#I’m so damn tired and bored
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i NEED movie studios to get comfortable with killing characters again
#g talks#so tired of all the supposedly high stakes with no proof#like#you’re gonna tell me any minute someone could die#and nobody does?#but I’m supposed to be scared someone could#knowing damn well you won’t follow through?#it happens every time and I’m just bored#mine#/mobile#/okay to reblog
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seems the cynical designer in my head has come out to play
#marzi speaks#can i say. i’m tired of canva design#i’m TIRED of it !!!! it all looks the damn SAME#canva is a great way to get something that looks polished made quickly.#but if you are designing for a living you HAVE to be able to be creative enough to use other things#like . canva is great for people who don’t have formal design training but want to make something nice#it’s beginner-friendly#so why do so many formally taught designers love to mimic its design style in everything they do#i’m so SICK of it it’s so like. faux-friendly and nothing. the cardboard cutout of design styles#am i saying it’s visually unappealing? no.#but it IS overused currently. and it’s been around for years. boring . no personality.#when i design things i want them to be unique. i want them to catch the eye#i don’t want the fucking 50th .#abigail font adobe illustrator plants in the background ‘look at how much we care’ design#i hate that shit it means nothing to me. it’s so boring
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Wtf was that trailer
#yeyarants#fire emblem#feh#fire emblem heroes#hello???#I’m so tired of 3 houses#now watch me try to spend orbs on Dimitri#I’m a fucking clown I know#just getting Dimitri and dipping#don’t care about the other ones#ok but the Byleth duo is just boring af#come on now#ok but Yunaka being the only Engage character in the banner is so weird#what is she doing there?#girl I’m sorry you’re with the wrong people#they could have literally added Yuri#I guess Yunaka replaced him#damn and I thought it would be a 3H + Engage banner#weird ass balancing#Claude TT+ is something I guess#sorry really confused about it#what happened to the 4* units?#are they gone now?#I was about to celebrate Dimitri being the 4* one before seeing the skills#feh wtf are you turning to#I’m so tired of 3H but I won’t say no to a Dimitri alt#I’m biased I know leave me alone
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Looking through some old posts n stuff and just. @ past me dude if u struggle that much to convince urself ur friends care because they show such little empathy and put no energy into the friendship it’s not you being crazy it’s they actually don’t care and it’s time to find new people
#I know to some extent my brain will think people just don’t care#but god they really are just. never there#I don’t think I’ll ever really get past how quickly they got bored of me and stopped visiting in the psych ward#how quickly people stop pretending to care when you don’t magically improve overnight#just. friends should care about you and be there for you#if they’re literally watching you be abused and don’t bother to even ask if you’re okay#that’s not a friend#when I stopped being the one to start every interaction I don’t hear from them for weeks if not months and counting#I even pointed out that I was the only one to ever reach out and it bothered me asked if they were upset or anything#and I just got brushed off and the pattern continued#half the time I never got a response in anything I said either#even group chats my messages would be ignored entirely and they just start talking about something else#as if I was never there#and I’ve known them since freshman year of highschool#I wanted to believe they cared#but the older I get the more I realize how many people just keep me around to use#one of them genuinely wouldn’t ever even try to talk to me or anything#only interactions were in group chats and still never directed to me#until her birthday came around each year#I was only remembered when they had something to gain#ironic I’ve never gotten a real birthday#they were always too busy for me#ghost rambles#I’m so tired of being used and brushed off#I’m tired of not mattering to people I give everything to#especially when before I realize I’ll spend months if not Years damn near idolizing them
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Ugh
#so I’m in this class for a certification right#it’s dull AF#IM BORED OUT OF MY SKULL#this is through the unemployment office so it’s free and focused on how to get a job/keep a job#I can hold a job thank you I just couldn’t get employed regardless of my effort#of course now I have a job and I’d much rather be working an additional shift instead of doodling in my notebook#it’s aimed at the lowest common denominator#those kids in high school who always fucked around and then couldn’t get a job at McDonalds kinda denominator#which is fine! but I wish I had been told that this med receptionist class isn’t actually learning about what the job entails#but rather the most basic fucking skills for interviewing and maintaining a job#attendance positive attitude don’t steal supplies from your job 🙄#like….im the youngest person in my class (I’m 27) and it’s really hard to not just ask my teacher for the damn certificate#so I can get the fuck out#it won’t happen but god damn if only it could#personal#I’m tired of this class#I wanna be done#OH and there’s a stupidly long graduation ceremony#like this is high school graduation or some shit#just give me the damn paper#I don’t even want to be a receptionist anymore#or anything to do with the medical field#I wanna be a park ranger or something along those lines#I wanna physical job#I wanna work in nature#I don’t want to wear ‘business professional’ attire who gives a shit#my clothing doesn’t reflect my ability as a worker#get fucked
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“just ditch it already.”
sukuna practically whines, watching you hunched over your desk that was covered with various papers and textbooks, and you were scribbling away in a notebook, eyes darting back and forth between the words.
you groan, “i told you, i have a final in two days.”
“so? you still have two whole days to study,” he says, crossing his arms as he lounges on your bed.
you turn to look at him, a scowl on your face, “fuck off.” you huff and he smirks.
“come on baby, i haven’t spent time with you for nearly two weeks.” he says and you roll your eyes, “jeez, who knew you were so clingy?”
he frowns, “i’m not clingy.”
“sure.” you hum, still focused at the work in hand.
a few moments pass and silence before he's calling out your name in a quiet murmur, “are you done yet?” he asks.
“no, i'm not even halfway done.” you sigh, “listen, i promise i'll spend time with you as soon as i'm done with this chapter, okay?”
he grumbles something incoherent under his breath and slumps back on your bed — thirty minutes pass and he watches as you let put a sigh of relief.
“you're done?” he asks, a bit enthusiastic.
“yep, made some flashcards.” you say, holding a stack of flashcards in your hand, “will you help me?”
he rolls his eyes, “fine.” he says as you join him on the bed, “bur you owe me.”
“yeah yeah,” you huff, handing him the flashcards for him to read the questions out for you.
a few cards and minutes later he lets out a loud sigh, “can we take a break?” he asks, and you frown at him, “ryo, there are only a few cards left.”
“yeah, but this is getting so boring. how are you not tired yet?” he says, sighing dramatically once more.
wow, he could really be a drama queen if he wanted to.
you suppress a giggle and he shoots you a nasty glare before you watch his eyes light up as if having a light bulb moment.
“tell you what,” he begins, “for every question you get right, i get a kiss, yeah?”
“no.” you deadpan, and before he could whine about why, you continue, “you know damn well it won't end at just kisses.”
“how low do you think of me?” he asks, feigning offense.
“i don't think low of you, i’m just being realistic.” you say.
“come on, it won't hurt for you to try.” he says, “besides, it'll make this so much less boring.”
after a bit more convincing, you finally gave in, opting to give him a soft peck for every question you got right.
of course, it didn't end there.
that's how you found yourself under him on your bed, with his lips latched on to the soft skin of your neck, your flashcards discarded somewhere and the only thing you can focus on is the way his hands wander all over your body, caressing and pinching at the soft skin.
“fuck you, ryomen.” you murmur breathlessly and you feel him smirk against your skin.
“anytime.”
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✧. ┊ 5 TIMES YOU SAT ON NANAMI’S LAP
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── .✦ nanami kento x gn!reader
s4w, fluff, cuddling, teasing, petnames, hand feeding, ooc nanami, sitting on nanami’s lap
⤷ nanami’s lap is your favourite seat. luckily for you, he is fine with being your…chair.
based off this post
a/n: #needthat #wantthat #sexyman #hotguy
[_____] = your name
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1 - NAP TIME
The rain droplets pelleting on the living room windows is what wakes you up, along with the deep chuckle of thunder that follows shortly afterwards.
One second it was all sunny with bright skies and now, it is dim and dark, and the only light in the room emanates from the television.
You do not remember putting this show on. You don’t remember falling asleep on the couch, either.
“Oh, look who’s awake.”
You sit up and there Nanami is, sitting opposite you on the couch, in his comfortable loungewear.
“Hey, I was watching that…” You mumble tiredly. A yawn escapes you. You rub your eyes.
“You were asleep when I came back, you know.”
“Yeah but…” you trail off. “When did you even come back?”
“An hour ago. I was excited to get my ‘welcome home’ kiss but instead, here you were; fast asleep and snoring like a bear.”
“I do not snore like a bear!”
Nanami grins and rests his back on the couch. “Don’t I get my kiss now?”
“…You called me a bear.”
“No, I said you sounded-“”
“Yeah, whatever, that’s the same thing.”
“Well, not r-“”
He’s interrupted by your unexpected crawl across the couch and sitting in his lap, covering the both of you with a blanket.
You rest your head on his shoulder.
“Do i still get my kiss-“”
“Oh shut up.”
2 - OFFICE HOURS
A knock on his door shocks Nanami out of his focus. “Come in.”
His office door opens and you appear, wearing your baggy pyjamas and dragging a blanket across the floor.
“_____…I’ve told you that you don’t need to knock. You’re the only other person who lives here.”
“Yeah, but it seems rude to just barge in so…” you waddle towards his desk where he sits, papers scattered all over his desk, “What are you doing?”
“Just some paperwork. Nothing interesting.”
“Yes, I know that part.” You respond to his last two words. “There’s a calculator…”
He lets out an amused huff. “What brings you here then?”
You shrug. “‘M bored…wanted to see what you were doing.”
“Sorry to disappoint, but I don’t think my paperwork will entertain you very much, baby.”
“Well…” You start. “I’m not exactly here for the paperwork…”
You’re now stood right beside Nanami and you peek at his empty lap.
Nanami notices. Nanami sighs.
He tucks out of his desk, just enough for his lap to be shown, and he only has to pat his thighs twice before your hopping right into it.
“Comfortable?” You shuffle in his lap, looking for the right position. It’s found, and you lean back to rest your back against his wide chest, blanket covering you legs.
“Yeah, I’m comfy.”
Nanami kisses your temple, and goes back to completing his work, which lulls you to sleep due to how absolutely boring it is.
3 - OVERTIME
Nanami heard keys fiddling with the door while he is on his laptop in the kitchen. He hears a loud, annoyed groan.
Must have been a long day for you.
Shoes are thrown onto the floor, along with your bag and your coat is flung onto the rack.
You trod to the doorway of the living room and Nanami’s sees how tired and disheveled you look.
“Hey, sweetheart.”
You only respond with a grumble.
“Hard day?”
Another grumble from you.
“Do you want to tell me all about it?”
A jumpy grumble clambers out of your mouth as you dash over to him and plop down on his inviting lap.
“Ugh, Kenny…these people…”
He rubs circles on you back, gently coaxing the complaints out of you.
“They’re so…they’re just so stupid.”
Nanami can’t help but chuckle at your bluntness and your genuine sadness at your coworkers’s stupidity.
“Seriously, they are! And don’t even get me started on that damn boss.”
So Nanami listens to you rant about your dumb coworkers while he just relishes in having you sit in his lap.
4 - GATHERINGS
On the rare occasion that you and Nanami organise a friend and family gathering, this time in the form of a barbecue, it is a success.
More people than you were both expecting showed up and your backyard was filled with music, friends, family members, chatter, kids running around and the smell of mouth-watering, flavourful meat.
The gathering lasts from noon until late evening, at which most people have left and the only ones who still lingered were close friends.
“Kento.” You walked up to where he sat on the outdoor couch, speaking to one of his work colleagues whose name you have forgotten. Something beginning with a ‘H’, you think?
“Hey, sweetheart.” He pauses his conversation to talk to you. “Are you tired?”
You were tired. You had been preparing the food, offering the food, playing with the kids, speaking to guests and now you feel the weight of all your hard work.
“I did not expect that many people to show up…”
“No, me neither. You did a great job, baby.” He huffs with a shake of his head. He then spreads his legs, more than they already are. “Do you want to rest?”
You are in in lap before he even finishes his sentence. Seriously, he does not finish his sentence.
He smiles at your urgency, admiring how cute you look curled up in his lap, your cheek squished up against his chest.
He takes a knitted blanket and throws it over your body, protecting you from the slight chill in the night air.
Nanami continues to speak to his friend, quieter now that you’re here, and caresses the back of your neck.
5 - BREAKFAST
“Kento, I’m- what’s all this?”
After spending a short time searching for Nanami, you find him outside in your colourful, shared garden. He sits on the garden chair, and on the medium-sized round table is a well prepared, delectable breakfast.
“Hm? Oh. This is breakfast.”
“Breakfast? But Kenny, I-“” You look down at your phone, checking the time, “I have to get to work-“”
“Call in late.”
You frown. “But-“”
“It’s such a nice morning, isn’t it?” He looks to the sky, taking a sip of his tea before looking at you. “Spend it with me.”
Well, he wasn’t wrong.
It was warm outside with beams of sunlight peaking through the gaps of the blooming blossom tree Nanami is stationed under. A gentle breeze curled through the air, the harmonic birdsong twinkled in your ears and the aroma of sweet-scented pastries wafted under your nose.
It did not take much to convince you.
“Okay. I’ll stay, but remind me to leave in thirty minutes.”
Nanami exhales and smiles, all soft and tender. “I’m glad. Come here, take a seat.”
Your stomach rumbles as you walk to sit in the garden chair opposite Nanami. He stops you.
“Where are you going?”
“Uhm…to sit down?”
“Oh, no, no…come sit on Kento’s lap, sweetheart. I want you to try this danish pastry,” he breaks off a piece so you can have some, “it’s my mother’s recipe.”
Ignoring your heart skipping a beat at how he referred to himself, you sit on his thigh, and he wraps an arm around your hip. He holds the piece of pastry to your mouth.
“Try a piece.”
You open your mouth and allow him to place it on you tongue, you lips briefly touching his fingertips. You laugh a little, flustered as you chew on the sweet treat. He licks his fingertip, the same one your lips touched.
“Do you like it?”
“Hmm! It’s very sweet!” You are glad you said yes to this. Work could handle you being a little late.
“Good.” Nanami shuffles forward in his chair, bringing you closer to the table of food. He kisses your shoulder and runs his hands up and down your waist. “Come on, eat up. You have a long day ahead of you.”
Nanami did not remind you to leave in those thirty minutes.
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#i like making them refer to themselves in third person#it makes me crazy 😵💫#nanami x reader#nanami x you#nanami fluff#nanami x y/n#nanami x gn!reader#nanami x gender neutral reader#nanami kento x reader#nanami kento x you#nanami kento x y/n#nanami kento x gender neutral reader#nanami kento fluff#kento nanami x reader#kento nanami x you#kento nanami x y/n#kento nanami fluff
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#happened to wake up at 4am and my first thoughts are of our fight#and my mind starts to play out him ending our friendship like some kind of intrusive thought#and just the idea of him leaving me is enough to damn near send me into hysterics#my chest is tight and my throat hurts and I’m pushing back the tears#we haven’t even gotten to that point yet and we may or may not ever get to that moment#and yet I’m having this horribly visceral reaction#I just had a breakdown like two days ago for other reasons so why am about to break again#is it the shame and the guilt making me think like this?#all I want is to go back to sleep but my body wants to turn into a wreck#I somehow turned into my mother and that’s killing me too#I watched her make these same stupid mistakes in real time and I made so much fun of her back then#and now I’m ashamed because I just became another version of her doing the same stupid shit#I knew better from the beginning but I let things happen anyway#maybe because I was desperately lonely or bored or some other third thing at the time#and now I just feel so foolish because look what it’s all turned into#sometimes I wish he’d never come into my life at all because look at how he’s changed me and fucked me up#but I’m stuck so deep now because he’s everything to me#he’s my best friend and he knows so much about me and he’s entrenched himself into my life#I’m just so tired of shit like this happening#I’ve learned enough lessons to last a lifetime#when can I have something real that can actually be mine?#I’m tired of going through this#I’m tired of pain and longing and sorrow and depression and anxiety and stress#I’m tired of all of it#sometimes I wish I were just dead instead of stuck dealing with this shit all the time#I guess if he left I wouldn’t have to keep guarding this stupid secret so closely#I’d be free in a sense and could just open up and tell whoever and get my closure in that way#it’s going to be a very long day it would seem#personal
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BET | love and deepspace
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⟡ tags : underground boxer! sylus + reader — sylus isn’t afraid of going all in when it comes to you.
ミ★ content warning : fem! reader uses she/her prns, mentions of blood & injuries, mentions of female anatomy as well as male anatomy, oral fem! receive, gentle to rough sex, pet names like bby, dove, kitten, honey, 5.0K WORD COUNT
you step into the dimly lit underground boxing gym, the air thick with the scent of sweat, cigarette smoke, and leather. it’s a seedy place, hidden in the heart of the city’s most notorious neighborhood, where the law doesn’t dare to tread. the crowd tonight is a mix of rough characters - bikers with gang patches on their jackets, local gangsters with glares and expensive watches, shady high-rollers in suits looking to place big bets on the illegal fights.
as you navigate through the throng of people, you spot him in the corner, preparing for his match. sylus - the man who happened to be your ex-boyfriend . . oh, and only the most feared bare-knuckled boxer in the underground circuit. he was a sight to behold, all rippling muscles and newfound tattoos, with messy silver hair that gleamed under the fluorescent lights. you watch as he methodically wraps his hands, his intense red eyes focused on the task.
your history with sylus is complicated, to say the least. you met him two years ago at a biker rally, drawn to his bad-boy charm and undeniable charisma. he swept you off your feet with his daredevil antics on his custom harley and his smooth talking ways. but sylus’s world was always filled with danger, violence, and illegal activities. as the leader of onychinus, the city’s most notorious motorcycle club, he ran an empire built on illicit evol weapons, protocore deals, and underground fighting.
at first, the thrill of it all was intoxicating - the adrenaline rush of riding on the back of his bike, the wild parties at the onychinus clubhouse, watching him dominate in the ring. but as time went on, you grew tired of the constant chaos and the fear that one day, sylus’s risky lifestyle would catch up to him. you wanted stability, a future - things that sylus scoffed at. ‘i live in the moment, babe,’ he would say with that infuriating smirk. ‘and right now, all i want is you.’
but it wasn’t enough. six months ago, after a particularly brutal fight that left sylus battered and bleeding, you reached your breaking point. you told him you couldn’t watch him destroy himself anymore, that you needed more than he could give you. sylus, stubborn and proud as ever, refused to change. ‘this is who i am,’ he growled. ‘so take it or leave it.’ so you left, walking away from the man you loved, determined to build a life free from the violence and uncertainty.
now, seeing him again after all this time, you feel a mix of emotions stirring within you. anger, hurt, frustration . . . but also a undeniable pull of attraction and longing. as if sensing your presence, sylus glances up, his red eyes locking with yours. a slow, confident smirk spreads across his handsome face as he saunters over to you, the crowd parting before him.
“well, well. look who it is,” he drawls, looking you up and down appreciatively. “didn’t expect to see you here tonight, [★]. come to watch me dominate the ring as usual?”
you scoff and cross your arms, determined not to let him see how much his presence affects you. “i’m not here for you, sylus. i’m just here to collect on some bets.”
he chuckles, a deep, rich sound that sends shivers down your spine. “sure you are, sweetheart. keep telling yourself that.”
sylus takes a step closer, invading your personal space. he smells like musk and sandalwood, a scent that brings back memories of stolen moments and passionate nights. “i miss you, you know,” he murmurs, his voice low and intimate. “everything’s been so boring without you around to keep me on my toes.”
you try to stay strong, but you can feel your resolve wavering. damn him and his charm. “i’m not here to rehash the past, sylus. what do you want?”
his eyes glint with a challenge. “make a bet with me - when i win the championship belt tonight, you give me another shot. a chance to prove that we’re meant to be together.”
you laugh in disbelief. “you can’t be serious. we’re done, sy. i’m not falling for your games again.”
“who says it’s a game?” he counters, his expression turning serious. “i know i messed up, [★]. i wasn’t ready before, but i am now. i want you back in my life. i need you.”
you hesitate, torn between your lingering feelings and your better judgment. sylus is a force of nature, wild and untamed. being with him is like dancing on the edge of a razor - thrilling but dangerous. can you really risk your heart again?
“and what do i get if you lose?” you ask, buying yourself time to think.
sylus flashes you a cocky grin. “you know i never lose, kitten. but if by some miracle i do . . i’ll leave you alone. for good. unless you decide you can’t resist me and come crawling back.”
you snort at his arrogance, even as a part of you wonders if he might be right. sylus has always had a hold on you, an undeniable magnetism that draws you in against your will, “fine,” you hear yourself saying, almost as if from a distance. “you’ve got a deal.”
his grin widens, triumphant. “get ready to come back to where you belong, [★] - with me.”
the crowd starts to get louder, chanting and cheering as the lights flicker and dim. it’s almost time for the main event - sylus’s championship fight. he starts to walk towards the ring, but pauses and turns back to face you.
“watch closely now, honey,” he says with a wink. “i’m about to show you what you’ve been missing.”
with that, he strides away, his movements graceful and predatory. you watch him go, your heart pounding in your chest.
what had you gotten yourself into?
as the crowd’s chanting reaches a fevered pitch, sylus steps into the ring, the picture of coiled power and raw aggression. his opponent, a hulking brute known as ‘the mauler’, glares at him from across the mat, pounding his meaty fists together in a show of intimidation. but sylus just smirks, unfazed. he’s taken down bigger, badder fighters than this guy.
the referee calls them to the center, going over the rules - not that there are many in the underground circuit. “no biting, no eye gouging, fight ends with a knockout or tapout. keep it clean . . ish. touch gloves and come out swinging!”
sylus bumps his taped fists against the mauler’s, staring him down with those intense red eyes. then they’re backing away, the air crackling with tension as the crowd falls silent in anticipation.
the bell sounds and the mauler charges forward with a roar, swinging wildly. but sylus is too quick, too skilled. he slips and weaves, dodging the heavy blows, letting his opponent overextend himself. sylus fires off a rapid jab - cross combo, snapping the mauler’s head back and drawing first blood from his nose.
the big man snarls and redoubles his efforts, trying to use his size to his advantage, to trap sylus against the ropes and pummel him. but sylus is like smoke, always just out of reach. he targets the mauler’s weak spots with surgical precision - a knife-hand to the solar plexus to crush his wind, a heel kick to the floating rib, an elbow smash to the jaw.
each blow lands with devastating impact, chipping away at the mauler’s formidable stamina and sending the crowd into a frenzy. they chant sylus’s name like a war cry, thrilling at the sight of the chiseled, tattooed demigod of the ring in his element.
you watch in breathless awe, pulse racing, body heating. damn him. he’s magnificent like this - a perfect fighting machine, all fluid grace and controlled violence. it’s enough to make you forget why you walked away, to let yourself imagine those powerful hands on your body once more . .
a pained grunt snaps you back to the moment as the mauler finally lands a solid hit, a haymaker to sylus’s ribs that sends him staggering. your heart leaps into your throat. but sylus just shakes it off with a feral grin, spitting blood and bouncing on his toes as he beckons for more.
they trade blows in a brutal, lightning-fast exchange, neither giving quarter. the mauler is flagging but still dangerous, pure grit keeping him on his feet. sylus bleeds from a cut over his eye but barely seems to feel it, an unholy light in his gaze as he scents victory.
he presses his advantage with a dizzying flurry of strikes, driving the mauler back . . back . . until he’s pinned against the turnbuckle. sylus hammers his torso without mercy - left hook to the liver, right uppercut to the chin, again, again. the mauler’s knees buckle and sylus steps back, letting him crumple to the canvas.
the crowd erupts as the ref counts it out. at “ten,” sylus throws his hands up in triumph, basking in the adulation. his eyes find yours across the room and the heat in them makes your breath stop. in three long strides he’s out of the ring and hauling you into his arms, crushing his mouth to yours in a searing kiss.
for a moment, you forget where you are. forget the mob of rowdy spectators whistling and catcalling. forget every reason you swore you'd never let him back into your heart. all you know is the demanding press of his lips, the steel - cable strength of his blood-slicked body, the intoxicating rush of his victory and your surrender . . .
“looks like i won our bet, babe,” he says smugly, smirking down at you. “hope you’re ready to pay up.”
you scowl, hating how easily he affected you. “one. drink. that was the deal.”
sylus touches his tongue to the seam of his split lip, gaze roving hungrily over you. “oh, i’m just getting started.”
he drags you through the throng of well-wishers and sycophants, his grip on your hand unbreakable. outside, the night air is cool against your overheated skin, charged with tension and the distant growl of engines.
sylus leads you to his pride and joy - that sleek demon of a harley crouched by the curb. the way he straddles the throbbing machine is blatantly sexual, all hard muscles and black leather. he jerks his head at the space behind him.
“c’mon - you know the drill, hop on.”
your hesitation lasts a mere heartbeat before you throw a leg over the bike and wrap your arms around his waist, molding yourself to his back. the rumble of the engine between your thighs and the furnace heat of his body shreds the last of your resistance.
your hesitation lasts a mere heartbeat before you throw a leg over the bike and wrap your arms around his waist, molding yourself to his back. the rumble of the engine between your thighs and the furnace heat of his body shreds the last of your resistance.
then, sylus kicks off and you’re flying, the city lights a neon blur as he opens the throttle. your pulse pounds in time with the roar of the pipes, excitement and desire a heady drug in your veins. by the time he screeches to a stop outside a dingy saloon on the outskirts of town, you’re dizzy with need.
inside, the bar is a den of sin and swagger, all scuffed leather and polished chrome and clinking bottles. eyes follow sylus with a mix of fear and reverence as he stalks to a booth in the back, one possessive hand at the small of your back.
he orders a whiskey, neat, and your favorite poison, not bothering to ask what you want. at your raised eyebrow, he shrugs.
“i remember.”
two words. but the weight of history and unspoken emotion behind them squeezes your heart. your fingers tremble slightly as you raise your glass in a mock toast.
“to your victory. and my reckless wager.”
sylus’ gaze is molten as he clinks his tumbler against yours, gaze holding you captive over the rim as he tosses back the smooth liquid. the slight burn of the alcohol is nothing compared to the smolder of his stare.
“what are we doing, sy?” you ask into the charged quiet, liquid courage loosening your tongue. “why now, after all this time?”
a muscle ticks in his jaw. he looks down, spinning his empty glass, broad shoulders rigid with tension.
“i fucked up.”
his voice is low, raw with a vulnerability you've never heard from him. your breath snags.
“i thought i needed the rush, the rep, the respect. and yeah, maybe i did, for a while. but none of it meant shit without you.” slowly, giving you every chance to pull away, he reaches for your hand — lacing his scarred, tape-wrapped fingers with yours, “i was a coward. i pushed you away because i was scared shitless of how bad i wanted you - needed you. needed your strength, your goodness. you made me want to be better. and it truly fucking terrified me.”
his grip tightens, almost painfully. anchoring you to him.
“losing you . . it broke me, [★]. made me realize that the only thing i’m actually afraid of is living without you.”
sylus swallows hard, his throat working. when he looks up at you, his eyes are blazing with fierce intent.
“i know i don’t deserve another shot. i know i need to earn back your trust. but i swear to whoever may hold my fate, if you give me a chance, i will spend every waking day proving that you’re my whole damn world.”
your heart is a wild bird in your chest, frantic and yearning. you search his face, finding only sincerity and aching tenderness beneath the bruises and blood.
“i never stopped loving you,” you confess, voice breaking. “no matter how hard i tried to hate you . . i couldn’t let you go.”
sylus makes a rough sound, halfway between a growl and a groan. then he’s kissing you, deep and urgent and saying everything he can't put into words. you fall into him, all hunger and desperation, the levee finally breaking on the flood of your need.
“take me home,” you gasp into his mouth, fingers curling in the sweat-damp silk of his hair.
“i thought you’d never ask, dove.”
the anticipation is a living thing as sylus speeds through the lamp-lit streets, the throaty growl of his harley between your thighs a heady reminder of the man commanding the machine. by the time he pulls into the cavernous garage beneath his loft, your body is humming, every nerve ending alight with need.
sylus is on you the moment you dismount, crowding you back against the rough brick wall, his large frame enveloping yours. his kiss is searing, possession and passion, strong hands gripping your hips as he grinds into you. you moan into his mouth, fingers scrabbling for purchase on his leather-clad shoulders, craving more.
“been dreaming about this,” he rasps against your lips, his voice like gravel and whiskey, igniting heat in your veins. “having you back in my arms, in my bed. fuck, [★], need you so bad it's like a sickness.”
“then take me,” you breathe, emboldened by the blatant hunger shining in those crimson eyes. “i’m here, sylus. i’m yours.”
something animalistic unfurls behind his gaze, a primal sort of satisfaction that has you clenching with want. in a burst of movement, he hoists you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his lean hips as he strides purposefully to the industrial elevator that will carry you to his domain.
the short ride up is a haze of frantic kisses and roving hands, two years’ worth of pent-up longing seeking outlet. by the time sylus kicks open the door to his loft, you’re both panting, clothes askew and lips kiss-bruised. he carries you straight to the bedroom, a cavern of shadows and silver moonlight spilling across rumpled black silk sheets. when he lays you down in the center of that decadent expanse, the reverence in his touch steals your breath. his battle-scarred fingers shake slightly as they skim over your curves, learning you anew.
“so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, crimson gaze tracking hungrily over your body like he's committing every detail to memory. “can’t believe i almost lost this . . lost you . .”
“never,” you whisper fiercely, reaching up to cup his angular jaw. “i’m here, sylus. right where i belong. and i’m not going anywhere.”
he turns his head to press a fervent kiss to your palm, the heat of his breath making you shiver as his lips graze your fingers — and ever so gently, he bites. then slowly, deliberately, he divests you of your clothes, unwrapping you like a gift. you echo his actions, baring him inch by glorious inch to your avid gaze.
sylus’s body is a work of art, all chiseled muscle and inked skin, a roadmap of violence and survival. you take your time tracing the ridges and hollows, the scars and scrolling tattoos, familiarizing yourself with this new landscape of him. he shudders beneath your questing touch, eyes fluttering shut, a low rumble building in his chest.
“[★],” he grits out, and fuck, how you’ve missed the way he says your name, guttural and raw, like a prayer and a plea. “please, baby . . need to taste you.”
“yes,” you hiss, already aching, empty. “please, sylus.”
granted, he descends on you like a man starved, that talented mouth charting a path of fire over your sensitized flesh. he maps every curve and valley with lips and teeth and tongue, each nip and suck and lap stoking the inferno building in your core.
when he finally settles between your trembling thighs, the first bold stroke of his tongue punches the air from your lungs, your spine arching involuntarily. he groans in appreciation, strong hands splaying your thighs wider, opening you fully to his voracious appetite.
“fuck, i missed this,” he rasps against your slick folds, the vibration of his words making you keen. “missed the way you taste, the sounds you make when i devour this sweet cunt. could feast on you for hours, little one . .”
you whimper breathlessly, one hand fisting in the sheets, the other tangling in his silver hair, holding him to you. sylus takes the encouragement for what it is, sealing his mouth over your aching flesh and suckling greedily. stars erupt in your eyes, pleasure rioting through your veins as he works you ruthlessly, adding clever fingers to his oral assault. he curls them just right, rubbing that secret spot that has you seeing god, all while his wicked tongue paints obscene promises on your clit.
“s-sy, fuck!” you wail, back bowing, thighs clamping around his ears as he drives you higher and higher. “oh god, yes, just like that! don’t stop, please, i’m gonna’ cum . . fuck, baby-”
he doubles his efforts, a man possessed, growling his own pleasure into your core. “that’s it, my love,” he urges gutturally between long, lewd licks. “go ahead and give it to me, wanna’ feel you drench my face, want you gushing on my tongue . .”
his filthy encouragement hurls you over the edge with a strangled scream, release slamming into you like a freight train. you shatter spectacularly, pulsing and clenching around his thrusting fingers, slick gushing into his eager mouth as he works you through the most intense orgasm of your life.
when you finally drift back down to earth, aftershocks still rippling through you, sylus is grinning up at you wolfishly from between your thighs, his beard glistening obscenely with your essence. “fucking incredible,” he rumbles, pressing a soft kiss to your still-twitching center. “could watch you fall apart on my tongue forever and never get tired of it.”
“get up here,” you demand breathlessly, tugging him to you. he comes willingly, settling his considerable bulk over you, caging you beneath miles of warm, hard muscle.
you claim his mouth in a filthy kiss, moaning at the taste of yourself on his lips and tongue. he responds with matching hunger, hips rocking into the cradle of your thighs, the thick ridge of his erection a brand against your sensitive flesh.
“please,” you whimper into his mouth, nipping at his bottom lip. “need you inside me, sylus. been too long, i want it . .”
“fuck,” he snarls, the words seeming to snap his restraint. “far too long, honey. be patient, you know i will.” slowly, giving you time to adjust, he notches himself at your entrance and pushes forward, gasping harshly at the tight, wet heat of you enveloping him. “goddamn,” he grits out through clenched teeth, forehead pressed to yours. “silly me. i almost forgot how fucking perfect you feel. like coming home.”
“yes,” you moan, reveling in the familiar stretch and burn of his thick length entering your body. “missed this so much . . missed you . . love you, sylus, so fucking much.”
“i love you too,” he rasps, pulling nearly all the way out before surging back in, starting a deep, rolling rhythm that has your toes curling. “i never stopped, never will. you’re only for me, [★]. only me.”
you lose yourselves to the timeless dance, bodies moving in perfect synchronicity, rediscovering every perfect angle and hidden sweet spot. sylus takes his time, building you back up with long, measured strokes, whispering words of worship into your skin, branding you with his love.
“so good,” he groans, hitching your leg higher on his hip, sinking impossibly deeper. “could stay buried in this tight little pussy forever. never wanna leave.”
“don’t.” you gasp, fingers clawing at his flexing back, desperate for more. “stay — harder, sylus, fuck me harder. wanna’ be able to feel it tomorrow.”
with a low, approving growl, sylus complies, snapping his hips faster, driving into your yielding body with the piston precision of the machine he rides. the wet, obscene slap of flesh fills the room, punctuated by your escalating moans and cries.
“i’m not gonna last,” he warns, rhythm faltering. “too good, too fucking good. tell me you’re close, baby . .”
“s-so close,” you pant, the coil in your belly wound to the breaking point. “just a little more - fuck, right there, sy . . o-oh my —”
sylus hammers into you, grunting with the effort, sweat sheening his skin. he wedges a hand between your straining bodies, finding your swollen clit and rubbing tight circles. “cum on my cock,” he demands, voice strained. “let me feel that pussy grip me, milk me . .” his words are your undoing, hurling you into oblivion with a keening wail. your inner muscles seize around him, rippling and fluttering, trying to pull him deeper as you drench his driving length in release.
“fuck, yes!” sylus roars, pistoning wildly, chasing his own end. “gonna’ - ah, shit, kitty, i’m cumming!” his climax overtakes him with a force that borders on violence, his cock jerking and pulsing as he spills himself deep in your still-spasming core, painting your inner walls with thick ropes of his seed. you mewl weakly in blissed-out overstimulation, aftershocks rolling through you as he fills you to the brim.
finally spent, sylus collapses onto you, taking care not to crush you with his bulk. you cuddle as sweat and other fluids cool on your skin, hearts gradually slowing in tandem. he’s still stuffed deep inside you and you clench involuntarily around his now-softening length, loving the way he groans, overused nerves sparking. “keep that up and we’ll be going again real soon,” he warns playfully, nuzzling into your neck.
you huff a laugh, carding your fingers through his damp hair. “yeah, yeah,” you tease. “we’ve got time now, sylus. all the time in the world. i’m not going anywhere.”
he raises his head to look at you, crimson eyes soft and full of wonder. “damn right you’re not,” he rumbles, pressing a tender kiss to your lips. “i’m never letting you out of my sight again. you’re stuck with me now, sweetheart.”
“eh, could be worse,” you quip, grinning up at him. “i think i can handle being stuck with you. it’s only forever, after all.”
“forever,” sylus echoes solemnly, like an oath. “i like the sound of that. you and me. binded as one.”
“ . . . and loving each other stupid every chance we get,” you finish impishly, wiggling your eyebrows.
he barks a laugh, the joyful, uninhibited sound making your heart soar. “oh, that is definitely part of the plan,” he assures you, a wicked gleam in his eye. “gotta’ make up for lost time, don’t we?”
“mmhm, that we do,” you agree readily, warmth suffusing you. “better get started on that. forever’s not getting any longer.”
“as my lady commands,” sylus murmurs, capturing your mouth again as he begins to stir inside you once more.
and as passion ignites anew, the promise of countless tomorrows enfolding you like a benediction, you know this is just the beginning of the ups and downs.
because this love, tempered by loss and longing, by time and truth . . it’s unbreakable. a bond that even the harshest trials will only serve to strengthen.
and with sylus by your side, his heart in your keeping as surely as yours rests in his scarred and steady hands . .
. . you know you can weather any storm.
forever, and then some.
★ SUGUGASM 2024 | please don’t copy, translate or share my work on other platforms without my consent. tagging @ramonathinks <3
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Vi, Jinx, Sevika and Caitlyn (separate) with an s/o who self harms? I couldn't find any rules on your pinned page, so sorry if this violates anything!
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SELF HARM CONFESSIONS
Arcane woman x f!reader
Synopsis: How arcane woman (Vi, Jinx, Caitlyn, Sevika, Ambessa, Mel, Grayson) would react when they find out that you cope with your mental struggles through self-harm and respond with different types of comfort as a result.
Request: Anon 🤍
VI
Vi had always been observant. Her years in the Lanes taught her to read people, spot dangers, and sense when something wasn’t right. That’s why, as much as you tried to hide it, she noticed.
You were seated at the kitchen table, mindlessly picking at the hem of your sleeve unconsciously while Vi leaned against the counter, arms crossed. Her brows furrowed, her red hair glowing faintly under the warm kitchen light.
“You’ve been quiet lately,” she started, her voice soft yet probing. “And don’t tell me you’re just tired, babe. Something’s up.”
You froze, keeping your eyes downcast. “I’m fine.”
“Don’t give me that,” she pushed, stepping closer. “Talk to me, sweetheart.”
Her use of the pet name chipped away at your resolve, but you stayed silent. Then her hand was on yours, her calloused fingers tugging your sleeve up. You flinched, trying to pull away, but she was faster. Her breath hitched as her eyes landed on the faint scars and fresh marks that littered your arm.
“Sweetheart,” Her voice cracked, breaking through your defenses. Tears welled in your eyes as you pulled your arm away, hiding it in your lap.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered, the words tumbling out like a confession. “I didn’t know how else to—”
“Don’t,” she interrupted, her tone firm but not unkind. She crouched in front of you, placing her hands on your knees. “Don’t apologize for this. Just why didn’t you tell me?”
You bit your lip, unable to meet her gaze. “I didn’t want to be a burden.”
Vi let out a shaky laugh, one filled with disbelief and heartbreak. “A burden? Babe, you’re my whole damn world. I’d carry whatever weight you’re holding if it meant you didn’t have to feel like this.”
She wrapped her arms around you, pulling you into her chest. You sobbed against her, and she held you tighter, her fingers running through your hair.
“We’ll figure this out,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “You’ve got me, okay? You’re not alone, and I want you to know that.”
JINX
Jinx had been watching you closely for weeks. Her scatterbrained nature didn’t stop her from noticing the way you winced when she grabbed your arm or how you avoided her eyes when she asked if you were okay.
That night, she cornered you in her workshop. The dim lighting cast shadows across her face, her wide blue eyes boring into yours.
“Alright, spill it, toots,” she said, hands on her hips. “What’s going on with you?”
“Nothing,” you mumbled, trying to sidestep her. But Jinx wasn’t having it. She grabbed your wrist, gently but firmly, and tugged you closer.
“Liar,” she teased, though there was no humor in her voice. “You’re hiding something.”
When she rolled up your sleeve and saw the faint scars, her playful demeanor evaporated. “What… what is this?” she whispered, her voice trembling.
Tears filled your eyes as you tried to pull away. “It’s nothing. Just forget it. I told you, it’s nothing.”
“No way,” she said, her voice wavering. “It’s not nothing, sugarplum, and neither are you, because I know that you are probably thinking that right now to do this. You’re my favorite person.”
The sincerity in her voice made your tears spill over. “I’m sorry, Jinx. I didn’t mean—“
“Shh,” she cut you off, pulling you into a tight hug. “Don’t be sorry. Just promise me you’ll tell me when you’re feeling like that, okay? I’ll never judge you for something like this. We’ll figure it out together, step by step, even if they’re small.”
You nodded against her shoulder, her chaotic energy melting into a rare moment of calm as she held you, lightly rubbing your back.
CAITLYN
Caitlyn had always prided herself on her investigative skills. So when she started noticing the long sleeves you wore in the heat of summer and the distant look in your eyes, she knew something was wrong.
She confronted you one evening in the parlor, her hands folded neatly in her lap as she watched you fidget.
“Darling, is there something you’re not telling me?” she asked, her voice gentle but insistent.
You hesitated, but her sharp eyes didn’t miss the way your hands gripped your sleeves. Without a word, she reached out, brushing her fingers over your wrist.
“Please,” she said softly. “Let me in, tell me what is wrong, dear.”
The tears came unbidden as you rolled up your sleeve, revealing the scars. Caitlyn’s eyes widened, her lips parting in shock, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she leaned closer, taking your hands in hers.
“Oh, my love,” she murmured, her voice breaking. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t want to disappoint you, and I was scared of how you might see me because of this.” you whispered.
Caitlyn shook her head vehemently, her grip tightening. “You could never disappoint me. You’re the most important person in my life. Please, let me help you.”
She pulled you into her arms, holding you like you might break. “We’ll get through this,” she promised, her voice steady. “I’m sorry you’ve felt like this for so long, my love.”
SEVIKA
Sevika wasn’t one to pry, but when she noticed the scars on your arms during a rare moment of intimacy, she couldn’t stay quiet.
“What’s this?” she asked, her voice low and measured as she traced the faint lines with her prosthetic fingers.
You tried to pull away, but her flesh hand caught your wrist. “Don’t,” she said, her tone soft yet firm. “Talk to me.”
Tears welled in your eyes as you couldn’t hold it back anymore, knowing that you were already painted red, so you confessed, your voice shaky. “It’s just… sometimes it’s too much.”
Sevika didn’t speak for a long moment, her eyes locked on yours. Then she pulled you into her lap, wrapping her arms around you protectively.
“Listen to me, doll,” she said, her voice steady. “I don’t care how messy things get—I’m here for you. Always, mk?”
She lifted her hand and lightly cupped your cheek, her expression becoming even more sympathetic as your eyes swelled with unshed tears. “I’ve been through my own rough shit and I get how it is, all tiring, always frustrating, but I promise you aren’t alone.”
You cried into her chest as she stroked your back, murmuring soft reassurances. “You’re my girl,” she said, pressing a kiss to your temple. “And I’m not letting you go through this by yourself, doll. I promise.”
AMBESSA
The sound of the door opening made your heart drop into your stomach. You hadn’t expected Ambessa to return so soon. You froze, the small blade still clutched in your trembling hand, red droplets forming at the edges of the fresh cut on your arm.
“Dove?” Ambessa’s voice echoed through the room, low and firm, tinged with the warmth she reserved only for you. You scrambled to pull your sleeve down, your movements clumsy with panic, but it was too late.
Ambessa stood in the doorway, her sharp eyes narrowing as they landed on you, taking in your pale face and the way you hastily tried to hide your arm. She stepped forward, her heavy boots thudding against the floor, and you instinctively backed up, bumping into the edge of the desk behind you.
When she saw how scared you were, skittish and small, she immediately looked confused and worried. “What were you doing?”
You stayed quiet, clenching the hem of your sleeve as you stared down. “Nothing, love, just waiting for you.”
“Let me see,” she said, her tone calm but commanding.
“No,” you stammered, clutching your arm protectively. “It’s nothing. I’m fine.”
Ambessa didn’t respond immediately. Instead, her eyes darted down to the faint stain of blood that had soaked through your sleeve. Her jaw tightened, and she exhaled sharply through her nose.
“Dove,” she said again, softer this time, her voice trembling just slightly. “Please, let me see.”
You hesitated, tears welling in your eyes as you slowly loosened your grip and allowed her to gently take your wrist. She pushed the fabric of your sleeve up with careful fingers, revealing the fresh cut alongside the faint scars of others that came before it. Her eyes moved over the marks, her expression unreadable.
For a moment, the room was silent except for your shallow breaths. Then Ambessa knelt before you, taking your hand in hers. Her usual unshakable confidence seemed to waver as she looked up at you, her golden eyes glistening.
“Why, dove?” she asked softly, her voice thick with emotion. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
You shook your head, biting your lip to stop it from trembling. “I didn’t want you to think I was weak,” you whispered, barely able to meet her gaze.
Ambessa let out a low, shaky breath and reached up to cup your cheek with her free hand. Her palm was warm, grounding against your skin. “Weak?” she repeated, almost incredulous. “You’ve survived so much, little dove. There’s nothing weak about you. But this?” She gestured gently to your arm. “This isn’t something you have to face alone, nor do because it seems like the only reliever.”
Tears spilled down your cheeks as you broke down, your shoulders shaking with sobs. Ambessa immediately pulled you into her arms, holding you close to her chest. Her embrace was firm but gentle, her chin resting on the top of your head.
“I’m sorry,” you choked out, clutching at her shirt.
“No, dove,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to your hair. “Don’t apologize. Just let me help you. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”
Her words wrapped around you like a safety net, her steady presence making the weight you’d been carrying just a little easier to bear. She rocked you gently, her strong hands rubbing soothing circles on your back.
“We’ll get through this together,” she whispered, her voice as steady as her resolve. “I’ll fight every battle with you, dove. You don’t have to bleed alone.”
You nodded weakly against her chest, your tears soaking into her shirt as she continued to hold you like you were the most precious thing in the world. Because to her, you were.
MEL
Mel had a way of drawing the truth out of people, her natural elegance and empathy making it impossible to lie to her. When she first noticed the scars on your arm, a fleeting glimpse as you adjusted your sleeve, she didn’t say anything. Not right away. Instead, she observed, waiting for the right moment to approach you.
That moment came one quiet evening in her private study. You’d been sitting together in silence, the golden glow of the lamps illuminating her features as she worked on a painting.
“My love,” she began, her tone casual yet deliberate, “I’ve noticed something. Will you talk to me about it?”
You stiffened, your heart pounding. “What do you mean?”
She set her brush down, turning to face you fully. Her gaze was gentle, but it pierced through every wall you’d built. “I saw the scars, darling,” she said softly. “You don’t have to hide them from me.”
Your breath caught, and tears filled your eyes but you held them back as you stammered, “I—I don’t know what you are talking about, love.”
Mel crossed the room and knelt in front of you, taking your hands in hers. “Y/N, my love, you do know that you don’t have to hide this from me, yes? I know it may be a sensitive topic, and I get if you are not ready to fully talk about it, but I hate to see you hurt yourself.”
You stared down at her as the tears stung to far and started trailing down your cheeks, causing you to choke on a sob. “I—I just didn’t want to see how weak I am, especially if it makes me do this.”
Mel paused, looking at you with a look of disbelief and love. “Weak? My love, you are not weak for surviving through the pain in your own way. I just want you to know that you don’t have to do it alone, not anymore atleast.”
She brought your hands to her lips, kissing them tenderly. “I want to help you, however I can. You are everything to me.”
Her words broke through the dam, and you sobbed as she pulled you into her arms. “You’re safe with me,” she whispered, stroking your hair. “Always.”
GRAYSON
Grayson was the epitome of calm and collected, especially due to being an enforcer. Her steady presence made you feel safe, but it also made it hard to open up about the pain you carried. Still, she wasn’t one to ignore when someone she loved was struggling.
She first noticed when she brushed against your arm during a casual hug, her keen eyes catching the slight flinch you tried to hide. Grayson didn’t say anything then, but later that evening, right after shift as you sat together on the couch with a cup of tea, she addressed it.
“Darling,” she began, setting her tea aside. “I’ve noticed something, and I need you to be honest with me.”
You froze, your cup trembling in your hands. “What do you mean?”
Her eyes softened as she reached out, placing a hand over yours. “I saw the marks, love. You don’t have to explain if you’re not ready, but I want you to know that I’m here for you.”
Tears pricked at your eyes, and you glanced at her before looking down at your wrists. You could feel the pain rise just from looking at the area, but the reminder that it helped.
Slowly, you took a breath and whispered, “I didn’t want to worry you. You’re always so strong, and I didn’t want to bother you with this.”
Grayson’s expression shifted, a flicker of heartbreak crossing her face. She set your cup aside and pulled you into her arms, her embrace gentle yet firm.
“Oh, darling,” she murmured, her hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. “You’re never a bother to me. You’re the most important thing in my life.”
Her calm voice washed over you like a balm. “Whatever’s hurting you, I want to be here. Whether it’s listening or talking with you about other options, I couldn’t care less, as long as you know that we are doing it together.”
You sobbed against her, and she held you tighter, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “I love you,” she whispered, her voice steady. “More than anything. And I’ll always be here for you.”
A/N: I honestly got a lot of requests for this, and I know that it might be a very sensitive topic for some people. However, for however it touches on a more personal level, I hope that you guys are okay and know that you are enough (and hoping this was able to comfort you a little).
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Okay real talk, does anyone think I can beat Margaret in P3P without being level 99? Or having my party members be lvl 99?
#look i’m so tired of grinding#imm so bored of it i’ve been doing it for weeks now#i just wanna beat her then nyx and finish the damn game#i’m starting to lose it#mine
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𝑓emale 𝑟eader ⟡ 1874 words / fluff , established relationship ✶ skinship , kissing ! ( click for more ) — @kstrucknet & @k-films & @sgz-net
alternatively ───── when they pull you on their lap.
myung jaehyun.
you’re sitting on the couch, the room bathed in dim light, and a movie is playing. a movie you’ve both seen a hundred times, but you never seem to get tired of it. even though you know the entire plot by heart, with every scene memorized, you’re still so engrossed. jaehyun, however, had grown bored within the first five minutes, now fidgeting with the sleeves of his hoodie, hoping you’d notice and do something to entertain him. but you’re too focused on the screen, completely unaware of his subtle signals.
any other night, jaehyun would’ve been able to get through the movie with ease. usually, you’d be cuddling him, or letting him rest his head on your lap while you played with his hair. but tonight, you’re on the other side of the couch, and jaehyun’s patience is running thin. he needs your attention, and he needs it now.
he scoots a little closer, but you don’t even glance at him. he scoots even closer, still no response from you. finally, he can’t take it anymore. with a small whine, he tugs at your shirt, making you finally turn to face him.
“what?” you ask casually, not yet realizing what he’s up to.
another tug at your shirt, more insistent this time. “jaehyun, what—”
before you can finish, he pulls you onto his lap, catching you completely off guard. you land on his lap with a surprised yelp, and before you can protest, he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. he buries his face in your neck, nuzzling his face against your cheek. “this is better,” he mumbles, his lips brushing your skin as he places a few open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone.
it’s hard to argue with him when he’s holding you like this. so you just bite back a giggle, melting into his embrace and resting comfortably against your boyfriend’s chest.
park sungho.
you’re pacing back and forth around the room, rambling for what feels like forever, hands moving animatedly as you explain new ideas for a project you’re working on. sungho’s head is starting to pound from watching you move around like a damn pendulum, your energy practically buzzing in the air.
just when you pass by him again, he can't take it anymore. he reaches out, hooking an arm around your waist and pulling you into his lap. his arms secure you in place, pulling you close, and he rests his chin on your shoulder, breathing softly against the skin of your neck. “you’re making me dizzy,” he mutters, his tone light but his hands gently resting on your hips, a calm anchor against your whirlwind energy.
you’re still talking, but now your voice is softer, less intense. his warm breath against your neck makes it hard to focus. you can feel your heart do a little flip in your chest as you try to concentrate, but it’s nearly impossible with sungho staring at you, looking up at you with those big doe eyes that are full of admiration and something else—a softness that makes your stomach flutter.
you can’t help but smile, the words slowing down as you realize how much you’ve been rambling, your heart racing a little faster under his steady gaze. “sungho,” you murmur, and his arms tighten around you slightly, as if he’s making sure you stay right where he wants you.
“i’m listening,” he says, his voice low and a little teasing, but there’s no mistaking the tenderness in it as he looks up at you with that lovesick expression. and for a moment, everything else fades away. nothing matters except for the way he’s looking at you, holding you in his arms, making you feel like you’re the only thing in the world worth focusing on.
lee riwoo.
you’re pouting, arms crossed as you tap your feet against the ground impatiently, clearly upset about something. maybe it’s something silly, like a text you didn’t get a reply to, or someone stealing your food that you were looking forward to eating. whatever it is, riwoo can’t help but notice the way your lips are puffed out. it’s cute, but it’s also driving him crazy.
"hey," he says softly, patting his thighs. "come here."
you glance at him, a little surprised by the sudden request, but before you can protest, he’s already reaching out and pulling you into his lap, his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you in close. the warmth of his embrace sends a little shiver down your spine, but you’re still too focused on your pout to fully let go.
"riwoo," you mutter, trying to squirm away, your blush spreading quickly across your cheeks. "i’m fine. i don’t need you to—"
"shhh," he cuts you off gently, his hand coming to rest on your lower back, keeping you exactly where he wants you. "you’re fine right here, okay?"
“hey, let me go,” you say, but it’s half-hearted, because being this close to him feels nice.
“nah,” he says with a grin, his fingers lightly tapping on your side. “i think you like it. besides, you know i can’t stand it when you pout.”
you roll your eyes, but you can’t fight the small smile tugging at the corner of your lips. he pulls you a little closer, making sure you stay exactly where he wants you. “now stop being all grumpy. i can’t handle it.”
you finally stop squirming, relaxing into him, and he just grins, clearly satisfied with himself. he playfully pinches your side, the mood light, and for the first time today, you forget whatever it was you were upset about.
han taesan.
you were mad at taesan for whatever reason—maybe he forgot to do a chore you asked him to, maybe he left the toilet seat up, or maybe he forgot to kiss you goodnight last night. it didn’t really matter. all taesan cared about right now was making it up to you. he’d do anything to get you to talk to him again.
he was sitting in his chair, working on the new album, but the ideas just weren’t coming. he didn’t even care about the damn song anymore; all he cared about was getting your attention. you were in the same room, doing mundane tasks here and there, but not once did you glance at him. he let out a frustrated sigh, fed up with your cold shoulder. the silence between you two was driving him crazy, and he couldn’t focus on anything else.
finally, he pushed back in his chair and leaned forward, grabbing your wrist with a gentle but firm tug, pulling you towards him. “taesan,” you gasped, caught off guard as he tugged you back, your knees hitting the chair before you ended up in his lap. your breath hitched at the sudden shift, and before you could even react, his hands locked around your waist, holding you firmly in place as if he wasn’t going to let you go anywhere.
“can’t believe you’re giving me the silent treatment,” he said with a pout, his lips brushing against your shoulder before resting his chin there. his eyes met yours, and with a small smirk, he asked, “you’re not mad at me anymore, right?”
how could you be?
kim leehan.
you were just finishing up the last touches of your makeup, standing in front of the mirror with a brush in hand, trying to apply just the right amount of blush. the room was quiet, only the soft hum of music in the background. you thought you were alone, but the door creaked open, and before you could turn around, you felt the weight of someone’s gaze on you.
a small smile tugged at your lips. leehan had a way of sneaking in unnoticed, always so sure of himself. you kept your focus on the mirror, pretending not to notice him at first.
but you could feel his eyes on you, tracing every movement. was he doing it on purpose or just caught up in how you looked? you couldn’t tell.
after a moment of silence, you glanced over your shoulder and raised an eyebrow. “are you just going to stand there and stare?” you teased.
he didn’t flinch, just grinned. “just admiring my pretty girl.”
before you could respond, he was already walking toward you, slow and sure, and within seconds, you found yourself being pulled into his lap. you gasped slightly, surprised by the sudden move, but your heart skipped a beat when his arms wrapped around you, pulling you snugly against his chest.
"leehan, what the hell—" you started, but the words died in your throat as he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, then your temple, and then your jaw.
“you look so beautiful,” he murmured between each kiss, his lips lingering against your skin, making you shiver slightly at the softness of his touch.
you tried to pull away, but his hold on you was firm. "leehan, I’m trying to finish," you muttered, but the soft kisses he was placing along your neck had you melting into him, your resolve weakening with each one.
"you’re already perfect," he whispered, placing a kiss right beneath your ear. “no need to rush, I just need a little more of you.”
you rolled your eyes, though the playful smile tugging at your lips betrayed you. "you're ridiculous," you sighed before finally relaxing into him.
kim woonhak.
woonhak had been grumpy all day. ever since he came home from work, it had been one sigh after another, banging doors, and muttering under his breath. you decided to give him space, not wanting to push him further, especially when you weren't sure what had set him off. so you sat on the couch, reading your book, trying to stay out of his way.
but then, without warning, woonhak flopped down beside you on the couch, pulling you onto his lap with a low grumble. you were caught off guard, your book slipping from your hands as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. you instinctively squirmed, surprised by the sudden shift in his mood. he'd been in such a sour mood all day, and now here he was, acting like he couldn't get enough of you.
"hey," he murmured, his voice low and warm against your skin. "i think i need a little attention from my favorite person." you couldn’t help but chuckle at the way his voice softened, a stark contrast to his earlier grumpiness. his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close, and his lips brushed against your cheek in a light kiss.
you tried to shift, attempting to regain your personal space, but he just tightened his hold, pulling you further against him. "what are you doing?" you asked, voice half-amused, half-confused.
"shh," he said, a playful glint in his eyes. "you know i can’t stand it when you're all distant. now, relax." you rolled your eyes, a small smile tugging at your lips despite yourself. there was no resisting him when he got like this—soft, warm, and just a little needy.
"fine," you mutter, rolling your eyes, but you can’t resist resting back against him, a smile tugging at your lips.
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part 1 ┊ part 2
bodyguard!toji was just like before.
even though you thought the recent events might make things more intimate between you two, nothing had changed.
“good evening, ma’am.” he greeted you in that deep, masculine, and commanding voice that affected you more than you’d like, opening the backseat door for you.
“thank you, fushiguro.” without even glancing at him, you got into the backseat. ever since what had happened in your dressing room a week ago, you’d barely been able to look at his face, let alone into his eyes. looking into those eyes only made your heart race even more.
those large, calloused, and rough fingers…
this wasn’t good. not at all. he was the last person you should be thinking about, especially in such ways. he was your bodyguard, and you were just the woman he was assigned to protect—nothing more.
“we can go.” you hadn’t even noticed when he opened the door on your left and sat beside you. when he gave the command to driver, you turned your head toward him for a moment before quickly shifting your gaze back to the window.
at least tonight, you’d get a chance to relax. you were heading to a nightclub to drink with your friends. there’d be plenty of attractive men there too. plenty of distractions.
even if your bodyguard was by your side.
damn it. there was no escaping him. neither physically nor mentally. it had all started because of that damn zipper.
“are you alright, ma’am?” the voice of the man haunting your thoughts broke through, pulling your gaze away from the view outside. he didn’t look particularly worried, but he could tell you were lost in thought.
“yes. just a bit tired, that’s all.”
“i see, ma’am.” his eyes left yours, returning to the view ahead.
it was one of your usual moments—short, two-word exchanges devoid of any curiosity.
“then why are you going to the club, ma’am?”
okay, maybe he was a little curious.
“i-i like to have fun,” you said, blurting out the first and only reason that came to mind.
“when people are tired, they usually rest, ma’am.” though he wasn’t looking at you, his attention was fully on you.
so he could give advice, huh? “are you trying to play doctor, fushiguro? besides, the best cure for exhaustion is more exhaustion.”
he finally looked at you. “i’m not a doctor, ma’am. i’m just saying that normal people rest when they’re tired.”
you laughed, running your fingers through your freshly styled hair to fix it. “being normal is boring. when i’m tired, i always dance more—it shakes off all the exhaustion and boredom. you should try it sometime.”
your bodyguard didn’t laugh. not one bit. he simply stared at you with that same blank expression. “i’ll keep that in mind, ma’am,” he said, before turning his gaze forward again.
you felt an unexpected pang of disappointment as the conversation ended. you wanted him to keep offering advice, to pretend to be all wise so you could brush it off and annoy him with your responses. maybe then, things would feel a little lighter between you two.
but clearly, today wasn’t that day.
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“the best thing your father ever did for you was hiring a bodyguard who looks this hot and dangerous,” your close friend said with a giggle as you both sat in the club’s private booth, sipping your drinks.
“oh god, suki, he’ll hear you.” you quickly covered her mouth and glanced at your bodyguard, who was standing nearby, scanning the surroundings. he didn’t seem like he’d heard anything.
“i didn’t say anything bad. besides, admiring beauty is a virtue.”
“i hope you stick to just admiring.” leaning closer to her, you lowered your voice. “don’t hit on him and let him do his job.”
suki’s eyes widened dramatically as she set her drink down. “girl, you’ve got it bad for him!”
why was her voice always so loud?
“suki, please don’t shout…” your eyes found your handsome bodyguard again, checking if he’d heard. but toji was still standing there with his hands clasped behind his back, calmly watching the room.
finally, suki decided to lower her voice and leaned closer. “you never mentioned this before.”
“i didn’t mention it because there was nothing to mention.”
“past tense. there was nothing. alright, spill it.” suki wouldn’t let it go until you told her everything.
you sighed in frustration. “there’s not much to tell. just… small sparks, let’s say.”
“did you two hook up?”
“OF COURSE NOT!” your voice came out louder than intended, betraying your emotions. you cleared your throat and spoke in a normal tone. “no. nothing happened, and nothing will happen. he’s my bodyguard. plus, he’s way older than me.”
“a hot older man.”
“that doesn’t change anything. nothing can happen between us, and it won’t. end of discussion.” you took a sip of your drink, letting the burn soothe your nerves.
“you know, i think he actually cares about you. every time we come to the club, he gets rid of anyone who flirts with you and makes sure you don’t drink too much.” suki picked up her drink again and leaned back against the luxurious couch.
“that’s his job, suki. he’s not doing it because he cares. do you think he wants to get scolded by my father for not keeping me in check?”
suki took a sip and shrugged casually. “it’s just a guess, but every time i glance at him, he seems to be watching you intently. and when guys try to dance with you, even the polite ones, he looks like he’s ready to kill them. feels like a bit much to me.”
you’d never noticed him watching you. every time you glanced at him, his eyes were everywhere but on you. if he ever looked at you, it was probably just to see if you were drunk. toji wasn’t the kind of man who would desire someone like you. his job was to keep you out of trouble, nothing more.
“even if he’s just a man doing his job and doesn’t want you, he’s managed to keep you in check. right now, you’re only on your second drink, and even though he’s keeping all the guys away, you haven’t wanted to talk to or dance with any of them. the old you would be unrecognizable right now.” suki stood up. “so maybe your father’s plan worked. you used to complain about it, but these days you seem pretty happy, miss former party girl.”
yes, you were happy. you didn’t want to drink more, and none of the men who approached you mattered. because the man you wanted was already standing right there.
even if he never said a word.
suki walked over to toji and gestured toward the dance floor. “this restriction doesn’t apply to me, right?”
without looking at her, toji replied, “you’re free to do as you please, ma’am.”
suki shot you a grin before running off to the dance floor to join the blond guy she’d been eyeing.
while sitting alone and thinking over what suki had said, you suddenly heard that deep, masculine voice that sent a shiver down your spine. “you’re not having much fun, are you, ma’am?”
you turned to look at him, realizing he still wasn’t looking at you. “nuhh… maybe i should’ve listened to you and rested like normal people do, fushiguro.”
his scarred lower lip twitched upward for a moment. he seemed pleased that he’d been right. “being normal isn’t always bad, ma’am. more dancing or partying isn’t always the answer. sometimes, it’s just an escape.”
it had always been an escape for you. the pressure your family placed on you to be perfect was something you could only forget through alcohol and the attention of strangers. people from families like yours all did the same thing—because a little alcohol and fleeting attention felt like the solution. no rules. no expectations.
but it was also incredibly foolish.
“for a long time, i just wanted to party and sleep around with whoever came my way, just to forget everything for a while.” you looked out at the people on the dance floor. “it was so easy being that carefree, reckless girl. but now, it just feels… empty.”
“having fun is nice, ma’am, but if you stay drunk and dancing forever, you’ll go through life without even realizing how tired you are.”
you laughed at his life advice and stood up, walking over to him. you figured a little closeness wouldn’t hurt, so you stood in front of his large frame. “bodyguard, doctor, and now philosopher? what else are you good at, fushiguro?”
toji tilted his head down to meet your gaze, his eyes filled with a different kind of desire—one you’d seen in your dressing room. he leaned in close, his warm breath brushing against your ear as he spoke. “there are a lot of things i’m skilled at, princess. especially a special technique i use for relieving exhaustion.” he paused, his lips grazing your earlobe deliberately. “but trust me, you wouldn’t want me to use it on you. because if i did, you wouldn’t even be able to feel your legs.” as soon as he finished, he pulled back.
everything about this moment felt like déjà vu. you felt just as stunned and speechless as you had after what happened in the dressing room.
his lips were a thousand times softer than his hands, and you needed to feel them against your own.
“do you want to go home, princess?”
“yes.” with your answer, his hand found your waist, guiding you toward the exit.
bodyguard!toji was a man who did his job well. you still didn’t know if he truly cared about you, but one thing you did know was that he wanted you—at least a little.
and you definitely wanted him to test that exhaustion-relief technique on you.
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Thinking…. (Bottom male reader). Feminization is the main kink. Lemme know if I should expand this into a full fic!
Playboy reader who’s known for sleeping with everyone and their mama (literally). You have a girlfriend or boyfriend every two weeks, dropping them like flies when you get bored.
But you end up finding your new target for the week, the student council president. Much to your shock, you didn’t have to ware him down at all. You asked him out once and he said yes.
So you’re excited. You mostly get girlfriends and while they’re cool, boyfriends are your favorite! They always act so shy when you ride them for the first time. The more inexperienced, the more fun.
So imagine your shock when you’re over at your new “boyfriend’s” house and he has you dressed in a girly dress with knee high socks. At first, you just push past it… you don’t judge…
Until when you try to take over after foreplay, doing your usually riding when he doesn’t even react…? You’re about damn near pissed off, your legs are aching, you’re embarrassed about this damn outfit.
Doesn’t help he starts fucking yawning?!?!
It’s not until you straight up tell him, “what the hell man?! If I’m boring you so damn much, then you take over!”
Though it hurts your pride to not be the dominate player. He took your words to heart because suddenly your pressed against his wall, balancing on one leg while he holds the other up and slams his cock deep into your slicked hole.
He’s harsh and unpredictable. Even after you cum, your body heaving, you notice he’s not even close to tired.
You find yourself ass up and face pressed against the bed as he takes you like a bitch. Your riding was nothing compared to this. His large hands grip your ass before a smack is delivered to it, causing you to squeal in shock.
“You’re so cute, (Name)-Chan…Make that sound again…”
Chan?! You don’t even get to ask what’s with all this feminization when he’s fucking you like a slut in heat. It takes longer than you thought possible for him to finally reach his first orgasm of the night (your fourth).
You’re collapsed against the bed, struggling to breathe when he manhandled you onto your back, legs pushed to your chest. He grins at you, his glasses foggy as he leans down.
“You’re going to enjoy being my slut, (Name)-Chan. I’ve been waiting to make you mine. I’m going to ruin you so bad you’ll only want my cock in this tight cunt of yours.”
huh…. Guess you were no longer the playboy of your school anymore.
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season 1 release
drew starkey x latina actress reader!
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ynusername SEASON 1 OF OUTER BANKS IS OUT BABY!!! you don’t wanna miss it☀️🏴☠️🐚
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user1 I finished it in one sitting? it’s so good!
user2 is it worth it?
user3 so so so worth it, you should give it a try!
hichasestokes POGUES 4 LIFE
user4 latin representation? definitely gonna watch
madelyncline prettiest island girl
user5 wait I didn’t know she was latina!
user6 yuppp, I actually loved seeing they went into her mexican background in the show
user7 the fact she’s truly mexican born and raised, LOVE HER ALREADY
drewstarkey the orange sunglasses are fire
yourbestie SISISI la más orgullosa de ti<3
madisonbaileybabe second pic was an epic day!
user8 imma need Netflix to renew this show
obx WE LOVE OUR GIRL LUNA
user9 ok this show is so good I’m invested
user10 her character kinda has tension with rafe ngl
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you’re missing in it though:(
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learn how to swim
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obx a little love for one of our favorite pogue princesses: LUNA🌙🥥🌺
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user11 LOVE HER
user12 she’s an absolute goddess
yourcousin mi personaje favoritoooo
user13 ugh I hate her character sm
user14 right like idk why everyone likes her
user15 y’all are just jealous
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user16 DIOSA MEXICANA
ynusername amamos a luna<3
user17 without her the pogues would be lost
user18 fr she saved all their asses more than once
user19 and they would be so bored too
madisonbaileybabe pogue sister
user20 she has the funniest lines as well as jj, I was tearing up laughing at their fights
rudeth she knows what’s up
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hichasestokes that’s her 99% of the time
user21 LMAO she’s so me
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ynusername HOW DARE YOU
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user22 we love a pair of pretty besties
user23 damn filming must’ve been tiring
madelyncline I have some funny ones too, let’s share!
ynusername not you too
user24 how is she still pretty even drooling?
user25 wait she’s so relatable
madisonbaileybabe second pic is a mood
user26 omg I love you two on the show!
user27 I kinda ship them
user28 wait you might be onto something
jonathandavissofficial LOL
user29 I’m a y/n protector
user30 oh she’s my fave
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user31 YES YES YES
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user33 I love this cast so much, I wanna be their friend
user34 I know right? they look like they love each other
user35 I wanna party out with them tbh
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user36 your honor I love them
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ynusername anytime🫡
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user38 I cannot wait for them to announce a second season
obx our favorite people!
madisonbaileybabe truly iconic
user39 I can confidently say this is my new favorite show
user40 I’m addicted to outer banks I cannot stop rewatching
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first social media post for latina actress universe!
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KEEPING UP WITH THE LECLERCS | Leclerc brothers x sister! reader
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Pairings: Charles, Arthur, Lorenzo Leclerc x sister! reader (model reader)
Summary: As Arthur and Y/N are on live together, Arthur accidentally spills his guts on Y/N crush on this mystery man, who is this man? And what will her brothers’s reaction be.
Warnings: I’m using meeya dugied’s photos as a reference! But reader has no faceclaim!
Author’s note: WHOO it’s been a while, hope you guys have been well, I just wanted to say Thankyou for being so patient with me, I’ve had a lot going on in my life but just know your requests are in the process of being finalized! I’m the meantime, this is just a little short fic for everyone!
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“Do you think the chicken came first or the egg?”
“….Shut up Arthur”
The boy narrowed his eyes at his twin, the two youngest leclercs were on Y/N’s Instagram live because they were so bored and since then it’s been a blur.
“Y/N who is your favorite brother out of the 3, Lorenzo for sure” she reads out the question and answers it without hesitation.
“Girllll whats up your ass today, did Jo-” before he could say more, the girl quickly covers his mouth, “Shut the fuck up Arthur! I swear I’m never telling you anything again!” She says, pushing his face out of the frame.
“Ouch! See guys this is what happens when you’ve had the fattest crush on this dude named J-” She interrupted him once more.
“Ok everybody! That’s it for this live, Thankyou so much for keeping us entertained and I hope you all have an amazing day! Love you” she says quickly before turning the live off.
“You’re actually such a cunt Arthur” she says as she pushes him again.
“What? It’s not like I said his name” he responds standing up
“it’s not your place Hoe” she responds standing up.
“Whatever girl, talk to the fucking hand” he says raising his hand in the most sassy way possible before walking off.
What in the sassy men apocalypse, she shook it off and just allayed down on the couch, before she got a text.
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She rolls her eyes again, “I’m so sick of them” she scoffs.
She smiled at the replies her tweet got, the f1 fanbase has got to be the most creative one yet to exist. Tired from scrolling, she shuts her phone down and decides to rest her eyes. However, her peace only lasted for 20 minutes as her phone rang for a Group FaceTime call. She lets out a loud groan but answers it.
“So Y/N, Tell us who this man” Lorenzo asks.
“Again, no hi, no hello” she responds.
“Y/N I swear!” Charles interrupts her.
“Oh my god, for fucks sake, it’s Jo-” Arthur starts but is immediately interrupted,
“STOP, fine, I’ll text it to you” she says before shooting the groupchat a text.
“Oh Y/N, you know that never ends well” Charles says.
“Says you? Let me ask all your ex girlfriends” she responds in a very snarky way, Charles looked taken aback.
“Ok damn girl, calm down no need to get all violent🙄” he says visibly rolling his eyes.
“Sorry Charlie, i didn’t mean that, if Alexandra and Charlotte are there tell them i love them and that they’re way better than their mans, anyways bye goodnight, have a good trip” she says.
“You too Chérie, hope your photo shoot goes well tomorrow!” Charles says before hanging up, Lorenzo adds to that with “and goodluck with J-”
“OK GOODBYE” she says hanging up, she lets out a sigh and puts her hand on her face. She gets up and does her skincare routine, and goes to sleep.
The next morning, her flight to Milan was very early so she was at the airport by 6.
She hugs Arthur, “Bye tur tur, hope your race testing goes well” he hugs back tight, “you too Y/n/n”
She hugs her mom tightly, “Love you Maman” she squeezes her, Pascale reciprocating the action. “I love you, text me when you land” her mom says, and the young girl nods. She waved one last goodbye to her mom and her brother before boarding the flight.
She makes a quick post on her Instagram before shutting her phone off for her flight.
y/n.leclerc
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y/n.leclerc june with my fav people ever🫶🏻 p.s. Alexandra is the best photographer
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