Joel poked his head, “hey sweetheart, got room for one more?”
You panicked for a moment, trying to figure out how you could manage to get out of this one, “umm, I’m almost done actually. I’ll be out in a second and then its all yours.”
“Alright,” he lingered for a moment; you knew that he knew that something was up. Joel wasn’t stupid and he was very perceptive, “sounds good. Everything alright?”
“Of course,” you almost choked on the lie, “everything’s fine.”
Joel made a small sound before gently closing the door. You tried to swallow back your tears but soon enough they were running down your cheeks and mixing in with the stream from the shower.
It was just another change and it would be okay. You’d get there eventually…you hoped.
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“Hey baby,” Joel found you as you were in the kitchen, chopping vegetables for dinner, a small smile on his face. He’d noticed that you’d been acting a little off but didn’t want to push it, he knew that you’d go to him when you were ready to.
“Hi Joel,” you looked up and offered him a smile you hoped mirrored his own, “what’s up?”
“Nothing,” he insisted softly as he came over to you, “just wanted to see my girl.”
You tutted at him softly as he came to stand behind you, wrapping an arm around your middle as he leaned his chin on your shoulder. You froze for a moment, sure that he was going to make some sort of comment about how soft or squishy your body was but he said nothing, instead pressing some kisses to your shoulder. You stopped what you were doing, closing your eyes and leaning into him, “Joel.”
“I love you, you know,” he whispered before you slowly turned around in his arms so you could face him. He reached up and put his hand on your face, slowly brushing his thumb over your cheek.
“I know,” you promised, leaning into his touch and turning your face so you could press a kiss to his palm, “I love you too.”
He watched you for a moment before leaning in to kiss you. You decided not to think too much about, not to worry about anything, and instead leaned into him and kissed him right back. It had been a bit since the two of you had a bit of time alone, and you hadn’t helped anything but pulling away from him whenever it was just the two of you. But you’d missed this and missed him, his touch, his everything.
You relaxed into his touch, letting him kiss you dizzy. Eventually his hands wandered down to your hips and that caused you to freeze up. You put your hands on his forearms and pulled away from him, breaking the kiss. Joel, good man that he was, stopped immediately and let go of you. You shook your head, more at yourself than anything else and blinked back your tears, “sorry, I just…it’s me.”
“It’s alright,” he whispered softly, “you don’t have to apologize. If you want to talk about whatever’s been going on, I’m here. You know that, I ain’t going anywhere. I love you.”
You inhaled deeply before slowly letting it all out and nodded, “thank you.”
“Do you want a hand finishing dinner?”
“Yes,” you appreciated the kind and gentle man that he was, “I’d like that a lot.”
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You walked into the bedroom, finding Joel already in bed and reading. You closed the door and leaned against, looking him over for a moment. He paused after a moment and looked up at you before marking his page and setting it to the side, “penny for your thoughts?”
You nodded slowly before making your way to the bed, sitting cross-legged on top of the covers next to him. There were a few moments of silence as you sat there and picked at a few loose strands on the hem of your sweater. Joel reached out and gave your knee a gentle squeeze. You reached for his hand and weaved your fingers through his, “I don’t want you to hate me.”
“Baby,” a small huff of laughter escaped him but his voice was low and gentle, “I don’t know what you could have done or do that would ever make me hate you. That’s impossible.”
“It’s just…I don’t know,” you shrugged, reassured a little bit that he wouldn’t hate you anyway, “I really like it here in Jackson. I’ve liked it since we’ve been here. But I think I’ve gotten too comfortable.”
“Too comfortable?” he repeated slowly, “ain’t that a good thing?”
“It’s….my body,” you admitted reluctantly, “I look different…I’ve gained weight. I don’t look like I used.”
“Okay,” he brought your hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to your knuckles. You were a bit taken aback by his nonchalant response, “I guess I don’t understand why it’s a big deal. But I want to understand.”
“I…because I look different and I was worried that you wouldn’t want me anymore.”
“That’s the silliest thing I’ve ever heard,” he tugged on your hand in a small attempt to pull you closer, “there’s nothing you could do to make me love you any less. That includes your body changing - happens to everyone. I’ve grown a little softer around the middle since we’ve been there but I haven’t heard you complaining. We’ve all grown comfortable here, but that’s a good thing, it means we’re safe and home and we’re living. Not just alive, but living.”
“I…hadn’t thought about it that way,” you whispered, “I hadn’t really noticed anything different about you.
“See? It didn’t matter to you, why would it matter to me? And even if it wasn’t any of those things, it wouldn’t matter to me. I love you,” you were perched on his lap now, looking at him with soft eyes. His hands settled on your hips and he gave them a gentle squeeze, “besides, ain’t nothing wrong with a little thicker, baby.”
“Joel,” you were laughing now, but a few tears managed to run down your cheeks; but these ones weren’t of sadness. He wiped them away tenderly, “thank you.”
“Nothing to thank me for,” he insisted, “I’m just telling you how it is. Can I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
“Is this why you’ve been avoiding me and only had sex in the total darkness?” admittedly it sounded silly when he said it like that. Your face warmed up as you bit your lip and shyly nodded. That look on its own was enough to make him practically melt, “oh baby.”
“It didn’t seem stupid at the time!” you burrowed your face in your hands to try and hide but he pulled your hands away from your face, “don’t laugh at me.”
“I’m not, it’s affectionate,” he grinned, “you also don’t think I noticed anything. I might be dumb at times, but I ain’t stupid.”
“But you didn’t…say anything,” you cocked your head to the side as he raised an eyebrow.
“Again…why would I have?”
“You’re the best,” you leaned forward and wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned in to hug him, clinging onto him like a koala, “I love you so much.”
“I love you,” he pressed a kiss to the side of your head, “no matter what either of us look like. You’re still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
“No you’re just trying to flatter me,” you snorted in amusement as you pulled back to look at him, “don’t look at me like that with those big brown eyes, Miller. That’s cheating!”
“It’s not flattery, it’s the truth,” he said, “and I’ll look at you any which way I want. Okay?”
“Okay,” you teased, “whatever you say.”
“That’s right,” he nodded in agreement, “now take off this sweater and leave the light on…only if you want to though.”
“Now that I can do,” you grinned, “gladly.”
#joel miller#joel miller x reader#joel miller x you#joel miller x fem!reader#joel miller imagine#joel miller one shot#tlou#pedro pascal
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thoughts on best friends brother!hanma? how he’d act with the sneaking around to avoid your best friend? 🥺
❥- note : hi nonnie <3 this made me go kinda crazy because i love something secretive with shuji :> !! i hope you enjoyed this tehe.
content warnings : nsfw [17+], fem!reader, ageless + blank blogs dni, reader is best friends with hanma’s sister, mentions of hookups, brief car sex mention, teasing, secret relationship, use of pet names (babydoll , doll), praising, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy, multiple orgasms.
hanma never imagined that he’d end up messing around with his little sister’s best friend.
you and hanma had met after your best friend took you over to her house. she mentioned him many times before, but you weren’t expecting him to be so fucking hot. hanma was six foot four with these delicious tattoos on his hands that made him seem intimidating from the naked eye. he was charming, too. he had this sultry tone in his voice that would make it difficult for you to even look at him and his honey eyes.
there would be lingering glances between you two, and there were even a few instances where you would both end up alone with each other. there was always something in the air whenever you two were in the same room. thankfully, your best friend never noticed. you would hate for her to get the wrong idea about your friendship.
hanma eventually caved into his desires for you and messaged you one night. despite it being almost two in the morning, you decided to go and see him. you both ended up hooking up in the backseat of his car. it was some of the best sex you had ever had. it was like hanma knew your body already. he touched, fucked, licked, all of the right places that made you melt in his fingers. it was clear that this wouldn’t be a one time thing, judging by hanma’s behavior towards you after your first initial hookup.
it was difficult to hide your secret from your best friend. that was her older brother. it would mean lots of betrayal if she were to discover what was going on.
but, you just couldn’t stop.
whenever she was working, hanma would have you come over and you would both fuck for hours. he would put you in all kinds of positions and leave your cunt stuffed with his cum. it was just the way he liked it.
sometimes, he’d play a dangerous game and touch you whenever she was in the room. he’d brush his fingertips along your waist or get a little too close to your ass whenever he was walking by. he’d just smirk and give you that look that said it all. he loved to see how much he could work you up until you were a needy slut for him in bed the next time you met up.
it was risky, but that’s why he loved it so damn much.
it was later in the night. your best friend had gone to some frat party that was about an hour away, and you were lying in hanma’s sheets with your legs on his shoulders. his cock was drilling into your pussy, creating sloppy noises with every rut of his hips. your cunt was always crying for him. he loved to see how wet it could get.
“like that, babydoll? fuck.. look at you.. taking me so fucking well..” his thumb tugged at your bottom lip, revealing some of your teeth.
you whined when hanma’s cock reached your g-spot. the tip was relentlessly pressing against that button, making your vision become hazy. you were so lost in bliss. any stress you had could be taken away by him. “yes, h-hanma! i love it so much!” you cried, your eyes becoming glassy from the tears that formed at your lash line.
he changed his angle so he was now reaching further into your hole. hanma caught your lips and began to kiss you slowly. god, his kisses were just too fucking good. your fingernails then threaded through the strands of his dual colored hair, bringing him closer to you. you were already on your third orgasm, and your body was reaching its limit. hanma didn’t show any signs of halting, though. he needed you so badly. he hated that he couldn’t see you as often as he wanted.
the kiss was broken between you as hanma pressed his forehead against yours. his golden eyes that were like the sun stared into your own. “can’t get enough of you, doll.” he mumbled against your puffy lips. “i’m gonna fuck you till you’re pregnant.. with my baby..”
the thought alone made your pussy squeeze his cock, which hanma gladly took note of. you were a bit surprised to hear such a proposal, but nonetheless did it turn you on. “yes.. please!” you put your arms around his neck, leaving sloppy kisses on his lips.
he smirked, then began fucking you at a brutal pace. his balls smacked against your clit from how quick his thrusts were. hanma could only think about fucking his cum into you. he wouldn’t care if his sister was pissed. he wanted you.
sin wrapped around your throat. hanma clenched his teeth as he finally released into you. thick ropes of cum filled your womb. he practically emptied his balls inside of you, and he fucking loved it. he loved how great it felt. no other guy would ever dare to do such a thing to you, so he felt proud of himself for doing so. you deserved it all from him.
he leaned forward to kiss you passionately. you felt so full. there was a mess, but neither of you cared at all. “what do you say.. round four?” he chuckled.
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skz when you say “i love you” for the first time.. and it’s in bed
pairing: ot8 x reader
genre: soft smut. mostly sweet and fluffy.
word count: ~2.9k
warnings: general soft smut, oral, fingering (on my jeongin hand kink bs again), pet names, seungmin is kinda rough, i think that’s all?
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channie:
would be so so so soft about it. 🥺
he had known that he is in love with you for a while now but always was too scared to say it. he didn’t want you to feel like he was moving too fast. but it was constantly running through his mind. so when the moment comes where he is deep inside you, his strong arms wrapped around you, holding you tight to his chest, his broad shoulders shielding you from everything, his scent completely enveloping you, his dark curls tickling your cheek as he leans in and presses a kiss to your neck. when you’re shaking under him and whimpering his name and coming undone around his cock, and then he hears it. mid orgasm, a gentle ‘i love you’ slips past your lips.
he has to pull back a little to look you in the eye, searching your face for any signs of regret. but all he found were your big doe eyes, filled with love and brimming tears. “baby, what did you just say?” he would ask, quietly. a whisper of disbelief.
cheeks going red, thinking maybe it was too soon for you to have said such a thing, you look away from him and mumble “i said, i— i love you.”
“that’s what i thought you said.” he would lean in and kiss you, the softest sweetest kiss he’s ever given you, before whispering against your lips “i love you too.” then he would kiss you again before repeating, “i love you so much.”
he would relax his body into you, his forehead resting against yours, the occasional peck against your skin. before saying it one last time before you slip into sleep, “i love you.”
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minho:
also a big softie about it but gets nervous
he’s got your knees up by your ears, you body bent in half under him, full mating press, his strong arms caging your head. his hair falls in his eyes, tickling your forehead, his hot breath fanning against your cheek as he pants. he’s hitting that perfect spot inside you, your walls clenching around him.
“fu-fuck baby, you’re clenching.” he grunts.
you admire his sharp, handsome features. you notice the sheen of sweat on his forehead. your heart swells in your chest. he’s making you feel so good, you can’t help but to cradle his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you.
“minho..” a moaned whisper. you let your thumb rub across his cheek. “minho, baby, i love you.” you confess.
his thrusts stutter and then stop. he doesn’t pull out, doesn’t even really move, he just looks away from your face, chuckling nervously. his thrusts slowly start up again. you turn your head to place a gentle kiss on his toned arm. his head drops and nuzzles into the crook of your neck. he’s grunting, thrusting in and out at a good pace. he kisses your neck gently before saying “you love me?”
you wrap your arms around his shoulders. “yes. i really do.”
“i love you too.” he says into your neck. and his voice is filled with such emotion that you believe him. and as his thrusts get faster and sloppier with the approach of his release, he moves his lips from your neck to your mouth, kissing you softly. and as he cums, his cock twitching inside you, he says it again. “i love you.”
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binnie:
would immediately get so excited about it
you’re straddling him, sitting on the couch, his cock sliding in and out of you as you slowly bounce on him. his hands are at your hips, squeezing and helping you with your motions.
“there you go, bunny. you’re doing so good.” he says, brushing your hair out of your face and behind your ear.
you feel so good with him inside you, so full. and when you pull your eyes away from where you two are connected and you look at his face, your heart flutters. his natural hair was wavy and still air drying from his shower. his glasses slowly sliding down his nose, his bottom lip in between his teeth, his broad chest on full display for you to look at. you moved your hands from his shoulders where they were supporting you, down to his large biceps. you gave his muscles a light squeeze. he looked up at you and smiled.
you smiled back at him and leaned down to place a soft kiss on his lips. his hands slowly moved from your hips, up your back, his fingertips leaving goosebumps.
“i love you, binnie.” you whispered.
the slow thrusts stopped and he held you in place.
“what was that, bun?” he asked, looking into your eyes now.
“i said, i love you.” a smile started to spread across his face, his heart pounding.
“you love me?” he asked excitedly. “you’ve never said that before.” he was downright giddy. he pulled you close, wrapped his big arms around you, and kissed your hair. “i love you too, bunny.” he said, shaking your body with his excitement. his thrusts started up again, slightly faster this time, you were still on top of him but he was doing all the work.
“so sweet.” he grunted. “i love my little bunny. love her so much.” he kissed any part of you he could reach— your cheek, your shoulder, your lips, your neck, your chest— as he brought you both close to your high.
and when you both reached that peak, and everything went still, he lazily smiled and exhaled on a shaky breath, “i love you.”
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hyunjin:
would say it before you did
it was early morning, the sheets a rumpled mess around you, the window open, the long curtains blowing in the breeze. he was on top of you, his soft kisses moving from your pussy, to your navel, to your sternum and making their way back up. he looked at you through his hair, his face covered in your arousal, his cock brushing against your entrance, and you thought you had never been happier. you’ve never felt this closely attached to someone. never felt this amount of pull toward another person. never felt like your heart may burst at any moment, being unable to hold the amount of feelings you have for him.
he kissed your neck, kissed your jaw, kissed your lips. “you’re a goddess.” he whispered against your skin, before slowly sliding inside you. you both groaned at the feeling of it. his head fell to rest in the crook of your neck, your arms wrapping around him. he lay still, letting you adjust to his size. he placed a kiss on your collar bone before whispering, “i love you.” his breath tickled against your skin. and though you were surprised at hearing these words for the first time, you didn’t hesitate to return his sentiment.
“i love you too, jinnie.” you say, your hands tangling in his hair. he pulls back, supporting himself on his hands either side of your head and looks deep into your eyes. he stares for a moment, but then must find what he was searching for, because he leans down and kisses your lips.
“i love you.” he says against your lips. “i love you.” kiss. “i love you.” kiss. he starts to move in and out slowly, your eyes falling closed in bliss. “i love you.”
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jisung:
would get so adorably nervous
you had your mouth around him, your favorite thing. his length sliding in and out from between your lips, your spit dripping down his balls. his head was thrown back, little whimpers leaving his throat as he fights the urge to thrust up into your mouth. you were taking your time, savoring him, teasing him, but most of all, admiring him.
he was so soft and handsome above you, his cheeks flushed a light pink, his hair tousled. his eyes shut and his lips parted and slightly damp. his hands were in fists at his sides. you run your palms up his thighs, before grabbing his hands, intertwining his fingers with yours. you squeezed his hands and his head fell forward, his eyes opening to look at you, his pupils blown with lust.
you pulled off of his cock with a pop. you rose from your knees and straddled his lap, bringing your hands to cup his face as you kissed him. “you want to know something, sungie?” you ask him sweetly. he nods, thinking he would very much like to know something, but currently he knows nothing but the pleasure you’re bringing him.
you lined his cock up to your entrance and slowly sank down on him. his eyes rolled back, his hands on your hips, fingers digging into your skin.
“i love you.” you say to him.
his eyes went wide, his cheeks flushing a dark red color.
“i- you- i just- you-“ he stuttered.
you chuckled and leaned down to kiss him, slowly starting to rock your hips back and forth.
“i love you sungie. such a sweet boy.” you kissed him. “a perfect boy.”
you started to ride him harder, his breath coming in pants. “fu-fuck.” he said, his high approaching.
“you gonna cum, baby?” you asked him, squeezing around his cock. he nods vigorously and right as he cums, before the first twitch of his cock, before the first drop of cum enters your pussy, he says it. and he repeats it, over and over as he’s cumming. his voice shaky. “i love you. i love you”
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felix
would be so sweet and might cry
he was slowly thrusting into you, his body weight on yours, tired after his first orgasm but not wanting to quit. he wants to give you as many as he physically can, or until you tell him to stop. your mind is hazy, full of nothing but him. nothing else exists, except him. you wondered what you did to deserve him. if you thought about it too hard, you might cry. he was panting into your ear, your pussy fluttering around him.
“fuck- angel-“ he moans, breathy. he pulls back to look at you, your eyes glassy, almost brimming with tears. he rubs his thumb across your cheek, his thrusts slowing due to his worry.
“no-no don’t slow down, please lixie.” you beg, so close to the edge.
“okay, baby. i won’t.” he cooed. “come on angel, you can do it. let go for me.”
and you did. your nails dug into his arms as your body shook. and then the tears spilled over onto your cheeks. a look of panic crossed his features.
“baby? what’s wrong?” he asks. “did i hurt you?” he pulls out, leaving you feeling empty. he cradles your face in his hands, wiping your tears away as they fall.
“talk to me, angel. please.”
how do you even begin to explain to him what you were currently feeling? you didn’t think you could.
“i- i love you.” you said quietly through your tears. he looked a little surprised. “i’m sorry-“
“what? don’t be sorry.” he kissed you gently. “i love you too.”
you looked up and your eyes met his, and they mirrored your own. “you do?” you asked.
a single tear fell down his sweet freckled face as he kissed you yet again. “of course i do. i have for a while. and i will, forever. i love you.”
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seungmin
would be a menace about it but loves you more
he was towering over you, his hands fisted in your hair, his cock as far down your throat as he could get it. tears were streaming down your face, but you loved it. pleasing him this way was your favorite and he knew that. but you could tell he still worried about you from time to time. he would get lost for a moment, thrusting in and out of your mouth, grunting, getting lost in his pleasure. but then he would pull out and briefly assess your face, checking on you. tonight he was being extra rough, which you welcomed. he had a long day at the company and just needed to get it out. so you begged him to.
"use me. please minnie.” you would say. and it would be his undoing. that’s how you found yourself on your knees in front of him. he had placed a pillow on the floor to help cushion your knees a bit, ever the gentleman. and he looked incredibly sexy above you, panting, his hair in disarray, some strands sticking to his forehead. and you knew that if tonight was like the other nights that he used you like this, when he was done he would dote on you and coo at you and massage you or draw you a bath. you loved to please him this way but you loved seungmin’s aftercare just as much. and you were reminded again in this moment, his cock all the way down your throat, your spit dripping down your chin, how much you loved him. truly loved him. and you had yet to tell him. you didn’t want to force anything on him, make him feel like he needed to say it back to you if he wasn’t ready. but you found it hard to hold your tongue in this moment when he pulled out and asked: “‘you doin okay, pup?”
and you answered with a simple, “i love you.”
the look on his face went blank for a moment before he smiled at you, his sweet loving smile he used in the aftercare. but that smile slowly turned devilish as he shoved his cock back in your throat. “you’re such a simp for me, huh? my cock make you feel that good?”
your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he used you, you attempting to nod in answer to his question. and soon after, he came, shooting his load down your throat which you greedily swallowed. he stood above you, panting, bringing his hand to cup your cheek. you nuzzled into his palm.
“you love me, huh?” he asked, smirking.
you just nodded, unable to form words just yet, but looked up at him with glassy eyes and messy cheeks.
“well, hate to break it to you, but i love you more.” he stated. “lets go get you a bath, pup.” he helped you off the floor and led you to the bathroom. as the tub filled, he pulled you against his chest, kissing the top of your head before whispering against your hair, “‘i love you.”
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innie
would make you repeat it.
he had his fingers in your mouth. he had the fingers from the other hand in your pussy. they lazily thrust in and out as he leans close to whisper in your ear.
"you get all messy just thinking about my fingers, dont you?" he whispered, his breath tickling your neck. you nodded. "ah ah." he chided. "tell me, use words. let me hear your pretty voice, baby."
you werent sure if you could, with his fingers in your mouth. he notices the trepidation on your face. "you can do it, baby. ill understand you. tell me. "
"ye-yes. your fingers are so good, innie. you make me feel so good." you mumble around his fingers.
"there you go." he praised. he pulled his fingers out of your mouth and rose to his knees. he kept his fingers in your pussy, thrusting them in and out, but his other hand moved to your throat, squeezing slightly.
"fuck." you exhaled. he was a god. thats the thought that ran through your head at that moment. he was godly. but also, he was yours. he had proven that, time and time again, paying no attention to anyone but you. showering you with affection, feeding into your hand kink, making sure you knew just how cared for you were. but neither of you had ever said the L word. both a little too scared to shatter what was such a good thing. but in this moment, with his fingers deep inside you, looking down at you with lust filled heart eyes, you couldnt help yourself.
"i love you." you said, voice a little hoarse.
he removed his hand from your throat. "what was that, baby?" he asked, giving an extra hard thrust of his fingers.
"fuck- i- i love you." you repeated.
he started thrusting faster, your walls clenching around him, his other hand coming down to rub at your clit.
"im sorry, baby. one more time?" you knew that he heard you. you knew he was just teasing you at this point. the smirk on his face proved your theory.
"i love you!" you moaned out. about to tip over the edge into bliss. "oh my god, innie. dont stop." you begged. "i love you. i love you. i love you." and then you came. your pussy clamping down on his fingers, your arousal coating his hand.
"fuck, baby. there you go." he praised. once you had relaxed, and your body stopped shaking, once he had successfully helped you back down from your high, he leaned down to kiss your cheek before whispering in your ear, "i love you."
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hi i love your writings smm 🥺😩💞💞and i was wondering if you can write something for shy quiet , innocent fem reader whos like Literally an angel and very kind who haves healing techniques and also yuji's distant cousin with sukuna ?
A/N: I'm not the best at Sukuna, but here's a try! I kinda wanted to try to write him simped.
His predatory eyes have been on you for a while now.
Initially, it’s barely a development for Sukuna to learn that the vessel he’s stuck in has a cousin. It’s a distant relationship, separated by a couple of centuries, but it’s there. It isn’t a mark for concern until he sees your powers. Healing others isn’t special, but bringing back a missing limb, fixing a soul, the chance you could bring a body back, that’s more interesting.
“I didn’t manipulate their soul. The shape was wrong, so I gave it enough that it could put itself back to the way it wanted to be, and it worked out!”
You didn’t seem to really realize the extent of your own power, chirpily going on with life like a colorful bouncing baby bird from what he could tell. And as his interest in your technique starts to grow, it leads to something else he can’t explain.
Sukuna blames this body that he’s in for the reason his attention always sparks up whenever he hears your voice echoing in this body. Whenever Itadori interacts with you, there’s a torrent of happiness proliferating throughout his entire body, including to where Sukuna’s soul maintains itself. That’s where he decides this interest in you comes from.
That’s where the deliciously darkly satisfied sensation upon seeing fluster spread across your face whenever he decides to interrupt you and Itadori comes from. The way you squeak and shy into yourself, resisting that urge to tremble at his presence – which he can still make out – is mouthwateringly delectable. Sukuna presumed this was an easy way to piss off the other soul in this body, but that isn’t the case.
There’s a rush of something indecipherable when that innocent smile appears on your cherub face. The faintest hint of life threatens to lurch into his chest when you place a hand on this boy’s shoulder, sending that heat all the way down to him.
It irritates him because those actions aren’t caused by him but by the brat whose body he inhabits. It irritates him because he shouldn’t be thinking about these things in the first place. Desiring them. Desiring you. Never having the time to remember what this type of desire was in the first place.
At least not until now.
This body is failing, puddling with its own blood from the loss against a pitiful opponent.
Maybe Itadori should have brought you with him after all instead of leaving you behind at the mission start. Sukuna is already aware of the reason. His “precious little cousin” is the only family he has left after all, by his own miserable words.
(“How pathetic. You think you can’t protect her.”)
The brat was right to leave you behind if he died that easily.
“Uh, Sukuna?”
The King of Curses lifts his head; there’s cursed energy and light flooding this body, barely enough that his own soul clings on.
“Are you still…” a small cough, “in there?”
Sukuna wastes little time cracking an eye open. It’s a worth sight to see. Your cheeks are wet with the beginning of tears, a meek and scared gloss to your eyes when you notice him leering up at you from his head’s position in your lap, and your chest pumped up with a shaky gasp that makes him smirk.
“Isn’t this a surprise? Called on by the little lamb herself.”
Just like the name suggests, you tense and frightened like the fragile creature, a fear so palpable that he can smell it wafting in the air.
“Since this is such a rare occassion, I'll give you three seconds of my time. What do you want?"
Fearfully, you struggle to ask, “You can heal people, can’t you?”
Sukuna isn’t sure why you would ask that when you’re classified as a healer yourself. He’s positive the only reason he’s still here is due to your influence then it dawns on him.
“What’s the matter?” he cackles. “Not enough curse energy left to finish the job?”
When you fail to respond, he knows he’s got it right, and his brain already begins to turn with how many ways he could take advantage of the situation when you finally nod.
“What would I need to do for you to help me heal him?”
“You dare try to bargain with me.” His tone is brusque, pure intimidation mixed with amusement. “What could you possibly have to offer me that’s better than watching this punk sorcerer die?”
You’re as much of a fool as the boy, he thinks. The difference though is that unlike him, there’s more that the King of Curses wants from you: your power, your body, your soul, and the innocence comprising it and displaying in the doe-eyed look that you give him as you gently bite on your bottom lip.
“Please,” you shakily air out, tears spilling out in the weakness of your voice, “I’ll give you anything you want.”
“You.”
“Me?” you ask. There’s a moment of hesitation as your eyebrows knit together. “I-I don’t understand. Why me?” you question; there’s an air of confusion about the question, brewed from the innocent nature that can’t even begin to think what you would have that could benefit him.
“Do you want the deal or not?” he asks, patience artificially short. You’re hesitant, unsure what to say as you stare at him. “I’m not going to keep the offer up for long, woman.”
Slowly, the fear starts to drain from you, which causes him to go silent as your fingers brush your fingers along Itadori’s forehead, pushing the messy blood-soaked tufts of hair away. Your eyes waver, flooding with another layer of tears that collect on your eyelashes, but you quickly blink them away.
“I accept,” you finally relent, a forced smile stretching across your face; a fragile attempt to offer him, or rather yourself, a little optimism and sweetness that sends a lustful pulse down his stomach. “I’m yours.”
There it was, easier than he ever imagined, and he couldn’t stop himself from laughing at the irony. This boy’s decision to protect you would be the very thing leading you to him.
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can you do svt crying in front of you for the first time? (established relationship) 🥺
svt crying in front of you for the first time ✧˖*°࿐
a/n: the occasional mild angst, some are less serious than others. also sorry this took a bit, sometmes it's so easy to write for all 13 of them but other times i feel like i'm stretching ideas thin.. so i wanted to try to make this as good as i could .. i hope you enjoyed!
seungcheol:
○ it was after an argument with the members
○ really, it was just something stupid that got blown out of proportion and everyone went home with a hot head. he didn’t say much when he got home to you and you could sense that something was off
○ you decided not to hover around him and just let him come to you and vent if he wanted to
○ up until he was on the couch and you saw him check his messages and angrily throw his phone. you flinched at the sound but you also softened when you saw him angrily wipe his eyes
○ “hey.. what’s wrong?” you asked softly, carefully placing a hand on his arm
○ he just sat down and you followed. soon after, he lays down to put his head in your lap, voice muffled by his hands covering his face. “just something stupid” he sighed
○ instinctively, you start running your fingers through his hair bc you know it soothes him. you don’t say much to him in these moments but you’re glad you can help him calm down when he’s so upset (10 mins later you realize he’s fallen asleep while you trace your fingers)
jeonghan:
○ it was after an argument between the two of you
○ words were thrown around and he was being far too nonchalant and somehow that made you even more irritated
○ " i don't even know about this anymore!" you spit out
○ you'd never looked at him like that either. it's like he unlocked this new level of disappointment and he wondered if he could come back from it
○ "is this it, then?" he said, voice still far too quiet for the emotions that were running rampant in the room
○ angry and hurt tears fell from his eyes but he wouldn't break eye contact with you
○ he didn't want this to end, and he really didn't want this image of you to be the lasting one in his mind if it did
○ you softened, looking away, "i don't want it to be"
○ a small wave of relief washed over him, he could still hold onto you. he walked over to you to gently hold your hand, one that was crossed over your chest
○ "i don't want it either." you let him pull you into him
○ "can we please restart this conversation? i'm sorry it got here" he whispers into your hair
○ you embrace him back "yeah, i'm sorry too"
joshua:
○ he's a bit of an empath
○ you were crying during a movie so in the end, so was he NYDSDHSJ
○ "darling.." he says softly, heart aching over the sight of tears running down your face
○ there wasn't much he could do but to let you cry it out and feel your emotions but he wasn't expecting himself to get so sad either
○ he just wraps an arm around you, running a soothing hand up and down your back
○ he tries to look back at the movie but every sniffle and hiccup from you makes him turn back to you
○ when you notice his eyes blotchy too, it almost makes you stop altogether
○ "you're crying too, josh?"
○ "can't really help it when you're crying, baby" he chuckles, as both of you dab each other's tear's away with your own sleeves
○ "we're being a little silly right now, huh?" you slightly laugh
○ he does his little signature eye crinkle with a little snort, "maybe we are"
jun:
○ it was when he sprained his ankle pretty badly dancing and he was told to take a rest for two weeks
○ inevitably, it felt like the world was turning without him and that he wouldn't be able to keep up when he returned
○ you caught him trying to watch over a dance practice and following along in your living room
○ all was alright up until he put too much weight on his injury and fell over, landing on his bum
○ "ah, shit" he cringed, getting up to drop himself on the couch
○ "aren't you supposed to be resting, hm?" you asked gently, sitting down next to him
○ he leaned forward, placing his head in his hands, "yeah" followed by a sniffle
○ "you know the rest will let you come back and dance even better, right?" you asked gently
○ " i know, but i just want to keep up"
○ "darling you'll be able to make it up easily, you're literally the best" you encouraged
○ "you're just saying that because i'm your boyfriend" he mumbled into his hands
○ "not just because of that" you assured, wrapping your arms around his middle, "but because you're just that amazing"
hoshi:
○ he didn’t want you to find out that he was an emotional drunk. but of course, this was also kind of inevitable
○ one of the boys had texted you asking if you could pick him up after they all had a bit to drink while filming
○ by the time you drove your car up to the hybe building entrance, hoshi was waiting with an arm slung around mingyu’s shoulders (mingyu had an arm around his waist). anyone passing by would think that they were dating
○ “thanks for coming by, y/n” mingyu says, half carrying hoshi into the passenger seat and buckling him in. “any time” you laughed
○ you drove for a little bit in silence as you assumed that hoshi fell asleep. but suddenly you heard your name called out in a small voice
○ “what is it bub?”
○ a deep inhale. “myungho said i wasn’t a tiger”
wonwoo:
○ he didn't cry often in general, so you never really saw it
○ both of you were surprised when it was when he first heard circles
○ "woozi sent this over to me and said it's what he's always wanted to say so i wonder what it is"
○ he places his phone down on the table as you both listen to it
○ you're watching him more than you're listening
○ wonwoo himself is caught off-guard when he finds himself trying to hold his face back from frowning
○ suddenly his breathing is a little heavier as he's trying to control this heavy lump in his throat
○ it's by the second chorus that the tears start falling and you only reach over to hold his hand
○ he can't stop the tears by now so all he can do is wipe them away with the end of his sweater
○ you both wait for the song to finish (you yourself had to hold back from watching your boyfriend cry) and just sit in silence a little after
○ "it was beautiful" you say
○ a chuckle. "yeah it really was"
woozi:
○ it happened rarely, but rarely doesn’t mean never
○ he couldn’t come up with new ideas for his music
○ you visited him at his studio, but little did you know it was his nth hour of replaying the same clips over and over to jog his brain
○ “i brought you something~~” you announced as you closed the door behind you
○ he was hunched over his laptop, barely acknowledging your presence
○ you knew this was unusual, so you made your way towards him, setting the food you brought down on a table
○ when you sat next to him, he turned his face away but you didn’t miss the deep and slightly broken inhale he took
○ immediately you’re filled with worry. “what’s wrong?” you ask, reaching to give his knee a squeeze
○ “i’m gonna ruin our next album i can’t come up with anything”
○ “hey,” you said softly, “hey, you know that’s not true”
○ he finally turned to you with a stray tear falling down. he didn’t say anything out of fear of just crying more
○ “how about this,” you offer, “have you taken a break?” he shakes his head.
○ “have you maybe asked some of the other guys for help?” yet another head shake.
○ “have you left this room in the last 48 hours- not including the bathroom!” you clarified, this finally made him laugh.
dokyeom:
○ it was during a movie (bless his heart)
○ it wasn’t even a particularly sad one, it was actually quite the opposite
○ something about a child reuniting with their parents after being lost for so long and it touched your heart too
○ though it surprised you to look at your boyfriend hurriedly wiping tears away from his eyes
○ maybe you fell in love with him a little more, “you okay?” you asked, pressing a kiss to his cheek
○ he sniffled but smiled nonetheless, “yeah, ‘m just happy they found each other again”
mingyu:
○ it was after a particularly grueling day of practice
○ his body couldn't seem to keep up with the complicated choreography and he was missing half of his marks
○ the other members were making jokes at his expense with no malice whatsoever, but little did they know they were hitting a little deeper that day
○ during one of their breaks he checked his phone
○ i'm in the area getting lunch, do you want me to drop off something? you texted
○ yes please, he replied, texting a simple order
○ when you arrived at the hybe building, he met you in one of the quieter spaces meant for employee lounging so he could talk to you for a few minutes, you did come all the way
○ "hi baby" he greeted, so so glad to see you
○ "hi gyu," you smiled, but something in your gut told you something was off, "you okay?"
○ for a moment you saw his smile falter, but he quickly tried to mask it again. "yeah i'm fine, the new dance is just kinda hard"
○ you didn't want to press too much further so you just reached up to cup his cheek, "i trust that you'll get it gyu, i really do"
○ he sees how genuinely you believe your words through your eyes and this is enough to make him smile but not enough to let him fully hold back a tear
○ you wipe it away and he leans into your touch
minghao:
○ you were partaking in a little tea ceremony with him
○ maybe there was something in the air that day, the weather was beautiful, warm, but not enough to make you sweat, a simple breeze passing through
○ he snuck a peak at you sitting across from him while you were meditating
○ he was hit with a sudden sense of fulfillment
○ there you were, putting your utmost focus into something he cared about and he just felt so happy
○ your face looked so relaxed as the gentle sunshine made your skin look like it was glowing
○ since the two of you think alike, you snuck a peek at him too and caught him wiping a tear away
○ "are you okay, hao?"
○ "just happy" he smiled
seungkwan:
○ it was after one of their tours and seungkwan had been away for 3 months
○ you had started dating a month before the tour even started so he was concerned that he was leaving you too soon
○ would you still like him when he came back? what if your met someone who you could be with more often?
○ so on his day back, his stomach was flipping in excitement and in anxiety. he missed you so much, but what if you realized you didn’t miss him?
○ while he unlocks your apartment, he takes a deep breath, preparing himself to accept whatever comes
○ when he opens the door he sees you (with a biggest smile on your face) with a small cake in your hands that says “welcome home my boo!”
○ there’s also some balloons decorating your living room and he just can’t believe you did all of this
○ “y/n” is all he can say, unsure of what he could to convey how much his heart was swelling
○ “welcome home, baby” you smiled, placing the cake down to make your way to him
○ his arms opened up to you like second nature, quick to wrap around your middle to pull you close to him
vernon:
○ dang it's really hard to come up with a scenario where vernon might cry
○ either it has to be a genuinely tragic moment or something kind of random (like him)
○ maybe he was trying to cook or something and rubbed a pepper in his eye because he forgot he held it with his bare hands
○ "babe i need help" you hear from the kitchen
○ there you see your precious boyfriend with his eyes squinted and a little red, not knowing what to do with his hands
○ "what happened?"
○ "rubbed the pepper into my eye.."
○ "ah" you nod, quickly wetting a paper towel to dab at his eyes that are watering
○ pls his hands are still out as he tries not to touch anything else so he looks a little silly
○ "you're trying not to laugh aren't you" he mutters, barely able to open his eyes
○ "no" you deadpan
○ "you can't be mean like this, y/n" he pouts and frowns. if you didn't have the context of the pepper you'd really think you hurt his feelings
○ (lowkey curse him for looking kinda good even if he's crying)
○ "uh huh, poor you" you scoff, making sure to wipe his hands too
dino:
○ cried because drunk you wouldn't get into the damn car (funny how karma hit him after doing the same exact thing to jeonghang)
○ "but i wanna party some more!" you whined, barely able to stand up by yourself
○ he's struggling to carry you as you randomly drop your weight
○ he doesn't know if the tears coming from his eyes are from laughing at your state or genuine frustration that this is so hard
○ the two of you end up plopping on the pavement next to your car as your legs have magically decided to stop working
○ "baby please, my love, my darling, the love of my life, get into the car" he practically begs
○ "but i barely got to drink!"
○ "but you've drank too much!" he half-argues, he finds himself almost losing it because why is he arguing with a drunk person?
○ "honey, please" he even goes to the extent of clasping his hands together, "let's go home"
○ suddenly drunk you decides to bargain
○ "will you buy me ice cream"
○ "baby i would buy a store's entire stock just for you to get into the car"
○ your drunken self softened at this, "you would?" by this, you're also tearing up
○ "okay chan, i'll get in the car"
○ he's thanking the heavens as he helps you up and eventually fastens your seatbelt.
○ but you do make up for things when you mumble what sounds like an 'i love you' before you proceed to pass out in the passenger seat
○ (he still stops by a convenience store to buy you ice cream even as you snooze)
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Cheering From Heaven
Charles Leclerc x Senna!Driver!Reader
Genre: sad but also fluffy
Request: yep! I hope you like it! I actually cried a little writing it. My requests are still open for like... half the grid at this point. So please send me your ideas, I am begging, don't be shy. :)
Summary: reader never got to meet her father, but thanks him everyday for the racing in her DNA. When she overhears a conversation about her over dramatic celebrations, she becomes more reserved. Charles immediately takes notice and is determined to restore the energy she once had.
Warnings: Talks of death and crashes, not proofread (if I ever proofread call the police because it’s not me someone stole my identity).
Notes: written in second person. For the purpose of this fic, the Ferrari strategists know how to do their job.
Y’all have been giving my fics so much love. Thank you all so much 🥺❤️
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You were the first female driver on the grid. You worked your way up the ranks just like everyone else. Your mother doing her best to support you despite it being just you and her.
She always said you have racing in your blood. Your father died before you could meet him. The fatal accident of Aryton Senna rocked everyone.
Especially your mother, who had just found out she was pregnant with you.
You were determined to continue his legacy. Knowing he was cheering you on from the afterlife.
When you started competing more often and moving up through the stages. You decided to go by your mother's last name. Not wanting your fathers name to have anything to do with how people saw you as a driver.
You wanted to race for him, not because of him. Nepotism in this sport can make or break someone's career.
When you got up to Formula 1, you cried tears of joy. Knowing that your father was looking out for you.
You were relatively accepted among everyone. You and your teammate Charles got along better than anyone could imagine.
Competing and pushing each other, but still remaining close at the end of the day.
What you didn't know was that some on the grid found you annoying.
You had found fast success and with it came rituals. You wanted to cheer loud enough for your father to hear you. Celebrating enough for the both of you.
It hurt having not known him, but you felt like you did at times. Hearing his name still being praised. You’d watched his races on YouTube repeatedly. You knew he would be ecstatic to see you here.
Everywhere else you were very down to earth and chill. On the podium, however, was a different story. There you let everything go, enjoying yourself for those who couldn’t be there with you. It was your ritual and you loved it. Charles found it entertaining despite not understanding it. You worked hard for your success, why shouldn’t you enjoy it?
You were going to run up and join a group of the guys walking and talking after a race one evening. Charles being one of them. You’d grown feelings for him and even if he didn’t return them, having him as a friend was still great.
They didn’t hear you approach, continuing there conversation without remorse.
“I don’t know man, I find her annoying.”
Charles was immediately confused at this. “Annoying? How so? I find her the least annoying out of everyone else.” He chuckled at his own funny remark.
“I agree. She seems very cocky when she wins. Rubbing it in everyone’s faces.”
A course of similar comments and agreements strung from their mouths. You didn’t stay to hear everything, quickly finding your way back to your hotel room.
Charles had left the conversation not long after. Leaving them the group with one last statement before walking off. “Who cares how she celebrates? Anyone that wins wants to enjoy it, so let her have this.”
While you became quieter and more reserved, Charles became more concerned. You weren’t the sunshine everyone enjoyed having around. You weren’t offering soothing words when someone had an off day. It was strange and he didn’t like it. He became determined to help you through it.
Everyone started talking after your next win. You smiled but said nothing. You looked unfazed by the champaign chaos. You were hardly celebrating.
Everyone else assumed your were sick, but Charles had the feeling there was something else at play.
He’d immediately given into his crush on you. He knew he wasn’t going to be able to escape it since you spent tons of time together. If only he could help you through whatever fought patch you were in. Maybe he could get the confidence to ask you out.
It was now time for the Brazilian Grand-Prix. Imola. The track Ayrton Senna lost his life.
You were hoping to win today for him, and you had a good shot at doing so after an amazing qualifying.
In the evening you decided to visit your father’s memorial. The track was clear like the sky. Pink and orange hues shining down in rays. You dropped to your knees, placing the flower you brought in front of the memorial.
“I hope you can forgive me for not cheering loud anymore.” You cried. Failing to notice the footsteps behind you. “Mom says you’d be proud of me. That you would’ve come to every race. I wish I could’ve known you.”
Charles crouch’s next to you. His hand rubbing circles on your back in a soothing manner. He didn’t say anything, just let you talk. He knows how it feels to miss someone.
“I cheer loudly so that he can hear me. I just know he’d be celebrating with me, so I do enough for the both of us.” You confessed, leaning into Charles’ touch.
“I understand.” He guides your face to look at him, gently wiping your tears with his thumb. “Your dad would be proud of you. I am also proud of you.”
No other words needed to be said. You leaned in, your foreheads now touching. Somehow, that did all the talking for you.
The next day brought excitement and anxiety. You and Charles fighting hard to be at the top. You nearly cried when you won. Charles right behind you in second.
When the cars were parked, you jumped into his arms. Adrenaline flooding through your veins. She the interviewer came to ask you about the race, you looked at Charles. Him nodding at you and giving you a thumbs up for reassurance.
“I just want to say that I’m dedicating this win to my father, Ayrton Senna. I hope to continue his legacy.”
Everyone stared at you before the chanting of your name started. The name everyone knew you by now changed.
You were hesitant to celebrate on the podium. Until Charles took your hand in his and yelled at the top of his lungs. Bathing you in the alcohol. So you finally let loose again, the fans screaming with you.
And when you two were alone again, you realized your father had been watching you. He sent you Charles. A soft ‘thank you’ falls from your lips before kissing Charles Champagne covered lips.
#x reader#fanficion#f1 fic#formula one#angst#charles leclerc#charles leclerc x reader#charles leclerc fic#charles leclerc x you#charles leclerc x y/n#charles leclerc x female reader#formula 1#formula racing#scuderia ferrari#ferrarri#ferrari racing#ferrari formula one#racing#driver#aryton senna#sad fic#Ayrton senna is a legend#charles#leclerc#aryton#senna#imola#open requests#requests are open#grumpy x sunshine
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angsty argument with erling? 🥺
sorry looks like I’m incapable of writing angst without a fluffy ending 🫶
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“maybe if you had actually bothered to support your boyfriend for once, this wouldn’t have happened!” erling exclaimed, his voice getting louder and louder as the argument continued.
you scoffed at his emission. “well I’m sorry for not being your little lap dog and following you around 24/7! you know I do work an actual job, unlike most of the guys’ girlfriends?” you snapped back, not at all appreciating his comment.
“yeah, because it must be so tiring sitting at a desk all day.” erling rolled his eyes.
you shook your head, shocked at the words that were falling from his mouth. “you really are unbelievable, you know that?”
erling stepped forwards, towering over you. his usually bright eyes had darkened as he shouted at you for the first time ever in your relationship.
“i pay for everything, buy you everything you want and you can’t even turn up to one of my games?”
erling was right. he did pay for everything, he bought you everything you had ever wanted and more… but that was his decision. you had always offered to pay for things and insisted he didn’t buy you extravagant bags, clothes, shoes… but he chose to, and that was on him.
“that’s your choice, erling! I’m sorry you can’t seem to grasp the concept that normal people can get tired from jobs where they don’t get paid thousands of pounds a minute!” you shouted back, getting annoyed at his accusations.
he reached his hand up to run it thought his hair but as it glided just a few cm’s away from your face, you flinched, immediately turning your head and stepping back from erling. from the man who had been nothing but a total sweetheart to you throughout your relationship until today.
erling’s features immediately softened as he realised what had happened.
“oh, sweetheart.” he shook his head as the seriousness of the situation finally set in.
your eyes filled up with tears. of course deep down you knew he would never lay a hand on you, but the severity of the situation had got far too much, and him shouting at you had become overwhelming.
you looked down from his gaze and when he reached his hand out for you to grab, you took a few steps back in an instinct reaction.
“fuck, y/n, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” he spoke, voice cracking on the second sorry. you looked up and noticed his eyes were now gleaming in the low light.
erling felt awful, he was overtired and worn out from all the games and he had taken it out on the thing he loved the most, you.
“baby, you know I would never hurt you.” he pleaded. “you know that, don’t you?”
you had never seen him look so emotional. the bags under his eyes were prominent as he struggled to keep his emotions at bay.
“I know.” was all you could muster out as you wiped your tears away with your sleeve.
he reached a hand out to replace your with his and he wiped at your tears with his thumb before holding your face in his large hand.
“i’m sorry for shouting at you… i’m just so tired, it’s not your fault, I’m so sorry baby.” he babbled on, desperate to make things right.
you grabbed his other hand in yours and held it tightly, letting him know that you understood.
for the rest of the evening, erling was desperate to make it up to you, insisting you watched your favourite show and going out to get you your favourite snacks.
you were cuddled up to his chest with his hand stroking your hair, lulling you into a sleepy state. you had closed your eyes when when you heard him break the silence in the room.
“you know i didn’t mean any of that, right?” he asked, voice quiet as he continued to stroke your hair.
“i know.” you replied, nuzzling your head further into erling’s chest.
“really, i’m so proud of you, baby. i love showing off how intelligent my girlfriend is and i wouldn’t have it any other way.” he kissed the top of your head and you smiled, soon falling asleep and back to feeling safe as ever wrapped up in erling’s arms.
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My Chaos Theory Season 2 Nonsensical Rambles! 🦖🦕
Okay, okay. This season was sooo good y’all! For those of you that have watched the season all the way through already, feel free to read. They’re just my comments, notes, and theories that I wrote down after watching each episode. It’s a whole lot of nonsense, really. THIS INCLUDES SPOILERS SO DO NOT READ BELOW THE CUT IF YOU DON’T WANT TO SEE ANY!!!
Happy JWCT Season 2 release day, too! 🎉 Happy Viewing! And thank you so much to our wonderful writers, animators, voice actors, and everyone in between who came together to make this absolutely phenomenal series come to life! I appreciate you all so very much for all your dedication towards a project that means the absolute world to me! ❤️💐 This season really tugged at the heart strings, and even got some tears out of me at the end. I want everyone to watch this beloved series spoiler free, so last warning— HEAVY SPOILERS AHEAD! I hope you all enjoy it just as much as me.
And again, thank you so so so much to the people who brought this amazing series to fruition. I’ve been struggling a lot lately, and this show— and its franchise— has really made the hard days in my life more bearable to overcome. It has helped me in many ways, and I just wanted you to know how much its meant to me (if they somehow see this). So… Thank you. 💐🌸🌺
🦕🦖 Camp Fam For Life! 🦖🦕
Episode 1:
KENJI WHAT THE HECK?! Why are you being so self sacrificing?! (I know why, but still) Painful to watch. The little spark of Yaz’s and Kenji’s old friendship is so cute, and I really hope she can help him work through this trauma more.
Okay, the beginning with Sammy and Yaz was so simple yet adorable. And the way Yaz wraps her arms around Sammy and pulls her close— STOP MY HEART! 😭🩷💜
Majungasaurus’s are cannibals in this franchise? I need to brush up on research for their species, but I’m just used to having a lot of them in one enclosure when playing Jurassic World Evolution. I’m glad they’re finally getting some spotlight, I’ve always had a soft spot for them. (Okay, I have a soft spot for every carnivore in this entire franchise but you know what I mean).
The lightning and animation was absolutely incredible, especially in the storm sequences. They did great at making the atmosphere fill you with a sense of dread as the characters were getting stalked at every turn. That one frame of Darius hiding behind a crate and holding up his phone towards the Majunga is a personal favorite of mine.
The fluffy moment of Darius, Ben, and Sammy trying to be the first to match a roar with its proper dinosaur was soooo cute. My favorite parts of this series have always been times when they can just relax and have fun— I’m a fluff enjoyer, what can I say? One thing this show really excels at is fostering a lovely friendship between the campers. Their interactions are always lovely.
Darius being the first one to reach out to Kenji and haul him from the boat… I’m glad they’re slowly reconnecting again.
Okay, LETS TALK about the Ben noticing Brooklynn thing. I feel like the DLN fumbled the bag in terms of keeping her a secret. Like… why did they have her in the video? If they’re using her for their own gain like I’m assuming, why would you want to give anyone the inkling that she could be alive? I guess they just didn’t think no one would notice? I mean, she’s the only one not wearing the mask in the photo.
Not Kenji making jokes about his deceased father… It’s in character for him, yes. But still… as his friends said: “Too soon.”
Episode 2:
I read the title “Marooned 5” as “Maroon 5”…
Already I love the new character. It’s really cute how Zayna’s friendship with the Gallimimus sort of mirrors Darius and his ties towards the same species. The Stegos also looked like they were protecting her when they sensed danger.
Sammy being the mama bear of the group now is so 🥺🥺. She’s still the cheerful, positive gal she always was, but I love how she’s matured as she’s grown up.
Kenji trolling Darius got a laugh out of me. Brothers will be brothers.
Suchomimus appreciation! I absolutely adore its patterning, it reminds me a lot of the African savanna’s. It’s ironic, given that Sucho’s were first discovered in Africa. I wonder if that’s merely coincidence, or maybe, just maybe, they’re being transported to continents that they would have lived on millions of years ago? Could it be the DLN’s doing? Or am I just looking into it too much? (Future Me here: Yes, you are)
KENJI WHY DO YOU HAVE A DEATH WISH?!?!?! Bro literally squared up with a Suchomimus. Admire the bravery Kenj, but you’re making my anxiety worse, my guy. 😭😭
I really enjoyed the hints of cohabitation that was present in this episode. Humans gave the stegosaurus’s food, while the stegos offered them protection from predators. THIS is stuff I wanted to see in Jurassic World Dominion. I wanted to see HOW humans coexisted with these dinosaurs.
THE CONCEPT ART *chef’s kiss*
Episode 3:
Ah. We come to the episode a large part of the fandom has been waiting on… A Brooklynn backstory. Boy, was it a doozy. For starters, I didn’t know Brooklynn was a biker. Really hyping up that bad girl persona.
The campers keeping in touch on a zoom call makes this so much more upsetting. They still seemed very close up until Brooklynn died. Then, they just lost touch for a while.
I’ve started realizing I relate a lot to Brooklynn, especially in this episode. She’s overworked and “all over the place”. As someone who can sometimes put too much on her own shoulders, I 100% understand the level of stress she’s putting on herself. Not to mention she can be so caught up in one thing that she misses the actual moment in reality. It’s something I myself am working on; adhd doesn’t exactly help. But I definitely get where’s she’s coming from.
THE DARIUS CONFESSION STRESSED ME OUT HOLY CRAP— Like, the way Brooklynn inches away, Darius quickly tries to change the subject. Gods, it made me anxious just watching. I literally put my head in my hands and started mumbling to myself during the scene. (I’m slowly going insane 😭)
Seeing Brooklynn in pain and anguish once she realized how she lost her arm was heartbreaking. This was the time she needed her friends most. But for their safety in Brooklynn’s eyes, they couldn’t be there.
THE POOR COMPY WITH A CONE AROUND HIS NECK! 😭😭😭 No nibbling, he’s banished to cone jail!!!
So… the camp fam and Brooklynn’s dads came together for her funeral… I could have only imagined how rough that would’ve been. I’m honestly glad they didn’t show it, because I would’ve been balling uncontrollably for the next hour. And the fact that she was going to reveal her false death to her friends and family RIGHT before the DFW came in and screwed it up?!?! Ahhhh!!!!
THAT GUY?! WASN’T HE THE ONE WHO COULDN’T SHOOT A GUN IN SEASON 1?! AND SAMMY’S FARM WAS A SETUP, DID I HEAR THAT RIGHT?!?!?!?! (Someone please clarify, idk if he was talking about farms in general or if it meant Sammy, I forgot)
Episode 4:
Heck yeah! Malta! Crossing my fingers they show it in a later episode.
The small moment of Sammy watching Zayna and her mom… I NEED to know what went on between her and her parents.
Love the parallel between the opening of JW Dominion and Brooklynn’s escape at the farm. It’s a nice little throwback.
Dubai? Why Dubai? I absolutely love the mystery aspect, it’s like the more they reveal, the more questions are brought to the surface. The writers and everyone really went above and beyond this season.
Episode 5:
Sammy acting as the protective older sister of Zayna is so in character for her. “14 and 3/4. She’s still countin’ quarters, Kenj!”
Okay, I probably should’ve said this in an earlier episode, but Ronnie having the user Clever Girl just makes me so inexplicably happy.
SOYONA SANTOS?!?! AAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
WE’VE WON GUYS, WE’VE WON!!!! GUYS IM LOSING MY MIND AS IM TYPING THIS!!! IVE ALWAYS WANTED HER TO HAVE A BIGGER PART TO PLAY AND HOLY MOLY SHE DOES! OF COURSE SHES THE BROKER! HOW DID I NOT SEE THIS?!?!?! AND IT’S HER ACTUAL ACTRESS VOICING HER TOO!!!
*ahem* Anyways… I’ll try and keep my cool.
Soyona is artsy? She’s very demure, very mindful. In all actuality, I’ve always been very interested by her character. She’s very poised an elegant, yet calm and calculating at the same time. Her and Brooklynn having a sort of “chess match of wits” which was very entertaining to watch.
Well, Camp Fam, looks like we know where Red has been all this time. I wonder if Red is Soyona’s favorite of the pack, much like Blue is to Owen.
Poor Yaz having to share a boat with Kenji and Ben while they’re arguing like an old married couple. She’s such a mood, no wonder I kin her.
Episode 6:
Poor Ben. Why is everyone having panic attacks? 😭😭😭
I think it’s interesting how Yaz, whom is the most introverted of the 6, ends up being the peacekeeper in this season. She knows when her friends are hiding something, and she’s going back and forth trying to help everyone out all at once. Her and Brooklynn are pretty similar in that regard, I’ve noticed.
Sammy’s a vegetarian? I guess it makes sense given her love of animals.
OKAY THE HIPPO VS SUCHO SCENE?!?!?! THEY LEFT YAZ?!?! Nononono I’m panicking!!! SAMMY’S FACE WHEN SHE REALIZED!!! I’m so worried, she definitely must’ve gotten a concussion from that hit.
I really wanna know if Red would have attacked Soyona during her deal with Brooklynn. Every cut in film is directed with a purpose. If they’re showing you something, it’s meant with intent. Maybe it’s a coincidence they kept cutting toward Red and having her in the limelight between them, but was the Raptor debating having Brooklynn in charge of her? Maybe Atrociraptors aren’t THAT smart, but I’m curious to know. After all, it’s implied Soyona raised them with a personal connection. If Red is similar to Blue, would she had done it had Brooklynn asked?
Episode 7:
Sammy’s 100% in distress mode. She doesn’t care if what she’s doing is level headed, she just wants to protect her girlfriend. And honestly… I could blame her. If I were in her position, I would’ve reacted the same.
I know I’m supposed to be scared of the Suchomimus and all that, but… it looked so adorable when it was curled up!!! Darn it, carnivores can be cute too!!!
I love how Darius tries his best to talk to Zayna… with Sammy sitting right behind them. Like Darius she’s hearing EVERY WORD you say my man 😭. And Zayna’s RESPONSE and EXPRESSION! “Sammy’s girlfriend is by herself surrounded by killer dinosaurs. Why would I take anything she says personally?” 😐 She is very mature for her age, honestly.
Flying Pterosaurs… ITS ALWAYS THE FLYING PTEROSAURS THAT RUIN EVERYTHING!!!
More animals coexisting was fun. Well, coexisting as in Sucho’s eat hippos for a late night snack and Lions eat Dimorphodons for dinner. I’m sure it’s not all sunshine and rainbows, of course, but I really like how this series is giving us more of dinosaurs living among other animals and humans. As stated earlier, it barely got touched on in Dominion. THIS is the type of content I’ve been waiting for!
NAH THAT SUCHO SWIMMING SCENE WAS CREEPY—-
I love how Kenji immediately embraces Yaz. She just wants to hug her girlfriend and Sammy’s standing there straight faced like “…” And Yaz saying “I really wanna hug my girl right now.” 😭😭😭😭😭 YASAMMY DESERVES THE WORLD!!!
Episode 8:
YAZ HUGGING KENJI IM ABOUT TO CRY SO MUCH Y’ALL!
Darn it, I was hoping for an Indoraptor hidden in the lab. 😞 Wouldn’t have made sense, but hey, worth a shot. But what DOES make sense is how there got to be so many dinosaurs roaming around the world once Dominion rolled around. Of course they would try and clone new ones to maximize profits. There was only so many that got released post Fallen Kingdom.
The blind Baryonyx… all I can think about is giving it a hug. Poor little one is stuck down there, more than likely because Santos figured she couldn’t sell it. I wanna adopt them. :(
NO IM NOT READY FOR THE ARGUMENT I DONT WANNA SEE IT!!!!!!
Episode 9:
Ironic how creation… kills the creator. It’s honestly sad how he manipulated the baryonyx’s genes to remove its eyesight entirely. It’s nice to see a use of echolocation, however. The movies never get it quite right imo or just don’t bring it up ever.
Okay, Soyona’s “Trust is hard to come by” line makes me think… what if The Handler could have stolen some of the raptors from her? Sure, she hired a hit out for the campers and more than likely enlisted the Handler’s help. However, both of them have a deep connection with the raptors. Maybe Red was the only one who stayed by Soyona’s side? It’s a great stretch, but it just got me thinking.
Brooklynn needs evidence to send Santos to jail, right? But… she’s out doing stuff in Dominion. So either someone bails her out of jail, OR, Brooklynn fails… which one is it?
Episode 10:
WE MADE IT! Did I spend roughly 5-6 hours binge watching this for the entire day? Maybe. Do I feel like garbage for not getting out of bed? Umm… Kinda. (I’ll try to exercise, I promise…)
I WAS SO SCARED KENJI WAS ABOUT TO PUNCH BEN! DUDE WHAT?!?!?!
I love how the villains in this franchise aren’t just treating their Dino’s like the Indominus and Indoraptor were treated. Both the scientist and Soyona ended up forming bonds with their animals. AND WHAT WAS THE THING WITH RED?! HELLO? SHE CAN LITERALLY MIMIC NOISES?!?! THIS WAS LITERALLY MY FACE DURING THAT PART NO JOKE:
ITS SO CUTE BUT HORRIFYING?!?!?! ITS LITERALLY A PARALLEL OF THE INDOMINUS GETTING THE RAPTORS TO TURN AGAINST OWEN!!! RED IS BECOMING ONE OF MY FAVORITE DINOSAURS Y’ALL, I’M FREAKING OUT!!!!
I literally do not care how unbelievable of a scenario that would be. It was freaking cool!
That one frame of the Baryonyx in the dark hallway is so creepy… My sleep paralysis demon fr.
So… let’s talk about the end… Not only do I really really need a season 3, but I just… I don’t know… The moment Kenji grabbed Brooklynn’s hand before she headed into the jet is what prompted me to cry. Yes, I did cry, don’t judge me plz. 😭 “I’m not the Brooklynn you once knew”… NO! YOU ARE!!!! I was waiting, waiting for Brooklynn to ditch Soyona and embrace her friends, leaving the show off on a note where they have to stop her and Biosyn. But… Brooklynn left them. This entire season, I was waiting for them to be with one another again… All I can think about is- where do they go from here? Brooklynn has shown she’s willing to do whatever it takes to expose this mess, even if it meant abandoning her friends… So what’s going to happen when her friends follow her? How long can she keep this up?
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Thinking about caterpillar Gojo and dragonfly Geto who happen to cross paths because Geto flew a little too far from home and ended up in Gojo's garden.
Geto decided this caterpillar was so chunky and cute, but had such a big mouth on him! Gojo is constantly nibbling on his leaves; doesn't fully listen to what Geto is saying because he’s just nom nom nomming.
Alas, Geto is but a young and infatuated dragonfly, enamored by the caterpillar who can easily eat five times his body weight.
So Geto visits Gojo’s garden every day, witnessing how the caterpillar keeps eating and growing and…
There are other dragonflies who try to swoop in and take Gojo as a meal, but Geto is quick to protect his friend, who deserves to munch on his little pea plants in peace. Geto eats other disease-carrying insects like mosquitoes, and other pests like mayflies, so what more is tearing apart another "fellow" dragonfly in the name of friendship?
One spring afternoon, when Geto perches on a leaf across from the one Gojo nibbles on, the caterpillar reveals he broke a record today.
“10 eggs!” Gojo proudly exclaims. Geto's wings flicker anxiously.
"10 eggs...what?" Geto questions.
"Like, I ate 10. That's a new record for me," Gojo says.
"Oh..." Geto blinks, focusing on the way Gojo has un-scrunched a little more than last time he saw the caterpillar. If this continues, Gojo will molt very soon, possibly even sometime this week. "Well done."
Watch out, little eggs, Geto thinks. The Hungriest is out to get you.
Gojo has grown at least three times in size since Geto has met him. Little antennas that weren’t there before poke out from his head, which he can’t move but Geto thinks they’re cute anyways.
Days pass. Then one week, and then two...Geto still keeps the caterpillar company and Gojo’s mouth still works overtime.
Geto wouldn’t have it any other way.
One day, Geto flies into Gojo’s garden but doesn’t spot the chubby caterpillar. Instead, what looks to be a green pepper dangling from Gojo’s favorite plant hangs in his place.
Ahh, Gojo had mentioned something like this.
“Satoruuu, can you hear me in there?” Geto calls, landing on top of the leaf. He receives no reply.
Geto waits for some time, talking to Gojo as if he were there devouring the leaf like he used to. With a sad sigh, Geto eventually takes off to fly around his other favorite areas around the garden.
The following days, Geto continues to visit Gojo’s chrysalis, talking to Gojo inside and offering all the small updates. Yet, Geto misses his caterpillar terribly, and wonders when Gojo will return to him.
When Gojo finally emerges from his chrysalis, he feels like a completely new bug! He holds his upside-down position on the leaf for a few hours until his wings solidify, then off he flies to find his friend who oh so graciously yapped to him for the past two weeks!
Hours later, Geto comes back to see an empty chrysalis and no Gojo in sight.
Where is he? 🥺 Geto wonders, searching the garden for his caterpillar.
A few moments later, Geto notices (with dread) another presence hot on his trail.
Cue Geto frantically trying to find Gojo while flying away from this huge butterfly that is CHASING him! Why is he being chased !? 😭
A gigantic butterfly wing shimmering blue wings follows the spiketail dragon from plant to plant, zooming through the garden like a game of tag.
"Suguru! Wait up! It's me!" Gojo shouts, quickly overtaking the dragonfly and tackling them into a tulip plant. They land between the tulip’s leaves, Gojo frantically flapping his wings and begging Suguru to recognize him.
Meanwhile, Geto is frozen in place.
It's the first time he's seeing Gojo in all his butterfly glory...
“I- Satoru?” Geto cautiously asks.
“That’s me!” Gojo confirms. His antennas playfully poke Geto’s head. “I changed a lot, didn’t I?”
“Yeah…you’re beautiful,” Geto says, wings twitching shyly.
“So I was an ugly caterpillar?”
“THAT’S NOT WHAT I SAID!” Geto shouts. Without thinking twice, Geto exits the tulip and flies off towards the vegetable section.
Sure enough, the comforting sound of Gojo’s cackle sounds as the butterfly takes off and follows him.
Finally, the two bugs are reunited.
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One where rafe and reader can’t stop messing around even though they are in a relationship with other people.? Only if you want to write it🥺
hey love! this was so fun…. should i make it into a series LMFAO?? 🫣💀
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cw’s: fwb (kinda), being the second choice, cheating, crying, angst??, lying, lmk if i missed anything!
It wasn’t right: what you and Rafe were doing wasn’t right. Then why did it feel so good? It didn’t make sense.
You were usually a goody-two shoes; it was your best quality but it was your worst as well. Wanting to do the right thing was a good quality to have but it wasn’t exactly fun. It got you awards, praises from parents wishing that they you were their child and it got you scholarships. Little did they know, Outer Bank’s golden child had a messy secret.
You were dating the Kook Academy’s famous Quarterback, Noah Yanis. You had been dating him since 8th grade, your parents had planned your relationships since you were born. You and Noah were the It couple in Outer Banks; everyone thought you were endgame. Your parents planned every aspect of your relationship. Your anniversary, first date, engagement and wedding; it was perfect. He’d given you a promise ring a few months into dating and after that, it was never genuine. It was never really genuine, though.
Noah was sweet and smart, everything a girl would want. Not only was he nice, he was tall and had a dreamy face. Every Kook wanted to be him or be with him, so why didn’t you? Your relationship was supposed to be picture-perfect; but that’s all it was, surface level and shallow. Your feelings weren’t real; you weren’t even really in love, you could barely stand him at times.
It was all an act; your love for Noah was anything but genuine, it was all for show. You wore Noah's jersey at his games and he got you flowers when you got a good grade but it was all for public approval. In private, he never spoke to you and it was just silent, no speaking.
In the beginning, you wanted him to like you. At first, he did. It slowly faded into slight resentment because he couldn't go after the girls he genuinely wanted. You've always wanted his love, ever since you started dating.
It was supposed to picture perfect -- your personalized fairytale love story. You were a romantic by default and you thought even if it was fake, it could turn into something real. But that only happens in books.
You slowly started to resent him as well, he never satisfied you in any way. When you hung out, he never talked to you. He was always on the game, headset on as he screamed at the screen whilst you sat on his bed, bored. That's what really happened behind closed doors.
Noah didn't even try to get to know you. If someone asked him to tell them your favorite color, he wouldn't have the slightest idea. Your favorite flower, or book, or even TV show, Noah wouldn't know.
Your friends were all surface level, too. They wouldn't have the slightest idea, as well. That was all you craved though, someone to truly see you for you. You were sure you've never had a true best friend, too.
That's probably why you were so addicted to Rafe Cameron.
You still remember the first night he had truly touched you. It was your 17th birthday and it was an important birthday because of Mamma Mia. Your birthday was Mamma Mia themed, of course - it was supposed to be perfect.
It was supposed to be perfect. Noah ruined it, of course. He had brought the wrong cake and that was just the beginning. He got shitfaced and spilled wine all over your white dress.
You ran outside and no one had followed you. Rafe watched as you walked out of your own party, your supposed best friend not even noticing.
He went after you and comforted you. It was unlike Rafe, to care about someone's feelings. But he saw himself in you, your hurt expression as the people who were supposed to care for you most, ignore you.
Your tear stained face, puffy eyes and red stained dress was a sad sight for Rafe. You were supposed to be the Golden child of OBX, how could no one care about you?
That was the first thing Rafe realized about you. You two were more similar than he thought.
He sat with you outside, listening to you pour your heart out to him; someone who she maybe had talked to, three times this past year. You were obviously a little wasted but it didn't matter, you genuinely felt that way. And he empathized with you because he related to what you were saying.
After your rant, you couldn't help but embrace him. He was tense at first but melted into the hug; he hadn't felt such a soft touch since his mother had passed away.
As you pulled away and he saw your defected expression, he couldn't help but lean in for a kiss. And that was how it all began.
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"Noah's birthday is tomorrow, are you doing anything with him?" Your mother asked as she unloaded the dishwasher. You were sitting on the island, eating some yogurt and the sudden mention of Noah made your appetite go away.
You and Noah hadn't talked about any plans besides the party he was having. "Not sure. Uh, it depends but I know he's having a party."
She smiled at that. "Are you planning it?"
"No, he didn't plan mine so why should I plan his?" You snapped, rudely. Your mother was taken aback at your sudden flare up, making you sigh.
"I know, Y/N, but it's his 18th. That's an important birthday, he's an adult now." Your mother reasoned as she put back the dishes.
"If you care so much, why don't you do it?"
Your mother tensed up angrily as she sighed and slammed the dishwasher. "Y/N, watch your tongue. There's no need to get all emotional."
You huffed before getting down from the island. You glared at your mother, crossing your arms as you decided to go to your room.
Noah's birthday wasn't important because obviously, yours wasn't to him. He ruined yours and you were crushed but you didn't even get an apology after. His birthday was meaningless to you.
As you got to your room, you closed your room and huffed dramatically as you got on your bed. You closed your eyes. You had gotten Noah the cologne he wanted and that was far more than what he deserved.
You didn't know how you were going to deal with Noah forever because your parents are hellbent about you getting married to him. Why doesn't even it matter? He's not that important, anyway.
The only reason why they want you two to get married is so you can be an important role in OBX society. Noah was going to inherit his father's business after college and it's worth more than anything else on this island. So if you marry him, you're 1. going to play an important role as Noah's wife and 2. you're going to be filthy rich.
You know your parents meant well but you weren't happy and neither was Noah. If they force you two to get married at their will, they're setting them up for a life of unhappiness.
You heard the text message ding and were drawn out of your thoughts. You opened your phone and saw Rafe's little icon and your lips morphed into a smile.
rafe 🍃💫 u left ur swimsuit here
rafe 🍃💫 thought u might need it since ur going swimming later
You had forgot that you were going swimming with your friends later that day. You were glad Rafe had reminded you, you knew your friends loved to hold stupid grudges.
Your face heated up at the mention of your clothes being at his house; it had been a normal thing now but you still blushed childishly. You spent most nights at his house, now that you think about it, but he still made you feel a certain way. A way that Noah never did.
You felt guilty but that all melted away the moment his lips move against yours, because for once you're doing something for your own will and not anyone else's.
You quickly replied to message.
y/n 😍🤭 okay, i'll swing by later to pick it up
y/n 😍🤭 thanks for reminding me i almost forgot ab it 🥰
Rafe replied as quickly as you did.
rafe 🍃💫 ofc goregous
rafe 🍃💫 i'll see u at noah's party tmr?
y/n 😍🤭 yea sadly 🤢
rafe 🍃💫 im dreading it too, dw
rafe 🍃💫 only upside is that im seeing u 😤
You blushed at his statement. Before you could reply, you heard a knock at your door. "Come in."
You were expecting your mother to come in but it was Noah. Your mood immediately changed and you tried your best not to frown. Noah came in, all sweaty from his practice. He sat down on your bed and you sighed.
"Noah, I'm gonna need to change my sheets now, they're going to be drenched in your sweat." Your face morphed into a disgusted expression as he brushed it off.
"It's fine, Y/N. Anyway, you going swimming with Mar later?" Her nickname rolled off his tongue so easily and you couldn't help but feel a little jealous.
Marissa, or Mar, is Noah's best friend. She also considered herself yours, as well but after your birthday, you've considered her Noah's friend rather than yours.
She only really liked Noah and it was obvious she liked him. She throws herself at him and acts like the most annoying person when he's around. She wasn't always like that; at some point, she was your best friend but that all changed when you and Noah started dating.
Noah surprisingly actually really likes her, so you have deal with her. He actually seems to like her more than you at times, and that is enough to deal with in it of itself.
Long story short, Mar is a bitch.
"Yeah, she practically forced me." You mumbled as you got up from your bed, your phone slipping from your hands onto the bed. Noah laughed.
"You know she means well." No I don't, actually. "It's going to be fun, though."
Your phone rings before you could reply and you brushed it off, thinking it was maybe one of your friends. You walked into your bathroom, getting a hairbrush.
"Why is Rafe Cameron texting you?"
Your heart dropped. You were glad you had your text previews off because god help you if Noah had read that message, no matter what it said.
"Uh, he knows a good dealer so I'm getting you a present. Another one." You lied. Noah was a little suspicious but as you walked over to him, he put your phone down. You swallowed down a sigh of relief.
"Okay, good. Can you bring the weed to Mar's?"
You blinked. You didn't have any weed, neither did Rafe (at the moment). "Uh, sure."
He smiled and got up, giving you chaste kiss on the lips. You were taken aback.
"Thanks, babe." He walked out of your room as you stood there, dumbfounded and now, in a situation you don't know how to get out of.
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You walked into Mar's house, no weed in hand. You only had a few hours before you'd have to leave for Mar's and you didn't have time to go and find it for them.You didn't know how Noah was going to react to that but hopefully he won't make a big deal.
You had dropped by the Cameron's like planned and you had changed into the swimsuit you'd left there. You walked outside where you knew your friends would be. Mar was sitting outside of the pool, her legs dangling into the pool as Noah sat next to her; they were talking.
When Noah saw you, he looked to your hands and was confused when he didn't see a bag of the green plant they loved so much. Mar also moved her gaze to watch you.
"Hey." You said plainly, putting down your tote in the pool chair. "I couldn't get ahold of Rafe so I couldn't get Rafe."
"He didn't reply?" Noah got out of the pool to come to you. "Of course he did, he's probably high at some chick's house." He chuckled as you bite your tongue. You knew the only chick's house he's ever at is yours. "God, sometimes I really wish I was Cameron, man. He has too much fun."
That comment was very backhanded as he looked at you and then turned to Mar as she got out of the pool. Before you could respond, she made her way over to the two of you. "So, no weed?"
You nodded, already regretting your decision of even going to her house. Maybe you could fake your way out of staying and you could leave early.
They both sighed heavily and turned around, getting in the pool once again. You watched as they ignored you and you felt jealous and annoyed. You felt like a third wheel with your best friend and boyfriend, how pathetic was that?
"Uh, do you guys know if Nance is coming?" You asked as you sat on the pool chair, laying down. You couldn't even tan because it was already 6:30, you were essentially just there for mere decor. If they were going to just sit there and flirt this whole time, they should've had the decency to do it behind your back.
Nance was the only one in your friend-group you'd consider an actual friend. You'd know her your entire life practically and she was your best friend before you'd met Mar. She'd been with you through everything; when you were considered ugly, when the only person you had was her, when you'd started dating Noah and now, she was still there. She was the most genuine person you knew and you could hold a conversation with her without wanting to rip your hair out, which is saying a lot when considering the people who live on this godforsaken island.
"I'm not sure, maybe." Mar answered quickly before giggling at something Noah had said, playfully hitting his arm. You bit back the urge to throw her in the pool as you glared at them.
You ignored her response and went back on your phone, going on TikTok before eventually getting bored. Before closing your phone, you felt it buzz in your hand and you looked at the top.
rafe 🍃💫 wanna come over after ur lame pool party? ❤️
You looked over at Mar and Noah; they were too enthralled with each other to even notice your sudden mood change. For once you were glad that they were ignoring your presence. You moved your gaze back to your phone and clicked on the message, typing a quick response.
y/n 😍🤭 can i come now?
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I love your narcos fic so much.i read all of them and i wanna say thank you for writing so many masterpiece and sharing with us 🙏🏻🙏🏻💖💖💖can you write some short fic about Pacho Herrera x gn/reader? pls 🥺🥺🥺
Colombian gold
Pacho Herrera x gn!reader, (nothing very bad, the usual for the show) 2512 words "you have a date? how much did you pay them?" by @novelbear
a/n : thank you !! <3333 enjoy this maybe not short fic of his
As always it's the fictional, not the real deal, enjoy xx
Tagging the narcos fam @narcolini @drabbles-mc @anunhealthydoseofangst @hausofmamadas @ashlingnarcos
Pacho doesn’t really know why he is here. Sure, maybe it is Miguel's birthday party and he was invited, maybe it might also be about the bigger picture, that Miguel fucked up with the US government, fucked up with their shipments, this event a good occasion to make sure Miguel knows who he is working for. This could be a phone call, he could have sent someone else, but why keep himself away when he could come to Mexico, enjoy the drinks, the food, your company.
He likes to think he is bigger than this, those events, the gluttony of it all, bigger than the jealousy that pierces his chest when he sees you across the pool, someone’s arm wrapped around your own. This jealousy is hot, burning through his chest in a way he has never felt before. It overpowers him, but he can only watch and clap with everyone else as fireworks boom and light up the sky. He catches eyes with Miguel a few meters away from you, he is sulking, as usual. Oh, Pacho thinks, what wouldn’t he endure to get what he really wants.
He is almost grateful when he exits the chapel. The air is refreshing, he needs a new drink, and there is an extra stride in his steps when he eventually notices you, leaning against the bar, alone. He feels it again, hot, burning, tearing him apart. The cold glass counter soothes the burn as he props himself next to you.
‘’ You have a date? ‘’ He starts. ‘’ How much did you pay him? ‘’
You turn to him. There is a pink tint to your cheeks, something glossy about your lips, a few drinks perhaps, something irresistible. Your eyes shine from the lights above you, they twinkle as you recognize him.
‘’ I don’t pay for dates, I’ll let you know. I usually turn down offers. ‘’
‘’ Hmm. ‘’
Pacho knows you don’t have to pay for them. Of course, you don’t, not when the silk covering your body fits you like a glove, not when the gold wrapped around your neck makes your skin glow.
He remembers meeting you for the first time, a few steps behind Miguel at all times. Pacho didn’t know your name back then, but he noticed your sharp thinking, the clues and pieces of puzzles you picked up that others would never have seen. You were the smart one he had quickly realized, out of the bunch, those that would only follow, monkeys.
He remembers when the lines had started to blur, when his hand would press the small of your back to direct you to your seat, to his apartment. He would call you on occasion, pretexting work, shipments, and anything in between. Pacho knew you could see through it all, the small gestures, the gifts, you had to, how could you not?
Pacho hated how the Plaza could not see your potential in the same light he would. Greed and jealousy run the world, and it certainly motivated your colleagues too. He had tried to make you see through it, how little they thought of you, how you could do so much more if you left them, joined someone else, him.
‘’ I can’t. I owe Miguel everything, you know that. ‘’
‘’ Loyalty is what will get you killed, they will betray you if they have to. ‘’
‘’ You don’t know that. ‘’
‘’ Are you willing to wait and find out? ‘’
Pacho knew you weren’t, he knew there was something in you that was meant for better, greater things.
‘’ Did Miguel tell you coming to his birthday party alone was forbidden? ‘’ He continues, digging for more information.
‘’ Well, Maria sure does tell me every day how sorry she is for me that I am single. ‘’ Your eyes squint, taking him in, ‘’ But I see that you didn’t get influenced by the backhanded comments. ‘’
‘’ Well, I thought my favourite Mexican would be single for the night, that would have fixed the problem, don’t you think? ‘’
He can see the red that colours your cheeks now, a nice blush. Your eyes burn into his with intrigue.
‘’ Chapo is indeed single. I knew you liked them short and moreno. ‘’
He laughs with you on that one, maybe, he thinks, but he does like you better. More his type, more everything, addicting.
‘’ So, ‘’ the ice inside your drink clinks as you swirl the liquid around, ‘’ What brings you to this part of the world, colombiano? ‘’
‘’ You. ‘’
He could have thought this through a little bit better and made it seem like he was coming for business anyway, that this was just such a happy coincidence, but he couldn’t, not after how you had left last time. It always started like it usually did, music, wine, deep conversations over the balcony, but it also always finished the same, accusing fingers, your clothes back in your suitcase, the betrayed look on your face when he would mention how he can’t believe you are letting them walk over you once more.
There is no point in walking around it because he knows now why you plague his mind, you have got to know too, you have to. Maybe he has had one too many drinks.
‘’ I think you know why I always come back, why I come to waste my time en ese campo with those half-assed associates of yours. ‘’
‘’ Pacho. ‘’
A warning maybe. Do not say such words it means, not now, but he can’t seem to care. At home or overseas, he is a king, untouched. He is so close to you he can see the dots of gold in your eyes better now, raise his hand and feel your forearm with the inside of his palm as you let him. He could kiss you, he thinks, right now, in front of everyone and feel no shame. It would show them, he thinks, payasos.
‘’ Don’t kiss me, ‘’ you plead, eyes glued to his, ‘’ Not here. I can’t, I- ‘’
More fireworks set off in the distance, and another whiskey is pushed toward him by the bartender, but just when he thinks that everything is okay, that this could still be your moment, even when all the noise comes back, even after everyone starts moving again in your peripheral vision, your date puts his arm around your waist.
He doesn’t like how you tense, caught off guard. There is a ringing in his ears, a call for fury, anger, of knives and guns, whatever he can get his hand on. His fingers tighten around his glass, he doesn’t know this one, whoever you decided was fit enough to join your side for a few hours, and he doesn’t care to.
‘’ I suggest you bring your business elsewhere tonight. ‘’
‘’ Pacho, please- ‘’ You pitch up, trying to stop him, the threats, the powertrip, but it is useless.
‘’ I won’t ask twice. ‘’ He continues.
Pacho knows his gun is easily visible tucked into his pants, and quick eyes up and down from your date tell him he saw it too. It does not take much for him to leave after that, after Pacho makes a show of sipping his whiskey and leaning back to display the loaded pistol. You nod to the poor man to go, freeing him from the spectacle.
‘’ Now you are just being mean. ‘’ You tsk.
Pacho’s eyes are still following the man’s back into the crowd until he is but a speck of colour in his sight.
‘’ I didn’t see you try to get him to stay either. ‘’
You bring the last sip of your drink to your mouth.
‘’ What is it Pacho, what do you want? ‘’
Your empty glass is pushed to the side as you lean toward him, your eyes serious.
‘’ And don’t say me, don’t say any other business chingaderas. I want the truth. ‘’
Pacho catches the bartender’s attention and he orders you another glass, something sweet, exactly how you like it. Too much sugar will kill you. Maybe, but I’m pretty sure smoking will get to you first. Mostly it is to kill time and take this moment to think about how to say it, if he should at all. What has been bothering him for a long time, what he knows now since the chapel. Pacho lets you take a sip first, and you let him pay without fighting for the bill.
‘’ Miguel is not being honest with me, I know he is planning something, but I am not sure why. ‘’ He clears his throat. ‘’ I’d like you to listen and, if you want, report anything concerning to me. ‘’
Your reaction is instantaneous, like you have been stung by his words, your body reacting in disbelief. He knows how hard this must be for you, as it is for him too. He loathes how political your relationship has been lately, that you are just a piece of the puzzle being tossed around between them, always trying to win, to triumph. Your laugh is dry, void of emotion.
‘’ You’ve gone insane. ‘’ You shake your head. ‘’ And here I thought for a second you liked me. ‘’
‘’ You know how I feel about you, when has it ever been a secret? ‘’
Your eyes trail off elsewhere, in the crowd, the tiger in the cage. Pacho takes a step closer, approaching again when you let him. His hand moves up, thumb touching your chin, fingers pressing on your jaw, gently bringing your gaze his way.
‘’ Only if you want. Think about it, ‘’ About everything, about what we could do together. ‘’ I won’t hold it against you if you don’t. ‘’
His thumb caresses your bottom lip, a touch for the road, a touch to remember. He smiles, softly, trying to smooth out the tension in your body.
‘’ Enjoy the party, okay? ‘’
He means it. Your tongue rolls around in your mouth, biting back words as you shake him off you. And then he leaves, simply because there is nothing else he can do, he walks to the car, drives to the hotel, home and then he waits. However long it would take.
.
One morning the phone rings, the one he keeps with him at all times, the one he reserves for your number only, no one else's. It feels heavy in his hand, burning through the skin, through his heart, he hadn’t heard from you for weeks now. It takes him a few seconds before he reacts, pressing the button and bringing the phone to his ear.
‘’ Pacho. ‘’
He hears the crackle of your voice over the receiver, flat, his name an acknowledgement, barely a hello. You had only called once after the party, mostly to yell at him, drunk and incoherent. A time when he could do nothing but listen and send a car to your house to make sure you didn’t accidentally hurt yourself. Something he still hadn’t received a thank-you card for, no apologetic phone call, just a deafening silence in return, no more late-night conversations, your side of the bed still cold.
He had thought you wouldn’t call again after that, not when you had been so angry, how you had told him that this must have been all a trick from the beginning. Like a snake, you had spit at him through the phone, trying to break the ranks, the long-earned trust.
Letting you plant doubt into my head at Miguel’s birthday was a mistake.
‘’ Are you there? ‘’
I am. He is, holding onto the satellite phone like his life depends on it.
‘’ I want you to listen very carefully, ‘’ You begin, ‘’ I’ll only say this once. ‘’
This call is moving too fast. Pacho knows this isn’t an apology, and frankly, he doesn’t expect one, but he had hoped you would have been a bit more forgiving, less strategic, less straight to the point. He hears you move around, doors closing and opening, probably at home from what has been reported to him lately.
‘’ Miguel will talk to Don Juan in Matamoros before your meeting. This is what you wanted, right? Information like this? Because this is the last time, I’m done, I’m leaving Mexico. ‘’
He feels like he has been stabbed, straight through the heart and pulled.
‘’ Why? Where are you going? ‘’
Come to me, he wants to say, I’ll fly you in, I’ll protect you.
‘’ Listen, I know you can one-up his deal. ‘’ Hair brushes against the receiver. ‘’ Miguel will know I ratted out the second he gets to your meeting, use it wisely. ‘’
‘’ Don’t hang up. Talk to me. ‘’
He calls your name through the phone, pleading, he knows how desperate his voice might sound, he knows he is. Tell me what happened, and I’ll take care of it. Pacho knows running away is your next step, hang up and disappear, leave and hide, but he won’t allow it, not when he can take you in and make sure you are safe.
In his arms forever at last.
‘’ Miguel wants Guerra to get into the cocaine business, if it works he’ll have leverage, and if the Caribbean corridor closes you’ll- ‘’
‘’ No. ‘’ He has to take a deep breath, remind himself to stay focused on the task at hand. ‘’ No, not that. What happened? ‘’
Why are you leaving? What did they do?
‘’ I- Pacho, I can’t stay on the phone much longer- ‘’
He holds the phone in a tight grip, sweaty fingers, gold rings crushing the plastic.
‘’ I am sending someone to pick you up. Don’t leave your house. ‘’
He can feel your hesitation over the phone, all the planning that would have to be thrown out the window, what it would mean to be seen by his side. This is not just business anymore to him, it hasn’t been for a long time.
‘’ I owe you that. Let me. ‘’
He had longed for this, a phone call, a letter, news of your well-being. A chance to save you, steal you away.
‘’ Okay. ‘’ You sound small, resigned. You know better than to refuse, ‘’ I’ll wait. ‘’
The second you hang up, Pacho is on the move, snapping fingers left and right, setting up cars, planes, whatever it will take to get you out. It scares him to death, the idea of you alone in Mexico, waiting for the other shoe to drop, waiting for someone to figure out something is wrong, to see if Miguel would act on it.
He has a different feeling this time, nothing hot or burning like before. It spreads through him, a searing pain. It isn’t jealousy anymore, fear perhaps.
Maybe it is, he realizes.
Letting you plant doubt into my head at Miguel’s birthday was a mistake.
Maybe it was.
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eddie x reader
they have their first argument about another girl
eddie : „wtf is your problem?!“
reader : „oh please, you we’re ALL OVER HER”
he starts getting louder and that’s when she falls into old habits from an old relationship, where the only way to calm her ex down was to give in, tell him he’s right and that you’re sorry, and that he should punish you for misbehaving.
she starts to get smaller and says “i’m sorry, i was wrong, you were right! ofc you were right!! you can do whatever you want with me, im sorry.”
and he’s like full on shocked and tries to understand what the hell is going on?! after some comforting, explanations are made and eddie assures that he’d never do such thing and that he loves her.
AN | Oh man, this hurts a little. But I really do think that Eddie would be so good and understanding and the best as always🥺🥰
Warnings | Language, Mentions of Past Abuse
Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader
Word Count | 2k
Masterlist | Main, Eddie
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Eddie had noticed that something was off from the time you’d gotten into his van after Corroded Coffin’s show at the Hideout. You’d left the shoddy bar without a word, following him outside into the cool evening air and to the vehicle. Normally you’d have been talking about the show, how it went, about anything and everything. But not tonight. Tonight you were silent in your seat, your body angled away from his as you stared out the window.
He’d tried speaking a few times, but his comments and questions had gone mostly unanswered as you only made a few noncommittal sounds. It slowly started getting to Eddie and before he knew he was white-knuckling it on the drive home. As soon as he parked outside his trailer, you jumped out and headed towards your own. The intention had been for you to spend the night at Eddie’s but you weren’t interested in anything of the sort. You just wanted to get away from him.
“Babe,” you heard him call after you but didn’t turn around, instead waving him off. His long legs quickly caught up to you and you felt him attempt to wrap his fingers around your wrist, but you pulled your hand away. This time you turned around and glared at him, “what is going on?! You’ve been acting like a fuckin’ ice queen since the show ended.”
“Gosh, I don’t know, Edward,” he winced at the same sound of his full name falling venomously off your tongue. He recoiled his touch as you crossed your arm over your chest, “why don’t you ask your new little girlfriend? You seemed to like her just fine!”
“What is that supposed to mean?” his eyebrows narrowed in confusion as you remained silent, “what is your deal? You just flipped all of a sudden!”
“My deal?” your voice raised an octave as your emotions ran wild and you tried to keep it together. You were halfway between tears and just anger, “you were all over that girl at the bar! All over her! Why don’t you see if she can come over and keep your bed warm tonight?”
“That’s what this is about?” he groaned as he scrubbed a hand over his tired face, “why the fuck are you so upset over it? All she did was buy me a drink!”
“And you needed to be all in her space to say thank you?” you hated how your voice cracked as you blinked back your tears, “she was all over you! She knew what she was doing and you knew just as well! And you didn’t bother to tell her you had a girlfriend. Thanks a fucking lot!”
“You’re being ridiculous!” his voice had raised and you flinched slightly at the sound. You hated the sound of yelling and suddenly froze in place, “I was just being friendly and thanked her for a drink! You must be blind if you can’t see that you’re the only one I have eyes for! I don’t care about anyone else!”
“Eddie-”
“Why would you even think that?” he was yelling now and you wished the ground would open up and swallow you whole, “you think so little of me?!”
“Eddie…” you felt tears run down your cheeks but shook your head softly.
“Huh?!”
“N-no,” you sniffled and stared at the ground, focusing on the scuffed tips of your sneakers, “y-you’re right. ‘m sorry, I was being stupid. You were right and I was being dumb.”
“I…babe-” his tone shifted when he realized that something was going on with you, “I-”
“I-I gotta go,” you wiped at the tears in your eyes and turned around again. You all but ran to your car, wanting nothing more than to go home and curl up under the covers. You’d run away so quickly that you didn’t even give Eddie a chance to say anything.
He watched you go, watched until your car was out of sight, wondering what had suddenly happened. Something had suddenly shifted within you and he had no clue why. But most of all, he felt guilty and disappointed with himself. Clearly his actions had caused your response and you regretted even raising his voice for a moment. He’d never hated himself more than in that moment. He hurt the person he loved most in the world.
“Fuck me,” he groaned at himself, “fuck.”
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You avoided Eddie at school the next day, something you had never done before. But as soon as you’d see him you’d go the opposite direction or duck into the bathroom. It was pathetic, you felt pathetic, but you weren’t ready to talk to him. Knowing him he’d find you at some point and want to talk things through. He was good about that, about working things out and talking about them, and it was one of the many things you loved about him. But right now you would have preferred to disappear for a while.
But ignoring him forever had never been an option, and he managed to find you in the library after school. You’d gone in the hopes that you could remain there for a bit after school in order to finish your homework. Eddie knew you well enough, however, and he walked in with a sheepish look on his face as he waved his hand in a small wave when you looked up at him.
“Hi sweetheart,” he whispered, keeping his voice low so no one else would be disturbed by his presence, “can we talk? Please?”
You hesitated for a moment but eventually nodded after a few tense beats of silence, slowly standing up and shoving everything into your backpack. Eddie led the way out and you trailed behind him, keeping a bit of distance between the two of you. He didn’t stop until he was at the secluded spot in the woods. He turned to look at you and he could see the worry and trepidation written all over your face as you say atop the old picnic table.
“Sweetheart,” he stood in front of you but left a comfortable space, refusing to push your boundaries and make things even worse, “I’m so sorry about last night. Really. I shouldn’t have raised my voice or yelled at you. That wasn’t right of me. I should have listened to what you had to say and respected that.”
“It’s okay,” you gave him a singular nod, allowing yourself only a quick glance at his eyes before looking away again, “I shouldn’t have said anything.”
‘It’s not okay,” he insisted, crouching down so he looked up at you, raising a hand to gently brush his knuckles against your cheek, “I should never yell, especially not at you. Why…what’s going on sweetheart? I think there’s more to this than you’re telling me. And I respect if you don’t want to tell me, but I also hope you know you can tell me anything. But I do mean that I’m sorry.”
“Eddie,” you’d subconsciously leaned into his touch, comforted by the feel of his rough fingertips and soft palm, “I don’t like yelling. Last night reminded me…it reminded me of a not so great time.”
“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked softly, moving to take a seat next to you. He reached for your hand and took in his, threading your fingers together and giving it a gentle squeeze, “only if you want to.”
“Yeah…I trust you, Eddie. My old boyfriend, he…he was very controlling,” you confessed softly, “he used to…he never physically touched me, but he used to raise his voice when he was mad. He always had to be right, and if I ever disagreed with him or said something he didn’t like he raised he’d get so angry. He’d call me all sorts of names and throw and break things and it really scared me. He kept me convinced that I needed him and couldn’t do better than him for a long time.”
“Oh sweetheart,” you could feel him looking, that soft expression in those big bambi eyes. This time you allowed the tears to roll down your cheeks and he tenderly wiped them away, “I’m so sorry you had to go through that. You didn’t deserve that, and you didn’t deserve how I acted. I hope you can at least accept my apology.”
“I do, Eddie. I know…I know you better than that,” you nodded before resting your head on his shoulder, “I know you’d never do anything to hurt me. I just…last night took me back to one of those moments, you know?”
“I can’t even imagine,” he sighed lightly, wishing he could go back in time to prevent what happened last night and to keep you from ever being subjected to anything bad. He just wanted to protect you, but he couldn’t even manage to protect you from himself, “I’m sorry, sweetheart. What I said last night though, that I’ve only got eyes for you is true though. I love you so much, angel. I’m sorry.”
“I know you do, Eddie. I love you lots and lots,” you turned to look at him with a small smile, “thank you for listening to me and being so understanding. You really are the best, you know.”
“Even if I was a jerk?”
“Yeah,” you giggled softly, a sound that went straight to his heart, “I was being a bit of a jerk too. I know you would never do anything with another girl, but I saw her throwing herself at you and it made me jealous, I guess.”
“You weren’t being a jerk,” he promised, gently taking your chin in his hand, “I’m yours baby - yours and yours only. I think it’s kinda hot that you get protective.”
“Eddie,” there was a real smile on your face now, breathtaking and beautiful as always, “of course you do, you dork! I’m yours too, always.”
“Good,” he placed a gentle kiss to your lips, barely even a kiss but more of a soft brush of lips and against yours, saccharine and dreamy, “I love you, sweetheart. I promise this will never happen again.”
“I know,” you whispered against his lips, “I love you too, Eddie. “
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So I have a lot of body shame because I'm mid size and curvy. Anakin with a curvy girl who has a bit of a tummy? 🥺
NEVER BE INSECURE BABY UR SEXYYY. I love curvy bodies they're so beautifullll. I'm kinda the same about my body but I'm learning to love it :) This inspired me to write a fluffy ass fic that rotted my gums from how sweet it is.
This isn't incredibly Anakin accurate I just wanted to make it really fluffy and sweet leave me alone 🥹
Breathtakingly Gorgeous
Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff
Word Count: 955
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This year's annual gala for the senate was a black-tie event. It was basic enough only requiring a simple dress. You’d chosen a pretty floor-length gown in a maroon shade. The colour accentuated your gorgeous features which is why it was your favourite. Unfortunately, the only thing you could notice was that it was a little tight around the tummy. Running your hands across your stomach you sucked in trying to take it all away with little success. Anakin pulled you from your trance with a low whistle. “Look at you sweetheart” He grinned walking over to hug you from behind. He squeezed you before pressing a light kiss against your cheek. “I think you should wear this dress every day” He whispered admiring you through the mirror.
His compliments seemed to leave your head immediately. He looked so handsome in his formal robes. Anakin was joining you at the gala since your relationship was no longer a secret. This was the first time he was attending an event as your husband. The way the almost silk-like tunic sat tight against his perfect body filled your head with even worse thoughts. Like whether or not he’d look so much better beside someone else. Someone like Padme she always looked so effortlessly beautiful. “Y/N?” Anakin whispered and you hummed. “What's wrong? Your eyes are sad” He frowned. You tried to create an excuse but the words were caught in your throat.
“I uh think maybe I’ll wear a different dress” You whispered. “What!? Why? This one is perfect, you look so delicious in it I already wanna have my dessert” He teased. The negative feelings continued to plague your mind, you couldn’t find humour in his words. “It doesn’t look good” You shrugged playing with the rings you wore, specifically your wedding ring Anakin hand-crafted you from your favourite gemstone.
“Talk to me” He encouraged. You replied with a shrug refusing to look back at him. “I just don’t like the dress” You lied. Anakin cupped your cheeks in his hands and kissed your nose causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach. The small affection reminded you of the first time he kissed you. How gentle and nervous he was about it. “What don’t you like about it?” He asked quietly. His breath smelt like spearmint toothpaste, every part of him always smelt so nice.
Anakin patiently waited for you to respond rocking you side to side. Your eyes filled with tears at the silence. When you didn’t reply he pulled you forward for a hug and kissed your forehead. “I don’t mean to upset you more baby but you’ve got fifteen minutes unless you’re gonna fake sick,” Anakin said stroking your hair. You sniffled into his chest. “I don’t like the way it looks on my tummy,” You told him. “Sweet girl you really gotta stop criticising your beautiful body,” He told you. “It’s not beautiful” “Yes it is, y’know I’m gonna have to beat you up for talking about my wife like that” He teased. You giggled a little wiping at your tear-stained cheeks.
You finally looked back up at him and he smiled. “Don’t you ever think you’d look a lot better beside someone…prettier?” You asked nervously. “Never baby don’t ever say that again. There is no one, I mean absolutely no one prettier than you. I’m so proud to be standing beside you as your husband today. For the first time, I’m gonna be Senator Y/L/N’s husband and I couldn’t be happier about it” He smiled. Hearing that made you want to cry even more. “I really love you Anakin,” You told him. “I really love you too honey” He grinned.
“You’re so absolutely divine love,” He whispered admiring you. “Now as much as I’d like to lay you down and show you how much I love you and your scrumptious body you have to go be a politician for a bit” He continued. “I know how excited you’ve been about the gala so you’ve gotta be my confident girl yeah?” “I’m just a little…embarrassed about it. I feel like they’re all gonna see it” You sighed. “It being your stomach?” He asked. You nodded. “Lucky for you everyone has a stomach and yours is just extra, extra sexy” He laughed. Anakin grabbed your shoulders and spun you around to look in the mirror once more.
Staring back at yourself you felt significantly less bad about how the dress looked. The way he was looking at you helped. Anakin has the most boyish smile across his face as his eyes devoured your body. He made you feel like a prize. “You are so breathtakingly gorgeous” He whispered running his hands up your sides. “Now you’re being corny” You giggled.
“I promise you when we get home I’m going to ravish you, unfortunately, we don’t have time to spare baby let’s go,” Anakin said. “Okay,” You nodded with a smile. “I can’t wait to show you off” He grinned making you blush as you put on your heels. “Really?” “Really” He replied handing you your clutch. “Thank you” You whispered before he wrapped his arm around your waist lovingly. “I love you Y/N” He grinned. “I love you more Ani” You replied leading him toward the door.
I might write a part two of love-making and body worship with sickly sweet anakin praise :)
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mmkayyyy now time for angsts 🤝
you and enzo know each other best. even after your next break-up with your most recent partner, he is the first person you call.
𐙚 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄, 𝐈𝐅 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔.ᐣ
ೀ amira speaks.ᐟ : on god,, author is self cringing at this, circus music pleaseeee 🤹♀️ its been months since I last wrote for Enzo, BUT i hope it was what you expected my darling babe, and that you enjoy it !! 🥺♡ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary : request above. ♡ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ word count : 811
˗ˏˋ ꒰ genre : hurt/comfort, slight angst, fluff, drabble. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ pairing : Enzo Vogrincic x (fem!)Reader.
All that time spent on your relationship. And what for?
All that endless love given, all the devotion you constantly offered blindly, almost tossing aside your own self merely to focus on your boyfriend— just for all of that to be thrown into a trash can so carelessly. The sweetness bought in your relationship turned into dust, slipping away from your life. It rapidly slipped away from your fingers, with each passing second.
Desperation could only linger in the present moment of your life. Desperation to get that harrowing, stinging pain in your chest to fade away. But it was easier for you to reminiscence on what it had been… On what it could have been, rather than letting go, as your now ex-partner had done. You were at the brink of losing your sanity, which currently hung from a thin, fragile thread.
Withdrawing yourself was the very first impulsive instinct overwhelming you. You were as if on a labyrinth— stuck in a constant limbo of pity, outrage, and self-loathing. Had you done something wrong to deserve this? No, you must have done something. How could those thoughts not gnaw your own head so dreadfully? It consumed you on the inside slowly.
Along the feelings of withdrawing yourself, in order to properly and fully process the event, came along the need to vent out all those built-up emotions. And who else could be better to attentively hear and comfort you, other than Enzo? The one and only who knew you best, as you knew him better than anyone else did.
And that was exactly what you had done as soon as you could free yourself from the brief shock of the situation— call for him. Whenever you called, he went to wherever you went, for whatever you needed.
“Ay, chiquita.” his voice softly muttered, noticing the state you were in. Good thing he always managed to visit you at home as quickly as possible. You could barely tolerate another second being alone, slowly drowned by sorrow. His mere presence already brought comfort, and all you could do at the moment, was lift your sight to stare at him with an almost pleading look in your eyes. “Come here,”
It only a took a second for Enzo to widely open his arms invitingly, and wrap them around your body rather tightly— allowing you to unconsciously throw yourself at him, embracing him back as firmly as you could. Your head rested against his chest gently, feeling as if all the emotions that had grown inside of you were beginning to be spilled out. It didn’t matter anymore if you allowed your tears to escape in front of him, not in such a disappointing moment.
“I’m sorry,” you mumbled weakly, faintly beginning to sob. You couldn’t help but think at the moment, just how silly your reason to cry was— but it really wasn’t, much less for him, who was willing to be your emotional support whenever you needed it. The warmth of his arms engulfed you tightly, pressing you against him.
The embrace was accompanied by a small little peck being placed on top of your head, his lips lingering on the spot for a few seconds before pulling apart slowly. “Why are you apologising?” you heard him asking, being very gently rocked to the sides with a soft movement. “You weren’t properly appreciated by someone you genuinely loved.” he continued, “You have all the rights in the world to feel sad, even upset.”
A weak smile quivered on the corner of your lips helplessly, a wave of comfort washed over the angsty emotions overwhelming you. This man knew exactly what to say to make you feel better. You even dared to say that not words weren’t always needed for him to be able to comfort you, but simply his mere presence.
“He didn’t deserve you, forget about him. You only bring the purest sweetness and love— a little piece of light amidst darkness.” a small scoff spurred from you, sniffing all the escaping tears away. “Thank you, but you only say that because you do love and care for me.” you joked, being answered back with another scoff. The sadness that had been lingering in the atmosphere managed to fade away leisurely.
“You’re right, but I also mean it. You don’t deserve any less of what you give.” the Uruguayan man retorted softly, placing his chin on top of your head. There was no denying that you were a special sweet little person in his life— how could he not constantly show it to you? It never mattered if you had to be reminded a thousand times of how much you were appreciated by him, he would still do it.
“I promise, I will always reciprocate all the affection you give. And I’ll show you, just how loved you are by me.”
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Tenth doctor x reader - just us
can i- can i- can I request another doctor x reader 🥹🥺🥺 like pretty please. I love him so much and I can't find many of him that don't have smut. Like maybe one w ace reader? - @nyxiethesimp 💜
Nobody said loving somebody was easy.
Because truth be told, love wasn’t easy. It wasn’t like the books, tv shows, movies or songs where your eyes met across the room and it was love at first sight.
Love was messy.
Love was chaotic.
And sometimes.
Sometimes, love was painful, like it was now, not only for you, but for the doctor.
He was watched you be taken right in front of his eyes, no way to find you, no way to contact you, just the hope that somehow you would be okay.
For you it was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, but that didn’t stop you.
The doctor was used to aliens, and fighting in space, but when it came to you, it was like it all left his head.
Even when he found the aliens that took you, there was no signs of you, but there was signs of the transportation system going straight to earth.
But there was no way he could search every inch of the planet, even if he did have the TARDIS try to find you.
If you were on the move it would make it ten times harder to even get a pinpoint on the rough location you would be in.
But that didn’t stop him.
He went to all of your favourite places, places you knew, and went back to your flat every now and then to make sure it was clean.
He was waiting for you to come home.
He was hoping for you to come home.
Every morning and every evening he would stand outside your door just waiting.
Maybe he was going mad.
Maybe he had lost his mind in desperation for you to return to him, maybe it was just part of his daily routine now.
He wasn’t quite sure.
But like every morning he made his way to your door and stepped outside, breathing in the cold morning air as he pulled his jacket around him tightly.
Lights from passing cars lit up the street, but other than that, it was quiet.
He watched as the lights passed by, and he saw a figure slowly walking down the road but thought nothing off it, not until the light hit the mysterious wonder.
He didn’t need to be up close to you to recognise you immediately.
You must of spotted him because you broke out into a run, and he ran over to meet you halfway, picking you up and spinning you around as he held you tightly.
“Bloody hell (Y/N)…” he whispered.
He set you down to get a good look at you.
You were dirty, and looked exhausted.
“Come on.”
He noticed you seemed in pain walking, so he picked you up and carried you inside, setting you on the sofa as he rushed around.
He got you something to drink, some food, ran you a bath, got you the warmest clothes he could find.
Once he was sure you were warm and okay, he sat next to you, holding you tightly in his arms.
“I’m so sorry…” he whispered.
“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have run away.. I.. I should’ve stayed..”
“It’s not your fault.”
You sighed a bit.
“It is.. I.. I panicked.. I ran away.. I shouldn’t have..”
The doctor let go of you, turning so he could look at you and you sniffled a little, tears in your eyes.
“What matters now is you’re okay…”
He smiled, leaning forward he kissed your forehead.
“I’m just glad you’re okay…”
The doctor pulled you in for another hug.
He couldn’t bare the thought of anything happening to you, and he made a promise to himself that he wasn’t going to let you out of his sight again.
You laid there quietly for a while.
“So… it doesn’t bother you..?”
“Not at all, of course it doesn’t bother me. It’s normal, you know all throughout history there was asexual people.”
“There was?”
The doctor beamed.
“Of course there’s was silly, so there was no need to run away, maybe when you’re better I can show you some.”
“I’d like that.”
You rested your head on his chest, listening to his duel heartbeats.
You had panicked when you told him about you being asexual, because you weren’t sure how he was going to respond.
But now you were going to stay by him, and trust him on everything, because you did trust him, and you wanted to be with him
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