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Stuck with you - part 6

Summary: Y/n’s used to Alexia’s overprotectiveness and the pressure of her career—but Kika? The shy, socially awkward teammate who’s starting to make her feel things she didn’t expect.

Warnings: Y/n's sulking in self-inflicted isolation, slow-burn grief over yelling at the girl you like, Alexia being distant and silent (which is worse than yelling), unexpected bedroom interruption and a dash of jealousy over a certain training partner.

Word count: 7.5k

a/n: Again, still angst! The pic of Jana and Kika is there for a reason :)

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Alexia’s grip on her arm was probably tighter than it needed to be.

Y/n wasn’t exactly resisting–hobbling along with the bulky brace on her leg, trying not to stumble over the smallest step–but it still felt like overkill.

She didn’t dare say anything, though. Not with the way Alexia was glaring straight ahead, lips pressed into a thin line like she’d rather scream than speak.

The silence was suffocating. Not the kind that made things easier, but the kind that made Y/n’s insides twist with guilt. Every step toward the front door felt like marching toward her own execution.

Alexia opened the door without a word and guided her inside, her hand never leaving Y/n’s arm.

It wasn’t comforting. It wasn’t gentle. It was steady and unrelenting, like everything Alexia had ever done. They stepped into the living room.

“Oh! Hey!” Olga’s voice came from the sofa, bright and warm. “You’re back–”

Then her eyes landed on Y/n’s leg.

The smile vanished.

Alexia didn’t even glance at her.

She helped Y/n sit down–well, “helped” was generous.

She more or less shoved her onto the sofa with a sharp exhale through her nose. Then she stood over her, arms crossed, jaw clenched.

“You’re going to tell everything to Olga,” Alexia said, voice low but steady. Dangerous.

Olga blinked, eyebrows raised. “Tell me what?”

Y/n’s mouth felt dry. Her shoulders curled in, like she could physically shrink away from the shame settling in her chest.

“I lied,” she said quietly. “My ankle wasn’t better. It was–is worse. And I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to be benched.”

“Cariño…” Olga said softly, her voice a total contrast to the tension in the room.

Y/n didn’t look up. “I also asked Kika to lie for me,” she mumbled. “I told her not to say anything to you. And she didn’t. Not until the end. She told Alexia, and then I… yelled at her.”

The words felt heavier as they came out, like saying them made everything worse.

Her throat tightened, her eyes stung, and she could feel the heat building behind her lashes. Y/n looked down quickly, she didn’t want them to see her, not right now.

She waited.

Waited for the explosion. For Alexia’s voice to finally snap, for Olga to use the sharp tone she only ever used when Y/n really messed up. The one that always made her feel small, like a kid again.

But none of that came.

Instead, Olga moved closer.

She sat on the sofa beside her and pulled her into a hug without saying anything, gently resting her chin on Y/n’s shoulder. Her arms were warm. Steady.

Y/n didn’t move at first, too stunned to even breathe.

Then she leaned into it.

Just slightly.

Not enough to fall apart–but just enough to let herself be held.

Y/n stared down at her lap, fingers twisting together in a nervous knot. Her eyes were full, but she refused to let go. Not yet. She didn’t want to cry, not in front of them.

“I yelled at her,” she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. “I yelled at Kika when she was just trying to help.”

The silence that followed made everything worse. It stretched too long, thick with disappointment and something even heavier.

But then she felt Olga sit beside her again, closer this time.

“Está bien, mi nena,[it’s ok, my girl]” Olga whispered gently.

That was all it took.

The tears came hot and fast, stinging her eyes before she could stop them.

Her face crumpled, and she let out a shaky breath, trying to hold it in–but it broke through her anyway, quiet and aching.

Olga didn’t say anything else. She just wrapped her arms around Y/n tighter, tucking her head against her chest and holding her like she used to when Y/n was smaller, when scraped knees at training were her biggest concern.

Across the room, Alexia's jaw tensed. She’d been standing the whole time, arms crossed, eyes unreadable. But when she saw Y/n finally cry, her expression softened–just a little. Just enough.

She moved toward the sofa and sat down slowly beside them, not saying a word.

Her hand came to rest on Y/n’s back, warm and grounding, fingers curling lightly into the fabric of her hoodie.

The boot sat heavy on Y/n’s leg, like a physical reminder of everything she didn’t want to think about. She hadn’t left her room in two days.

No physio, no crutches practice, nothing. Just her bed, the soft hum of the TV playing reruns in the background, and the dull ache in her ankle that medicine couldn’t quite kill.

Y/n could swear this was some kind of punishment from Alexia, making her stay in the house all day–but la reina said it was doctor’s order…bullshit.

Olga was like an annoying mom.

Y/n told her she wanted to be left alone, but Olga always pretended she didn’t hear her.

Like clockwork, around lunchtime every day, she knocked twice and let herself in. No pity in her voice. No questions she didn’t want to answer.

Just her usual: some snacks, juice, and whatever weird story she listened to on the news.

Today was no different.

Y/n heard the door creak open.

“I’m coming in–don’t throw anything," Olga said, voice casual.

“I’ve only thrown a cushion at you when I was fifteen. When are you letting this go?” Y/n said, from under the blanket.

Y/n huffed but sat up slightly, reaching for the glass. “I love you.”

They sat in silence after that. Y/n sipped her juice, pretending not to feel Olga’s gaze locked onto her.

“So,” Olga said eventually, “I think we need to talk about it… You know? Eventually?”

They hadn’t spoken about the whole lying-about-the-injury thing. Not properly.

After Y/n had a meltdown like a two-year-old in the living room, Olga had just helped her to bed without asking for an explanation.

Since then, Y/n hadn’t left her room.

Whenever Olga tried to bring it up, Y/n changed the subject.

When Salma, Vicky, and Jana texted, she ignored them.

She didn’t want to talk. Didn’t want to see anyone. Because now she knew what happened when she got close–she hurt people. She yelled. Like she did with Kika.

“I don’t wanna talk about anything,” Y/n muttered.

“But I do,” Olga said, more firmly this time, using a tone she normally left for important conversations.

Y/n shot her a look, but there wasn’t much fire behind it. “You gonna yell at me too?”

“No,” Olga said. “That’s Alexia’s job.”

Y/n turned away at the name, jaw tightening. “She’s doing a great job at ignoring me instead.”

“She’s furious,” Olga said simply. “But not just because you hid the injury. It’s because you didn’t trust her. Or me. Or anyone.”

Y/n blinked hard. Her throat tightened, and she looked down at her hands gripping the glass.

“I know,” she whispered. “I just…” Her voice faltered. “It’s like she hates me now.”

Olga tilted her head, concern etched in every line of her face.

“She doesn’t hate you, cariño.”

“She won’t even look at me,” Y/n said, her voice smaller now. “She’s been ignoring me for days. And I get it. I lied, I made everything worse, I yelled at Kika, and now…” Her words trailed off, her breath catching.

“She took me in when I was still a kid,” she added, voice shaking. “But I’m nineteen now. I’m not her responsibility anymore. What if this was it? What if I pushed her too far and now she’s just… done with me?”

Olga’s face softened even more.

“My parents didn’t want me either,” Y/n said quietly. “They left. They didn’t care. What if Alexia’s the same?”

Olga reached out immediately, wrapping her arms around Y/n and pulling her close.

“No es verdad, nena,” she murmured, holding her tighter. “ Eso nunca va a pasar.” [It’s not true, babe/That will never happen.]

And that was it.

Y/n’s tears fell fast, hot, and silent as she buried her face in Olga’s shoulder.

Again, she was crying again.

Olga didn’t say anything else–just held her, firm and steady, like she wasn’t going anywhere.

Y/n sniffled, wiping her face with the sleeve of her hoodie. “Okay, ew, I’ve cried more in the last two days than I have in like… five years. Disgusting. Never again.”

Olga let out a soft laugh, brushing her hand over Y/n’s hair. “Liar.”

Y/n groaned. “Shut up. Don’t ruin my reputation.”

Later that day, Y/n heard the front door close.

Alexia was home.

Like usual.

She didn’t even look up from the book she was reading. For the past few days, Alexia’s routine had been the same–come home, move around quietly, and never once step into Y/n’s room.

It was a silence that screamed, and Y/n had learned not to expect anything else.

So when her door creaked open, Y/n’s heart jumped. She looked up, startled. Alexia stood in the doorway, holding a small bowl in both hands.

“Here,” she said, stepping in.

Y/n blinked. “…What is this?”

“Fruit salad,” Alexia replied, voice clipped but not cold.

Y/n frowned. “...Why?”

“Fibre is good for healing,” Alexia said simply.

Y/n squinted at her, suspicious. “Did Olga make it?”

“No.” Alexia exhaled through her nose. “I did.”

Y/n stared at the bowl, then back up at Alexia. “…Thank you, Ale.”

Alexia didn’t smile. She didn’t soften. But she gave a small nod, eyes scanning the room before turning to leave.

At the door, she paused.

“You need anything else?” she asked, still not looking back.

Y/n opened her mouth. Then closed it. Then tried again. “No,” she said quietly. “Just… thanks.”

“Jana, Vicky, and Salma are coming tomorrow,” Alexia said, not asking, just stating.

“I don’t wanna talk to anyone,” Y/n mumbled.

“You can’t only talk to Olga for the rest of your recovery,” Alexia said.

“Well, I wouldn’t have to only talk to Olga if you would stop pretending I didn’t exist,” Y/n snapped, her voice low but sharp.

Alexia’s jaw tightened, and for a heartbeat, Y/n thought she was going to snap back. She opened her mouth, ready to unleash every reprimand she had been holding in.

Instead, Alexia pinched the bridge of her nose and exhaled sharply.

“I’m not talking to you because I don’t want to say things I’ll regret,” she said, voice low. “I’m still very mad.”

Y/n’s shoulders slumped, and she glanced down at the fruit salad in her lap, unable to meet Alexia’s eyes. She dipped her head once, a small, silent nod.

Alexia’s gaze softened just a fraction. “I’m sure you know what that feels like,” she added quietly.

Y/n stayed silent, her eyes fixed on the glossy strawberries and melon cubes. The room settled into heavy stillness, broken only by the distant hum of the refrigerator.

Y/n blinked, convinced Alexia had already turned and left the doorway. But then, so softly she almost thought it was her imagination–she felt warm lips press against the top of her head.

And then Alexia’s hand settled gently on Y/n’s shoulder. No words followed. No more anger. Just the faintest promise that she wasn’t gone.

Then she slipped out of the room without another word.

It wasn’t forgiveness. It wasn’t closure. But it was something.

And that night, Y/n ate the entire bowl of fruit salad.

The next morning, Y/n knew she needed to eat something real–breakfast with Olga and Alexia, the kind of meal that felt normal.

She didn’t want to stay cooped up in her room any longer.

She made her way downstairs, every step sent a dull throb through her leg, but she didn’t care–she couldn’t stay in her room for another second.

Alexia looked up first from the kitchen table, mid-bite of her toast. Her chair scraped back with a harsh sound.

“Stop,” she said sharply, already crossing the space between them. “Why didn’t you call one of us?”

“I didn’t want to bother you,” Y/n muttered, trying to wave her off.

Alexia didn’t answer. She just slipped an arm around Y/n’s waist, the other steadying her under the arm as she helped her over to the table. Y/n didn’t fight her.

“I just… couldn’t look at the walls of my room anymore,” Y/n mumbled as Alexia settled her into the chair.

“Next time, call me,” Alexia said, her tone curt, almost annoyed. “I mean it.”

Olga looked up from the counter, brow lifting in mock exasperation. “About time you left the dungeon, cariño—breakfast’s getting cold.”

Y/n didn’t respond. Olga offered a soft smile from her seat as she pushed a mug of coffee toward her.

“Black. No sugar,” Olga said.

Y/n cracked a small smile, accepting the mug. “Thanks.”

They sat in silence for a moment, the quiet hum of the kitchen wrapping around them.

Then Alexia spoke again, her voice low but direct. “Have you talked to Kika?”

Y/n stiffened. She didn’t look up. “No.”

Olga glanced down at her plate, suddenly very interested in her eggs.

Alexia didn’t let up. “You should.”

Y/n kept her eyes on the coffee. “I don’t know what I’d even say.”

“Figure it out,” Alexia said. “She looked upset yesterday at training. And don’t pretend like you don’t care, because I know you.”

Y/n blinked, jaw tightening. Then, quieter: “How do you know?”

Alexia stilled.

Y/n finally looked up, her voice cracking. “You keep saying I care, like that’s obvious. But it’s not. Not to me. I lied, I dragged Kika into it, and when she tried to help, I lashed out. I hurt her. So how am I supposed to believe I’m the kind of person who cares, when all I’ve done is prove otherwise?”

The silence was thick.

Alexia didn’t look away. Her voice was softer now, but firm.

“Because people who don’t care don’t sit at the kitchen table looking like their whole chest is caving in. You’re guilty, you’re scared, and you’re hurting. That’s not nothing. That’s not someone who doesn’t care.”

Y/n didn’t respond. Her eyes dropped back to the coffee, jaw clenched, like she was holding something in with everything she had.

Then Olga spoke, her voice quiet but sure. “You’re not a bad person, Y/n.”

Y/n’s head tilted slightly, like she wasn’t sure she heard right.

“You did something wrong,” Olga said, setting her fork down. “But that doesn’t erase who you are. It just means you’ve got something to fix. And I think you want to.”

“I messed up pretty badly,” Y/n muttered, the guilt settling deep in her chest.

“Yeah, you did,” Alexia replied, matter-of-fact. “Dragging someone into your mess, then acting like they betrayed you for telling the truth? That’s bad, Y/n.”

Y/n’s stomach twisted. The coffee didn’t taste so good anymore.

“Alexia!” Olga said, her voice a little sharper. “Maybe tone down the tough love for a second?”

“I didn’t mean to yell at her like that,” Y/n started, then stopped herself, unsure of how to explain.

“I know,” Alexia said, the words simple. The truth.

The rest of the breakfast passed in silence, save for the clink of forks and the weight of everything unspoken between them.

Later that day, the girls arrived.

Y/n collapsed onto the couch, booted foot propped on a cushion, and grabbed a controller. Jana flopped in next to her, grinning, while Salma and Vicky claimed the other seats. The TV displayed a bright start line for their favourite kart‑racing game.

3… 2… 1… Go!

Their digital engines roared to life, sparkles flying as each racer shot forward.

Y/n swerved one way, trying to dodge a banana peel. “So,” she grumbled, keeping her eyes on the screen, “how’s training been without me?”

Salma clipped past Y/n on the left. Calm as ever, she didn’t even glance back. “Kinda boring, actually. We keep looking for you to complain about something random at eight am, and you’re not there.”

Jana, who’d already taken the lead, laughed and flicked her kart’s boost. “Well, we can’t deny it’s… peaceful without one of your moods floating around the pitch, you know?”

Vicky slammed her kart into a wall. “Hey! You can’t say that to someone who’s literally bedridden.”

Y/n veers around a corner and takes the lead, barely missing a barrier. “Okay, Vicky, I don’t know if you’re defending me or insulting me,” she said.

Salma drifted beside Y/n’s kart. “You’re doing great.” Her tone was soft but encouraging. “Really—no one’s as clumsy with a controller as you.”

Y/n shot Salma a grumpy look. “I’m not clumsy. The game is rigged.”

Jana zipped past both of them and shouted, “Rigged in my favour!”

Y/n’s kart spun out of control on a hairpin turn. She slammed her controller down. “Okay, that’s it–no more talking. Focus on the race.”

They kept playing, but Y/n’s mind kept drifting to one person.

Her gaze kept flickering toward her phone, her fingers itching to check for any update on Kika.

The few times she’d asked Alexia about how Kika was doing, Alexia would just shrug and tell her, “Ask her yourself.”

But that wasn’t helpful at all. Y/n wanted to know how Kika was really doing–not just the surface-level stuff, the stuff Alexia wouldn’t tell her.

She knew she needed to talk to Kika, but the guilt from their last conversation made that feel harder.

“Okay, so… more training updates, please,” Y/n huffed, leaning back into the sofa, trying to distract herself from her thoughts. She crossed her arms and shot a glare at the TV. “Before I lose my mind.”

Salma, her kart cruising calmly in the lead, slowed down. She glanced over at Y/n with a raised eyebrow.

“Honestly, it’s fine. We’ve been doing drills, working on our passing. Nothing too exciting.”

“And how’s, like…everybody?” Y/n asked casually, swerving her kart past Salma’s, bumping Jana out of the lead as she did.

Jana grumbled, throwing a playful glare in Y/n's direction, but her eyes stayed glued to the screen. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Y/n shrugged, her gaze flicking to Salma. “You know, just like... everybody. How’s everyone doing?”

“Fine,” the three girls answered in unison, focused on their race, not missing a beat.

“Just fine? Nothing more happened?” Y/n asked, her eyes narrowing as she passed Jana’s kart again, earning another growl from her friend.

“What would you expect to happen?” Vicky asked. “You’ve been out for what, four days?”

Y/n huffed and raised an eyebrow, sitting up straighter, still trying to get a rise out of them. “I don’t know, maybe... You know, someone getting a little too close for comfort? A fight breaking out? Some drama? I’m just asking.”

“Kika asked about you,” Salma said, super casually–like it was no big deal. Maybe for her, it wasn’t. But for Y/n? Yeah, kind of a big deal.

Her chest even did a weird little skip.

“Oh, she did?” Y/n asked, trying not to sound too eager. “What did she say?”

“She asked if you were getting better,” Jana replied before Salma could. “We told her we didn’t know, because it’d be easier to contact you via smoke signal than get a text back.”

Y/n groaned, blushing. Great. Add that to her imaginary list of how Kika saw her:

A rude teammate who yelled at her.

An emotionally reclusive hermit who ghosts her friends.

A dishonest player who hid an injury.

She didn’t even notice she’d zoned out until Vicky casually said, “Oh, Jana’s gonna hang out with Kika this weekend too.”

Y/n blinked, her foot twitched beneath the blanket, and nerves suddenly lit up. “Wait–what?”

Salma tilted her head, still playing. “Yeah, she’s showing her around the city or something.”

“It’s not a date,” Jana said quickly, barely glancing over. “She just asked for recommendations.”

Y/n sat up a little too fast. “So you’re, like, spending the whole day with her?”

Jana raised an eyebrow. “I mean, not the whole day. We’re getting food, maybe walking around. Why, you want to come?”

“No,” Y/n said immediately, too sharp, too fast. She cleared her throat and leaned back. “Why would I want that?”

Vicky, still completely oblivious, added, “Yeah, it’s actually nice. Kika’s been kind of quiet since you two…fight? Was that considered fighting? Anyway, she probably needs a break.”

“Right,” Y/n muttered, staring at the screen even though she wasn’t really seeing it anymore. “Makes sense.”

Salma didn’t say anything, but glanced sideways at Y/n, like she was starting to notice something off.

Jana leaned forward, tapping buttons furiously. “I was thinking about that new restaurant, the one you told me about?

“That one would be cool,” Y/n said flatly. She nudged her joystick a little harder, keeping her eyes on the screen. “She asked you, or you asked her?”

Jana shrugged. “I offered. Thought she’d like a change of pace.”

Y/n nodded, lips pressed together like it meant nothing. “Right. That’s nice of you.”

“Oh, and I’ve been partnered with Kika at training,” Jana added, still focused on the game. “Since you’re not there to partner with me and those two can’t seem to share with me.”

Y/n glanced over, raising a brow. “Really?”

“Yes, but I kinda miss training with you, you’re fast. Kika’s nice, though, really nice actually. She doesn’t talk much. But she’s funny when she does.”

Y/n didn’t say anything, just nodded a little and pressed her lips together, pretending she was laser-focused on not crashing her kart again.

Hours later, the girls said goodbye and headed out the front door. Y/n barely looked up, barely mumbled a goodbye, and then–slowly–got to her feet.

Brace squeaking slightly with every step, she made her way upstairs.

Alexia and Olga were curled up on Alexia’s bed, finally getting a moment alone. Olga had just leaned in–eyes soft, fingers brushing against Alexia’s jaw–when…

BANG.

Their bedroom door flew open without warning.

Y/n stood in the doorway. Her big black ankle brace practically took up half the hallway, her sock slipping slightly off her good foot, eyes stormy.

Alexia flinched and Olga yelped, scrambling apart like guilty teenagers.

“Qué coño—Y/n!” Alexia hissed, face pink. “You can’t just barge in!”

“Dios mío!” Olga gasped, grabbing the nearest pillow and hugging it to her chest like a shield.

Y/n barely blinked. “Alexia,” she said, voice dark. “I have a serious question.”

“Are you blind?!” Alexia asked. “Out!”

Olga was flailing silently in the background, still clutching the pillow. “Can you knock?! We always knock on your door!”

Y/n blinked slowly. “You left the door open.”

“We did not–!” Olga protested, then paused. “Okay, maybe it didn’t latch, but still!”

Alexia dragged a hand down her face, shoulders tensed, clearly trying to switch from horny to responsible in five seconds flat. “This better be good.”

“It is,” Y/n said, limping. “It’s serious.”

“Did something happen to your ankle? Are you okay?” Olga asked, concerned.

“I’m just–” Y/n began, but it looked like it was hard for her to say the right words.

Alexia sat up straighter. “Wait, wait. What happened, nena?”

Y/n took a deep breath like she was about to ask the most important question of her life.

“Can you…” she paused. “…as captain… forbid two players from partnering up in training?”

There was a beat of stunned silence.

“…What?” Olga asked.

“Like, can you… Make a rule?” Y/n insisted. “To stop people from… pairing with people they shouldn’t pair with?”

“Shouldn’t pair with? Alexia blinked, clearly confused. “What players are you talking about? Who can’t pair with whom?”

Y/n looked at her, deadpan. “Doesn’t matter.”

Olga looked like she was about to combust from embarrassment, but Alexia, still not sure what was happening, frowned.

“You barged in here at 11 pm to ask me this question... and you don’t even tell me who the players are?”

Y/n nodded solemnly. “Yes.”

Alexia stared at her in disbelief. “You’re serious right now?”

“Yes,” Y/n said, crossing her arms and pouting like the world was against her. “It’s important, okay?”

Olga, now slightly calmer but still shaking her head at the whole situation, looked at Y/n. “You know, you could’ve just asked her in the morning, right?”

Y/n shot her a look that said, ‘I don’t have time for logic’, and turned back to Alexia. “Look, I just need to know if you can do it or not.”

Alexia sighed, rubbing her temples. “Y/n, you’re unbelievable. But sure, I can. I’ll talk to Romeu. But next time… knock?”

There was a pause.

Y/n opened her mouth like she was about to fire back, but then her eyes flicked to Olga–still curled up in bed, still hugging a pillow to her chest–and then to Alexia, who looked mildly traumatised and thoroughly unimpressed.

Her expression faltered.

“Oh,” Y/n said, blinking. “Shit. You were like… I interrupted–” She winced. “Oh my god”

Olga gave her a wide-eyed, slow nod.

Y/n’s face went a little red. She reached up and scratched the back of her neck, avoiding eye contact. “Okay. Yeah. That was maybe not my best entrance.”

“You think?” Alexia deadpanned.

“I panicked, alright?” Y/n mumbled. “I didn’t think it through. It felt urgent.”

Alexia raised a brow.

“…It wasn’t urgent,” Y/n admitted, shoulders slumping. “I’m gonna go. And like. Sleep. And pretend this never happened.”

She turned toward the door, then stopped and glanced back, still flushed. “Also, I did knock. Just, like… in my head.”

“Goodnight, Y/n,” Olga said gently, smiling despite herself.

Y/n nodded quickly, then shut the door behind her with a little more care this time.

Alexia stared at the door for a moment before flopping back into the bed with a groan. “Unbelievable.”

Olga laughed, settling beside her again. “You love her.”

“I do not,” Alexia muttered, but she didn’t sound convincing..

Alexia sank down on the edge of the bed, cross‑armed and still flushed from Y/n’s dramatic entrance.

“She really ruined my mood,” she said, eyes fixed on the empty doorway.

Behind her, Olga slipped in quietly, hands settling on Alexia’s shoulders. She pressed soft kisses along Alexia’s neck. “Amor,” she whispered, voice gentle. “She didn’t mean to.”

“She barged in at eleven o'clock,” Alexia grumbled, her voice still thick with frustration. “And demanded I make a rule about training pairs. She didn’t even say who. Just showed up like that, like–” She waved her hand in exasperation. “I get it, she’s serious, but really?”

Olga chuckled, brushing Alexia’s hair back. “She trusts you. That’s why she came to you.”

Alexia rolled her head, finally meeting Olga’s eyes. “She’s impossible.”

“But she’s our impossible,” Olga said, pulling Alexia into a tender hug. “Now, forget her for a second.”

Alexia gave in to a small smile, but it quickly faded as Olga’s lips pressed lightly against hers, the kiss slow and deliberate, almost teasing.

Olga’s hands slid to the back of Alexia’s neck, guiding her deeper into the kiss, her breath warm against Alexia’s lips.

When they finally broke apart, Olga’s voice was low and sultry. “You’ve had a rough night, amor. Let me help you relax.”

Alexia let out a breath she didn’t realise she was holding, her body responding to the softness of Olga’s touch.

“I think you might be the only one who can,” she murmured, her hands gripping the edge of the bed as Olga’s lips found the sensitive spot just below her ear.

Olga’s hands moved lower, sliding under the hem of Alexia’s shirt, caressing her skin with the same tenderness that made Alexia melt every time. “Relax, love. I’ve got you.”

Alexia’s breath hitched as Olga’s fingers teased along the waistband of her shorts, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” Olga whispered, her lips brushing against Alexia’s neck.

Alexia’s head fell back slightly, a quiet moan escaping her lips. “You’re dangerous,” she whispered, hands trembling as they slid into Olga’s hair. “But yes... help me.”

Olga’s smile was mischievous as she kissed Alexia deeply again, her hands sliding lower. “I plan to,” she breathed against Alexia’s mouth before their lips met once more, a promise of passion and tension waiting to be released.

The kitchen was quiet, morning light filtering through the windows in soft, golden streaks.

Y/n sat at the table, lazily stirring her cereal around, the spoon clinking against the bowl. She wasn’t hungry. She wasn’t even tired anymore.

Mostly, she just felt... unsettled.

It was too early — way earlier than she needed to be up — but sleep had refused to come, her brain trapped in a loop of what-ifs and worst-case scenarios.

Today was her first day back at the training centre. Not for real training, not yet.

Just physio. Just recovery.

But somehow, it felt even scarier.

The soft thud of footsteps snapped her out of her spiralling thoughts. She stiffened automatically, already knowing who it was without looking up.

Alexia and Olga shuffled into the kitchen, both of them still half-asleep, still wrapped in their morning routine.

Alexia was rubbing her eyes, hair sticking up in every direction. Olga followed, yawning into her sleeve, the hem of her oversized Barça sweatshirt hanging halfway down her thighs.

“You look ridiculous when you wake up,” Olga teased, grabbing the coffee pot with practised ease.

Alexia snorted, not missing a beat. “I always look good, even half-dead.”

Without thinking, she reached out, wrapping her arms around Olga's waist and pressing a lazy kiss to her temple. "Don't forget it."

Y/n stared down into her cereal like it had personally offended her.

Her face burned.

God, why did they have to be so... so normal about it? So affectionate, like it was just a part of breathing?

It made something twist in her chest.

Desperate to break the moment, Y/n coughed — loud enough to get their attention.

Both Alexia and Olga froze like they had been caught stealing cookies, and then slowly turned to face her.

“Y/n?” Alexia blinked, clearly surprised. “You’re up? This early?”

Y/n shrugged, awkward, defensive. “Couldn’t sleep.”

There was a beat of silence, thick with everything unspoken — the nerves, the anxiety, the way Y/n kept wringing her hands under the table.

Olga softened first, stepping away from the coffee machine and leaning on the counter casually. “Nervous about physio?” she asked, her voice warm and calm.

Y/n nodded, keeping her gaze fixed on the swirling milk in her bowl. “Yeah. I mean... It's just physio. It’s not even real training yet. But...”

She trailed off, not sure how to explain the weight pressing down on her chest.

“You don’t have to pretend it’s nothing," Alexia said, squeezing her shoulder as she walked past. “You’re allowed to be nervous. It's normal.”

Y/n gave her a tiny, half-hearted smile, appreciating the gesture even if she didn’t know how to say it out loud.

Olga grabbed two mugs from the cabinet and started pouring coffee, glancing over her shoulder.

“I’ll drive you,” she said casually. “Alexia’s leaving with the team for the away game, but I’ll take you. We can grab lunch after, if you want.”

Y/n looked up, startled by the offer.

“You don't have to,” Y/n said quickly, panicking a little at the thought of being a burden. “I can take an Uber.”

Olga smiled, soft and patient. “Don’t be silly, I want to.”

“And,” Alexia added with a teasing grin, already pouring protein powder into a bottle, “if you don't take her offer, she’ll just go anyway–she’s been craving some weird sandwich she saw on Instagram.”

Olga shrugged, not denying it.

Y/n ducked her head to hide the stupid, small smile that tugged at her mouth.

“Alright, you drive me and we’ll have lunch after.”

The training centre was quiet.

Too quiet.

Y/n limped through the hallways, her boot thudding softly against the floor, the distant echo of her steps the only thing filling the silence.

The rest of the team was away for an away game, and for once, she was grateful. No stares. No whispers. No conversation of ‘I know you’re gonna be back soon.’

She thought she would be more upset about missing games.

But the truth was that pain didn’t even compare to the heavier guilt dragging at her.

Disappointing Alexia, lying to Olga, hurting the team’s trust... hurting Kika — that stung far worse than missing a few matches.

Games could be won again. Trophies could be earned later. But the damage she had done to people who trusted her? That wasn’t so easy to fix.

The thought of facing Kika again made her stomach twist uncomfortably.

Y/n was a coward.

And she still didn’t know how she was supposed to look Kika in the eye — or what she was going to say when she finally did.

Unfortunately, the thought of not seeing Kika was also uncomfortable too.

So for now, it was good, just her. And the physiotherapist.

The physio room was bright with natural light pouring through the windows, a soft breeze drifting in from the open ones.

It smelled faintly like antiseptic and eucalyptus cream. Familiar and sterile and oddly calming.

“Morning,” the physio greeted her with a warm smile. He helped her settle onto the padded table and gently removed the boot.

“First day back,” Y/n muttered, leaning back on her elbows. “Can’t wait.”

He chuckled, running practised hands over her ankle and calf, checking the swelling, the tension, the way her skin twitched when he pressed certain points.

“You’ve still got a bit of inflammation,” he said after a beat, frowning slightly as he moved her foot gently. “I know the scan looked decent, but your muscle’s a little more aggravated than I’d like.”

Y/n’s brows pulled together. “So…?”

He paused before responding, professional but honest. “We’ll take it day by day, but don’t be surprised if this goes a little longer than two weeks. Maybe closer to three. A week and some change, at least.”

Y/n blinked at him, then stared up at the ceiling. “Fuck.”

“It’s not a setback,” he added quickly. “It’s just… your body asking for more time. You pushed through pain longer than you should��ve, so now it needs more care.”

Y/n let out a humourless laugh. “Yeah. That sounds about right.”

They didn’t say much after that. He walked her through some gentle range-of-motion exercises, icing, and light stim. It was boring. Repetitive. But it kept her mind from spiralling too far.

Still, as she sat back and watched the ice wrap tighten around her ankle, all she could think was: another game I’ll miss. Another day watching from the sidelines. And even worse, Alexia was right.

She didn't know why that stung so much.

Maybe because it meant she’d messed up even more than she thought.

Maybe because she wasn’t sure how to fix it.

The next day, the girls were back at training, following their usual routine while Y/n sulked into the physio room.

Y/n sat on the edge of the physio table, ankle freshly iced, her leg propped up, fingers absentmindedly fiddling with the hem of her shorts.

The window in front of her gave her the perfect view of the training pitch. She hadn’t meant to look. But she couldn’t stop once she saw her.

Kika.

Out there in her bright training kit, laughing at something Jana said, her ponytail bouncing behind her as she jogged toward the rondo circle.

She looked light. Relaxed. Like everything was normal.

Y/n stared longer than she should’ve. Long enough to realise she was looking for any signs that Kika was hurt, that Kika was mad at her.

When she had yelled at Kika, Kika hadn’t yelled back; she stood composed, and just let Y/n say whatever she wanted.

Alexia and Jana had both said Kika was quiet after it happened. Sad, maybe. Withdrawn. But now? Kika was out there with Jana, playing, moving, laughing.

Like she didn’t miss her at all.

And why would she? Y/n wouldn’t miss someone who screamed in her face for trying to help or for, well, caring.

Y/n sighed, leaning back slightly on her hands. Her ankle throbbed, but not half as much as her pride. Because in the end… she’d stormed into Alexia and Olga’s room for nothing.

When they all sat down for breakfast this morning, pretending, Alexia looked at her sideways. They hadn’t had an opportunity to talk about that, since Alexia had left quickly yesterday.

“So… which two girls did you not want training together?” She asked, trying to sound casual as she passed the toast to Olga.

And that’s when it hit her.

How stupid she must have looked. How ridiculous the whole thing sounded once it was out in the open.

So Y/n just mumbled that it didn’t matter anymore and asked Alexia to drop it.

Which she did… eventually. But not before Alexia took a long, dramatic pause, scanned every expression Y/n made like she was solving a case, and promised herself she’d figure it out on her own.

Y/n, however, didn’t budge.

And now here she was.

Stuck in the physio room.

Still kind of mad.

Still kind of heartbroken.

And Kika just kept training.

Y/n shifted in her seat, uncomfortable in a way that had nothing to do with her ankle. Her stomach twisted. Her chest, too.

Was it guilt? Jealousy? Something in between?

Y/n didn’t know. She just knew it didn’t feel good. Y/n needed to apologise. That much was clear. But not yet. Not like this.

She was still too wound up, too raw, too snappy. And Kika didn’t deserve another version of her that couldn't get her emotions in check. She deserved someone steady. Honest. Calm.

Someone that Y/n didn’t feel like right now.

Besides, there was another match in two days. The team needed to focus.

Kika needed to focus. And the last thing Y/n wanted to do was drag her into more drama right before a game.

She would give it time. She would let her own head settle first.

Then maybe, when her voice wasn’t edged with guilt or deflection, when her heart wasn’t beating weird in her chest just from seeing Kika smile at someone else, then she’d figure out the right words.

For now, all she could do was watch.

And hope Kika was doing okay.

After physio, Y/n trudged toward the locker room to grab her things, her brace thudding heavily against the floor.

Her body ached, her headache, and all she wanted was to disappear into her room and sleep for a week.

She had managed to avoid Kika the entire day — hiding behind corners, ducking into empty hallways like a criminal.

Not her proudest strategy, but it had worked. So far.

She pushed the locker room door open and froze.

Jana was sitting inside, tying her shoes slowly, looking up with a small smile, when she spotted her.

Y/n nodded back, cautious. She knew Jana. Knew her too well. Since they were fourteen, Y/n could always tell when Jana had something to say — and right now, the way Jana’s knee bounced nervously gave it away immediately.

Y/n stuffed her water bottle into her bag, pretending she didn’t notice.

“Hey,” Jana said casually. “How’s physio going?”

Y/n shrugged, zipping up her bag. “Bad. They pushed my rehab from two weeks to three.”

Jana winced. “That sucks. I’m sorry.”

“Yeah,” Y/n said shortly, slinging her bag over her shoulder. She was two seconds away from bolting when she caught Jana fidgeting again.

She sighed. “Just spill it, Jana.”

Jana blinked. “Wow. You sound like Alexia now.”

Y/n stiffened, narrowing her eyes. “What do you want?”

Jana laughed a little, but there was still something hesitant about her. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, then said, “Just be honest with me... does it bother you that I’m pairing up with Kika?”

Y/n nearly dropped her bag.

Her face went up in flames instantly. “What? No! Of course not!” she said way too fast, way too loud.

Jana just raised an eyebrow, unconvinced.

“It’s just…” Jana continued carefully, “Alexia’s been weird lately. Super intense about who pairs with whom during drills. And then after I told you that Kika and I were training together... You kind of got quiet?”

Y/n stared at her, frozen, wishing the floor would open up and swallow her whole.

“I mean, it’s fine if it does,’ Jana added quickly. “I just want to make sure you’re okay, I can partner with Esmee or–”

Y/n forced a laugh, waving a hand. “It’s not—it’s nothing, really. You’re reading too much into it.”

Jana gave her a knowing look.

Not pushing.

But not buying it, either.

“Okay,” she said simply, grabbing her bag and heading for the door.

Y/n stood there for a second, heart hammering, cheeks still burning, feeling like she had barely survived an ambush.

When Y/n finally made it outside, she spotted Alexia’s car parked near the entrance, engine running. Alexia was in the driver’s seat, tapping her fingers impatiently against the steering wheel.

Y/n hobbled faster, threw her bag into the backseat, and climbed into the passenger seat with a grunt.

The moment the door shut, Alexia sighed dramatically. “Ay, qué demora!” [You took too long,] she muttered under her breath.

Y/n turned to her, glaring. “Have you ever been subtle for a single day in your life?”

Alexia blinked, confused. “Qué?”

“You!” Y/n said, flailing a little. “Are you going around during training, staring at who pairs up with whom?”

Alexia looked at her like she was the crazy one.

“You asked me to!”

“I know!” Y/n said, throwing her hands up. “But I thought you would be more subtle about it!”

Alexia scoffed, pulling out of the parking lot. “And how exactly am I supposed to be subtle if you don’t even tell me which players you’re worried about?”

Y/n groaned, sliding down in her seat. “Oh my god. Forget it. I’m not telling you anything anymore.”

“Good,” Alexia said immediately. “Maybe then I won't have a nineteen-year-old walking in on me and my wife at eleven pm.”

“Let it go, tio!” Y/n exclaimed, “I already said I was sorry!”

The drive was mostly silent.

Both of them were sitting there, arms crossed, matching stubborn frowns on their faces. The tension between them hung heavy in the air — not angry, exactly, but dense with unspoken words.

Y/n stared out the window, pretending not to care. Alexia kept her eyes on the road, pretending not to glance over every few minutes.

Finally, Alexia sighed quietly, soft enough that Y/n almost missed it.

“I didn’t mean it,” Alexia muttered.

Y/n blinked, turning to her. “What?”

“I didn’t mean…” Alexia shrugged, one hand loosening on the steering wheel. “I didn’t mean to say that I’m glad you won’t tell me stuff anymore, I want you to, you can talk to me about anything.”

Y/n stayed quiet, fiddling with the strap of her bag.

Alexia cleared her throat awkwardly.

“Look, I’m captain. I know what happens in the team. Sí?”

Y/n nodded slowly. “Yeah... and?”

“And…” Alexia tapped her fingers on the wheel, searching for the right words. “I’ve known you since you were a little girl. Since you couldn’t even tie your own boots properly.”

Y/n’s face flushed, but she didn’t argue.

“I’m just saying,” Alexia continued, voice a little gentler now, “that maybe... hypothetically... if you had feelings for someone—” she waved a hand, casually, like it meant nothing “—you could tell me. I wouldn’t be mad. Or weird. Even if they were from the team.”

Y/n’s entire body stiffened, heat rushing up her neck like a fire.

“I mean, you know,” Alexia added, half-smiling, “we already have a few couples. It’s not a big deal.”

Y/n whipped around, absolutely burning red.

“What made you think that?! I don’t— I don’t like anyone!”

Alexia bit her lip, clearly fighting a smile. “I didn’t say you did. I said if you did.”

"Well, good," Y/n huffed, crossing her arms tighter over her chest. "I'm glad you don’t think I do because I don’t!”

Alexia snorted quietly but didn’t push it further. She just drove, humming lightly under her breath.

Meanwhile, Y/n stared out the window again, jaw clenched, willing her heart to stop racing — and trying very hard not to think about a certain brunette that she still owed apologies to.

I had so much fun writing the scene where they're playing video games + yn walking in on Alexia and Olga haha!! Hope you guys enjoyed it!! <3

#woso x reader #woso fanfic #kika nazareth x yn #kika nazareth #kika nazareth x reader

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♥ masterlist | request rules | part one

♥ pairing: ex!lando norris x fem!reader x fem!oc x platonic!oscar piastri

♥ synopsis: the messy friendship breakup with lando was everywhere. it was assumed by the public that you’re now dating his teammate and there was truly no pr team strong enough to save mclaren. you were friends with lando’s girlfriend though. maybe too friendly.

♥ smau - fc: women on pinterest - as always none of the pictures are mine

♥ warnings: swearing, suggestive jokes, and hate comments !!!

♥ a/n: yn and imogen have so much chemistry I thought why not make this for my lesbian heart <3 ps lando is kind of the bad guy of this story but I'm actually an insane lando girl he's my og don't hate me its all for the plot lol

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user1 my girlfriend and i*

user2 this boy doesn't even know the difference between their there and they are

user3 oh baby we aren't hating on Imogen we're hating on you ❤️

user20 not y'all hating on him for speculations

user21 yn is the real villain here

user13 the lando hate is getting OUT of hand

user10 oh lando... the grammar in this post baby

user5 @/user10 HAHAHA

user9 LANDO'S GUILTY IDC #girlssupportinggirls

user6 @/user9 I support women's rights and women's wrongs

user17 all of a sudden he's posting Imogen... seems guilty to me he clearly did something

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iamimogen the friendship is official

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user1 and they were... roomates? 😐

user3 yn in the first picture... she's got that oscar heart eyes piastri look

user2 not the friendzone 😔

user4 always an angel never a god

user9 is imogen actually comfortable with yn and lando not getting along?

user6 i mean yeah 🤷‍♀️ she’s clearly fine hanging out with the both of them

user7 i could never date a man my bsf hated

user18 @/user7 I could never be friends with a girl who makes up lies about my man...

user8 help I love wag friendships 🥹

user9 they’re so alex and rebecca

user10 AHHHHHH

user11 this is so girlhood

user12 i actually love that they can put their feelings towards lando aside and still be friends 🫂

alexandrasaintmleux we need to have a girls night !!

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what's y'all's opinion on the whole y/n x Imogen x lando thing??? it honestly breaks my heart to know that something happened with y/n and lando since they were best friends for so long. I remember her talking about what they were going to do when he got his first win on Quadrant a few years back and obviously that didn't happen when he finally accomplished it in Miami. I'm still a fan of both but damn what could've happened between the two for it to end like this??

user1 probably not a hot take but I think he's still so hung up on yn even if they weren't dating. he doesn't post about Imogen at all and never mentions her the way he used to mention Y/n.

user2 yeah honestly I think he might be using Imogen to fill the Y/n shaped hole in his heart

user3 I think Y/n's being superrr petty

user4 ...we don't even know what happened bro what are you on about

user3 that post about Oscar and Imogen be so ffr

user4 clearly Imogen was okay with it otherwise it would've been taken down

user5 if I'm being so honest... I don't give a fuck about what happened with lando because there appears to be a sapphic renaissance happening in f1 right now

user6 LMAOO

user7 wag yuri forever

user8 why has NO one mentioned Oscar in this??

user9 OH MY GOSH RIGHT LOL I thought they were a couple for so long but I heard that they never confirmed it?? and it doesn't look like he's interacted with lando on his socials recently but that might be normal idk

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yourusername I feel like its my duty to feed the oscarinas during the off season

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user1 it is !

iamimogen the trio goes hard

user2 it could be a foursome but noooo

user3 leaving out your own bf is crazyyyy

user4 I'd leave out my bf for y/n too

user5 IMOGEN AND LANDO DONT EVEN LIKE EACH OTHER ATP 😭😭😭

user6 I'm just tryna ignore the drama

user7 real

user8 if Imogen and yn are cool than I'm cool

user9 Imogen and yn spotted again!!!

user10 my favorite grid couple 🥹

user11 ...sorry??

user12 I SHIP YN AND OSCAR IDC

user11 @/user12 oh girl

user13 why the fuck is lando's girlfriend hanging out with her?? shes spreading rumors about him

user14 right?? clout hungry much...

user15 shes GOTTA be deleting comments

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alexandrasaintmleux cuties xx

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user17 alex what do you know that we don't

user18 okay caption queen

user19 they're so bestie core

user10 bad race day but we're so proud of you osc 🫶

user3 sooooo how are we feeling about lando's win yn nation

user6 ...

user5 lets not talk about it

user4 and during Oscars home race 😭

user8 @/user4 he hired an Etsy witch for this shii I swear

user9 did you see Robert Irwin

yourusername GOD I WISH

yourusername literally shape shifting into a snake as we speak

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yourusername happy birthday baby 🥹🫶

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mclaren thanks for bringing enough birthday cupcakes for the class

yourusername ofc pookies anything for the garage

landonorris I didn't get any

yourusername @/landonorris well... yeah

iamimogen I got one 🥰

yourusername @/iamimogen there's always extra for you <3

user1 holy shit this is the first time I've seen her and lando interact publiclly in like a year

user2 this is like the first time I've seen her Imogen AND lando interact too???

user3 lando's still lurkingggg

oscarpiastri ❤️❤️❤️

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user5 oh you guys are so cute

user7 THE CALICO CRITTER 🫶

user8 the makeup testing on the hand

yourusername he's a real man

user8 @/yourusername I don't doubt it

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f1gossip Y/n & Oscar and Lando & Imogen were each seen separately wandering around Tokyo the day of Oscar's birthday. We all know why the first couple is out, but we think there's something deeper on Lando's side.

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user16 I think he's trying to clear his mind. I mean Oscar and Y/n were his BEST FRIENDS and now its Oscars birthday and can't hang out with them?? makes sense that he's out

user7 you're psychoanalyzing them like crazy

user16 @/user7 yes and I love it

user2 "the first couple" be sooooo for real...

user5 Oscar and Y/n aren't dating!!!

user21 oh my god can people not go outside these days without drama?? 🙄

user22 right??? lando and imogen were literally just walking and people hate on them

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lando.jpg florida with this cool girl

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francisca.cgomes and my stolen dog??

pierregasly @/lando.jpg you gotta get @/iamimogen her own puppy

iamimogen better win this one for me

lando.jpg ❤️

user1 yn is lurking

user2 as she should

user3 Imogen is beautiful can you fucking blame her??

user4 she finally made it onto the feed

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f1gossip Y/n and Imogen were seen together in Miami after the Grand Prix! It seems they ditched the driver party to go off on their own and explore the city. Groups of fans caught them all over town at bars, Top Golf, arcades, and more.

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iamimogen 🐚🪸🌊

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yourusername holyyy 👅👅

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user1 you're SOO real

user2 shes me guys

yourusername 😍😍😍

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landonorris stunning 😘

alexandrasaintmleux are you single

iamimogen I am for you

landonorris ???

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yourusername miami mami

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francolapinto 😉

yourusername come join me xx

user1 if I were her I'd flirt with Franco too

iamimogen ur so hot

yourusername all you pretty

user5 just fucking kiss already bruh

user2 are yn and Imogen at the same beach??

user3 YNIMOGEN CONFIRMED

user4 they're so couple goals oh my god

user7 is the last picture a call me by your name reference ☝️

yourusername LMAOOO

oscarpiastri shark

yourusername shark 🗣️🔥

user6 shark 🔥 🔥 🔥

user8 SHARK 😱

-Emilia Romagna GP-

You wandered over to the McLaren garage, spotting Imogen from across the paddock. You sprinted over to her as quick as you could in your heels.

"Hi," you giggled, throwing your arms over her.

She immediately hugged you back, pausing her conversation with one of Lando's mechanics.

You pulled away, "How are you?"

"Could be better," she said, running a hand through her hair. "Uhm... Oscar told me about you and Lando."

You blinked at her, completely stunned. No no no no no this can't be happening.

"I wanted to tell you I really really did, but I figured it wasn't worth it. I wasn't trying to be your friend just to get back at him or anything-"

She grabbed your shoulders and cut you off, "It's okay, I swear. I don't..." She sighed, "Blame you."

You hugged her again, this time tighter, "I'm so sorry."

"I'm breaking up with him tonight," she mumbled into your shoulder.

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user1 just two divas crossed by a man

user2 heartbreaking really

user3 it was bound to happen

user4 YNIMOGEN NATION HOW WE FEELING 👹

user5 they’re 100% in love

user28 let’s not speculate about someone’s sexuality

user5 @/user28 says someone who has no problem when people started rumors about yn and oscar…

user7 @/user5 CLOCK IT

user8 i love women

user9 wag yuri wag yuri

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iamimogen loving these girls nights

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alexandrasaintmleux 😍😍😍

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user1 the girls nights in question: ✂️

user2 gay gay homosexual gay

user3 @/landonorris generational fumble

user4 i could take them both (not in a fight)

francisca.cgomes real

user5 KIKA?!

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f1gossip looks like these two girls have a closer relationship than what meets the eye. yn and imogen have been spotted on what look like numerous dates throughout this f1 season. is it possible that the two former wags have formed their own romantic bond?

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yourusername not a gossip page hard launching for me 💔

iamimogen 💋💋

oscarpiastri this is how i find out???

yourusername @/oscarpiastri surprise 🥰

lilymhe cuties

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user5 HELLO???

user6 what the hellyante

user7 not yn confirming their relationship this is so tea 😭

iamimogen all the rumors are true 🤭

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SO COMFORTABLE IT'S ACTUALLY FUNNY

the early days of dating are fun yet anxiety driven. when you're not too sure how you should behave infront of them or how you don't know what to wear or you won't know how to even walk when you know they're watching.

it's fucking complicated but you and billie were there once.

your nervous giggle the first time you met because she was so attractive you didn't know how to function. the way your hands broke into a sweat no matter how much you pressed them down your clothes. the way eye contact was such a big deal you'd even think too much of it would kill you.

billie couldn't even figure out who to look at in a bigger group because her eyes kept going back to you. everytime you'd say something her lips would already be in a full blown smile with her eyes throwing hearts your way. billie who focused too much on starring blankly at you she cursed herself out when she realised she didn't get your name or your number.

billie who was focused on her work when she needed to be but the moment her eyes landed on your familiar figure she tripped. billie quickly rolled away so you wouldn't see her in that embarassing moment. billie who'd peek your way to check if you saw her. the way her heart hammered against her chest just by seeing you.

you who nervously looked around the studio knowing she was around somewhere. everytime you'd see a black head your heart would drop at the possibility it might be her. the anticipation of possibly seeing her around never really going away.

even when you both started conversating like normal people those feelings still harboured the surface. billie would fiddle with her rings , her necklace any sort of an accessory she had on kept her sane while talking to you. you who had a hard time listening to what she's talking about because her eyes were too captivating for you to register anything else when looking at them. which resulted with a lot of huhs and questionable yeahs

when you finally landed a date. god, billie didn't know if she should stand up and and open the chair for you to get seated or not, she did though. when there was awkward silence the both of you dorks would just smile at each other like you were stiffling a laugh. the accidental touching of feet beneath the table which you both excused quietly. the way you were cautious not to intrude each other's space but at the same time wanting nothing more than to be touching.

the silent walk towards each other's cars after the dinner. the question that hung above y'all. should we kiss ? should we hug? a handshake ?

it was pathetic but you were young and climbing the ladder of love.

when the first kiss happened. you didn't know how to even approach it you were too much in your head. did your breath smell okay ? where your lips soft enough ? do you even remember how to kiss properly ? the questions tortured you so you just rolled you eyes and leaned against the sofa and starred at the screen giving up.

billie on the other hand was counting down the seconds in her head. she gave her self a countdown to kiss you no matter how scared she was because if she didn't you'd haunt her dreams more than she'd like that night . so, when her self timed clock hit zero she leaned towards you her hands cupping your face and kissed you.

the first time you slept over each other's house was also hectic. it was nothing special then it was purely innocent. you had brought your essentials and mentally prepared yourself for tonight. you'd cuddle to sleep and behave nothing other than that which was hard because you've already imagined your sex lives way ahead of time. you wondered if your pyjamas were cute enough or if your bare face was pretty enough for billie or if you snored or if you slept with your mouth agape gosh this was so stressful.

billie wasn't any less nervous. she had woke up early and cleaned the entire house just so you'd arrive in a spick and span house. she took sharks fur off the couch and the lounge carpet. she made sure to search the field of any poop left by her two doggies she wanted everything to be perfect. she stocked her fridge so she wouldn't look like she would starve you in the future or anything like that gosh she did a lot that day so when you got to bed she was knocked out on your chest.

the first time you had sex. god you could thank the power of hormones for having you entirely focused on billie and nothing else. as soon as her lips made it way to yours you were gone. you didn't overthink the entire thing at all. maybe afterwards you did.

when you woke up and billie wasn't in bed your heart dropped. you were disoriented for a minute before you heard her voice in the kitchen probably speaking to shark. a part of you thought she'd left you there.

billie wanted it to be perfect. she wasted no time at waking up and making you breakfast to bring it to you in bed. she strived to see your face when you ate first thing in the morning. billie was so enamoured by you she had this goofy smile on her face the whole day.

meeting the family. you had prayed that day. you prayed for the god above to help you oversee the day with no anxiety. so many questions popped into your head. was maggie going to be an evil mother, was finneas going to be the type of sibling that thinks nobody is ever good for their little sister gosh was claudia going to ignore you because you give her bad vibes or something. shit you needed to stop thinking so much.

billie was also a mess when she met your family. it was such a big family for her mind to comprehend. you had atleast five different grandmothers and maybe four to two grandfather's who together produced atleast a dozen kids who then went on to find their own partners in life and produced you and your so many cousins. billie didn't trust herself to remember most of them which made her feel so guilty.

well until you told her she didn't have too because you also didn't know some of them. you both laughed at that.

the first time you pissed or popped next to each other. you'd always overthink this when you're single. what's it's gonna be like? will she judge me ? what's exactly is she going to be hearing while I'm in there.

billie debunked all those ridiculous questions when she'd ask you to sit at the door and accompany her while she's at the toilet. billie who'd be proud of every poop she was able to take and have no shame.

billie who even followed you into the toilet when you wanted to pee or poop. you'd have to chase her out like she was shark and she'd pout but still stand at the door.

all those moment each filled with anxiety at the earlier stages change so much when you've been together for years.

you'd wake up in the morning next to billie sprawled across the bed in weird positions you didn't even think to question. even billie would wake up to you still sleeping. she'd watch you sleep with your mouth agape and she'd smile thinking you're the cutest women alive.

you'd walk into the bathroom to brush your teeth and billie would follow behind you to go pee while you're still there. it was normal now none of you dared to even bat an eye at it. she'd later flush the toilet and playfully slap your ass and join you in nursing your teeth.

when you'd bath billie would be there talking your ear off about how stupid her dream was because it made no sense to her. she'd lean against the wall or sit on the toilet seat and talk to you. none of you would think anything about it you'd just talk casually.

when you leave the shower you didn't even bother to put a towel around your body billie had seen even scar and hair on your body at this point. billie would compliment you giving you a kiss before she herself would strip naked and get in the shower with you still there.

you'd wear each other's clothes after the showers and speak nothing on it. you'd sit in odd position on the sofa watching movies all day with no judgement or second thoughts.

you'd both cook from time to time but sometimes you'd rather eat takeaways. it wasn't something you'd think about like earlier in the relationship you both just went with your own flow.

eye contact wasn't a big deal anymore. ofcourse you still found billie's eyes to be captivating but instead of keeping that to yourself you'd outright just tell her in the middle of the conversation. she'd turn a flushed colour and smile silly then the conversation would carry on.

even when your hands where sweaty you didn't care you'd still hold her hand with no second thought.

at the same time billie wasn't so shy when it came to staring at you. she would do it like she wanted to be caught and when you did she'd blame your own beauty because she just couldn't focus on anything else other than you.

during dates there was no such thing as awkward silence you both just fell silent and thrived in it. you didn't have to fill it in with pointless words. the subtle touches underneath the table weren't accidental anymore you both earned it sometimes even teasing one another. you both had fun without thinking too much.

after dates you'd kiss and hug while choosing to take one car out so you can drive back home together. the car would be filled with loud singing or gossiping or silence because whoever was the passenger princess that day fell asleep.

kissing wasn't a big deal anymore. if you wanted to kiss you'd just lean into it. you'd spend minutes kissing in the sofa with it going absolutely nowhere.

meeting the family wasn't so terrifying anymore. maggie was a delightful and sweet mother , finneas was funny and definitely not that kind of sibling and most of all claudia said you gave her good vibes so she was definitely now your friend.

billie now knew more of your family members than you which was so embarassing but billie was so happy about it. she said it made her feel more welcome if she knew them by name atleast.

god the way you'd both become to comfortable with each it was actually funny

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neeeooon · 20 hours ago

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shut me up ;

21 | best friends, baby!

ft. fem!reader & bachira, shidou, rin, sae, isagi, chigiri, nagi, kunigami, kaiser

cw. cussing, threats? of violence (boys being boys), y/n’s hand is shown (only focus on the nails; picture her however you want!)

“what are you all doing here?” you asked through your giant smile as a crowd of young men filtered into the restaurant where you worked. bachira and shidou eyed the menu with hungry eyes before eventually setting their sights on you. “free food?”

you let out a laugh that sounded more like a scoff. “discounted food.”

you don’t usually work nights, so you weren’t sure what to expect throughout your shift, but the five men definitely made you feel a lot lighter. they found their own seats, and you handed over some extra menus and napkins.

“kaiser got held up,” rin informed, though you never asked. “said you were working tonight.”

figures. he’d probably use your unusual shift as an excuse to bring someone over and be louder than usual. you chatted with them until they decided what to eat and then disappeared to relay their orders to the cook. when you returned, the restaurant was relatively empty and all remaining guests had been served, so you slipped into the available seat beside bachira and tugged the bag of guitar picks from your pocket.

“here! i ended up painting them all so you guys could pick and choose which ones you want…” you dumped the contents onto the table and spread them out for all five boys to see. “i already pulled the ones i made for chigiri, so these are all for you!”

bachira leaned into you, tossing his arm around your shoulders as shidou pretended to weep into one hand while reaching across the table and grabbing your hand with the other. “you’re so sweet to us, y/n!”

your cheeks warmed up slightly at the compliment. “it’s the least i could do. you’re the ones who have been sweet and accepting!”

“cause we’re best friends, baby!” bachira cheered as he snatched the dolphin pick up before anyone had the chance. his yellow eyes sparkled when they turned to you. “you really were listening to my dolphin rant?” you nodded and recounted some facts you learned from him as bachira smushed his cheek against the top of your head. “we are keeping you forever.”

you left to grab their orders and told your coworker you were going on break after dropping it off. he waved you off, saying the place was closing soon anyway.

“did you all pick one?” you asked when you realized the pile of guitar picks was gone. sae held one up and balanced his cheek on a closed fist. “those three are hoarding them.”

“don’t lie! we let you take, like, two. and rin doesn’t need a pick, anyway!”

“that one had a skull, though…”

you smiled as the boys argued, but it dropped when another one of your coworkers leaned on the back of your chair and laughed. “i didn’t realize you had a little baby sibling, y/n! i think my sister stopped drawing pictures like that when she.. was…” he trailed off, and when you lifted your head, you noticed all five men staring straight at him.

their faces were meticulously blank; you could feel the tension radiating off their shoulders. shidou shifted like he was about to stand, and your coworker was suddenly on the other side of the store, admiring a fake plant. you blinked, and they returned to normal.

“i’m gonna hang it on a chain and never take it off,” shidou promised while showing the pick off to sae (for the third time).

bachira sighed at his dolphin. “i won’t lose it, but if i do, will you paint me one just like this?” you nodded. no words had come out of your mouth since the encounter with your coworker, and you could tell they were trying to help you get comfortable again.

“y/n! what if you paint our nails next?”

“oh, yeah!” isagi added. “kaiser and rin used to get theirs done all the time. not detailed like your picks, but the fans loved it.”

shidou reached forward and hugged your hands. “would you do that? i’ll paint yours in return—i won’t mess up!”

you smiled, slow and soft. “that sounds like fun!”

masterlist // previous (ch 20) // next (ch 22)

notes -> sooooooo thoughts on what’ll happen next? might be introducing a new character 😅🤭

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fairestwriting · 3 days ago

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Hii!!!!!^^ I hope ur doing well!!

May I req Riddle and Epel with a gn!s/o that plays piano and sometimes plays the piano just for them (if that doesn't make sense I'm sorry I'm actually so horrible at explaining </3)

Have a nice day!! :D

you have a nice day too <3 and don’t worry it totally makes sense!!

𐙚 Riddle Rosehearts

Yeah, his mom was definitely was the type to make him take piano lessons as a little kid… They never really went anywhere, she didn’t want them to — because god forbid Riddle ended up wanting to be a musician or something — and it’s been a long time since his last lesson, but Riddle still holds some feelings for the instrument…

…Which are, basically, just a secret, mild distaste. He doesn’t dislike the way it sounds or anything like that, and it’s not something he mentions to anyone. Especially not to you, right after you reveal to him that you can play with that proud smile on your face. He’s not about to rain on your parade just because he didn’t want to play as a small child.

Riddle is kind of expecting it to feel some type of stressful when you offer to play something for him, he’s remembering the pieces he had to practice all those years ago, over and over again… But as soon as the first few notes come in, he feels the very opposite feeling starts to settle in his chest.

He blinks, watching you as you play. There’s a decent chance he’ll recognize the music, if it’s anything classical, perking up with a soft ”Oh, I didn’t know you could play that one.” Riddle is surprised at himself in how pleasant it feels to talk to you about the music, sharing small comments between stretches of wordless melody. It kind of flusters him, thinking you want to play for him specifically, but it’s overpowered by how comfortable it feels, too.

𐙚 Epel Felmier

Epel never really went anywhere near most musical instruments… Of course it’s not like he doesn’t even know what a piano is or anything like that, but the places he went to for elementary and middle school didn’t really have the budget to get a ton of music equipment…

He knew you played the piano because it came up in one of your conversations. He’s still kind of excited to finally be around more people his age even though it’s been months since he enrolled, so he always ends up asking people about what they do for fun — And he immediately thought of you when he found out one of the Pomefiore dorm’s many practice rooms was a music one.

”So, you said you missed playing the piano, right? I got a surprise for you.” He comes up to you one day, his excitement radiating through his words as he’s already dragging you towards the dorm. He didn’t ask Vil for permission to use it or anything, but… well, there’s no way that just letting you play for a little bit would harm anyone, right? It should be fine.

He hypes you up if you get hesitant over it. Then hypes you up again when your fingers are on the keys. He sits nearby, watching how you jump from one to the other all graceful-looking, he’s really starting to understand why some people go crazy over pianists— His eyes are twinkling with awe, even if you’re just warming up with something simple, even if you end up making a mistake. Ends up always asking you to play when you come over to the dorm… You’re basically the second coming of Mozart to him. Nothing you say will make him change his mind.

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bleedingichorhearts · 3 days ago

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Hii! I see that your request open so can I ask for:

The little goddess was born at the same time as the chaos gods. But she was so weak that they didn't even consider her an equal. From the beginning she tried to please and flatter them to survive but many times she almost killed and was laughed at by the chaos gods made her realize. So she always hid in a corner deep in the warp, afraid that one day the chaos gods would finally bored and killed her.

Until one day she felt a beam of light shining into her hiding place, she realized it was the Emperor of Mankind. He did not despise or hurt her, He did not laugh at her for her weakness, so she ran after that light towards humanity, towards The Emperor. Meanwhile the chaos gods: ??? Where my goddess? We may not like her but she is still ours, now give her back. And big E belike: hehehe she mine now.

Yan!Chaos gods and Yan!Emperor

(This is just my delulu and I actually had a dream about it although I don't remember much🥹)

“Ough! I love this delulu! You are all such trouble makers my goodness. But that’s okay! For tis all cherished delicacies! I have thought about making something like this…” - Ichor

Summary - “You: a little goddess, born too weak to be even considered equal, and thrown to believe that you needed to please the other chaos gods until a certain event makes you realize things that were never true. Hurt, fearful and feeling betrayed, you hide yourself from their eyes, deep in the warp. Staying there until a light overcomes your own shadow. A man of gold appearing within, never mocking you, never pulling you down. It wouldn’t hurt to be by his side… would it?”

TW// Yandere, Neglect, Near Death Experience, Angst.

|°𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥°|

Their words “weak” echo through your mind as you lay their helpless, aching, hurting. Something a divine being like you should have never felt. The pain of war and combat. That was Khornes thing, not yours, but here you are. Laying in your own pool of ichor.

It was nothing of what you expected. You didn’t think you could die, but you could be greatly injured to a point where you’re feeling like you are feeling deaths embrace cradling you. Brushing through the strands of your hair, comforting you in your time of infinite, seeping life.

Again, it was not something you’ve expected, but you should have. You should have known they would just… toss you away like a piece of meat. You should have known with how they didn’t pay attention to you, brushed you off, but at the same time? You had hope. Hope they would change. Hope they would see you for what you’re worth, and it feels like they do change… sometimes.

Slannesh was the most horrible out of it all. Always trying to pull you in with their… strange and ludicrous ways. Always… having something, someone in their lap to empower them. The stench of intimacy staining them and their grounds of their realm. So, you don’t go there often. It wasn’t something you were comfortable with, and you don’t feel like confining much with them.

Khorne was rather chill with you, never really seeing you as a threat as you suppose he doesn’t think you are… worthy enough. He simply just sits upon his bloody skull throne, watching. Only moving when he really needs to. His realm was one that you find yourself wandering as it didn’t smell like the horrors of… sexual attraction, but it did smell of ash and blood. You find yourself in his realm more often than nought though.

Nurgle was… eerily kind to you, but just something about the “grandfather” tips you off. Not to mention that he well… stinks and his realm too. (You don’t ever find yourself there.) He was just… too… him for your tastes. You do like his followers however, they were like cute little insects. You don’t mind their looks, not everything was perfect.

Tzeentch creeps you out, but not as heavily like with Nurgle. Sure his body has like these morphing faces on him, and they just stare at you, seemingly mocking you, but you find a strange comfort when he suddenly appears in any form. It was as if he knows your next move, and you believe he at least gives you something to dream about. Though his realm gives you a massive headache each time you try and give it a go to visit and wander the mystery’s of the realm. So, you don’t get too far before you’re back, hanging around in Khornes’ realm once more. Getting used to the smell of the blood and cruelty.

Despite all of that, your all hopes were diminished on a special time. Your mind finally realizing all the sacrifices that you made to them didn’t even matter. You didn’t matter. Hell, were you even a god? A divine being? You didn’t have any followers yourself. So, how could you be? How could you be if you were laying in your own blood. Thinking of what you have been doing is finally wrong. Thinking the more powerful gods would just rid of you once they get bored enough of your overbearing presence.

It honestly took you a long time to recover your own divinity though. Since you don’t have followers, it makes your regeneration process a lot slower, and you’re not sure how long, but it was long enough that you could have thought about your past mistakes and make your next move to be for yourself for once, and to see if anyone would check up on you, but no-one came. Not a single minion. You were trapped with your own mind before you would get strong enough again to move.

You moved quickly when you could, not wanting to waste your time. You have been simply watching Khornes’ deamons carefully to rule out that one should move quickly if they do not want to be caught. That’s if they were even looking for you. You maybe have been… bullied, but you sure as hell watched what was going on around you and in the realms. Never missing a detail around you as well… you wanted to prove yourself then. Make something of yourself then to earn their acknowledgement.

Yet, now you know. They don’t care about you, but they simply care about themselves. So, in an effort to get time and space to yourself. (Definitely not running away for the fear of being disregarded like a mere tool.) You hide yourself into the depth of the warp. A place that you had somehow found a bit of solstice in as Tzeentch hasn’t even found this part of the deep warp yet. You know him and Khorne could find you if they wanted to, but you have yet to see their dedication on that matter. Have yet to see if anyone came looking for you.

They did not, but this one… man? God thing has. A human? No, too much of an overpowering presence, but they did look like a human when they go close enough to you without blinding you. You’re almost surprised as this little… being of gold didn’t tower over you as you would have expected such from a presence like him. A god too you thought him as… a tiny one for a divine being like yourself.

You and this little being of gold formed… something between the each other. Your head nodding, and listening to the being that calls himself “The Emperor” while he does the same to you. It was almost… charming. It also felt nice that someone was actually listening to you, acknowledging you. This little being made it feel… a bit worth it.

You talked with the being, and he didn’t judge you. You playfully flicked a whisp of your own power at him, and he didn’t seem at all fazed, at most amused with you, and well… that was amusing to you. You were… you were having harmless fun with this golden man, but… you do worry; have neglected thoughts that he was simply enduring you as well, like the other gods have. Yet, he reassures you, in his own way and words that was not the case. Despite you not talking him to him about anything.

Strange little golden man….

The chaos gods are furious once they found out you had gone out on your own, without telling them anything. Even Tzeentch couldn’t get into your mind when he wanted. It was like… you blocked them out, and let this scoundrel of a so called god in: The Emperor of Mankind.

They give you whispers: Slaanesh begs, pleads. Nurgle promises that he will do better. Khorne is… silent, but you know better, not to take him for granted, and Tzeentch was trying to get into your head like the many times before, like the many times you had let him, and The Emperor? He did non of that. Never was he trying to pled with you, make you feel guilty. He simply left you to choose your place. Ņ̸͠ò̵̢ẗ̷̼́ ̵̛̪ţ̸̄h̵̒ͅa̶̳͐t̶͉͗ ̴̖̓h̵̻̽ë̷̜ ̵̲̒w̴̧͐õ̸̻u̷͖͘l̸̖̍d̶̖͑ ̵̣͘l̷͈̚e̶̗͌t̶̪̎ ̸͖̀y̴͉͌ō̸̖u̶̦͝ ̷̩͌g̸̮̃ỏ̶͈ ̸̤̚b̶̫̿a̸̯̍c̵͓̉k̴̜̂.̷̡̂

He would not allow it. Those pitiful gods lost their chance. Now? He was picking up the pieces of this divine being they had disregarded like mere shards of glass. Infuriating the gods even more when the Emperor seems… close to you; winning your favor.

Chaos runs over the tiny, golden man, but your favor doesn’t weaken. Shielding him and his little creations with your own power that were deemed weak. Oblivious to The Emperors ways, wanting that simplicity of care from someone, and he was giving that to you.

(What the hell Emp? You give a divine being your attention but not your own creations? What the hell man?)

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crowlion · 3 days ago

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They are deeply in love your honor

Part 2 of some of my Azutara headcanons below the cut

Part 1 here

• Katara's affection is so, so soft. Unbelievably, frustratingly so. Katara will braid Azula's hair and kiss her temples and play with her fingers like she's the most precious little meow meow in the world, and Azula doesn't really know what to do with all that tenderness. She doesn't reciprocate it much at first, if at all, because she's not really sure how to, but she eventually gets to a point where she stops pretending to hate it and starts to crave the smallest acts of affection very deeply.

• Azula has a hard time saying, so she often has to write stuff down when she feels a certain way about Katara that she can't readily express with words. And good gods is she Shakespearean levels of poetic without even meaning to be, especially when Katara is gone for long periods of time. We're talking, "It's so frustrating that when you're gone, the thought of you rattles around my chest like a storm, that I clutch onto my ribs and cling to the feeling as though I've never felt rain before. I miss you even when you're standing right here. I think even the worst parts of me would kneel just to wait for you."

• Azula finds respect in power, so she comes to develop a reverence for bloodbending. It makes Katara feel less guilty when she has to resort to it (which is rarely). There's this way Azula will look at her afterwards, too, like she's hungry, like she's going to devour her the second they get home. Azula considers bloodbending to be the waterbending equivalent of lightningbending.

• Azula is very muscular underneath all those sleeves. Katara will ask her to lift heavy things that she can definitely carry herself just to see her arms flex.

• Azula only cries in front of Zuko and Katara, though mostly the latter. She constantly wakes up from horrible nightmares and Katara is always there to comfort her through them. Most of the time Azula doesn't talk, because she hates being perceived when she's crying, even after years of dating her. Katara never pushes. She'll either sit there in silence with her and trace fingers through her hair, or tell Azula little stories about her life until she falls back asleep.

• Mentioned in part 1, but Katara has a fixation with Azula's hands. She knows they have the capability to be incredibly destructive, and yet when they're alone, Azula gets all touchy, and in the gentlest way too. Like, here are these hands that can produce lightning strong enough to kill dozens of men in a single blow, and yet the same fingers they belong to are absentmindedly drawing shapes along Katara's collarbones in soft exploration. Katara likes to study them. The way Azula's fingers flex, how precise she shapes them when she firebends, how they're so featherlight when they're touching her.

• Somewhat going off of that, Azula subconsciously thinks she might hurt her, so she's always incredibly delicate. This doesn't stop her from being very exploratory, though.

• Azula kind of likes losing to her, deep down, even though she'll never let Katara ultimately win a sparring match. She does find a thrill in the few moments Katara gains the upper hand, because it's only with Katara that she has ever felt safe in surrender.

• Katara finds an excuse to have her hands on Azula constantly. On her back, brushing strands of loose hair back into place, fixing the already perfect collar of Azula's uniform. It's such a normal thing for them that Azula feels out of place when Katara isn't touching her. She has that military walk where she marches around like she has places to be, but she makes it a point to slow down just so that Katara will put an arm around her waist and keep guiding her forward.

• Azula is pretty much exclusively physically affectionate with her when they're in private. Even so, she's quite excessive about it. She'll sit on Katara's lap when she really doesn't need to, lay on top of her chest to chest when she has an entire side of the bed available to her, lean in very close when Katara talks. Being next to her isn't enough, Azula wants to fuse Katara's very being with hers.

• Their rare sparring matches are mostly held to work out pent-up tension, which is especially common for Azula who still struggles with sorting through her emotions. But "sparring" devolves into panting, pinning, growling, accidental straddling, even more accidental kissing, more often than not.

• Katara says "I love you" often. Azula doesn't, but she does have her own way of showing Katara she loves her. She's kind of like a little magpie and will bring Katara things that either 1. remind her of Katara, 2. encompass something she thinks Katara might like, or 3. are as pretty as her. There's something to be said about Azula seeing the person she loves in everything around her.

• Going off of that, Katara's love is frustratingly stubborn. Katara will tell Azula she loves her in Azula's worst moments, like when she slips, or when she snaps at her, or when she gets cold, and distant, and horribly dry. Azula doesn't understand it until she just does, one day. It's unconditional love. Something she'd never really known until Katara showed it to her.

• Azula really likes being told she's doing a good job. She eats at Katara's praise like it's a meal.

• Azula usually starts out straddling her in bed but Katara almost always flips her around with zero warning and pins her down. Katara is quite... thorough, so she takes her sweet time undressing her and kissing every inch of her skin. Azula never outright admits to liking being the submissive one but her barely held back sounds say otherwise.

• Azula doesn't listen to anybody. In fact, she makes it a point to be as annoyingly defiant as possible. But... She does literally whatever Katara says without an ounce of hesitation. Even something as inconsequential as being handed a scroll? She has servants for that, unless Katara's the one asking. Then she just holds her hand out and takes it.

• Katara's darkness is quieter than Azula's, but no less brutal. Katara would never intentionally kill anybody, but she'd spill blood for Azula if she needed to.

• Too many people think their relationship is built on the fact that Katara "healed" Azula. That's not it at all, especially not for Katara. For her, she found someone who understood a part of her that no one else wanted to see, and what means even more to her is that Azula hadn't flinched when she saw it. She doesn't just feel loved, she feels seen.

#azutara #azula x katara #katara x azula #kazula #headcanons #atla #avatar the last airbender

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uravitypng · 2 days ago

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yandere zenitsu behaviour you didn't realise was dangerous before it was too late. he's your best friend and you love him! he's always just been a little bit... too needy... too clingy... too close... that was fine though! he was your best friend after all! but... then you told him about a boy, it wasn't anything serious, you met him a couple weeks ago from the village over and he invited you to dinner but to zenitsu it was a completely different story.

you're leaving him?! but he needs you!

any food that boy would give you would be awful, he just knows it, he wouldn't care about what you'd like. you deserve the finest of foods, made with the finest ingredients something that only zenitsu can give you.

the night your dinner rolls around you cancel, zenitsu became ill and he needed someone to look after him, holding onto your sleeve with tears starting to trickle down his face.

you feel that zenitsu is getting clingier? he's always been touchy, resting his head on your lap, while you run your hands through his yellow hair, or leaning on your shoulder, his breathing always relaxed and level when he does it, as you constantly bring him comfort. now he's consistently holding your hand firmly wherever you go and is pulling you closer to him by your soft middle anytime he considers the distance between the two of you is too great.

people have started distancing themselves from you, you're unsure why? the townsfolk make excuses to leave conversations that they find themselves in with you. zenitsu doesn't think he even did anything bad so he's confused why they're all looking at him so scared. he just wants you all to himself, is that really so wrong? and the people in the village took up too much of your time, time much better spent with him.

"why do you keep talking to my girlfriend? don't you think she's got better things to do?" they've never seen that expression on his face before... on anyone's face. one particular woman with a nervous disposition often has nightmares about it. recently a new family moved into the village from another country, along with them they brought along two goats. one of the goats went missing they hope nothing happened to it but they can't accuse 'someone' when they have no proof, they haven't even been living in japan a year yet and 'someone' must have left the door to the church open- everyone knew who.

there was a terrible storm at night, thunder and lightning keeping everyone up and when the morning came the priest went to open up the church only to find out that it was never closed the night before, the whole place was flooded, pews soaked beyond use, no one will be sitting down for service for awhile... if not carefully treated the whole building could be damaged beyond repair.

you often spoke negatively about the priest and the church and their teachings, 'i don't know zenitsu doesn't that guy gives you the creeps too?' you mummer shuffling closer to him after the preacher's beady eyes were on your skirt.

you often spoke about how you were jealous of mrs dockerty's goat. "you'll have to keep this a secret okay? it's an early birthday present. it was a fair bit of-" your eyebrows furrow- "well let's just say it was certainly some money and did you hear about the dockerty's? if everyone finds out you've got a goat they'll accuse you and try to swindle you out of keeping all the goats milk for yourself." zenitsu's got the biggest grin on his face seeing that you like it and you have a matching one, already thinking of names.

your best friend is a bit delusion... you're soulmates! you're meant to be! it's destiny!

any time you're apart he whinges and whines when he finds out, the idea of going over a day without seeing you?! horrifying.

"those steam trains are really scary zen'! it doesn't matter how many times i go on them, it's just too fast. we have legs for a reason! i don't like walking but still... and i still have a long walk until i even reach the train then i can focus on getting into edo. i'll bring you something back, okay. i'll try and find some of that high quality japanese eel that you like that we never get to find around these parts."

his cries are louder than normal, your collar and neck becoming wet with his tears, his grip around your plush waist is unrelenting and you promise you'll give him extra attention when you see him in two days time if he stops crying, people are starting to stare at the display. he'll hold you to that promise.

"this- this has got to be a joke right zen'! i mean we're friends i can't- friends don't do that."

"you promised though."

your eyes widen, "b-but, this is- you can't actually be serious."

zenitsu's eyebrows furrow, a pout forming on his face, "i'm not asking for much, just stroke it."

you still think he's joking... or you're trying to convince yourself that he's joking but he doesn't seem like he is. he seems serious but that's what you don't understand, you know you promised to make it up to your best friend because you were apart for a couple of days but it wasn't anything serious and now he's barged into your house telling you to rub his cock.

zenitsu moves closer to you, closing the gap and takes your hand in his, bringing it to his crotch and moving his hips up towards your touch. you feel how hard he is. "come on sweetheart, you'll make me feel better right? you did promise." his voice becomes a bit more confident when he watches you look away from him and he catches an almost shy, bashful, look on your face.

"i-i," you stutter. this is your best friend.

he starts spewing out words, his hips still moving and gyrating against your hand, "i know you don't believe in the church but if you still want to be traditional i'll ask to marry you if you're still being so stubborn with that hand of yours. i was planning on asking some time this year anyway."

"marry?!"

"we've been dating for a long time now and i'm getting more and more pent up with each passing day that i see you looking so beautiful."

"dating?!" you try and move away from him unsuccessfully. "zen' we're best friends! we've been best friends for years."

"best friends, dating - same thing." zenitsu's other hand goes to your wide hip and squeezes the flesh between his fingers, a small moan comes out of his mouth and his body shudder's at the feeling, moving his hips quicker. "being apart from you for even a second is torture."

your mouth open and closes in shock. how didn't you know that your best friend thought like this?

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eden031 · 1 day ago

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First meetings

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Pairing: Jack Abbot x intern!f!reader

Warnings: fluff, kissing, confession of feelings (?), literal sleeping together, implied nudity, reader wears Jack‘s clothes, implied sexual content (between other characters)

Summary: Somtimes confessions don‘t happen in a grandiose way, sometimes they happen over a shared breakfast.

A/N: Sooo, this part will start the last arc of the story I guess? I kind of got attatched to this story and my narration of it, but it feels like I should be ending it within the next two or three parts (which one of them will probably be just smut I have decided), there are still many more ideas I have reagarding Jack Abbot so, even when this will be done there will be more Jack Abbot content coming from this little corner of the internet. The second part of „Sweet boy“ is in the works at the moment and another Jack Abbot idea is growing in my mind even though I am not sure how far I will take that. I still hope you will enjoy this part of the story, it is a lot lighter than the last ones. Lots of love <3

Being back at work had been hard at first. Sometimes it felt like there was this weight trying to crush her, like it was suffocating her. The memory of the hand wrapped around her throat sometimes came back at unexpected times, hitting harder on some occasions than others. Still there was the ever present comfort of Jack lingering close to her, sometimes it was just a gentle squeeze of reassurance, other times it was a hug that lasted longer than it probably should in the quiet of the breakroom. He was there, always the quiet comfort when she needed it the most, but he never came too close, never let her be part of his thoughts. It was like he was worried that if he said too much there would be no going back. Though she knew that he knew that going back had not been an option since the moment they had met.

Standing under the roof of the PTMC she sighed. The downpour had started almost half way through the shift and had not gotten any less. The drainage system had trouble keeping up with the amount of rain coming from the sky and even people with an umbrella looked to be drenched to the bone. It made her feel a certain melancholy. Days like these somehow reminded her of her time in college, when she would run through the rain with her friends, laughing and joking. Even if it had not been that long ago it felt like she had gotten much older in that time, like something had started to weigh her down. Glancing at her phone she saw a new message from Tommy, hoping that it was something along the lines of ‘I’m coming to pick you up’, her car was in the workshop and she had walked to work that morning, taking a lesson out of Jack’s book, though now she regretted it. Opening the phone, a silent groan left her lips as she read the actual text. Mild annoyance started to seep through her mind.

Masie is not feeling well. Could you maybe manage to eat breakfast somewhere else for an hour or two before coming home?

Rolling her eyes she simply sends a thumbs up emoji. This just translated to ‘Masie and I want to have some alone time, could you maybe stay away from the apartment for another hour or two?’ At this point she was seriously considering moving into a new place, not because she didn’t enjoy living with Tommy and Masie, but because she often felt like an intruder in their relationship. Maybe also a bit because it started annoying her when all she wanted to do was go home and sleep and he and Masie would tell her that they were in the middle of something. It had also happened on multiple occasions that she had walked in on them, not something that she wanted to repeat, but apparently she had some talent to always come home when they were in the middle of it.

“Waiting for someone?” the low voice of Jack came from right beside her. He was standing there, even in this cold and miserable weather with only a thin sweater jacket thrown over his scrubs, arms crossed over his chest. For a moment she frowned, but then thought about the fact that the man was practically a walking radiator and never seemed to freeze.

“No, just thinking about where to head off to,” she muttered under her breath as she mentally cursed Tommy and Masie for not being able to wait with their shenanigans until she was dead asleep.

“Huh?” Jack gave her a mildly confused glance. Brows furrowed as he looked at her with a certain glint of concern in his eyes. It dawned on her that it probably sounded like she had nowhere to go. Shaking her head quickly she elaborated.

“I am temporarily banned from entering the apartment,” she paused, having to suppress a laugh as she shook her head, “Masie and Tommy wanted some alone time,” she put alone time in quotation marks with her fingers. Jack snorted and nodded.

“You want breakfast?” he asked, tilting his head to the side. Nodding slowly she was not sure where this conversation was going.

“Honestly? I would kill for breakfast and a bed,” she sighed, rubbing her face with her hands. “And probably a hot shower,”

A soft laugh came from the man standing beside her, glancing over at him she saw that he was already looking at her, his hazel eyes softer than they usually were. The butterflies in her stomach had dissipated over time, though they had been replaced by this warm and fuzzy feeling that settled over her mind every time he looked at her like that. Like all he wanted to do was hold her and protect her.

It had set something free in her mind, that look he started giving her. Those eyes, those looks fuelled her fantasies in both her dreams and waking moments.

“If you want to you could come to my place, there all three are freely available,” he gave her a look again, this time it was more hopeful than the one before, there was more to the question than just him offering his hospitality, there was the underlying question of how far she was willing to go.

“You are an angel, Dr. Abbot “ her tone was slightly teasing as she called him Dr. Abbot, though she knew that he would not be too mad about it. A soft snort came from him as he smiled at her.

“I definitely am not, but that sounds like a yes,” he titled his head in the direction she knew his apartment was in. “I think we should get going before you fall asleep standing,” he teased softly. She nodded, bracing herself to get drenched to the bone, because she had of course forgotten to take her umbrella and her jacket was not waterproof.

Both of them were drenched to the bone the moment they entered his apartment. Her scrubs clung to her body like a second skin and she could feel the water in her shoes. Shuddering slightly she pulled off her jacket. There was little relief against the wetness clinging to her body. Jack had done the same and simply dropped the wet jacket in the basket standing by the door.

“Just throw everything in there, I am going to run a load of laundry,” he muttered as he sat down on the small stool in the hallway. Toeing off her shoes she shuddered, the cold rain was not doing anything for the exhaustion and she felt like she might just collapse. Quickly she pulled off her socks, now standing barefoot in the hallway, throwing them into the basket she moved around slightly, trying to see how wet they were. A sigh left her lips as she saw that she was leaving wet footprints on the floor.

“Sorry about that,” she muttered as she opened her backpack, checking to see if its contents were as wet as the rest of her.

“Nothing to be sorry for,” Jack sounded as tired as she felt, hearing shuffling she let out a soft groan as she saw the contents of her backpack. To her dismay everything in there was wet as well, the worst thing about that being that it meant that her change of clothes was dripping as she pulled it out of the backpack.

“Just put that in the basket as well, I am going to get you something dry,” Jack muttered as he pulled off the prosthetic, a groan escaping his lips as he placed it by the shoe rag. The crutches were standing beside him as she continued to peel off the scrubs. She knew that it was a general rule in the houses of most healthcare workers to take off the scrubs before doing anything else. The scrub shirt was like a blobfish as she threw it in the basket as well, the long sleeved shirt underneath was just as wet as everything else, though it was not dripping, which was good. She heard rustling coming from beside her, though she was too busy with her wet clothes and the disgusting feeling of her wet scrub pants to look. Quickly she shimmied out of her pants and a sigh of relief escaped her, she really hoped she wouldn’t get a UTI from this.

“You wanna go shower first?” she asked as she glanced to the side, seeing Jack sitting on the small stool, only in his boxers, his dog tags resting resting against his sternum. It was a sight to behold, his broad shoulders and the freckles that spattered his entire upper body. She had almost forgotten how magnificent the man looked under the scrubs.

“Nah, you shower first, then you don’t need to move around the shower chair,” he muttered as he turned around to grab one of the crutches. She swore that if she wasn’t as tired and exhausted she would be flustered about this situation. Peeling off the tight shirt she muttered a quiet thanks and headed towards the bathroom. It was strange, she knew exactly where all the rooms were, it was not her first time in this apartment, but still it felt like she had never been there before. Maybe it was because this time it was more domestic. Slipping out of her underwear she stepped into the shower, the hot water taking some of the stiffness out of her body. Even if she would have preferred to have a longer shower she knew that Jack also needed one. Stepping out of the shower she grabbed one of the clean towels in the cabinet, wrapping it securely around her.

A soft knock sounded from the door. She told him it was okay to open the door. Jack poked his head in, his salt and pepper curls sticking to his forehead from the rain, though his face looked a lot more relaxed than it usually did. For a moment she thought about what life would be like if it was always like this, if they would always come home from shifts together. Shaking her head she smiled at him.

“I put out some clothes on the bed for you. If you want to eat there is food in the fridge,” he spoke softly as she walked up to him, a small smile on her lips.

“Thanks,” she stopped right in front of him, his upper body and legs looked mostly dry, he had probably dried off a little so that he wouldn’t get too cold while waiting for her. She stood there for a moment, wanting to reach out and touch him. To run her hand through his hair and pull him in for a kiss. His breathing had become deeper as he looked at her, eyes flicking around. It was tentative, but he reached out, giving her time to draw away if she wanted, his touch was light as a feather as the tips of his fingers ghosted over the soft skin just over her collar bone. For a moment something came over his face, like he was debating something, then he drew away, sharp, quick, like her skin had burned him.

“I think I am going to let you shower in peace,” she spoke softly, carefully trying to squeeze past him, a shiver ran down her spine as his hand accidentally brushed over her thigh. Goosebumps rose on her arms as she quickly hurried away from the bathroom, only hearing the door to the bathroom closing just as she entered the bedroom.

He had put out a very new looking pair of boxers, sweatpants in a light gray that looked like they had seen better days, the cuffs of the pants frayed slightly and an old worn out hoodie that smelled like him, it must have been black at some point, but it looked more grey than black, but it was comfortable. Padding towards the kitchen she rummaged through the fridge, trying to find what she was looking for.

Humming softly to herself she fished out the pieces of toast from the toaster, spreading some butter on all of them, then putting cheese on them. The scrambled eggs sizzling in the pan filled the kitchen with a great smell. She had filled up two glasses with water, she knew that neither of them wanted to drink coffee now, not if they wanted to sleep soon. The quiet clanking of crutches made her turn her head to the side, a soft smile grew on her lips as she saw Jack standing in the doorway. Black shorts that hung loosely around his hips and a white t-shirt.

“Hey,” she spoke softly as she put some of the scrambled eggs on both of the plates. Carefully picking them up she turned to look at him. He was still standing in the doorway, his eyes fixed on her, there was this strange expression on his face, the kind of expression she usually only ever saw in the eyes of a lover in the ED. Gently placing the plates on the table she took a seat, that got Jack moving, he came over to her the table, taking the seat across from her. Staring at the food in front of him she swore she could see his eyes mist over.

“Thanks,” his voice was quiet as he picked up the slice of toast. Looking at him for a moment she could see the way his shoulders seemed to have sagged slightly, she was not sure if he was relaxed or if something was bothering him.

“Are you okay?” she asked quietly, trying to keep herself from sounding too worried, but she knew that the worry was evident in her tone as she looked at him.

“Yeah, I just,” he paused, he looked like he was about to regret saying what he said then, “I just realised what I could have had a long time ago and what I missed out on,”

These words felt like someone knocked all the air out of her lungs, like the rope of tension between them finally snapped. Slowly she placed the fork down, the piece of scrambled egg still on it as she looked at him for a long moment. It felt like her brain was sizzling, like there was too much information to keep up with and it was about to shut down.

“Jack…” she breathed out, it felt strange calling him by his first name. He looked up at her, those hazel eyes as intense as they always were, they shone softly in the light of the kitchen, though there was a sadness behind them, a sadness she understood all too well.

“I thought I was doing the right thing, you know?” he sounded so regretful that it almost broke her heart. The usual intense eye contact wavered as he looked away from her while he spoke, like he was not sure if he should be saying these things.

“I really thought,” his voice became tight, she reached over the table, like he had done all those weeks ago when she needed comfort, though this was different, this was a quiet question. He stared at her hand like it was a sacred offering, hesitantly he reached over the table, his fingers brushing against the skin on her wrist. Gently wrapping his hand around hers, there was a certain reverence to it, a certain kind of care that he had only exuded a few times over the time they had known each other.

They finished eating breakfast in silence, their hands resting against each other. It felt like everything was spinning around her when she got up from where she was sitting, Jack still seated at the table, eyes fixed on her as she moved closer to him. Their hands stayed intertwined as she stopped right in front of him. He had to look up to be able to look at her properly, head leaned backwards as he licked his lips, eyes slightly glossed over, the bags underneath them deep. He was tired, so was she and maybe that was what caused her to move.

Gently with her free hand she cupped his cheek, the soft stubble prickling beneath her hand. He nuzzled his face in the palm of her hand, gently pressing a kiss to it, reverent like her hands were the ones of a goddess. It sent a wave of tingles up her arm and right towards her heart.

“You thought you did what was best,” she spoke softly, ending his statement from a few minutes ago, brushing her thumb over his cheekbone. He hummed softly as he leaned into her touch again. They were both dead tired, the exhaustion wearing on them, she knew that otherwise they wouldn’t do this, not this openly at least.

“Yeah, and it came back to bite me in the ass,” he looked at her now, those hazel eyes burning with that fire that sent tingles down her spine, settling in her lower belly. Her breath became heavier, like she had to fight for every single bit of air.

“It certainly did,” she chuckled, a soft gasp escaping her as his free hand grasped her thigh, just below her ass, he pulled her in even closer than she had been before, standing right at the juncture between his legs. Slowly she leaned down, they were close, their breaths intermingling slightly as she stopped, their noses brushing as she looked at him. For a moment she hesitated, but before she could move he pushed forward, their lips connected. This was not the same as it had been when they had first kissed, this was not need driven. It was driven by longing and care, a certain desperation to be close to each other again. Their lips moved perfectly together, just like they had before, his lips were plush, but chapped, she could still taste the scrambled eggs on him, but there was more to him than that. There was the comfort, there was the warmth of him. The familiarity of his taste. As they pulled away he gently brushed his nose against hers, pressing a second, quicker kiss to her lips. This time she nuzzled her nose to his, a content sigh escaping her lips. It was almost like something had moved into place, like something finally aligned that had been out of order during the past.

“Let’s go to bed,” his voice was low and gravelly, as he looked at her. The burning in his eyes had not gone away, but they both knew that they were too tired, they needed to sleep. She knew that there was more that he would like to do, she did as well, but the tiredness was still at the forefront of their minds.

Letting Jack get up she began turning off the lights, slowly they moved into his bedroom, it took them about ten minutes to get settled, the soft blankets wrapped around them, black out curtains drawn closed. She was facing Jack, nuzzled close to him, head resting on the same pillow his head was resting on her forehead pressed against his neck, one arm supporting her own head, the other one pressed against her chest. Jack had wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him. the other one was curled under his head. They both knew that they would not be staying like this for the rest of the morning, but right now this felt right. She could hear the steady beating of his heart as she slowly began to drift off to sleep, his hand drawing a soothing pattern on her back. Safely cocooned up with him she knew that no one could hurt her here, not if he was with her.

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iloveyanderes · 2 days ago

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Got an idea, it’s been plaguing my mind for weeks now. Know genshin cult au? Well take the sagau out of it and add in honkai star rail!

Cult au with the Aeon’s and their darlings. The followers of the different aeons are the cult members. Some cults have one darling while others having multiple. The only thing completely the same being the fact that the Aeons are the one’s choosing the darlings(only being chosen by their followers if they of course physically cannot like Idrila or Akivili)

Right now I'm gonna only do the aeon’s that I’m familiar with and also smut warning but it probably won’t be accurate as I am asexual and never actually had sex before. Also this will technically be non-con as its a cult and very heavy themes of yandere with violence genocide having your loved ones be killed right in front of you,forced worship, gaslighting, manipulation, and a messed up viewpoint of ‘taking care of someone’ so please don’t read if your not comfortable with this.

Minors DNI

First I’d have to start with akivili themselves. It might be a little bit disappointing to you but they would be the least concerning of all the possible cults. The trailblazers quite literally are travelers so they’re darling is not trapped, akivili likely only had one darling who he adventures with and that's the only darling the nameless have. The real only yandere part of this is the fact that the nameless are all overprotective. Akivili had been overprotective but still wouldn’t do anything as they loved the trailblaze, when they mysteriously vanished the darling stayed behind and still helped the nameless do their trailblazing. When the train broke down darling fell into a coma until himeko found the train and repaired it. Now the trailblazers defy the norms and actually set off to free all the darlings eternally trapped in the depths of the aeons clutches.

Now everything after this gets serious.

Let's start with lan the hunt.

Lan has no official main darling, he marks those who he deems either worthy or vulnerable. And the xianzhou alliance hunts them down and brings them to the xianzhou. Instead of normally getting married like normal people the people who can hunt down those marked by the hunt can marry them-even multiple of these darlings if can get multiple of them(lets just say jing yuan and Feixiao have many darlings-collect them like cat) the purpose is to show everyone that your the strongest because you’ve proven yourself the most to the hunt by collecting the most darlings. What you do with the darlings is up to the person who captured them. They say the general jing yuan has gotten many of his darlings pregnant as proof of his victory, feixiao’s darlings are known for not being able to walk after a night with her. All the darlings are usually covered head to toe in all sorts of hickeys and bite marks as proof of the cultists victory. Very rough treatment that the darlings go through.

Not nearly as rough as the darlings of Nanook have to endure though. Nanook believed that the universe is a mistake, everything except for their darlings of course. The less than a handful of darlings that Nanook chose. The followers of Nanook are only allowed to have the darling that Nanook himself picked out. Nanook himself is very cruel to his darlings but he sees it as “showing them the truth” He’ll kill one of his darlings entire family in front of them while having one of his followers eat them out to slowly train them into thinking that annihilating the universe is the best possible thing to do. Other than completely destroying everything that they love he treats the darlings like kings or queens and their followers obviously picking up on this and replicating this.

Now weirdly enough I’m thinking a lot about the Aeon Idrila, I’d imagine before her disappearance or death? Whatever happened to her, she was an aeon who actually took a lover rather than a darling. However, upon her not being there anymore her followers became delusional and thought they had to trap and contain beauty or else it’ll leave them just like idrila did. The knights of beauty are the only cultists in the universe that actually choose their darlings because idrila can’t. On new years eve they track down the most beautiful girl/boy they can find, kidnap them, then forcibly pleasure them until they’ve reached the pinnacle of beauty that they could make and then encase them in resin so they’ll never look any different-with a pleasure toy stuck on one of there most sensitive spots so they still feel pleasure even after being encased eternally. It also would’ve been super cool if Idrila had a main darling who was actually her lover but was kidnapped by the knights of beauty after her disappearance because they were afraid to lose idrilas last living proof of having existed, so after new years all 364 days are spent maintaining and upholding the main darling’s beauty-making them even more beautiful with endless pampering, lotions, and beauty care products. They’re also always overstimulated out of there mind because theres nothing more beautiful than someone constantly about to orgasm-according to the knights of beauty of course.

For the preservation I’d like to imagine that the main darling of Qlipoth is on the run from the IPC because they’ve long abandoned the will of the preservation but still pretend like they didn’t. Of course losing the main darling must’ve been the most humiliating thing possible so the IPC has kept it under wraps in the excuse that the main darling is ‘sick’ while secretly trying to hunt them down. They've come disgustingly close to getting the main darling and once they do the main darling is never going to see the light of day again. On the side note the other darlings are usually kept as pets or sugar babies. Sometimes the pet play gets a little too intense…

I'm going to end on the harmony because God that'd be a nightmare. Darlings of the harmony are chosen by xipe when they've been abused, hurt, or are in disharmony. Claiming that they need ‘help’. These darlings used to get actual help like therapy or a better opportunity to life but ever since the order became more prevelant they're now taken from there homes and kept under the ‘protection’ of the family. The family is there to bring them to ‘harmony’ which includes mind control, chains, and an endless amount of orgasms. One thing that is disappointing is the fact that people never talk about just how horrifying the harmony is, like you could be on the brink of orgasming and the harmony can make any pleasure you feel 10 times more intense and unavoidable, add the order and you can orgasm without ever even being touched. So intense you can't even remember your own name anymore. some ‘unruly’ darlings might even be drugged to the point there high out of there mind and can't even coherently think. The darlings of the harmony may be kept in gilded dreams and paradise but freedom stopped being an option.

One day a young singer named Robin found herself asking; ‘when did the harmony become less like the harmony and more like the order’

And that's all I have for now, may or may not be continued as this took me a very long time to make but anyone reading feel free to make a fanfic as I really like this idea.

Have a good day/night/evening/afternoon/morning!

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tobesolnelyx · 2 days ago

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Hiiii, for a one shot, I was thinking about adult!van and reader in an established relationship, they stayed together through the wilderness and couldn't leave one another. Life is not easy, guilt and nightmares making it difficult for both of them, but life is almost peaceful when they're together. They couldn't be more happy, they both like their jobs, somehow happy with what they're doing with their lives. But, recently, reader started to talk less and less to Van, avoiding her gaze, and most of all her physical contact. Van didn't push it at first, not wanting to make reader uncomfortable. But, reader continued to avoid Van like the pest, despite living together, always refusing any sort of physical contact, always managing to avoid talking somehow. Van is starting to get worried, thinking she did something wrong or maybe that reader is going to leave her. And as she goes to confront reader, to understand what's happening she hears noises in the bathroom. The door is slightly open and that's how she sees reader frowning at herself in the mirror, slightly mumbling about negative things. Then Van enters and reader immediately puts clothes back on. Van tries to ask about what happened but reader denies it, saying that everything is okay. But Van is getting more and more worried, she is almost tearful, thinking that it was going to be over for them and that reader was going to leave her. Reader, when she sees Van like this, immediately feels guilty and reassured her before finally explaining what's been on her mind for so long : reader felt insecure about her scars (honestly could be anything you want : the ones she got from the wilderness, in an accident, SH, or even stretch marks, whatever makes you more comfortable writing about) and was disgusted by her own body. Van finds this ridiculous because first of all she loves reader more than anything and also because reader never had a problem with her scars on her face, always kissing them. So, during the next days, Van makes herself a mission : making reader feel better. It could be some nice little comments, soft touches, etc. Could also be during sex and Van worshiping reader's body gently <3

I think it would work as fluff, hurt/comfort and smut if you want to :)!

— i’ll look after you || adult!van x reader 🦊 (post-crash)

a/n: thanks for req! didn’t include the smut part cause i didn’t feel like it. let me know if you want to write soft smut to that anyway. im definitely open to that! it was so fun to write ahhhh

summary: you got too deep in your head. van, as always, is here to help you get through it. hurt/comfort. fluff.

warnings: mentions of self harm, self hatred, standard yellowjackets warnings.

word count: about 2.7k.

It all started years ago, when you finally managed to leave the wilderness behind. As soon as the plane took off, you didn't look back. You didn't even want to.

The problem was, that place was going to haunt you for the rest of your life.

You remember the flight vividly—how terrifying it was. Your whole body shook, cold sweat clung to your palms, and your fingers clutched Van's hand with desperate strength.

Van was always there. No matter what.

So when you felt her fingers lace through yours, squeezing so tightly you thought she might crush your bones, you felt a spark of hope.

A chance, at least, at a normal life.

With her.

Because the thought that Van might not be there was something you never allowed yourself to entertain. Not after everything you had endured together. Not after spending nearly every waking moment side by side, clinging to each other to stay sane—against all odds.

You looked at her.

Everyone was silent then, lost between fear and a fragile sense of relief. The only sounds were the steady hum of the plane's engines and the low murmurs of the rescue crew—speaking as though afraid that a raised voice might shatter the fragile peace and send one of you lunging at them.

Maybe they weren't entirely wrong. You didn't know anymore.

Van met your gaze at last, tired but looser, more at ease than the others. After so much time spent running in circles, after so many days just fighting to survive, she looked as though someone had lifted a crushing weight off her shoulders.

You knew that some of you would never adjust. Would never fit back into the rhythm of the world, would never fully understand what normal was anymore.

But you and Van had each other. And that made you less afraid than the rest.

The first few weeks back were the hardest. Beyond the paparazzi, the nosy journalists, the endless hospital examinations—you simply couldn't find your place around.

Returning home to a place where everything was in its rightful spot was... strange. Running water, warm radiators, soft beds—it was all so horribly normal it made your skin crawl. You couldn't imagine going to college now, or worse—getting a job.

Not when, only a month ago, your teeth had torn through human flesh and dirt had soaked into the marrow of your bones.

It was then that Van, finally discharged from the hospital, announced that you absolutely had to catch up on all the movies you had missed while you were gone.

You agreed—because you couldn't imagine being away from her for long.

Besides, it gave you both something to do. Something to anchor yourselves with, to stop yourselves from drifting too far into the dark corners of your own minds.

Even if it meant rotting in front of the TV, holding hands, and gorging on junk food you hadn't seen in months.

Van preferred being at your place anyway. Her mother was too much. And your parents didn't mind. They were just relieved you had some shred of normalcy left.

You always curled up next to her, watching whatever terrible movie Van had dragged in.

Years later, not much had changed. If anything, it had only gotten better.

You lived together now, as far from Wiskayok as you could manage. Partly because you had always wanted to escape that shithole, and partly because you couldn't bear the sight of the others—wandering the streets like empty shells.

Van had opened a small but sufficient business of her own. You had found a stable job at last. Van's scars had softened with time, and you made sure to kiss each one every night.

Evenings were still spent the same way: curled up on the couch, with cheap snacks and some ridiculous film Van had unearthed.

"Van," you said one evening, grimacing but laughing at the same time. "This movie is terrible. Put on something else."

"Hey," she grinned, wrapping her arm tighter around your shoulders, pulling you even closer. "This is a classic, babe. You can't just call it terrible. It's essential viewing."

"Is it?" you teased, raising your eyebrows. "I think I was a much happier person before this movie started."

Van rolled her eyes but kissed your forehead anyway, smiling that lopsided smile you loved so much.

"Too late," she murmured, pulling back just enough to flash you a goofy grin.

You always slept together. In all the twenty-five years since your return, there had only been a handful of nights you slept apart. Not because you couldn't stand being separated, but because it was easier that way.

Safer.

The unpleasant hum of voices and memories in your head would grow quieter when you were together.

There were nights when one of you would wake up disoriented, unsure of where you were. And every time, you ended up curled up together, wrapped in blankets like some makeshift straightjacket, waiting for dawn. Because after those nightmares, sleep didn't come easily. You had to start over, every day.

There were days when one of you couldn't settle. Restless. Like you no longer fit inside your own skin, like guilt was gnawing an unbearable hole through you.

And when it felt like you were about to shatter apart, the other would catch you—suggest a walk, a stupid conversation, anything to pull you back.

Van knew she couldn't survive without you.

And then, one day, it hit you. That strange, suffocating feeling.

And not even Van's hands could chase it away this time. Her words, for the first time, didn't help.

You felt as lost as you had at seventeen.

If you couldn't live normally, you decided, you would at least pretend. For Van. For what you had.

It didn't work.

Not when you stood before the bathroom mirror in utter silence and really looked at yourself. Suddenly, everything chafed worse than ever. You couldn't just shrug it off as a bad day anymore.

Being queer in the '90s hadn't been easy. And your thighs still bore the evidence—white scars slicing across your skin. Not to mention the marks left from the wilderness itself, in random places, some more visible than others.

You hadn't thought about them in a long time. But now, you couldn't stop.

Especially now, when your body had changed over the years. And for the first time in your life, you wondered if Van might... leave.

So, whether consciously or not, you pushed her away first.

At first, Van thought it was just one of those bad days you both sometimes had. You avoided her—which was strange. You refused to meet her eyes. You always kept some distance between you. You sat farther away on the couch, flinching when she tried to touch you.

Van decided to give you space. Maybe it would pass. After everything you'd been through, how could she blame you?

She told herself it would fade, like everything else.

But she started worrying when you began skipping goodbye kisses before leaving for work. A kiss took seconds. You had always found time before.

Then you stopped letting her touch you at all.

You even started avoiding changing clothes in front of her—something that had never been a problem before. After all, in the wilderness, you had seen each other naked countless times. It had been almost natural.

And yet.

That's when Van truly started to worry. Confused didn't even begin to cover it.

One evening, she decided enough was enough.

She would get through to you, one way or another. She couldn't go back to those dark days. She couldn't keep worrying that you would slip through her fingers and shatter into pieces.

Van felt like she was seventeen again.

You were lying on the bed, reading god-knows-what, and Van barely cared. She walked over, gently tugging the book from your hands. She hoped you'd laugh—or at least smile.

Instead, you stiffened.

Van hesitated—but leaned in anyway, bracing herself on her arms and nuzzling her cold nose against your neck.

You flinched.

And not from pleasure.

Her lips found your neck, her hand sliding down to your thigh.

That's when you started to squirm, trying to gently push her away. Your hands trembled. Your pulse sped up. And suddenly, you felt trapped—like a wild animal.

You almost bolted from the room.

"Not... not tonight, Van," you muttered. You didn't even call her "love," like you usually did. Just her name. Something twisted painfully in Van's gut.

"I'm just... not in the mood," you added, fumbling for excuses. "Maybe another time."

You slipped out from under her, leaving Van more worried and confused than ever before.

And a horrible thought—an ugly, gnawing thought—sprouted in her mind:

Maybe you wanted to leave.

A few days later, after closing up shop, Van decided she couldn't take it anymore. The doubt. The fear. The guilt gnawing at her that she had somehow screwed everything up.

You used to tell each other everything. Why couldn't you now?

Van wasn't about to give up on the life she had fought so hard for. She had everything she had ever dreamed of. And she wasn't going to let it fall apart.

Even if her heart hammered in her chest and her legs shook slightly, she hunted through the house for you.

Finally, she found the bathroom door ajar.

She froze.

You were standing there, pants pushed halfway down your thighs, a loose shirt hanging off your shoulders, examining... the scars?

Van realized you were staring at yourself like you were searching for something that wasn't there.

"Disgusting," you muttered under your breath.

And that was enough.

Van pushed the door open.

You turned to her, wide-eyed, yanking your pants back up and fumbling to button your shirt. She had already seen. But you couldn't bear the thought of her seeing again. Because maybe this time, she would agree with you. Maybe this time, she would see you the way you feared most.

"What are you doing?" she asked softly, standing in the doorway.

You shook your head, forcing the most fake smile you had ever given her.

"Nothing," you said. But the tremor in your voice betrayed you.

Silence stretched between you. Heavy and loaded—like the nights in the wilderness when you spoke of dreams you didn't really believe would ever come true.

Van wasn't about to let it go.

"Okay," she sighed at last, her voice filled with confusion. You bit your lip, guilt gnawing deeper and deeper with each second. "I'm tired of this shit," Van said. "Tell me what's going on."

You clenched your jaw. Lowered your hands. Looked at yourself in the mirror again.

Took a deep breath.

"Nothing's wrong, Van," you lied—and the words tasted like acid in your mouth.

"Bullshit," she snapped. Her voice cracked. She swallowed hard, fists clenching at her sides, eyes locked on yours so fiercely you couldn't look away this time. "You're avoiding me," she said.

You dug your nail painfully into your palm.

"You're avoiding me, and I have no idea why," she continued. "I'm tired of being brushed off. I'm scared to death, and you're just..." her voice cracked again, tears glinting in her eyes. "...you're just pretending nothing's fucking wrong."

"You want to leave me?" she asked at last, a single tear sliding down her cheek.

"What?" you stared at her, stunned. "No. It's not that. I don't want..."

"Then what is it?" she pushed. You had only seen Van cry a handful of times. Knowing you had caused it now made you feel even worse.

And you broke.

"I feel horrible," you said finally, your voice barely above a whisper. "In my own skin. With my body. With the scars..." You shrugged helplessly."I feel disgusting."

Van blinked. Once. Twice.

Then she laughed softly— not because she thought it was silly, but because she couldn't understand how you didn't see it.

"Why didn't you tell me?" she whispered, her expression turning serious as she took a small step toward you.

And when you neither moved nor answered, her hands found your waist, pulling you tightly against her chest. Into a warm, firm embrace. Her fingers slid through your hair, and you felt something inside you shatter completely.

And it didn't even feel bad.

The tears came freely then. You broke down completely in her arms, soaking the front of her t-shirt, your fingers clenching tightly into the fabric as if it were the only thing keeping you grounded. You didn't know what you would do without her. And you never wanted to find out.

"I'm sorry," you sobbed into her shoulder, and she only held you tighter, anchoring you so you wouldn't spiral even deeper. Just like she always had. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." The words died somewhere along the way.

Van held you like that for a good half hour. Until you calmed down. Until the tears slowed, until your eyes grew puffy and your lips tasted salty from crying. Until your grip on her softened at last.

She carried you without a word to the bedroom, wrapping you tightly in her arms throughout the night, just like she had done so many years ago. In case you woke up needing her. At least it gave her a few hours to think of a way to fix this.

She listened to the steady rhythm of your breathing, adjusted automatically when you shifted in your sleep, whispered softly in your ear about how much she loved you. Even if you weren't fully awake to hear it.

Eventually, Van found a way. She found a way to fix it.

And that was already more than half the battle won. Because Van was sure of one thing: She wasn't about to let you go. Not after holding you every night for the past twenty-five years.

Van launched a little plan.

It started the next morning, when she made you breakfast and buried you under a mountain of compliments.

"You don't have to say all that," you muttered, trying to wrangle the whirlwind of emotions tearing through your head—guilt, that strange nervousness whenever you tried to believe her.

Van simply sat down beside you at the table and tilted her head until you had no choice but to meet her eyes.

"I think about it every day," she said, a small, genuine smile tugging at her lips. "I think about you—always. Everywhere. I just figured it was time to start saying it out loud."

You stared at her.

Van had always had this uncanny ability to melt people's walls with the sheer force of warmth she somehow carried inside her. You never knew where she got it from. But you were endlessly grateful for it now.

She tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear, and you had to fight the smile creeping onto your face.

Van hadn't been this stupidly proud of herself in a long time.

Over the next few days, she kept it up. Complimenting you. Sometimes so ridiculously that you couldn't help but laugh.

And it worked. God, it worked.

She didn't slow down either—if anything, she doubled down.

Then, once you started feeling a little better—a little more like yourself—she began pulling you close again during movie nights.

"You're staring," you mumbled one evening, your eyes glued to the TV. The stubborn knot in your chest loosened a little more each day. And every time it threatened to tighten again, stealing your breath away, Van was there to pull you back.

She just hummed, her eyes still fixed on you.

"Is that bad?" she asked softly, her fingers tracing slow, comforting circles on your arm. Then she began planting small kisses along your shoulder, your neck—anywhere she could reach.

You stiffened at first. But you didn't pull away. Not this time.

"I guess not," you murmured at last, tilting your head a little, giving her better access. Her lips roamed up and down, her hands gently massaging the scars on your thighs. And this time—you didn't flinch.

"Good," she murmured against your jaw, pressing another kiss there."Because I love you too damn much not to stare."

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blastzachilles · 21 hours ago

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— Photograph .ᐟ

CHARACTERS: STANFORD BUTCH!ART x FEM!READER WORD COUNT: 1.6k CW: SMUT 18+, afab reader, oral (f!receiving), mentions of death

a/n: happy late challengersversary!! enjoy my loser butch baby <3 link to main post!

— She’s never missed anyone like she’s missed you.

Art still keeps the locket you gave him with your picture in it, and hasn’t been able to get rid of the photos he took of you. Those are still hanging up on his bulletin board, like he’s expecting you to walk in the door any moment now. Expectations that are more like prayers.

She’s lost without you, her only memories of you those captured forever on a polaroid or embedded into an SD card.

The breakup was messy. Screaming, crying, all of it. Art hasn’t moved on. She hopes you haven’t either. She thinks you haven’t, if the info she gets from your mutual friends in photography class is enough to say anything. Art doesn’t know for sure, though. You blocked him on everything, and while it stung, he gets it.

At least she tells herself that when she’s still, months later, sobbing herself to sleep.

Art’s always replaying all the memories in his head. From the first day you met in that god awful math gen ed, to the day she finally worked up the courage to ask you out on that picnic, to the day you both made it official, while she was showing you how she develops her film in the dark room.

Those same memories are currently replaying as Art takes her nightly walk through campus, enjoying the breeze that comes with dusk. Those same memories that make her think you’re just a hallucination, that you’re not real, until she walks right into you, sending you flying forward.

“Fuck! I’m so sorry!” she exclaims, quickly reaching out a hand to help you.

“No, no, you’re okay—” You begin with a chuckle, but it quickly silences itself as you grab the offender’s arm, looking up at them, a blank expression writing itself onto your face. “Art.”

You let him help you up, but are quick to retract your hand from his arm. Especially when you feel blood start to rush to your cheeks. And your hands go sweaty. And your mind go fuzzy.

“Uh… hi?” she manages to get out awkwardly, rubbing the back of her neck.

“Hey. You still go on these walks?”

Shit. You started these nightly walks with her. One day, when you two were cuddled up in her twin bed together, you mentioned wanting to see the stars. She suggested going out for a walk, and when you said something about light pollution and being unable to see the stars here at Stanford, you both just laughed. God. He misses that laugh.

“Oh—uh, yeah. You too?”

“Yeah.”

You nod back, the air tense and awkward, filled with both too little unsaid and too much said. The words she wants to blurt out, that she still loves you, that she never stopped, that she still wants you. But the words she spoke to you during the breakup are those she’ll never be able to take back. No matter how much she wishes she could.

“Well. Nice seeing you, Art.” you break the silence with your goodbye, and turn around, beginning to walk off.

Which sends Art into a frenzy, running after you to catch up, before she grabs your wrist.

“Wait!”

“Art, seriously. What do you want?” You fight the urge to let your face soften the way you so badly want it to, but if you gave an inch, you know she’d take a mile.

But she’s always had an exceptional eye.

“I want to show you some things. I have some more photos I’m developing of you, and want you to come pick up the locket and old photos of us.”

“Art—”

“Please?”

You never could let her lose. “Fine.”

The walk back to her place is silent, save for the sounds of the night, the air still awkward. The crickets sound like they’re mocking you, the cars driving past inviting enough for you to get into should you wish to leave, and the sounds of other people roaming campus comforting to have as background conversation.

Art lets you into the unfamiliar townhouse, and you both slide off your shoes before she leads you into her basement.

“Since when did you set up your own dark room?”

“Since we broke up and I found my own place.” He chuckles, but it’s strained, like the words hurt to say.

She wasn’t lying when she said she still had developed photos to give you, as she turns the red light on and walks over to where they’re hanging. unclipping the dry photos and handing them to you. Art thinks they’re his best work. You’re inclined to agree.

Her shots of you always had the most emotion. Like you could feel the love you both shared in that one little screenshot of life.

“Art, these are…”

“You think?”

“I know.”

Art smiles, trying to fight the giddy feeling creeping up on her. Your compliments always mean the most.

“Art, I—”

She cuts you off, face soft as she stares at you.

“Do you remember our first kiss?”

“Art, please.”

“Under the lamppost?”

“Art.”

“It was so dark everywhere else, like, four am. And we had just left Pat’s house.”

“Art!” Your voice is a little louder now, and it snaps him out of his thoughts.

“Sorry. It was just… it was beautiful. Don’t you think?”

You know he’s won at this point, sighing as your face softens. “Yeah. Yeah, it was.”

His smile grows when he sees your face. She knows she’s won too.

“I miss you so much.”

The words immediately wipe the smile off your face.

“Art…”

“Please.”

Your face softens a touch more, gaze shifting down to the photos in your hands. Shutting your eyes, you take a deep breath, and then look back up at Art.

“Okay.”

And it’s all she needs before the photos are dropped to the floor and she’s wrapped her arms around you, as though you could disappear at any moment, her lips crashing against yours with the desperation of someone who’s lost themselves in months of being alone. Your hands rest on her cheeks, and you kiss her back with that same passion and fervor.

“Art—” you gasp, and it’s all she needs before she’s walking you backwards into the stairwell, setting you down on the staircase and kneeling a few steps below, her hands reaching for your hips.

“Is this okay?” she blurts out, voice low with desperation and desire.

“Yes, god, yes.” you huff, watching as Art makes quick work of the clothes on your lower half.

“Missed you so much. Missed you so fucking much. I love you, god, I love you.” She repeats like a mantra, sitting up as she remembers to kiss at your neck, leave a few hickeys, gently brush against your collarbone.

Her movements are slow and reverent, like you’re something to be worshipped, to be bowed to. In her eyes, you might as well be.

Art slowly kisses down your abdomen over your shirt, until she reaches your inner thigh. Then she kneels once more, and kisses upwards to your cunt, knowing exactly what to do when she hears your moan.

Shut up and work.

So that’s exactly what she does.

His tongue works up through your folds, before circling around your clit and adding just the slightest amount of pressure against it. When you cry out, the sound of your head falling back and softly brushing against the staircase, she knows she’s still got it.

And when one of your hands grab onto her hair for some semblance of support, she moans into your cunt, grinning against it as she looks up to see your currently wrecked state.

Her tongue dives inside you, and she thinks that she could die right here, and this would be heaven. She doesn’t need anything else than to be able to see you fall apart for her. And when your legs shake, ankles locking behind her neck and knees hooking over her shoulders, she only indulges in more, like this is her first meal in years.

You let out a loud moan, and your legs begin shaking even more violently. “Art, Oh! I’m coming, I’m coming!—”

He moans into your pussy, lapping up your release and easing you through your orgasm like letting anything drop anywhere would be a crime punishable by death.

Once it’s all over, you collapse against the staircase, smiling as you see Art lean her cheeks against your thigh, peppering kisses all over.

“I love you. I love you so much.” she whispers, pleading in her voice.

“I love you too, Art.” you reply with a smile, unable to lie anymore. “I do.”

She helps you up from the staircase, taking your discarded clothes with her, and leads you to her bathroom to clean you up. Once you’re all clean, you both make your way to her room, where you fall into bed with her, wrapped around her like a koala, and you’re quick to fall asleep.

You wake up well-rested and disoriented the next morning, unsure of where you are until you feel the warm body beside you, smiling when you see Art’s face, the sun shining through the window leaving an angelic glow on her face.

Yeah. You’re definitely getting back together after this.

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mtcloudsworld · 2 days ago

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OKAY I HAD A DREAM

Where like reader is an important person in the community like the person who takes care of children outdoors and every thing right? NOW image the reader losing her passion for it until she meets Jason (who’s stuffed in a dumpster side why not🤷🏽‍♀️) and she takes him home and cleans his wounds

Good nightttt (drink water dawg dehydration is not sexy)

Okay listen.... hehhehhehhehheh.

Taking care of kids is like, a lot.

It's really a lot.

No seriously it's LITERALLY way too much. 😭

But you?

You're not heartless no?

You'll take them, feed them, clothed them-- do the bare minimum, do what any and every parent/guardian should do and then some.

Lately it's been rough though. It's been draining the living shit out of you. People don't know how you do it but they commend you for having such a heart for it. It's nothing really, it's just you doing the right thing. Who's gonna care for them if nobody else does?

And because you like to get shit done the way you want and how you want it-- very independent. There are times where your just.. lagging a little? It's starting to feel like a job now rather than just doing it out of human decency. The passion? It just hasn't been there anymore.

And it's not the kids, no.

It's the fact that you're doing it all by yourself, and you know deep down inside you need help.

But you don't want to let go. You've built this orphanage from the ground up. Memories of joy and love was hard to give away, when you've all grown attached. I mean they call you mama for crying out loud😭

It's like you're on the fence about it and you feel guilty for feeling that way but it's true.

So, like I said before taking care of kids is a fucking full time job, paid or not, you gotta go through the steps to make sure everyone is good. Are you good? Because babygirl you're tired, and you're this 🤏🏾 close to crashing out and it's not looking cute baby, not one bit.

Luckily you have some people in your circle who sees the obvious right?

They see you're not your usual, right?

So a break.

You just need time to yourself.

You need a years worth of a vacation really but is that even ideal? No not really. You've been known to be a working hard sista who never liked to be seen as lazy, who always wanted to give give give to the community and help others.

So, vacation it is.

Vacation is what you need right?

Most suggested you travel outside of Gotham. Go somewhere far far away for awhile.

But how could you? Have you seen them prices lately? Shit is kinda expensive nowadays ya feel me? 😂

Nonetheless, you're gonna try to stay home and not do much. You're gonna try to relax or whatever.

Fast forward, five months in, you're living in your peace. Taking care of yourself. Doing what you want. You call the oraphange every now and then just to check in on everyone but no hasn't really seen much of you.

And just when you were getting comfortable, feeling kid free. Something happens, something wild yet not beyond your character happens.

You found yourself standing before a dumpster side watching as a pair of legs dangle from outside of the smelly object.

You were just out at a nearby coffee shop getting a cinnamon roll (because you were just randomly craving something sweet and they were the only place open) when you just so happened to hear someone call for help out of the very dark suspicious alleyway, and as you got closer you just see little legs, dangling.

You gasp, "oh my gosh!" You run over to the dumpster and start helping them out.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

Removing the trash and debris, you're able to finally see them.

He nods. Light skin, strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes.

Your frown grows deeper when you see all these bumps and bruises all over his skin, some scratches here and there-- clearly he's been abused and you're afraid he's gone through much worse.

"Who did this to you?" You ask, "Are your parents or guardians around?"

Stoic and voiceless, he looks down at himself, where your hands were located-- wrapped around his tiny torso, he stood still in his grasp feeling slightly bothered but also realizing that they were gentle. He also realized your voice was soft with concern. You smelled nice and looked perfect, almost as if nothing could really harm you, you also look familiar but couldn't quite put a name to you.

Knelt before him, your eyes scanned between his, in hopes he'd give you a response. But he doesn't, instead he just stands there and observes you curiously.

You sigh, already knowing he wasn't gonna say a word from the way he was looking at you.

You have a kid.

You have a kid. In your house.

You have a kid in your house after you distinctly promised not to take care of anybody else.

But you're not heartless! You weren't just gonna leave him out there like that! What if something happened to him? It'd eat you alive knowing you could've done something to prevent it.

And so you sat there, at the table beside him watching carefully as he rushed to eat his food, making a mess in the process.

"Hey, hey, hey, slow down. There's plenty okay? No need to rush, just enjoy it yeah?"

Poor thing, he's hungry. Whoever was responsible for this has clearly been starving and abusing the kid for sometime now

You groan, running your hands over your face. You stand to your feet going back into your guest room to find the first aid kit and something for him to wear.

After he gets done eating, you give him privacy to clean himself. Proceeding to get dress before coming back to you, proceeding to care and dress his wounds.

"We'll go out tomorrow and find you some clothes and toiletries. I doubt you'd want to smell like me for much longer." You say halfheartedly, giving him one last bandage before pulling away.

You ushered him into the guest room he was previously in and tucks him into bed for good measure. Telling him you're not that far if he needs anything. He just nods and buries himself in the covers.

Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months.

He moved with caution and watched your every move. He was very quiet unless spoken to. Trust wasn't there yet but eventually he opened up to you little by little.

Let's just say it took awhile for him to say anything to you. For him to tell you his name was Jason, for him to tell you his likes and dislikes, for you to understand his family wasn't really there for him. For you to understand that he doesn't ever want to leave your side.

Soon, he finds out who you are. The face of the community, the one who built the orphanage not that far from you. He finds out that there were other kids like him who came from the same background as him.

And as you stood back and watched him interact with other kids, it made your heart swell. To see this boy who was (and still is) so introverted, wouldn't go to anybody for anything, was slowly starting to open up.

It made you realize right then and there you were to just building this orphanage for kids to stay in. You built this place for kids to feel loved and safe. To feel like they have a home. To make them understand they are not alone in this world. They have every right to feel secure, happy, to feel... wanted. That nothing is their fault. That they're not the cause of other people's problems. They're innocent.

And so little by little you started to feel like yourself again but more refreshed and uplifted, now that you have a management team of your own is able to work things out smoothly, you manage more than just one orphanage in the city.

And Jason? Well...

You've adopted him as your kid now ☺️

Goodnight anon (Lol I'm drinking water as we speak. Gotta keep the body hydrated ya know?)

- ☁️

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littleemissperfecttt · 2 days ago

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Eat her out pt.2

Summary: F/n L/n was a very beautiful girl who was forced to marry not one, not two but FIVE men in order to preserve her clans bloodline. How will the marriage workout? Will the five men get along? Will F/n have a happy life?

Warnings: fingering, cumming, foursome? (kinda), eating reader out, jealousy, male masterbation, teasing, toji-nanami-sukuna worshipping reader

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Chapter 3

Readers pov-

I woke up with two of my very handsome and sexy soon to be husbands beside me

I groaned and stretched before sitting up

"Suguru baby wake up it's already morning we slept through dinner" i said in my morning voice as i shook him to wake him up

"Ok ok i am up" he said in his morning voice so deep it went straight to my core getting it wet

'Gosh what the fuck is wrong with me his voice alone can get me wet' I thought to myself as I mentally slapped myself for having such thoughts in the morning

I turned around to distract myself so I can wake Satoru up

"Satoru honey wake up" i shook him as he groaned and turned around

"Satoru..." I shook him again but this time he was so fast.

He was on top of me "let's sleep for 5 more mins" he said and laid on my breasts and nuzzled between them making himself comfortable

I blushed furiously because of which Suguru laughed "you are acting as though we didn't see every inch of you yesterday" I hit his chest and covered my face with my hands

"You guys are so....urgh!"

They both laughed

Satoru was about to say something when someone barged in the room without knocking

I squealed in surprise and Suguru rose from his place to see who had barged into the room

"We are not even married yet and you already have favourites??" Sukuna asked with narrowed eyes, making my eyes widen in shock

"What no! I don't have favourites Satoru and Suguru wanted to cuddle last night!!" I said pushing Satoru off of me and sitting up to defend myself

"Tch whatever we have to go wedding shopping today so we are going out, get ready and come downstairs" he said and walked away

"Sukuna wait!" I called out to him but he didn't turn back

I huffed and put my hands on my face not knowing what to do. I didn't have favourites how can I make them understand that? I want to give them all an equal chance

"Hey it's fine..." Suguru said resting his hand on my back rubbing it slowly "this relationship is new to everyone, it will take time to sort things out"

"But Sukuna..." I said looking down

"F/n-chan it's not your fault that he got jealous he has never had much competition ever so it will take him, more time than any of us...." Satoru said getting up

I only nodded my head not knowing what to say blaming myself for my actions last night and for hurting one of my fiance's feelings

"Why don't you guys go and get ready I have to get ready too" i said

"Sure" Suguru said he had a knowing look on his face which meant he knew I needed space for myself now, he got up from bed without saying much

"You know F/n-chan i can help you with getting ready" Satoru smirked at me

I blushed furiously "shut up" i hit his chest as he laughed out loud and got out of bed as well

"I will meet you guys downstairs??"

They both nodded their head while I smiled and excused myself to go get ready for a very long day ahead

'this is going to a rollercoaster of a day' i thought and started my bath

No one's pov-

The boys looked at each other then at F/n's bathroom door

"We should have talked about what happened yesterday with them too" Suguru said

"Hey you said we could make them jealous" Satoru replied as he crossed his arms pouting childishly

"I know but i didn't consider F/ns feelings... I want her to feel like an equal in this marriage not just a heir making machine..."

"I know buddy we can work things out just like you said..." Satoru replied now serious his childish demure melting away

"Hmm I just wish I knew how she feels about all this..."

Satoru just nodded his head understanding how his friend felt about this situation as he himself feels the same way

"Well let's go get ready we still need to talk to those people too" Satoru said changing the topic

The men went to their respective rooms to get ready

Timeskip brought to you by sukunas impatient ass

Satoru and Suguru got ready and headed to the dining room where they were met with the 3 very furious men

Suguru cleared his throat

"Gentlemen... I know the situation seems bad but it isn't as bad as you think it is" Satoru said

"Oh then how bad is it??" Toji asked sarcastically

"It was nothing... We cuddled her during the night... She didn't ask anything we just asked her ourselves" suguru said

Sukuna raised his eyebrows "are you sure that was it??" Sukuna raised his hand to show them F/n's crop-top which Satoru had ripped apart last night

Both Satoru and Suguru knew better than lying because they wanted this whole complicated relationship to work out

"No... We might have done something more..." Suguru said looking away

"I swear to god if you guys hav-" Nanami started but was interrupted

"No nothing like that happened we wanted her to feel good so we ate her out" Satoru said

"We wanted her to be comfortable... we wanted her to know she was special too" Suguru said

Sukuna rolled his eyes "if this whole thing is going to work out and if she says she doesn't have any favorites then we should get a chance like that too"

"You know it's not a decision we have to make.. it's solely F/n's" nanami said

"We should just be direct and ask her" Toji commented and everyone except Sukuna nodded

"Good morning guys" you came downstairs with a smile "When are we going out??"

No one answered the question

"Guys??" You called out again

"Look woman you said you had no favourites then let us do what they did to you too" sukuna said

"What??" You said while blushing

"We just want to please you baby if you want to that is..." Toji said

'what kind of deja vu is this??' you thought

"Umm you guys..." You started

"We want to be fair here since we got to know about your activities with them..." Nanami pointed at Satoru and Suguru

You were shocked to see even Nanami involved that's when you realized the depth of the situation and how it will affect your relationship with them

You gulped your saliva thinking everything through before saying "you can please me..."

"You don't have to F/n... We don't want to force you" Toji said caressing your hair to make sure you were thinking right. He didn't want this to be forced upon you, he didn't want this just out of obligation he wanted you to want this

"No I want to be fair with everyone..." You said knowing the consequences of your actions. You had fooled around a lot without thinking of their feelings so you agreed 'I want to know what you guys got too' you thought to yourself as you reframed yourself from blushing at the thought that came to your mind

"Are you sure??" Nanami asked

You just nodded your head

In a second Sukuna was kissing you and had lifted you up, he made you sit on the dining table after scattering everything on the dining table to the ground

His kiss was rough like he was trying to tell you something and one day you will find out what he wants to tell you. This kiss was so different from the kiss he gave you the day you all met

Sukuna pulled away and started kissing your neck while Toji came front and kissed you

You entangled your fingers in sukuna and tojis hair tugging it softly. This was the first time you were kissing toji and man you loved it, his lips were amazing, it molded your lips as though it was his from the beginning

You moaned into the kiss as Sukuna found your sweet spot on your neck as you tugged Toji's hair harder making him grunt into the kiss

Sukuna smirked victoriously and started abusing the spot and left marks there as though he wanted to claim you and show people you were HIS wife

Toji pulled out as Nanami kissed you without wasting another second while you tried to catch your breath

Toji lifted your shirt up which made the other two men stop their action and move their heads back a little

You peaked open your eyes a little to see what Satoru and Suguru were doing... Well they had their hands inside their pants and were stroking their length moaning softly while watching the actions going on between you three

They wish they were there pleasing you and see your expressions more clearly but they didn't want to interrupt the four of you and they also had their chances yesterday so they were quite happy

As soon as the shirt was removed Sukuna wasted no time and ripped your bra

"Hey that was my favourite!" You pulled away from the kiss and yelled at him which made him smirk

"Oh baby I don't think you will need to wear bras anymore you have our hands to cover them" he said as he palmed one of your breasts while Toji did the same to the other

"Oh gosh" you moaned as they palmed your nipples teasing you

Nanami started kissing your neck and going down between the valley of your breasts and burying his face there biting and sucking the spot in the process

Sukuna and Toji took both your nipples at the same time giving you extreme pleasure

You threw your head back and moaned

"Your moans are so sexy baby" Satoru said palming himself

Sukuna left your nipples and tore your pants and panties together as though they were nothing

He smirked and trailed his hands between your legs

"You are soaking already" he pulled out the transparent wetness from my thighs and licked it off his finger

You couldn't have the time to process the information as Nanami changed his spot from Sukuna and started sucking your nipples and Sukuna started kissing your inner thighs spreading them apart and going up to your core

You were a moaning mess the pleasure was too overwhelming to you

Toji and Nanami continued abusing your nipples while Sukuna was teasing your core with his fingers

"Sukuna please" you whimpered breathing heavily

"Please what baby?"

"Please stop teasing"

"My queens wish is my command" he said and plunged two fingers inside while you screamed from the sudden movement, to see your expressions more Sukuna stood up while pumping his fingers in and out

His fingers were much longer and wider than Satoru's or Suguru's. That's when you realised that Tojis fingers will be worse than this

"I know it will hurt at first my love but it will be fine" Toji said and kissed you softly which made your heart melt

You tugged his hair a little and pulled away moaning out loud

"Gosh baby you are squeezing my fingers I can't wait to put my cock inside you" Sukuna slurred fastening his pace

"Oh gosh Sukuna~" you moaned his name which sent shivers down his body, which made him move his fingers more faster

"Sukuna i am about to cum" you shrieked and a minute later came on his fingers

"You did great love" Nanami said and kissed you "now it's my turn" he whispered in your ear and bent down kissing your thighs and finally your core

You held onto Toji's shoulders for support as you didn't want to collapse on the dining table

"Nanami~~" you moaned as his tongue entered your core which was covered in your cum

Toji brushed your hair back and stared at you taking all your expressions burning them in his mind

You clenched your fingers onto Tojis shirt as you moaned "fuck baby you are so hot" he said and kissed you again

Sukuna was satisfied and licked his fingers clean while staring at you

Satoru and Suguru were looking intently while rubbing their already hard cocks 'I need to take a cold shower after this' they thought. They knew all 5 of them would take shower while their Queen would take a hot one to relax her muscles

Nanami did his job perfectly using his tongue to give you pleasure. He made you cum all over his face with his tongue alone because of your sensitivity

"Toji i am sensitive..." You whispered leaning onto his shoulder

"I know love but I know you can take me too" he said and plunged his fingers in slowly after Nanami got up while licking your essence from his face

"Fuck you are tight even after taking both of their fingers" Toji grunted and started to move his fingers faster making you a moaning mess

You kissed his neck and bit it leaving a mark just like you did to Suguru last night

He was shocked to feel you bite but he didn't complain, this just made him more aroused than ever

Meanwhile Sukuna, Nanami and Satoru were shocked to see you leaving a mark on Toji while you did nothing of the sort to them, obviously jealous of it but they knew better than comment right now

Toji skillfully used his fingers rubbing your clit and moving his hand in a faster pace to give you more pleasure

You threw your head back and cried his name out as you came on his fingers overwhelmed with pleasure

"You did so well my love so well" he said and gently kissed your forehead as you were catching your breath from all the pleasure you just had "you can rest now love I will take you to your room"

He picked you up and took you to your room laying you down and placing the blanket on top of you before leaving the room. As soon as your body hit the bed you were out cold forgetting all about the wedding shopping

"This is going to be a long long shower" he thought as he looked down on his bulge

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