#Taylor swift fanfic

[ejlovesvi]

note: i didn’t proofread this so i apologize if there are any spelling errors or mistakes. enjoy!

THERE’S ANOTHER ONE?

pairing: taylor swift x fem!reader

warnings: fluffy, kissing, alcohol intake, tay being upset that her fur babies love you more than her

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the night had been amazing so far. you and taylor had gone on your first date and everything went perfect. you two went to a nice restaurant and sat in the far back table where you giggled like school girls and gushed about shared interests.

so now as taylor giggles drunkenly, fiddling with her key to open her door, you can’t help but hope this isn’t a one time thing. she finally opens the door and swings it open, sighing in sweet relief. she kicks her shoes off and turns to face you when you close the door behind yourself as you take in the environment.

your eyes lock back on her and you smile girlishly at her soft gaze. you begin to take your shoes off all while maintaining the eye contact, “what?” you simply ask with a small laugh.

taylor bites her lip to contain her smile and shakes her head, “tonight’s been so amazing. i feel invincible right now.”

you grin at her, walking forward until you wrap your arms around the back of her neck, staring up at her with loving eyes. this is rare, for you to feel this in love on the first date. but you can tell taylor feels the same with the way she smiles down and wraps her arms around your waist. it makes you feel less stupid and shameful.

taylor gazes down at you in silence, her eyes heavy with alcohol and exhaustion of the eventful night. nonetheless, she conserves her energy for you, as she doesn’t want this night to end.

“can i kiss you, please?” she asks softly, a bit of her worried she may have misread your pace and signs of the night.

you give her a reassuring nod, “of course.”

she closes the space and just like that sparks fly in the air around you two. her soft lips move against yours slowly and gently, her movements a bit sloppy due to the bottle of wine you two split at the restaurant.

before you have the chance to deepen the kiss you feel something soft and furry move against your leg. you pull away from taylor’s lips and look down, a smile taking over your tingling lips at the sight.

a cat looks up at you with wide eyes, then a small meow escapes it’s mouth. you unhook your grip on taylor’s neck and crouch down to the cat’s level, letting it sniff your hand. taylor watches the interaction with love filled eyes.

“hi baby.” you coo, petting the cat from its neck to it’s tail. you continue the movement and eventually end up sitting criss cross on the floor in front of the door.

the cat climbs onto your lap and you smile in glee as you scratch it with your nails, feeling successful when the cat begins to knead it’s paws into your thighs.

taylor sits in front of you, criss cross as well with a small playful frown. “lucky, meredith never does that with me.”

you glance up at her with raised eyebrows before looking back down to the cat that purrs loudly, nudging her head against your slack hand. “hi meredith.” you whisper and scratch under her chin.

another cat enters the room and freezes once it’s next to taylor. she picks the cat up and places it into her lap, stroking it softly. “this is benjamin button, he’s my baby boy.”

you lean forward slightly and hold your hand out for benjamin to sniff. after a few seconds the cat jumps out of taylor’s lap and climbs onto your other available thigh. you scratch and pet both cats with a smile on your face.

taylor watches with endearment. the urge gets too strong that she impulsively pulls out her phone, snapping a quick photo. you look up with a grin, shaking your head. she shrugs, “had to save the moment. so the kids can see the first time they met you in the future.” she jokes.

it’s a small joke but it makes your stomach flutter. the thought of becoming official with her to be able to call her cat’s yours as well. you blush heavily and lean forward, planting a soft kiss on her lips.

she grins at you with loving eyes before they widen, “oh wait, you still have to meet olivia.”

your eyes widen more than hers as you gasp, “there’s another one?!”

[dawnoftime22]

phone.

| T.S

Warnings: None?

Summary: With you being far too engrossed in your phone, Taylor becomes frustrated, but manages to grab your attention.

Word Count: 1.3k

Category: Pure fluff!

| Started on 05/05/2024, 2:53 PM |

| Finished on 17/06/2024, 4:34 PM |

Main Masterlist | T.S Masterlist

"Sweetheart, utter your needs, and I'll heed to my task to follow you, weaved with care and love."

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You had been staring at your phone for ages, doing what? She didn't know, but it had her sighing softly for the third time.

She's been waiting around the entire hour for you to put it away at some point, but all you kept doing was the opposite. Meanwhile, Taylor's been switching her position every few minutes, hoping in a way, the movement would catch your attention. She was starting to look like one of her cats.

Once she finished yet another page of her book, that seemed like it was becoming boring by every second, she had enough. Her eyes looked to you, seeing how you were indeed still blinking and breathing, but not moving other than a few movements of your fingers.

Her hand reaches out and she gently took your phone away, causing confusion to enter your face.

"Hey!--" You protested for a moment, but her finger was placed on your lips, making you freeze and blink at her, your heart having skipped a beat.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you try to grab your phone once again, but she moved it further away from you, shaking her head.

"Mm, mm, you look at me." She lets go of your phone, having put it out of reach from you somewhere. But nonetheless, her hands cupped your face, making you look at her properly.

You let out a gentle breath and chuckled, your shoulders relaxing at the touch. Taylor looked straight into your eyes, her blue ones starting to hold just a teensy bit of frustration.

"What have you been looking at and smiling at for the past hour??" She asks, shaking her head and pouting her lips adorably. Your heart melted at the sight, your lips moving to only have your smile grow wider.

"...Cat videos. And sea otters," You explain, making her blink in the unexpected answer, although, it was you, after all. There was the smallest blush appearing on her cheeks too, and you try your best to resist a laugh.

"Well, as much as I love cats, loooook at me, baby," she urges, shaking your shoulders ever so gently, but it was clear she wanted your attention. You giggled, your hands trying to stop her, to which she slowly relented.

"All you had to do was say something, sweetheart," you whispered, nuzzling your nose against hers before kissing her softly. Her small frustration almost faltered, but her pout was still visible.

"Well, you should have at least noticed..." She murmurs, her hand sliding off your shoulders to cross them across her chest, and you purse your lips with a smile.

"Mm, nope. I thought you were trying to get yourself in a comfortable position," you said, making yourself a point, even though you were too awfully distracted.

"...But you could have helped," she replied back, her shoulders slumping down as she looked up to your eyes. Her lips were turned down, which was an adorable sight.

"The fault's on both of us, my love," you say, admitting that you indeed should have given just a little more attention on her, but she should have also spoken up or took action. She thought it over, noticing now that her maturity was the slightest bit off at the moment.

"Okay." She whispered, leaning into your shoulder, seemingly almost shrinking. Your arms wrap around her, giving her the embrace she's been yearning for the past hour.

"I'll be sure to shower you with attention all day from now on." You whispered, squeezing her gently and pulling her closer in your arms, making her face elicit a darker blush.

"...And for the rest. Of. My. Life." The words uttered from your lips were followed by a single peppering of kisses on her face. She was a mess of a giggle as you made sure to find her forehead, in between her eyes, her nose, the corners of her lips just to tease...and finally, right on her lips.

She melts into the kiss and leans in closer to deepen it, before soon parting yourselves from each other. You look into her eyes softly, and the longer you both stayed like that, she ends up scrunching her nose, her heart in of itself about to burst from love.

"I love you..." The three little words murmur from her mouth, her head leaning in to press gently against your chest. She could feel the vibration of your soft laugh that reverberated off the walls of the bedroom, and it only touched her heart further.

"I love you too, sweetheart." You whisper back, your nose brushing against her hair. It tickled, but also gave warmth and comfort. Your lips brushed near her ear ever so slightly, and you hear a giggle sounding from her, knowing it tickled her back.

You were about to move to cuddle her further and properly rather than just her in your lap, but she had gotten distracted, having noticed the small movement of a cat's tail in the corner of her vision.

She perks up and peeks over the bed, her head turned to see Olivia. Her face brightens up at the sight, while her cat was looking around curiously.

"It's Olivia!" She said, reaching her hands out and letting go of you, wanting to go grab Olivia, but you pull her back gently, tightening your embrace on her.

"Nope! You've got my full attention. You're stuck with me now," you said, giggling as you shook your head, getting yourself closer to her. She yelped slightly and the cat turned its head in surprise.

"Nooo!! Olivia!" She struggles gently against you, calling her cat out for help in act, but Olivia only blinked and walked off, jumping onto the desk chair in the bedroom, which only made both of your laughters grow.

"Okay, okay, I fell right into that," Taylor said, the giggling subsiding and dissolving into breaths that both of you tried to catch back into your regular rhythm.

You looked to Olivia, then took a deep to finish off calming yourself, your gaze going back to Taylor to look at her lovingly. She was already looking at you, a warmth felt within her eyes that you stared into.

"Lets watch the cat videos together," you say, going to your side to grab back your phone that she had put aside just to have your attention.

Taylor smiles softly, agreeing by leaning into you once more. Olivia had jumped off the desk chair in the meanwhile, jumping up on the bed.

"Look, Olivia wants to join in anyway," you pointed out, noticing the movement of a small furry body, but not looking up from your phone as you unlocked it to find the video you were looking at.

"We have real life cats that are silly, baby, I mean--" Taylor starts, about to say that you two could just look at them, but when she turns her head to see Olivia, she sees the small cat standing up on the bed, looking like a squirrel instead of a cat, which had her splutter a soft laugh.

"Look at her! We don't even need the videos, we have the real thing in front of us." She puts her hand up, gesturing towards Olivia. You look up, and your eyes widen in surprise. Your lips turned up and you laughed with the blonde next to you.

"What is she even looking at?" You asked, seeing how Olivia was looking around. If not for Taylor's presence, and the comfy dim lighting in the bedroom, you would have thought the cat was seeing ghosts.

"Dibbles, come here." she mentions Olivia's nickname, reaching out her hand. But Olivia only continued her blank, lost expression, with her pupils dilated.

You were about to continue and put the cat videos on, but then you find one with a cat that was doing the same thing as Olivia was doing.

"Oh, my god, they have the exact same face." You said, pointing to your phone screen and Olivia. Taylor looked, and her eyes follow the happiness of her laugh.

"They do!!" she said, nearly bending over in her laugh. Finally, her cat returned to normal as she did, but she was still giggling loudly along with you. She shakes her head, smiling softly. "That is amazing."

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[swiftdove]

delicate

pairing: taylor swift x fem!reader

word count: 1191

warnings: angst (kind of?), comfort

summary: you knew what you were in for when you started dating the world-renowned pop-star, but you'd underestimated the feeling of inferiority that would come with it.

No matter how hard you'd tried to, you couldn't ignore the uneasy feeling that had settled in your stomach over the past few weeks.

You had always prided yourself for your laid-back nature, but as of lately, you'd been feeling neglected. The millions of people thirsting over your girlfriend wasn't doing you any favors either.

You'd known what to expect, dating a world-renowned popstar. You'd known what being in a relationship with her came with. Rest assured, she'd always made clear that she was no better than you in any way, but that was hard to believe when she was earning millions a night whilst you were rotting away in your bedroom, watching another rerun of Gilmore Girls.

You knew you shouldn't be. You should've been happier by now. Healthier. When you'd first started dating Taylor, you felt at the top of the world. But even then, the slight feeling of inferiority crept in. You'd never say anything about it. How could you? And even if you did, what could she do about it? You knew she wasn't about the end her entire career for you, and you didn't expect her to. There was no balance in your relationship, no matter how hard you tried. You'd always the the inferior one, the weaker one, the mundane one.

Which was exactly why you hadn't made your relationship with her public. The backlash would've been ruthless, and you couldn't put Taylor through that. You'd been the one to make that decision, but the way she'd agreed to it just a little too excitedly still lingered in the back of your mind.

No.

You weren't doing this again.

With a reluctant groan, you slipped out of your bedsheets and drew open the blinds. You were immediately met with the sun's unwelcoming gaze.

You stumbled back, just managing to catch yourself on the corner of your bedside table. The sharp corner jabbed into your skin, pain shooting up your bone.

A small wince escaped your throat as you instinctively jumped away. You could feel the blood pooling around your wound, but you couldn't bother to clean it up. It's not like there was anyone around to impress, anyways.

You could practically hear Taylor gently admonishing you inside your head. Handling you like you were going to break at any second.

You cringed at the thought, pushing it to the back of your mind. Instead, you directed your attention to Meredith.

"What shall we do today, hm?" you asked, sliding open your closet door. "Go to the mall? Go on a run?"

You swiveled around, only to be met with an unamused set of blue eyes.

"Come on, Mere," you groaned. "You're really not helping here at all."

Instead of acknowledging you, she chose to march off instead, leaving you to decide on today's activities by yourself.

A ping! noise vibrated off your phone, distracting you from the incredibly difficult task of choosing an outfit to wear today. Your eyes lit up at the sight of the name on your screen.

Taylor: Hey babe, I'll probably be here in around ten minutes. Can't wait to see you!

Your brows furrowed, confusion overtaking your features. It was only until you spotted the date on your lockscreen that you finally remembered.

"Shit," you groaned.

You'd forgotten that your girlfriend was coming back home today.

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After what seemed like hours of mindless panicking, you'd finally managed to calm down. You'd gotten the blood off the nightstand, and had managed to tidy up the bedroom. All you had to do now was wait.

You'd changed into a floral sundress and had done your skincare for what was probably the first time in months. You'd quickly whipped up a batch of cookies, which were baking in the oven. For someone who was spiraling just an hour ago, you cleaned up pretty nice. You were just hoping that your girlfriend would fall for the illusion.

Just as it seemed like she was never coming, the door creaked open. Your eyes widening in excitement, you ran towards the entrance, a smile plastered on your face.

"Taylor!" you yelled, embracing your girlfriend in a tight hug. The blonde popstar laughed, placing down her bags.

"Hey, baby girl," she said, kissing you on the forehead.

"I missed you," you whispered, practically melting into her.

"I missed you too, baby, so much."

Finally, you pulled away, watching as Taylor got settled back in.

"How long are you staying for?" you quipped.

She sighed, hanging her coat by the doorway. "Just for a few days. I have to be in Los Angeles soon."

You tried your best to hide the disappointment in your voice. "Oh. Well, it's great to have you back."

Taylor barely acknowledged your comment, instead turning towards the oven.

"Oh! You're making cookies," she exclaimed in delight. "Can't wait to try them."

You gave her a small smile, before following her up to your bedroom suite.

You're like a lost puppy.

You grimaced at the voice in your head, the same voice that had haunted every dream of yours for the past few months. You'd tried to shrug it off at first, but the more you tried to ignore it, the louder it got.

"Babe? Are you listening?"

Taylor's voice jolted you out of your train of thought, her cerulean eyes boring into yours.

"Yeah," you answered shakily, forcing a smile back onto your face.

You could practically feel the atmosphere drop. The look in your girlfriend's eyes told you everything you needed to know.

"Y/N..."

"I'm fine," you snapped, turning away from her. You couldn't bear to look her in the eyes right now. You couldn't face the same soft-spoken words, the way she'd coerce you into her arms again.

"You're not fine. What happened, baby?"

You hated it. You hated when she talked to you like this. You didn't know why this was such a trigger for you, but you knew that you didn't like it.

Yet then again, it was exactly what you needed. A push. You'd been growing distant, and it hadn't gone unnoticed by Taylor. She had only come back for one reason, after all.

"You can tell me. I'm here to listen."

That was the final nail in the coffin. You could feel the tears burning in the back of your eyes, the red flush returning to your cheeks.

"I just missed you, that's all," you rasped, but even you didn't believe yourself this time.

You could feel Taylor's fingers glide over your jaw, gently forcing it upwards so that you were facing her.

"I love you," she husked. "You know that, right?"

The silence that followed confirmed her suspicions.

"Oh, baby girl," she sighed, her hand finding it's way around the back of your head. She pulled you closer, your face just inches above her breasts. "You can let go. I'm here."

With a final, shaky breath, you relented, letting go of your body. Taylor led you towards the bed, pulling you up onto her lap.

"Everything's going to be okay," she murmured, running her fingers through your hair.

And just for one moment, with your head on her lap and her calloused hands delicately caressing your skin, you truly did believe her.

[morganwrites12672]

heyy! 🫶 with finnick odair and “you’re on your own kid” pls!!!!

- 💞

Finnick Odair x Reader

Summary: You waited ages for finnick to love you. What a shame you are on your own...or are you?

Warnings/Tags: Angst with a happy ending, a little fluff, Finnick x reader, set at the Capitol, reader was a tribute, canon typical dark themes mentioned, reader is a victor

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You searched the party looking for the only person you wanted to see. Finnick Odair

Things between you two were a little complicated. You were in love with finnick. Finnick was undecided.

"Hey, Y/n," Finnick said upon seeing you. His beautiful smile nearly took away your breath as you both snuck away from the crowds

"I swear I waited ages," you joke and Finnick gives you another one of his killer smiles.

It wasn't often you got to see him this happy. His mind free from the horrid thoughts of the things the Capitol made him do.

"I was caught up with, God, I don't even remember her name," he grimaced. There were to many people wanting to associate with victors and to little victors.

"I couldn't tell you half of the people I've talked to tonight," you comfort him.

"Finnick!" A sharp voice yelled and finnick grimaced before murmuring a goodbye and running off.

You signed as you watched him run off. You gave your blood, sweat, and tears to be here. You had to make something of it.

Starving your body and waiting for finnick was not enough for you. These parties, there was nothing good about them. At all.

You sighed, you were detained to be alone. You thought you had something they couldn't take away. But, nothing was free from the clutches of the Capitol.

That was until you saw something they couldn't take away.

Finnick was running towards you. You smiled as he wrapped his arms around you. He pulled away and smashed his lips into yours. Maybe you could be saved by the perfect kiss.

"I am in love with you," he admits. If this was a joke it wasn't funny.

"I love you to," you whispered as his lips met yours again

This was something that couldn't be taken away. This was love.

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[reminology]

i have a taylor swift fic idea and it's based on the seven husbands of evelyn hugo, but i am TOO lazy to do it 😭

[disastercomingfaster]

Summary:  A fluffy fanfiction where superstar Taylor Swift is determined to make her girlfriend (reader) feel better when she comes down with the flu. A quick fanfiction simply meant to fill you with warm feelings!

[wheeniemyloove]

you are in love (taylor swift x fem!reader)

summary!: you and taylor been best friends for a long time, but who said u couldn't be more than just friends?

warnings!: mentions of y/n, fluffy

notes!: this was in honor of the release of 1989 tv!

"You keep her shirt

She keeps her word"

There they both were. Laying on yn's bed at her apartment in the bright new york city, enjoying the comfortable silence, staring at ceiling in their own gaze. It was a hot summer night, the only thing covering yn's body was an old shirt that she stole from taylor's closet.

Taylor slowly turned her gaze to yn, with her heart fluttered. She couldn't believe that she had finally realized her feelings for yn, but she knew it was true. Taylor took a deep breath and looked at her, hoping for a sign that she felt the same way. But before she could speak, Taylor saw that yn was already staring back at her, a shy, hopeful smile on her lips. "yn," Taylor said softly, "I have something to tell you," taylor  said in a soft whisper.

"One night she wakes

Strange look on her face

Pauses, then says

You're my best friend

And you knew what it was

She is in love"

"What is it, Taylor?" you asked, your heart beating faster with every word taylor spoke. She was already starting to feel her face get warmer as her hopes were starting to come true.

"are you feeling alright?" yn says as she notices the strange look on the blonde's face.

Taylor swallowed hard before she managed to speak up. "Yn," she began, searching for the right words to say. "you know, you're my best friend, for a really long time..." you nod in agreement, with a confused look on your face. you looked at Taylor, who was staring back at you with her heart in her eyes "and i think... that i like you-" she cuts herself "im in love with you. i love you so much, and it is physically painful love you with every fiber of myself. In any relationship that i've been i never could manage to love someone as much as i love you." She confesses, the weight on her shoulders fading away.

Taylor could feel her heart beating out of her chest. She struggled to catch her breath as she stared into your eyes, desperate to know how you would respond. you was also overwhelmed by taylor's words. Her heart was racing and she could feel her throat constricting with emotion. But despite her nervousness, there was no doubt in her mind. You looked back at Taylor and smiled, her eyes filled with love. "Taylor, I have something to tell you too," you said softly, with a wave of courage consuming you.

Taylor felt an overwhelming sense of joy wash over her. All her worries and fears seemed to melt away, replaced by happiness and hope. "What is it, yn/n?" she asked excitedly, her heart beating even faster than before. Yn blushed deeply, but she knew that she could trust Taylor and that she wouldn't reject her. You inhaled deeply, taking one last moment to collect yourself.

"'Cause you can hear in the silence

You can feel it on the way home

You can see it with the lights out

You are in love, true love

You are in love"

"I love you too," you said, voice trembling a bit. "I've loved you ever since we first met. There's no one else I want to be with, except you. " Taylor's heart melted upon hearing your words. She smiled widely, tears already streaming down her face. "Yn, I love you more than anything in the world".

[rinqueen6]

New Era Unlocked (lover 2.0) | Taylor Swift x Rodrick Heffley

a/n: this is one of the four fanfictions written by yours truly and @oflethe during my community day stream (on June 5th, 2023, using the game frantic fanfic)

summary: taylor swift and rodrick heffley enemies to lovers

warnings: no editing in sight; mentions of matty healy

(each time there is a “---” there is a switched writer; it starts with me)

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The Eras tour had just begun.

Fans crowded the stadiums, waiting in lines to see their favorite pop girly sensation, T Swiftie.

Who was also waiting among the fans? Rodrick Heffley. But not for any old reason. No, Rodrick wasn't a FAN of Taylor Swift. He was an ANTI fan. Only there to shake his head judgmentally, and definitely not nod along to Shake It Off. He was NOT a fan of Taylor Swift. Not at all.

Then why, you ask, did he find himself sneaking in the back doors of the theater? Why did he roam the halls in search of Taylor herself? He didn't want to meet her. No, he really didn't.

"Excuse me?" A voice asked from h -------------------- -behind. Rodrick was, to say the least, shocked to see Brit Matty Healy himself.

"What do you want, weather boy?" he asked, crossing his arms. Rodrick did not like other rockstars, or British people, especially those who were called Matt.

"Oh, that's Rodrick from Loded Diper! Don't bother him Healy!" another voice exclaimed.

Taylor. She descended the stage stairs in her Midnights outfit, garter and all. -------------------- At the sight of Ms. Swift in all her glory, Rodrick's body seized up. He froze. He ACTUALLY froze.

"Hey, Rodrick." Her voice was like the angels themselves descended upon the stadium halls. The security guard nearby fainted, overtaken by her beauty. She was what a mirage wished it could be.

Rodrick didn't hate her. He didn't HATE her. He was supposed to hate her - he was an opposing band, a struggling rockstar himself. And Taylor was...Taylor.

"Get out here ya bum chip chip cheerio," Matty said.

Right. And she was dating MATTY.

"Matty more like Ratty. Heh heh." Rodrick's shoulders fell. His insults were not up to par. Maybe it was because Taylor was looking at him with those icy blue eyes, and he was entranced. Enchanted, if you will.

"You know what, Matty? You are a ratty." Taylor's confession made Rodrick nearly pass out from shock. "And I think I'd like a new drummer for the tour. You up for it, Rodrick?"

For once in Rodrick's life, he felt liek he could fly. He couldn't, but he felt like it.

"Yes. Yeah, I'm down."

Rodrick pushed Matty down a flight of stairs and hooked his arm in Taylor's, his drumsticks hanging from his hands. Taylor grabbed it in hers. mwah

[thewooziverse]

okay so i’m ATTEMPTING to write my first fanfic, not sure if it will ever go out and idk if i’ll ever finish writing it but i’m going to ATTEMPT because i’ve not ever been the best at writing. it would be a harrison knott fic based on speak now by taylor swift. my question is if i DO write and DO post it, would anyone read it?

[percabething]

“you better not be drinking and getting pregnant behind my back”

ma’am, I read fanfics on tumblr to fall asleep

[dawnoftime22]

tracing features.

| T.S

Warnings: a shower together halfway through with sweet and affectionate details

Summary: As Taylor spends her day cozily with you, she wonders about something new you started doing, and in the truth, she only fell further for you.

Word Count: 2.7k

Category: FLUFF

A/N: this is basically another version of 'pretty', but sweeter :]

| Started on 01/08/2024, 10:40 AM |

| Finished on 06/10/2024, 9:28 PM |

Main Masterlist | T.S Masterlist

"in your irises, dear, oh, the love you portray,

may mine be matching of the same."

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You were having a lazy morning in bed, the tv in the background, casually having Law & Order playing, just as Taylor loved it.

Olivia, the cat, was napping down at the carpet; unbeknowest that the character she had been named after was currently on the tv screen. You could hear the purring even from the bed.

You stretch for a moment, letting your joints and muscles get the movement they need before relaxing your body, a deep sigh escaping you.

The gaze you had was transfixed on the tv, indeed having been caught up in one of the many investigation stories in the episode, but after seeing a conversation scene starting to drone off with the characters talking, you lean back and tilt your head up to see Taylor.

She was above, her arms loosely wrapped around you as her eyes were still on the show, focused entirely on it. You were laid down, snuggled against her chest, cheek against her shirt.

Seeing one of her hands splayed over your middle, you reach down to her wrist, fingers trailing on her skin. A small smile comes up on her face, and she gently intertwines your hands, but she kept her attention to the show, only giving an affectionate squeeze to let you know she was there.

Really, you weren't moving just to hold her hand, but you accepted it anyway. At least, for a couple of seconds. You could feel her thumb caressing the back of your hand, and now you almost didn't want to let go.

But, after a few more minutes, you gently slip your hand out of hers, causing her gaze to travel down, with her eyebrows holding the slightest pressure and her lips softly pouted, missing the warm embrace.

You didn't notice her expression just yet, too busy on continuing with your own thing. Your other hand comes into play, holding her wrist in place while your once intertwined hand went to trace the lines on her palm.

Any confusion or tinge of sadness she had at the contact being lost was now replaced with surprise, and her heart melted, feeling the small tickle of your fingertips. Of course. You wanted something to distract yourself with.

She lets you trace or draw whatever you wanted on her hand too, a soft smile on her face. Your finger brushed over her soft skin like a gentle pencil, she's never had a memory once before of anyone ever doing such a thing that you were doing.

It wasn't long until you soon turn your gaze up to meet hers, not expecting her to have her own gaze off the tv, but her deep blue eyes easily met yours, and your heart skips a beat.

One soft giggle escapes her breath, stretching her smile wider. Your tracing had paused at the capture of her gaze, so she took the opportunity to gently lace your fingers once more, bringing it up to her lips, brushing against your knuckles like a feather, before she leaves a soft kiss upon it.

"You're so precious," Taylor whispers, leaving your hand resting against her face. Her thumb caressed your skin. Your heart might just burst at the fuzzy feeling in your chest.

The blush that rose up to your cheeks only had you leaning into her, burrowing into her chest. Without skipping a beat, she tightens her arms around you, setting your hand aside to nuzzle into your hair.

After a few more moments, she speaks up. "...Do you wanna go shower now, sweetheart?" she whispers, ever so softly, perhaps not even piercing the quiet hum of the ceiling fan.

"Mmn. Together?" You look up at her with the love you had for her, all struck on your face. Her gaze held adoration easily smiling playfully at the suggestion.

She nods, her hands carding through your hair. "Mhm...if you want to." Her eyes flicker up to her tv show for a moment. It was right in time, a new episode was playing after the previous one had ended, so she doesn't have to leave it hanging in the middle of the episode, but her gaze returns to you for your choice.

Without even another thought, you gave her a nod, agreeing to the shared shower. Her sweet smile shows her teeth with one cute chipped tooth, and she reaches for the tv remote, pausing the show.

She gently lets go of you, getting up from the bed, but waiting for you when she turns around to look at you, her hand stretching out in offer.

Your lips raise up softly, and you gratefully took it, pushing yourself from the bed with her help, and letting your feet meet the wooden floor.

She grabs both your towels, draping it over her shoulder as she goes to the closet, still keeping your hand by her side all the while, as if she was making sure you knew that the focus of her presence was still on you.

Once both your clothes were set on the bed, your path now set off to the bathroom. Your steps go lightly and gently to the floor, mimicking a cat's quiet paws.

The two of you soon stood on the tiled floor, and the bathroom door closes gently. It then gets locked with a soft click for safety, and Taylor turns back to you with a small smile. Her hand gives you a gentle squeeze in reassurance, just before she went to slip it out and go turn on the shower, which left you to get ready to go under the water.

You take your time, peeling off your shirt along with any other piece of clothing you had on, leaving it on the clean bathroom counter.

A flush fills your face as you stood there, shifting your feet and crossing your arms over your body slightly to simply shield yourself off from the cold.

Taylor was adjusting the water, making sure the temperature was just perfect for the two of you. But once she was done, she turns her head, seeing you. Her gaze was soft, admiring, before she steps away from the shower and towards you.

"Go in first, baby...I need to take my clothes off," she whispers, her hands gentle on your hips as she didn't want you freezing in the cold bathroom.

The blue eyes you were met with only looked back into your own pair of eyes, no judgement holding within. One of her hands went up to a stray hair of yours, moving to put it back into its normal place.

You nod, the corners of your lips raised. You lean in, just to nuzzle your nose against hers, just for a moment, before you aim for a small, but endearing kiss. Taylor's heart couldn't help but swell. Her hand that lingered on your hip goes to your back, thumb caressing your bare skin.

The kiss then slowly breaks, and she tilts her head to the shower in a small signal, not wanting you to have any more cooling shivers going down your spine.

The tilt of her head only makes her seem like the most gentlest person on earth. You were absolutely thanking the entire universe of the caring woman you had.

You then finally move out from her embrace, her hands returning back to her sides as you walk to the shower, stepping under the warm water.

She starts undressing herself, letting the clothes slip off her. Your gaze drifts over back to her, but only for a mere second before looking to the shower water, a red flush searing your cheeks. Your relationship had lasted years, and still going, but no matter how long, she can't ever fail to make your heart beat faster. Much to the respect that you both held of each other's privacy, too.

After just a few more seconds, the shadow of her figure comes walking over to the floor that you were looking down at, where the water was traveling off to the drain. The dim light above the shower was sharp enough to show a clear image of her figure.

She steps in beside you, her warm arm easily going back to your waist to wrap around. The smile that raised on your lips had no hesitation, and you look up, seeing her gentle face.

You lean into her, your damp hair meeting her skin that now had water dripping down it. She reaches her free hand out, passing you and going to squeeze the shower gel into the palm of her hand.

She then had to let go of your waist, moving in front of you to put her palms together and let the shower gel lather itself upon your skin, her hands moving carefully and slowly, while her eyes meets yours every now and then to make sure you were doing okay.

Her face was so concentrated, but so...gentle. You couldn't stop staring, and couldn't help your heart's urge to slowly bring your hand up, your index finger moving to trace her face shape.

The expression she had earlier was softening, and she blinks at you like one of her cats for a second, processing and wondering what you were doing, but she continues cleaning you anyway. The soap was bubbling atop your body as her lips were curling at your loving antics.

You kept tracing until she was done, your finger going over her lips, her nose, the dip between her lips and nose...her eyes, and her eyebrows. Every. Single. One. And she might have even been done long ago, but she gave you more time, freeing you to however long it took you to finish with all parts of her face, while her heart was about to burst with love.

She almost didn't want to move. Her back has had the water running down on it, blocking your body from it before she steps away from it to help you rinse off.

It wasn't long until you repeat the same movements for her, your touch light and caring on her when you grabbed the shower gel, the familiar scent filling the bathroom.

As you clean her, she had her head rested against your shoulder and her arms around your waist, her eyes closing in the quietness, relishing in the intimate moment.

You let her stay like that, to let the moment dissolve any tiredness she's had from her week. It goes like this for just a few more seconds before the shower gel was starting to fade off her slightly, moving downwards from her skin.

But then, you gently pull her back and look into her eyes once she opens them, both of you adoring each other before you lean in for a soft kiss on her cheek.

She blushes, her face cutely pink with an adorable smile at your affection, until you start washing the shower gel away, your hand brushing over her skin and curves.

Minutes were spent in the shower, the pads of your fingers even turning wrinkly as the time passed in the water, but you didn't mind it at all.

When you soon stepped out of the shower and turned it off, you both grabbed your towels, having it soak up the leftover water on your bodies.

She was just finishing off with a squeeze of her hair, the towel around the strands, when she turns to you, a thought coming to her mind and a curious expression forming on her face.

"...Hey, can I ask you something?" She says, her voice gentle, almost to the edge of hesitation. Her towel was wrapped around her body now, keeping her warm.

"Mm?" You look up, a curious expression on your face. You finished drying yourself too, feeling the soft fluffiness of the material meeting your body when you covered up.

Taylor bites her lip, leaving a pause just for a moment before speaking. "Why do you always do that thing with your finger, tracing things like you're drawing a picture?" She asks with a small hand gesture, her eyes looking at you with a mix of curiosity and affection.

As much as she knew you loved the feeling of her soft skin with her hand, and the lines on her palm having a unique feeling to it, but the part where you traced her face was clueless to her.

You blink at her, but then giggle softly. Your legs takes yourself towards her, and you go to wrap your arms around her waist. "I thought it was obvious. I was taking my time adoring your features."

Some quietness went by, with you searching her pretty eyes. She parted her lips in processing your words, connecting the dots. "But why trace it?" She whispers.

A smile raises on your lips. "Do I need a reason? You're beautiful, baby...so, I wanted to...make a memory of you, and let you feel it..." you murmur, your hand going up to the back of her neck. It was like you were an artist, painting every one of her being, but simply with tracing physically.

She stays with features blushed pink, an even deeper one than when she came out the shower due to the warm water, but now due to you. She couldn't even really formulate a response or even a thought.

You continued to gaze at her with tender love, your eyes soft as ever. "And I love watching how you get lost in my gaze...don't deny it, you love it too."

Taylor smiles at your answer, her heart holding warmth as she leans into your embrace. "I do love it," she admits, her voice barely even above a whisper. "It feels like you're seeing me for the first time every time you do that."

You let her words sink in, a hum softly escaping your throat as you tilt your head. "Well, I never really thought it like that..." you murmur, your hand still kept around her waist.

"But I'm glad you feel that way, sweetheart. I want you to know how loved you are every single day," you confess, leaning in to brush your nose over hers before opting for a sweet kiss on the lips.

Taylor was absolutely lovestruck over your words, feeling the warmth that was in her heart now spread through her entire being as she looks at you with full affection. "I love you so much," she whispers against your lips, returning the kiss shortly after, then parting from it and shaking her head in disbelief of this love. Her arms had wrapped around you too, pulling you in closer.

You let out the smallest chuckle, your arms giving her the gentlest squeeze. It was all too much for you too, that you bury your face into her neck, nuzzling into her.

"I love you so much, too..." you whisper, leaving a kiss on the skin of her shoulder, and then leaning back.

She gazes, as if only the two of you mattered in this moment and in the entire world. Like you were all she could think of at all, and you could swear you were going to collapse into a pile of love letters.

Soon, you were led to the bedroom by her hand, the realization that you were being moved only just now overcoming you when you feel the soft carpet beneath your feet.

You went to pull your clothes on, all clean and fresh out from the laundry just recently. Taylor did the same, which made you both now warm and cozy. You were about to go crawl back in bed when she pulled you back in by gently wrapping an arm around your waist, making your heart skip a beat as you pause.

She turns you to face her, a lovely smile on her face. It was only, really, to help you pull on the hoodie she was letting you borrow without your knowledge until now, her hands carefully preparing it before she slips over your head and arms.

It was one she wore yesterday, so it didn't have the scent of fresh laundry, but instead, it had the sweet scent of her, while also being cozily warm with its material.

You blushed, unable to get your mind off of how she pulled you back in, your gaze shyily returning up to her, where she was focused on gently tugging the hoodie down properly to fit you up to your waist, then she meets your eyes.

Her hand trails up, thumb brushing against your cheek, ever so gently thoroughly. She soon leans in, leaving a soft kiss on your lips.

It was short, but the most tender one out of all the ones today. You lingered, of course, to let the feeling last longer. When it was broken, your eyes open slowly. She was then gently pulling you in to bed, getting comfortable yet again, with you.

Law & Order was still paused on the tv, up until she hit resume for it, causing the scenes and characters to move once more. You settle in somewhat the same position as earlier, but now she had her legs crossed and your head in her lap as she leaned back on the pillows.

The episode was interesting, but with you so snuggled up in her lap, she couldn't resist letting eyes trail down to you, her hands having been resting in your hair.

You were watching the show now that you had freshened up, only ever wanting cuddles with her and to be there in the present moment with her.

She traces her own finger upon your face, making an outline of every feature, and a smile slowly grows on your lips; something that her thumb followed until you let a giggle escape through your body.

You look up at her, meeting her unspeakable blue eyes. "You're doing it too, now," you say, unable to take the grin off your face. Her expression mirrors yours, but one with more focus and mesmerization as she continues gazing down at you, her tracing continuing.

"Because you're beautiful too," she whispers. Then, she moves to lean down, a kiss being placed on your forehead, and one going upon your nose, too.

Your heart melts at her statement, and you stay like that, snuggled close to her as the two of you enjoy the peaceful warm moment.

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[outromoony]

"I'm not like other girls." Well, that's good for you, but I am. I love reading books and fanfics. I love obsessing over fictional characters and screaming music at the top of my lungs. I love fangirling over celebrities and getting overly invested in ships that will never be canon. I cry over sad endings and laugh at memes no one else understands. I love getting way too excited over small things, daydreaming about impossible scenarios, and staying up late to finish just one more chapter. I love getting lost in fictional worlds, losing sleep over them, and rewatching my favorite shows a million times. I love spending hours scrolling through fan art and feeling alive through the stories, music, and love for people I will never meet. I love being like other girls.

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gold rush | franco colapinto

pairing: brazilian!vet!reader x franco colapinto

summary: you were used to your boyfriend’s flirty personality, but still every now and then you couldn’t help getting jealous

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a/n: i haven’t done a written fic in so long please bear with me 😭

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There was no reason to be angry. No real reason, anyway. Deep down in your mind and at the core of your heart, you knew there was no way Franco was seriously flirting with anyone but you. Your heart on the other hand...

This wasn't the first time this had happened. Since joining F1, Franco had become known for his flirtatious personality and undeniable charm; it was part of who he was, and it had never really bothered you before—you knew what he was like. So why were you suddenly so upset after watching that interview everyone was talking about on Twitter?

The answer was so obvious you didn’t even want to admit it to yourself, but it was staring you right in the face. The reporter was what bothered you. It wasn’t her specifically, of course—you’d seen her a few times and knew she was the picture of professionalism, not to mention charming. But she was completely different from you. It was no secret that Franco had always liked blondes.

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Damn. All the pieces of the puzzle fell into place with that single message.

Franco had never really stopped to think about the consequences of his actions. Of course he had seen comments online about his interviews, but he never worried about how his girlfriend might interpret them. He was simply doing his job by giving interviews to journalists. If there was someone his age he could feel relaxed around, he would do so—it was part of his personality. But he would never disrespect his girlfriend by insinuating something more. She was everything to him.

Franco quickly went to Twitter to look up the interview video he had given hours earlier. As he analyzed it, he realized how some of the things he said or the way he expressed himself could come off as insinuations on his part, and he cursed himself internally, imagining his girlfriend watching the same video.

He had to fix this, and fast.

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[myladysapphire]

You belong with me

you and jace were childhood friends, you never left eachothers side growing up, but that all changed once you both went off to university.

CW: MDI, 18+, smut, p in v, oral (f receiving), fingering, angst, jealousy, unrequited love (kinda), love confessions, not proofread!

word count: 5,896

modern Jace x fem!reader

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a/n based of taylor swifts you belong with me, lyrics and music video.i also have very little knowledge of american uni or football, but i tried my best though!

You and Jace had grown up, side by side. Your mothers had been the best of friends, and so naturally you both were also. For your entire lives you knew everything about each other, your traits your habits, you knew each other better than you knew yourselves. You made every decision together, especially the decision to go to Dragonstone university together.

And that decision changed everything.

It wasn’t a surprise that Jace became so popular, he always had been. Always so able to draw a crowd and make friends in any situation.

And you, you had always been one to take a backseat. Happy in the friends you had, and never one to put yourself out there as he did.

And sadly, that seemed to be your first mistake.

He had joined the football team, finding new friends and a new crowd quickly.

You stuck to your old friends. Making small efforts to know the endless crowds of people at university.

And so, he and you started to spend less time together, and more and more time apart.

And then he got a girlfriend.

Sara Snow.

The cheer captain.

And the sister of his new best friend, Cregan Stark.

And suddenly you weren’t apart of his life anymore. You had found out he had a girlfriend from sitting on the bleachers at one of his games and seeing her run towards him and shove her tongue down his throat.

As time went on, your texts to one another became less and less, your replies delayed, and sporadic, and his ever more so.

Your study sessions stop, nights in together became nights in apart.

It hurt, you had loved him for so long, as a friend and a lover. Not that he knew. All you could do no was stare in envy as you lost your best friend and never even got a chance to say goodbye.

That year was a strange one, you now watched each other from the outskirts, you didn’t know each other every thought or where they were at all times.

Ther person you looked to in every room, no longer there, no longer was he the person you would text at every opportunity, or share looks as you reacted to what other people were saying.

Now you only knew each other in passing, a few texts here and there, mostly about your course, or if you were going home for summer or the weekend.

And when you both were home, it was so different. Once you would spend all day together, planning your days with each other. And now, you may sit in the same room, but little more than small smiles and small talk was shared between you.

And the few times you did feel you could talk to him; he would be, interrupted by his new friends coming to whisk him away.

The last three years you started to get used to not having Jace as a constant presence, instead you found great comfort in your other friends, you had always been close to them, and apart of you was grateful as you began to realise the love of female friendships, rather than just the love of Jacearys Strong.

It was Friday, the week before the big football game. The game everyone talked nonstop about, even Jace, as he had messaged you asking if you were coming to the game.

You had yet to respond.

Once you were his biggest cheerleader, sitting on the bleachers shouting his name. Now you no longer cheered his name, though you always sent him a kind smile when he did look for you in the crowd.

But unlike before you no longer went to every game, and as time went on you went to less and less.

 “Are you going to the game on Friday?” Maris asked. You were all sat in a private study room, preparing for your midterms.

You shrugged “maybe, I’m not sure yet”

“of course, we all are! It’s the big game, everyone’s talked about it nonstop!” Baela said beside you, “and I also don’t want to miss watching Cregan stark all hot and sweaty, now would I?” she said with a laugh, she and him had been casually hooking up for a past year, and with the way he looked at her she was sure they were soon to become more.

You laughed, “perhaps for you maybe, not that I have anyone worth ogling over”.

“Sure, you don’t” Heleana giggled from the other side of the table “poor Jacey would miss you terribly if you don’t go”.

“Oh please, he wouldn’t care if I was there or not” you rolled your eyes.

“Oh? Aside from his on again off again weird little thing with Sara Snow, Jace is, besotted with you!” Maris interjected.

“she’s not wrong” Rhaena spoke,

“Really?” you shook your head, “perhaps once, but he rarely speaks more than a few words to me anymore”.

“Perhaps that’s because he realised how hot you are” Baela said, sending you a wink.

“Oh gods, do you remember the look on his face when you slept with Justin Lannister in our first year” Maris laughed, “he looked like a kicked puppy!”

“Especially when he saw the hickey he had left” Heleana added.

You shook your head “I think he was more disgusted with the fact I slept with Justin than anything else”.

“hmm” Rhaena hummed, “and when you and Aemond dated in high school, what about then?”

“Oh gods, don’t bring that up” Heleana grumbled, “it still brings me nightmares, from when I walked in- “she fakes gagged at the memory.

“Okay stop it, I think you’ve all proved your point!” you sighed, “maybe once he had a crush on me, but not anymore!”

They all shared a look.

“And what about your crush on him?”

“What crush?” you said defensively.

They all laughed.

You stood up dramatic, gathering your books, “if I go to the game will you all shut up?”

“We make no promises!” Maris said, laughing once more.

“Ughh, I don’t know why I put up with you lot” you grumbled, as you went to leave.

“Because you love us” Heleana, answered.

“And Jacey too” Baela added.

you rolled your eyes as you left, heading home for the weekend.

You returned home often, your mother was all alone with out you there, though you did often find Rhaenyra, Jace’s mother, in her company. You loved seeing them both, finding Rhaenrya presence to be as much as a comfort as your own mothers.

Its one of the reasons your friendship with Jace fading into what it was now, hurt so much.

Before you had practically lived at Jace’s house growing up and now you rarely went over there, despite living next door, your bedroom windows facing one another. It hurt, seeing the life you knew suddenly disappear. To spend the summers in your own home, having your friends come to yours rather than to his, especially when you could see him on his bed, and you on yours.

He had changed, though not so much that he seemed a stranger to you, though his company was certainly strange. He knows hung out around Aegon a lot more, though he had once avoided him as often as he could. You were glad he had yet to adopt Aegon’s personality, the self-entitlement mixed with the self-loathing. Jace remained kind, his gaze often on yours whenever you were in the same room together. Something you had heard Aegon mock on several occasions.

As you walked into your house, the taste of cinnamon and sound of laughter flooded your senses. It was no surprise to see your mother in the kitchen, and even less of a surprise to see Rhaenyra with her, a smile graced your face as you approached the pair.

“mama” you greeted, “Nyra”.

“Oh darling, I didn’t know you were coming home!” your mother greeted, pulling you into a hug.

“I came home to study, I couldn’t focus with all the football stuff going on” you sighed, dumping your bag on the kitchen table.

Rhaenyra laughed, “yes Jace has talked nonstop about the football” she then looked at you with a sad look, “are you planning to go?”

“I’m not sure yet” you replied, stealing one of your mother’s cinnamon rolls from the counter.

“I’m sure Jace wants you there, he misses your rituals you know” Nyra spoke, coming to sit down at the table you now sat at.

“He does?” you did too, he was the reason you got into football in the first place and watching him without your rituals or watching games without Jace’s constant commentary.

“I know he does” she smiled, reaching for your hand, as your mother moved towards to the table.

“Believe it or not, darling, he talks about you often” she gave you a teasing look.

You shook your head, “if only he talked to me and not about me more” moving to stand up and head for your room.

“He said he was coming back this week, perhaps he will” Nyra called out as you started to walk up the stairs.

As you lay on your bed, your eyes moving to investigate Jace’s room. You laid there for a while, hoping they would open.

And they did. He had clearly just returned home just like yourself, his face tired, as he moved to sit on his bed, his face downcast, no smile in sight.         

You moved to sit up, and as you did, he saw you, a small smile gracing his face.

He sent you a small shy wave, and for a moment you felt as if you and he were back to normal.

But then his smile disappeared as his phone rang.

She tried to not watch as he argued with someone, his girlfriend you assumed. They always argued, she was always upset about something he had said, she never got his humour, not like you once did.

You couldn’t think of anything they truly had in common, then again you didn’t know either of them, not anymore.

On paper It made sense them being together, she was cheer captain and he on the football team, whilst you, you were on the bleachers, watching the game and waiting for his victory, whilst she would cheer him on, in his direct view. Ever the supporting act, and you the extra.

Before Uni, you and been his biggest and though you still supported him, it hurt a little seeing her cheer his name, especially since you never knew if they were off or on again until her, she shoved her tongue down his throat.

You and he used to have a ritual before each game. the day before you would always bunk of school, and he would always somehow convince you to join him on his run, you would run side by side, your phones listening to same playlist. (You and he had always had the exact same music taste, music she didn’t like, if the  though few parties hosted by his frat and her sorority were anything to go off of)Then you would spend the night staying up and watching the same three movies, before falling into a sugar induced coma only to be woken up by Nyra and Luke aggressively shilling you both awake screaming that your going to be late, and when you did finally wake up Jace would always force you both to take an ice bath, claiming it to be a good way to wake you up. You never believed him, and it would take him pulling you into the water with him for you to join him.

You would be there for every game and event, cheering from the bleachers.

And now as you watched him arguing with his girlfriend, you wished you knew what they were saying, there issues. A part of you regretted not trying harder to stay friends with him, even though it was him who moved away from you, not you away from him.

You reached down under your bed, trying to find the old sketchbook you used to use to talk to Jace before you both had phones.

You didn’t have his number anymore, having deleted it off your phone, though you remembered it off by heart, a part, something you could never bring yourself to forget it.

You didn’t want to text him, it didn’t feel right, you are reaching out first almost didn’t feel right either but eh looked hurt and you deep down still cared.

Finding a pen you quickly wrote, “you, okay?” Finding a pen you quickly wrote, “are you okay?”

He had sat down on his bed, head in his hands before looking up to see you turn the paper around.

A smile graced his face as he shrugged and reached for his own sketchbook and pen.

“Tired of drama” he wrote.

You laughed a little at his message, writing “sorry” with a sad face beside it, shrugging as you turned the paper around

And he shook his head, moving to stand up as you went to write something else, only for him to shut his curtain before he could see what you wrote. 

You shrugged of his easy dismissal, and how so few words were exchanged before he decided to end the conversation.

You had finished you studying, content and ready for your exams, so blasting your music on full volume you started to dance around your room.

Unbeknownst to you, he watched you dance, a smile pulling at his face as he realised you were the same as always. You danced like no one was watching singing along to the songs as you did. And he smiled, laughing at your antics as he remembered how you used to pull him up and dance with you.

He regretted how he ended his friendship with abandoning you, he wasn’t even sure why he did it. He knew he hurt you. He feltBu, for his own selfish somehow, he had made gain. He had made new friends; he, he was popular and on the uni football team. He liked the spotlight always had and was half to have all these new friends. He had made a great bond with but in doing so he lost his truest friend and the woman he loved.

He had decided to talk to you, to apologise and make up for what he did. So, as he saw you at outside the bench outside both your houses he came over and sat beside you. So, as he saw yous at outside the bench outside both your houses he came over and say beside you.

“hey” you heard a voice say beside you, as you turned your head to see Jace sit beside you.

“hey” you said back, as your hair falling in front of your face. He reached his hand forward, to brush the hair out of your eyes, and tucking it behind your ear.

 “How have you been?” he asked, his hand lingering slightly. You stared at him fro a moment, he still dressed the same, with the same worn-out jeans, the same smile, but with better hair.

You supposed you looked entirely different, though at the same time you hadn’t changed either. Your curled hair was no longer a frizzy messed, but well maintained. You didn’t wear your glasses much anymore, now favouring contacts. He seemed to smile as he took you in, staring at your eyes.

“I’m good, you?”

“Good, excited for the game…” he kept talking and it felt like old times again, you thought, it was so easy, to return to how it once was, chatting about nothing in particular.

He smiled as he spoke to you, happily chatting away. His smile was the same as always, a smile you sworn could light up a town.

“I haven’t seen you in a while” you said after a pause.

“yeah” he said awkwardly, scratching his head “I’m sorry about that, I never meant to- “a car pulled up, with Sara Snow in it.

He got up suddenly, mumbling goodbye as he did. His smile had faded, and turned into a forced smile, the kind of smile you gave to a stranger you passed in the hallway, as he got into her car. She instantly pulled him in for a kiss, her eyes staring you down as she did.

You had never actually talked to her before, never known anyone who had, but you did know Cregan, though not well, and he rarely said anything nice about his sister.

They drove away after that, Jace looking at you over his shoulder as they did.

The rest of the day you kept too yourself, focusing on studying. Jace had yet to return home, the light off in his room. Not that you were checking.

He had sent you a text, “sorry”, nothing more. You hadn’t replied, you didn’t even know what to say.

From the corner of your eye, you saw the light in his room turn on.

He walked in with a downtrodden look. He had spent the whole day with her and felt only regret on not spending it with you.

He and sara were on and off again, never anything serious, no feelings past lust. Especially after how she talked about you today. He ended it officially, and he couldn’t be happier. Especially when he saw yous at at your bed.

He reached under his bed for his sketchbook, reminiscing on how even as children you couldn’t spend an hour with out talking to one another.

It had all changed after uni, and he regretted not dragging you with him as he changed.

“hey” he wrote holding it up hoping you would look, and as luck would have it you did.

You seemed unsure as you yourself grabbed your own sketchbook, writing the words.

“what’s up?”

“I wanted to see if you were okay”.

You furrowed your brows “yeah?”

He sent you a small smile, before grabbing his phone and calling you.

“Hey?” you answered, your tone nervous.

“Hey!” he said trying to lighten your mood a little, “i’m sorry about earlier it won’t happen again”.

Yous kissed your teeth nodding your head, “right” his actions early hadn’t supposed you, they only made you realise that you and he won’t ever return to how you were before. Choosing each other first always, and never up and leaving each other mid conversation.

“I…. i broke up with her, officially”.

You hummed, he nervously coughed.

“I I know I hurt you when I started dating her, and i…I am so sorry, I just got so caught up in the idea of it all, these…these past few years have been a torment to me, watching as you seemed perfectly okay with us not…not being us anymore and I didn’t know how to…how to talk to you or-“

“i wasn’t perfectly okay with it” you interrupted him “at not point was I okay with loosing my best friend” you shook your head, glaring at him through the window “I tried to talk to you  and you shook me off, you chose her over an 18  year long friendship, how would I be okay with It!”

“I didn’t!” he said quickly, his face panicked, “I-I I messaged you I swear I did I sent you so many messages and you never replied”.

“No, you didn’t, I get the odd one but the second is as her shove her tongue down your throat I haven’t received these “many messages” you claim to have sent”.

“what?” he looked shocked through the window, “I told you about her, how I got drunk and slept with her at a party and how she wouldn’t take no as an answer, you never replied, I sent you countless texts about going to study together or hanging out and you never showed up!”

“What! You never showed up when I asked you!” you were near shouting now.

“You never asked me- “

“Neither did you!”

You heard your mum call you are asking if you were okay. You went silent, “we can’t do this over the phone”.

“Meet me at the backdoor” you looked at him nodding your head.

“hey” you said as Jace opened his back door, pulling it closed behind him.

“hey” he said moving towards you, “look, clearly there was some reason we never got these texts”.

You looked at him in disbelief, shaking your head, “gods Jace I didn’t realise you were so blind!” you laughed, “look I don’t know her or anything about her but, are you sure Sara never used your phone and maybe deleted the messages?”

“Umm…no?” he said unsure, “why would she do that”.

“Oh, please Jace, you and I have known each other our whole lives, and when we first started uni, we were acting like a married couple, she probably wanted me out the way so she could date you”.

“But we weren’t…we’ve never- “he stuttered awkwardly.

“Have you never once thought of me-?”

He cut you off, “no!” he said it too fast, so fast that you were unsure if he meant it.

“Really? Because I have, I did” you replied, sending him a shy look. You had hopped he had to and that you are saying this would make him say it in return.

He looked at you shocked, not expecting your admission, then his face turned guilty.  “I know” he said looking down, “but at the time I- I saw you nothing more than a…a friend and so I…I dated Sara to push you away in hope you would stop seeing me as more than a friend.” He scratched his head awkwardly, looking down his eyes filled with guilt.

 “oh” that’s all you could say. It was the first time you had ever admitted you had actually liked him, and to be rejected so clearly. To know the reason why he was with Sara, the reason he was with her in the first place was to get rid of you, it hurt more than three years of only passing words and fading friendship.

“I. I’m sorry I… I broke up with her though”.

You laughed a humourless laugh, almost in disbelief “I well that makes what you said better” you scoffed, truing around to leave.

He grabbed your arm, “No…I” he whispered your name, “I… I do like you like that… I’m just before her id dint realise my feelings for you and I do know…”

You scoffed, “right… so it took fucking another woman and ignoring me for three years, to save me from my feeling, made you realise you liked me to?”

“Yes.” He nodded.

You laughed, a short scoff of a laugh, “by the gods Jace you’re an idiot” this time when he grabbed your arm as you went to leave you only shook him off, storming up to your room and leaving the curtains shut for the rest of the weekend.

That week you swear you saw Jace everywhere. He seemed to follow you almost.

Though you were both doing the same course, meaning 90% of your lectures were together.

“Why is Jace following you?” Maris asked as you both walked out of your seminar.

“Oh gods, I haven’t told you, have I?”

She laughed, intrigued, “no, what happened”.

You looked down laughing as you tried to tell her, “Well Jace and I finally talked and he… admitted he liked me?”

“What!”

“that’s not it… but he also told me that he knew I liked him and that was the reason he started dating Sara… so I would stop liking him”.

“What the hells?” Baela said as she caught up to the pair of you, “did I just hear that right”.

“don’t even get me started! But I basically told him he was an idiot; I mean who hurts someone like that!”

“Idiots!” Maris and Baela said simultaneously.

And as they did you saw Jace appear from around the corner, two coffees in hand. He had a hopeful look in his eyes as he walked towards you.

“Speak of the devil” you mumbled, as you turned to your friends, “I’ll be back in a minute” you said as you walked towards him.

“Jace” you greeted. “What do you want now?”

“To apologise” he said handing you a coffee, “I really am sorry, I never should have done what I did, and I should have told you, and not kept it from you.” He looked at you, his face kin to puppy scrounging for food.

“Then why did you?” You said as you ushered him to an empty room.

“I was scared. “He admitted, smiling shyly, “all my life I had loved you and everyone told me you did too, and then. then you and Aemond started dating and I thought they all were lying to me and how could you ever love me and when you could be with him”

In truth it took you until after your relationship with Aemond to realise your feelings for Jace, in fact it was Aemond who broke up with you because he saw said feelings first.

He continued. “And then you broke up and everyone was telling me to take a chance, and then uni started, and I got scared and realised that you did I fact like me too. But for some reason I was convinced that being in a relationship in uni would only tear us apart. So… so I decided to take a step back and stop whatever romantic feelings we had- “

“That wasn’t your choice to make Jace, maybe for yourself but my own feelings? You had no right!”

“I know… I know. I was- I am an idiot and…I’m sorry, truly.”

You sighed, you could see he was really sorry, and yet an apart of you didn’t want to forgive him. But another part of you wanted to jump into his arms and forgive him.

“I want us to be friends.” He said, with a hopeful gaze. And your heart broke all other again.

“no” you stepped back, “you know of my feelings, and… I-I can’t be your friend, I can’t ignore those feelings, I won’t, I can’t” tears welled in your eyes at the look on his face.

“I don’t know if I can give you what you want.”

“Why not?”

“Because I have loved you my whole life, and I have already screwed that up, I can’t risk whatever we have now for a relationship.” “we have nothing, we are not friends, not lovers, nothing. You have nothing to lose and everything to gain”.

“No, I have everything to lose, I have already lost your friendship, I can’t risk breaking your heart and loosing you forever!”

“So, because you’re afraid of the possibility of us breaking up you won’t try?” you shook your head, “I can’t believe you! I don’t understand what you want! And you clearly don’t see what I want either!” you went to leave, “I can’t anymore Jace, I just want, I can’t look at you without my heartbreaking. You broke my heart and our friendship once before because you feared losing me forever, well know I think you might have lost me anyway.”

You left without another word or a single glance.

The week passed slowly, your friends were a great comfort and your exams seemed to breeze past you, but the nagging in your back of your mind was constant.

The regret and want. The want to see Jace, to take back what you said and make him realise what an idiot he was. And the regret from not grabbing his face and kissing him.

You and he had been each other’s first kiss, using the excuse of ‘practice’ to cover up you real feelings. It had been awkward, with nose and teeth clashing, and then before you knew it the kisses became perfect, casual even. You had both been sure it was the start of something. And then you ruined it by saying yes when Aemond asked you on a date. You never regretted dating him, he was your first love, your first everything. But not your first kiss. He made you realise what love was and that it was what you had with Jace all along.

Then University started, you lived in the same halls, saw each other every moment of everyday, cooking together, studying together. And then the casual kissing came back. Sweet kisses goodbye or good morning. And then one day you had lingered, and he had pushed back. Your daily routine faded, and then it all happened. The football team and Sara Snow.

It would of been better had he just stopped kissing you, stopped initiating the kisses. Instead, he left you, and now you had done the same to him.

And yet here you stood, getting ready for the big football game, with all your friends.

You wore a jersey, his. The day he got on the team he had gotten you both a jersey. It had sat unworn in a box under your bed since then. It fit perfectly, his name written in bold on the back, alongside his lucky number. The number you had picked, the number that was conveniently todays date.

You stared into the mirror taking a deep breath as your friends all readied themselves. You weren’t sure exactly what you planned to do, but either way Jace would regret ever saying no to dating you.

Everyone was at the game, including the entirety of Jace’s family, you found yourself sat next to Rhaenrya and Luke. You sat right at the front, practically, on the field, meaning Jace could see you, and more importantly you in his jersey. They had all taken notice of your jersey, with Harwin sending you a teasing look.

It was loud and chaotic, the entirety of the university at the event and for good cause as Jace’s team had won.

You hadn’t really paid any attention, your eyes solely focused of Jace.  

He made eye contact with you, solely you and came rushing forward. You stood up moving yourself and before you knew it, he had sweeped you up into is arms. Spinning you around, he whispered like a chant “I’m so sorry, I regret everything I never should have- “

You shut him up, taking his mouth with yours in a slow passionate kiss. Moaning into each other’s mouths, you realised you both had got on lost in the crowd, as everyone had run into the field. Leaving you to find a moment alone, to finally reconnect and admit your feelings.

“Come with me” he said grabbing your hand, leading you away from the crowd and field.

“I’ve never taken anyone here before” he said once you finally reached your destination, it was a sweet little outlook with a view of the island. “The day I found it I wanted to save it, for you”.

You looked at each other, hands entwined.

“I love you” you both said in unison, bringing a smile to each of your faces.  

“I am so sorry about everything, I don’t know why I said what I did, why I asked to be friends and nothing more. I’m a fool”

“You’re my fool” you laughed, “in fact were both fools, I don’t know why we kept this from each other for 21 years. “You laughed, before reaching forward and kissing him again.

It was so different from your years of practice kisses. They were deliberate and sweet. This was hot, passionate and desperate.

“Gods, I need you” he moaned into your mouth, as he backed you up onto a tree, his hands descending to your waist, pulling you closer to him. Your bodies stating to slowly grind against one another as your tongues battled for dominance, his eventually winning, as he took you in for one last heated kiss before his lips began deciding down your neck.

“Please.” You begged, as you reached down to pull of his jersey, you wore nothing underneath, your bare breasts on show.

He moaned at the sight of them, before taking your nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking as he did. Low moans spilling out of you as he did.  You gripped his hair as he continued his ministrations, before pulling him of your breast and reaching up to undress him. Soon you were both bare, if anyone was to walk by, they would easily you, but neither of you seemed to care as Jace moved to kiss you again his hand reaching down to caress your wet cunt, shuddering as he penetrated your hole.

As he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you, your moans swallowed by his mouth as you felt yourself tighten around his fingers your peak edging closer and closer, before he withdrew his fingers causing a moan of protest as his fingers left you.

“Keep going” you pleaded, but he simply shook his head, before going on his knees, your leg moving o his shoulder as he licked your cunt. He lapped you up like he was dying, and you were his final meal. Licking up all your juices before finally reaching your clit, his fingers hand made there way back to your cunt, as you felt his finger penetrate you once more as he sucked your clit into his mouth.

You moaned loudly as he did so, making no effort to hide your pleasure, as you gripped his hair and started to ride his face until you finally came.

he stood up slowly, before once again pulling you into heated kiss.

“You taste divine” he moaned into your mouth, before groaning as you reached for his cock. “jump” he groaned, and as you allowing him to thrust, into you in one slick movement as you wrapped your legs around his waist, causing you both to moan simultaneously, as your walls wrapped around his length tightly, he didn’t move for a moment, allowing you both to adjust before he started to pump his hips slowly into you, building up a rhyme.

“Gods you moaned,” gripping onto him tightly, as he started to pound into you, you both moaning as his pace picked up.

His face was buried in your neck, leaving kisses you where sure would leave a mark.

He continued to thrust his hips, pounding into you as your peaks grew closer and closer, his cock throbbing inside you as your cunt tightened around his length.

“I’m going to cum” he whined. “Fuck, where?” he asked, reaching down to rub your clit, prompting you closer and closer to Cumming with him.

“Inside…I’m on the pill” you said between moans and before you knew it you felt the warmness of him spreads inside you as you came yourself, gripping tightly on his arms as you did.

You took a moment, leaning against, him and him you.

“Why did we wait so long to do this again?” he asked catching his breath.

“Because you’re an idiot”.

He laughed, “and I will spend every day making it up to you I swear” he kissed you softly, as if sealing his promise in a kiss, a promise you knew he would keep “I should have known, you belong with me”.

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It's Over┃max verstappen

summary: where they bellieve max cheated on kelly with a famous singer his age but instead of the fans reacting badly,they celebrate?

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Max has always been in the public eye, both on and off the track. His relationship with Kelly Piquet, the Brazilian ''model'', had been the talk of the paddock for years. Their 9 year age difference has been the topic of conversation and criticism everywhere, but it didn't seem to bother Max… at least not until now.

It all started at an exclusive party after the Monaco GP. The drivers mixed with celebrities of all kinds: singers, actors, models, athletes, etc. Among the crowd was Y/N, a world-wide known singer, nine-time Grammy winner, selling out full stadiums and breaking record after record. Lewis had met her a few years earlier at the Met Gala and they had become close friends so it wasn't surprising to see him listening to her music before a race.

Max was also a fan of Y/N's music and their paths had vaguely crossed at some events. But that night was a little different. They were seen together several times, sharing laughs and whispers that seemed too intimate for only being friends. The paparazzi, always being everywhere, managed to take several photos that would make the Internet go crazy for the next days.

In one particular photo, Max and Y/N were seen standing close to each other, with their faces inches apart, lost in conversation. Another photo captured the moment in which Max caressed Y/N's cheeck with a smile. The final image, which would become the most commented image on twitter the next day, showed Max with his arm casually around Y/N's shoulders as they left the party together and then got into his car holding hands.

The next morning, social media was blowing up. #MaxAndY/N was trending worldwide on twitter. Fans of both Max and Y/N couldn't contain their confusion and excitement. The most popular question was: Had Max finally left Kelly? Was Y/N the new woman in his life? Or was she the other woman?

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f1_gossip WHAT THE HELL?! This morning a celebrity gossip account published these photos of Max and singer and songwriter Y/N where they are seen very close together! Did we miss something? Since when did Max leave Kelly??

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Meanwhile, Kelly had been noticeably absent from the party as she was in LA on one of her many trips, which only fueled the breakup rumors; her silence on the matter was interpreted as confirmation. Fans speculated that Max had grown tired of her constant traveling and her indifference to his, and also the factor of their age difference. They believed he had found solace in Y/N, who shared her young energy and passion for her life and career.

Y/N's fans, known for their loyalty, received Max in a good way. They filled their comments on social media with messages of support and excitement.

Days turned into weeks and neither Max nor Y/N addressed the rumors directly. Instead, they continued to be seen together at various events: dinners, concerts and even a charity gala where they were photographed holding hands.

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f1_gossip we got new photos of max and yn at the party after the monaco gp! What do you think about this? An anonymous person close to Kelly apparently said the couple had broken up months ago! but they haven't confirmed it

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max_updates STOP THEY'RE LITERALLY SO CUTE! Max and Y/N a few weeks ago outside a restaurant with friends!

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ynlnupdates max and y/n tonight!

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f1_gossip Kelly posted this story a few minutes ago finally speaking about her and max!

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Finally, in an interview after a race, Max broke the silence.

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max_updates In case you didn't already know, this is a yn ln,singer, songwriter and director, max's new gf, we really can't blame Max for falling for this beautiful and talented woman y'all.

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ynlnupdates meet max verstappen, 3 times f1 world champion, redbull driver and boyfriend of our yn 🫶🏻

username OH HE'S HOT

username I can't wait to see him on a concert of her's

username❤️😭 I LITERALLY LOVE HIM AND NOW HE'S DATING YN!?!??!

ok I hope this is not messy, I literally finish writing this at 3 am yesterday😭

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