#We’ll see how nice you are when you’re BETRAYING ME >:(

[yois2aki]

wc. 1.3k

caleb gives me tiktok bf energy.

btw reader has freckles in this... sorry i hate giving reader physical aspects but i think he'd be a sucker for freckles 😔😔😔

“this is a trap.”

caleb eyed you warily as you set up your phone, a mischievous smile playing on your lips. he had been through enough of your little social media games to know when something was dangerous territory, and this? this was a minefield.

“you realize there’s no way for me to win this, right?” he muttered, arms crossed.

you grinned. “oh, come on, it’s just for fun.”

“that’s what you said last time,” he grumbled. “then you pouted for an hour because i ranked going shopping together last.”

“okay, but that was an injustice.”

caleb groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose before sighing in defeat. “fine. let’s just get this over with.”

you clapped excitedly, hitting ‘start’ on the ranking filter as the first body part popped up.

1. hands

he barely hesitated. “fifth.”

you gasped. “fifth?!”

he side-eyed you. “do you want me to be honest or not?”

you huffed. “fine. but you better put my legs below that or we’re fighting.”

he smirked. “we’ll see.”

2. legs

he pressed fourth without a second thought.

“caleb.”

“what?” he said, completely unfazed.

you glared at him. “so my hands are below my legs?”

he shrugged. “it’s the truth.”

you groaned dramatically, flopping against the couch. “i don't want to play this with you anymore.”

he chuckled. “too late now.”

3. eyes

his expression softened slightly.

“first,” he said immediately.

your lips parted slightly, caught off guard by how fast he answered. “…really?”

he turned his head slightly, glancing at you, and for a second, his violet eyes held something softer, something quieter.

“yeah,” he murmured. “really.”

your heart did a little flip, but before you could dwell on it, the next body part popped up.

4. lips

caleb exhaled, staring at the screen like it had personally betrayed him.

you smirked. “what, struggling?”

“not struggling,” he muttered, pressing second after a long pause.

you raised an eyebrow. “so my lips are second to my eyes?”

he shot you a look. “you know how i feel about your lips. but i look into your eyes every day. that has to count for something.”

your cheeks warmed slightly, but before you could let it get to your head, the next one appeared.

5. collarbone

without hesitation, he pressed ninth.

you gasped.

“ninth?!”

“what?” he said, completely unbothered.

“my collarbone is at the bottom?!”

“there are ten slots,” he reminded you. “it could be worse.”

“oh, you're so sleeping on the—”

before you could finish, the next one appeared.

6. voice

his eyebrows twitched.

he pressed third.

you blinked. “…my voice?”

he shrugged. “it’s nice. i like hearing you talk.”

your heart did another weird little flip. you quickly masked it with a smirk. “so what you’re saying is, my voice is sexier than my hands?”

he groaned. “i regret this already.”

7. stomach

he looked at the screen for a second before pressing sixth.

you narrowed your eyes. “explain.”

he took a sip from his drink. “it's nice to nap on.”

you flushed slightly. “caleb.”

he smirked but didn’t say anything else.

8. back

he hummed in thought before pressing eighth.

you relaxed slightly. “okay, that’s fair.”

he arched a brow. “oh, so you accept this ranking, but not the collarbone?”

“obviously.”

he shook his head. “ridiculous.”

9. neck

he pressed seventh.

you side-eyed him. “you’re thinking of something, aren’t you?”

“not at all.”

“liar.”

he just smirked.

10. freckles

he pressed first.

your breath hitched.

“…wait.” you furrowed your brows. “but you already put my eyes first.”

he exhaled, shaking his head. “no. i take it back. freckles should be first.”

he tried to tap the screen to change it, but the filter locked in the ranking.

caleb stared at the screen. then at you. then back at the screen.

“…you planned this.”

you burst out laughing. “i didn’t! but i knew you’d try to change it!”

he groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “this is exactly why i said this was a trap.”

you grinned. “so, my freckles win?”

caleb sighed, rubbing his temples.

“…yeah,” he muttered. “they win.”

you leaned in, smirking. “told you this would be fun.”

“for you, maybe,” he grumbled, but the way he was watching you—like the freckles scattered across your cheeks had just ruined him completely—told a different story.

[driftingballoons]

The only problem with anticipating a plot twist/betrayal; you can’t trust anyone

[patrophthia]

Hi! Your Theodore Nott works are amazing so I was wondering if I could request something with grumpy!Theo. Maybe the reader is always laughing and just generally really happy and maybe Theo can't help but feel attracted to that sunny disposition and ends up just being annoyed by how much he likes it, idk just and idea.

Thank you for your work, it's absolutely amazing 🩷

GRUMPY X SUNSHINE IS MY JAM!!!! I GOT YOU!!

just fine | theodore nott

pairing: theodore nott x reader

genre: fluff (duhhh), sunshine x grumpy, more of an extroverted reader

part of my 1k celebration event !

There's a few faults to you. You laugh too much, you talk too much, you're too nice, smile too bright, too bubbly, too friendly and Theodore likes you too much for his own good. 

Okay, maybe the last one is his fault rather than yours but it's getting irritating to see just how much you effected him by merely sparing a glance in his direction. Let alone, holding a full conversation with him. 

It's a nice Saturday afternoon, students bustling about as they climb up to the Quidditch pitch —it's going to be an intense match between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, or so he heard. Blaise is leading the way for him and Pansy to follow, he signals for Theodore to sit and he does as told; you occupying the seat next to him just minutes after. 

You're cheering for Gryffindor, solely because you were friends with Potter and you're loud about it. Your thighs brushes against Theodore's, warm against the cool breeze and Theodore hopes that his ear doesn't betray him and flush up. 

You turn to him after a bit, moving your leg away to give him room as if you're afraid you've encroached his space. "Who are you cheering for?" 

"No one." In particular. Draco asked for him and the others to watch the game to study the other team's strategy seeing as he wasn't allowed to be here. "You're one of Potter's, fan girl?" 

"Not a fan girl," you corrected him with smile. "Just a friend." 

"Right," he huffs, turning back the game. From the corner of his eyes he could see you hesitating, probably wanting to make conversation; so —for the first time in his life, he tries to make small talk. "How're you liking the game so far?" 

It takes you a second to answer him, and he wonders what even possessed him to ask you this. Curse you and your weird magnetic pull. 

"It's fun," you tell him, gazing at him as you did so. "How're you?" 

He's slow when he replies. "Fine." Then as if he only realizes that you’re asking him how he’s enjoying the game rather than how he’s doing, he tries to save himself by adding: “enjoying it just fine.” 

And when you giggle at his words, seemingly have caught his slip up —yet, not bringing him up to save him from embarrassment. He decides that he likes you (not that this was new information to him). "Really?" 

Theodore nods. 

“That’s a shame,” you say, your tone is playful and there’s a teasing tilt to it. 

Theodore turns, and he meets you head on; there’s a blinding smile on your face, bright enough to render him blind if he were to look at you for too long, he decided. 

And so he turns back the pitch, ears perked up for your next words. “You should be having fun, Theo.” 

A hum is only the response you get, trying to play it cool as if his hand wasn’t clamming up at how he could still feel your eyes on him. Look away dammit. 

“How about we play a game?” You suggest after a minute. “I promise it’ll be fun.” 

He doesn’t look at you when he asks you: “what is it?” 

You’re smiling again, thighs brushing against his in your excitement. “We’ll make a bet. If Gryffindor wins you have to take me out to Hogsmeade this weekend.” 

“And if Ravenclaw wins?” 

A laugh bubbles out of you and he hates how it was second nature for him to look at you, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips as your eyes glaze over with a sense of accomplishment. 

“If Ravenclaw wins then what happens?” He repeats. 

The smile on your face doesn’t leave, and Theodore hopes that it never does. “If Ravenclaw wins, I have to take you out to Hogsmeade this weekend.” 

He understands why you laughed now, why you found it so amusing when he asked what would happen just mere seconds ago. No matter the outcome of the game, he’d be spending the weekend with you. 

And he doesn’t mind it one bit. 

[charliemwrites]

Woof woof yall.

No content warnings

You’re out in the woods one day, taking photos and going for a little hike. Stupid mental health walk or something; whatever, it’s a nice day and you’ve gotten some good shots. You’re just about to turn back when a huge brown and black wolf lopes out from a nearby thicket.

There aren’t any wolves in England though! Hunted to extinction - it’s why you feel safe bebopping around the forest alone in the daylight. So you see this big fuck-off sized “dog” and coo at the pretty puppy.

“Hello handsome boy, aren’t you just gorgeous! Will you come say hi?”

You do all the right things that you’re supposed to do with an unfamiliar dog but he just barges right through. Trots up to you, nose shoved into your crotch. You startle, bark a laugh, shove at his big stupid head.

“A little forward,” you tease, scratching under his chin, “but it’s better than biting.”

You feel all around his neck for a collar, but no luck. He must be someone’s though, huge blue eyes too intelligent and focused on your words. And his coat is so well maintained, glossy and shedded.

“Do you know how to… sit?”

An adorable head tilt, and the big dog settles onto his hind quarters.

“What a good boy!” you croon. “So smart!”

He licks at your palm and wrist as you scratch at him, huge tail thumping. A canine grin, tongue lolling out as he waits for your next command.

You hum.

“Well, guess we can check if you’re microchipped, huh? Or at least I can get you some water. See if someone recognizes you…”

You make a kissy noise at him. “Let’s go, big boy. Come.”

And to your delight, he falls into step with you. He weaves along the path ahead and behind, but always loops back to you, brushing against your thigh as if to reassure you he’s still there.

You hum as you walk, giggling when you see his ears twitch and swivel towards you. Tease that he should do better if he doesn’t like your version of Jolene.

You only cross paths with two other people on the walk, a pair of guys clearly out for a more serious hike. The dog plants himself between you and them, ears pinning back and a low growl erupting from his chest. You startle a bit, carefully burying your fingers around his scruff in case you need to grab him quickly.

“I’m guessing he doesn’t belong to either of you, then?” you ask.

One of the guys shakes his head. The other gives you an odd look. “He’s not yours?”

The dog barks, loud and rough. You shush him, explain the situation to the hikers. But the dog never stops rumbling and they quickly go on their way, keeping a wide berth.

You huff. “Don’t like men, huh?”

Poor thing. Maybe he was abandoned by a mean owner?

“S’alright, bud, I’ll be good to you.”

He follows you all the way back to your home. And when you open the door, shoulders right past you.

“Ah, shit,” you groan. “You weren’t supposed to come in!”

He gives you an almost betrayed look. You try not to huff in amusement.

“So help me, if you bring nasty things in this house I will shave you. Shave you. You’ll look so silly. Like an overgrown raw turkey.”

The dog turns, trots back to you. You didn’t realize just how big he is until he’s got his big paws on your shoulders. You blink, have to take a step back to brace against the weight of him. In his hind legs he’s taller than you. Really could pass for a pure bred wolf.

A big, rough tongue licks from your jaw to your forehead. You scrunch up your face but end up laying a kiss on his muzzle in return.

“Alright, you big nasty. Down you get.”

You shut and lock the door behind you, brushing leaves and dirt off.

“Okay, shower first,” you say aloud, already tugging off your clothes. “Then we’ll run into town, see if we can track down your family.”

You don’t mind the dog staring, unblinking, as you strip down right there, balling things up to avoid tracking a mess through the house. Nor do you mind him following you to the bathroom, though you do push at his snout when he licks the back of your knee. Just normal dog things, really. They don’t get people stuff like clothes or boundaries.

“Stay out of trouble, bud. I’ll be right out.”

As you wash up, you consider the merits of adopting. Only if you can’t find the dog’s actual family, that is. It’s lonely in your little house sometimes - and a bit spooky at night. A big, protective dog might be just the thing.

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[ace-of-zaun]

Kiss Me More. Pt 3:

silco x f!reader - 2.8k words - SFW

cw: angst, Silco being the most clueless mf to ever live (but he’s also a sweetheart, so we’ll forgive him just this once), fluff, Vander being lovely, mentions of poverty, arguments, references to sex, Seven is the actual worst, kind of an angsty end to the chapter (thought i'd mention it just in case)

PART 1 | PART 2

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Silco has mentioned Seven and your date with him that many times in the past week, you’re genuinely starting to worry he’s got an unhealthy obsession with the boy. 

In fact, he’s brought it up so often, you can tell just by the way Silco takes a breath that he's going to start yet another rant about your situationship, prompting you to scuttle away from him the second he opens his mouth to speak. 

It doesn’t put you off going on your date. If anything, it makes you even more determined to push back against Silco and prove to him that you can do this, with or without his support.

So, you go on your second date with Seven. 

He’d somehow managed to visit you every single day at work following your first date, which caused a giddy, cherished sort of feeling the first two times it happened, but now kind of irritates you after eight consecutive days of it. 

Now, it just feels clingy and suffocating, and you’re getting slightly worried your boss is going to get mad at you for wasting time at work. 

Luckily, Seven hadn’t asked you to go swimming on your date, (or, skinny dipping, as Silco had told you was his actual meaning, approximately six thousand times). Instead, he’d walked you to one of the little piers overlooking the river, where you’d sat side by side and shared a simple picnic. 

It was nice. Mostly. 

Seven had pretty much just talked about himself the entire time (again), and had even interrupted you the one time you tried to tell him about the new vinyl you’d excitedly bought on sale at the market. (So what if you can’t play it or listen to it just yet, Seven, you’ll be able to afford a phonograph one day, and you can just admire the sleeve artwork until then!)

Towards the end of the date, he’d finally kissed you, softer than you were expecting after the bold way he’d previously tried to kiss you outside your apartment.

But there hadn’t been any butterflies, or that wonderful, little spark you’ve often heard people describing when they speak of their first kisses. (Kinda, sorta like the way you felt when you’d kissed Silco…)

Kissing Seven, you hadn’t really felt anything at all, except, slightly icky and a little bit disappointed.

So now, you arrive home from the pier on your own (Seven had apparently been too busy to walk you back this time) with a strange sort of empty feeling emanating from your chest. Like someone has stolen a couple of your ribs while you weren’t looking. 

But a warm sense of relief and delight quickly replaces that feeling when you spot Vander sprawled out on the sofa, arms spread out across the back, head tilted up to the ceiling. 

It’s rare to see him at home, what with his long hours down the mine and evenings tending the bar. And it shows. Tired eyes and limbs betraying just how shattered he must be after all those hours of work. 

You’re desperate to tell him to give up the extra shifts at the bar. But you’re genuinely not sure if the three of you would be able to stay together without it. Maybe you should ask if you could pick up some of his shifts instead, give him a few nights off. Janna knows he deserves it.

Vander looks up when you gently click the front door closed, sitting up properly while you toe off your shoes to join the line along the wall. 

“Hey, you’re home,” you say. 

“I am,” he replies, easy smile to mask his exhaustion. “How was your date?”

Part of you had hoped he’d forgotten so you wouldn’t have to talk about it. But Vander’s far too thoughtful for that. 

“Ah, you know…” you say, looking down at your feet bashfully. 

“That bad?”

“I wouldn't say bad.” You sigh, dropping down next to him on the sofa.

You rest your head against his shoulder, tucking your feet under your legs in an attempt to get comfortable. Vander places his arm around your shoulder and gently pulls you towards him, until you’re leaning against his side.

You’ve always secretly thought of him as your wise, older brother. The one who always knows what to say and how to say it. The person you can always rely on.

"But not good?" he asks, genuinely. 

This time, the sigh you give feels like it radiates from your whole body. 

“It’s just…I didn’t expect any of it to feel like this, I thought I was supposed to feel…”

You don’t really know, to be honest. You’ve only ever heard people describe their experiences with love or dating, so you’re not completely sure what you’re supposed to feel. 

But something deep down is telling you, ‘not like this’.

“Feel what, lass?” Vander prods gently. 

“I don’t know,” you finally admit. 

Van nods in understanding, gently tapping your bicep twice before rubbing up and down your arm soothingly. 

“Maybe you just need a bit more time to get to know him,” he says, offering you the advice you’d been too nervous to ask for. “D’ya think you’ll see him again?”

You tilt your head to the side, worrying your lip with your pointer finger and thumb. 

“He asked me to go on another date with him tomorrow,” you say, pushing down the fact it feels like a shameful confession. “I said yes but-”

And then Silco storms into the room, looking like he’s spitting nails. 

“You're not seriously going on another date with that greasy-haired freak?" he demands, apropos of absolutely nothing. 

Immediately, you push yourself from Vander’s embrace to sit up and glare at him. Trust Silco to ruin the nice moment you were having. 

“Seriously, what have you got against him?”

Silco ignores you, clearly on a rampage that could only be fuelled by pure insanity. 

“You can't go on another date with him,” he announces firmly. 

"What? Why?" 

You wait, with a truly impressive amount of patience if you do say so yourself, for Silco to explain himself. To present his infallible, incredibly coherent, astonishingly well-thought out argument as to why you can’t go on another date with the person you are currently dating. 

"Because he's gross,” he says. 

You could really, honestly smack him. 

"No, he's not." 

"I don't think you should see him anymore," he continues. 

“Silco. I’m not a child, you can’t just tell me what to do,” you say, feeling the anger beginning to bubble away inside you. Silco knows exactly how to push your buttons and he knows it. 

“Yes, I can,” he argues, arms crossed against his chest. 

You narrow your eyes dangerously. 

“No, you can’t.” 

“Alright, that’s enough, you two,” Vander interrupts before one of you tackles the other and turns the argument into a childish scrap in the middle of the room.

Sil huffs dramatically and uncrosses his arms. Then, clearly not knowing what to do with them as they hang awkwardly by his side, he decides to cross them again. 

“Fine. I wasn't going to say anything, but I spoke to a guy at the mines who knows him and he's… got a bit of a reputation."

"What do you mean, ‘reputation’?"

"I mean, he's dated just about every girl in the Undercity," Silco stresses.

You frown at this new information, but honestly, deep down, you don’t really care. Even the mental image of Seven kissing other people doesn’t spark that jealousy in you that it did when you’d pictured Silco experiencing his first kiss. 

But admitting that to him feels like defeat so instead you say, "Well, maybe he just hasn't found the one yet." 

Silco scoffs obnoxiously.

"What, and you think you're the one?" he says sarcastically. His tone is a little bit on the mean side. Like he’s implying that you’re not good enough for Seven.

And honestly, it stings. It hurts and it makes you angry. You thought after all these years that Silco cared about you, that he wanted the best for you. 

But all he’s done for the past few weeks is question you constantly when all you needed was just a little support from your best friend.

And, gods, you know that you don’t really mean any of it, but there’s a burning, horrible impulse to hurt Silco like he’s been hurting you, so you stand up to face him square on.

"And what if I am, huh?” you begin.

Of course, Silco immediately goes to interrupt, but you steamroll ahead. 

“You know what, Silco, maybe I’ll just go and stay with him if you’re that wound up about it. Actually, yeah.” You purse your lips and shrug your shoulders nonchalantly, before looking him dead in the eye. “No need to wait up for me after my date tomorrow, I’ll just stay at his for the night.”

Silco looks absolutely horrified, face draining at the implication (that you don’t mean at all, honestly, you can’t think of anything worse than spending the night with Seven). 

But Silco doesn’t have to know that.

He steps forward a little and says your name, really quite desperately.

“Wait-”

There’s no way you’re letting him get the last word, so you stalk out the living room and into your bedroom without a backward glance, slamming the door shut behind you for good measure.

You drop onto your bed, desperately trying not to cry as you slap your hands over your face, like it’ll hold everything in. 

You just don’t get why Silco is acting like this. 

And the more time you spend with Seven, the more sure you are that he’s actually quite a repulsive, self-centered person. But you don’t know how to fix any of this mess you’ve gotten yourself into and all you really want is your best friend back. 

You just want everything to go back to the way it was.

Is that too much to ask? 

-

You haven’t spoken a word to Silco since your argument. Even after Vander had carefully explained that Silco probably didn’t mean what he’d said, you don’t want to hear it. The hurt is still too raw to forgive him yet. 

Everything has changed since you kissed. Now, your heart does this breathtaking little flip in your chest every time you see him, and all you can think about is kissing him again. But you're dating Seven and it's not like Silco likes you anyway, so there’s no point in entertaining it. 

Gods, you wish you could just stop feeling like this. 

You force yourself to go on another date with Seven, even though you had originally been planning on cancelling when you were talking about it to Vander. Now, you’re going just to spite Silco. 

So that’s how you find yourself walking through the city’s sprawling market stalls with Seven, kinda wishing you were anywhere else. You’re not really buying any of the products for sale because neither of you can afford much of anything at the moment, which just makes you feel all deflated. 

And Seven is holding your hand as you stroll along, but honestly, you wish he wasn’t. His hands are a bit sweaty and he’s gripping your knuckles just a bit too tightly for comfort. You have to keep letting go to wipe your hand on your leg and it’s starting to get really quite embarrassing. 

Just as you’re on the cusp of deciding whether to fake some kind of horrific illness or whether it’d be too dramatic to just flee Zaun and adopt a whole new identity, you’re saved by a tall figure stumbling into your side.

You only just manage to stop yourself from tripping to the ground, thankfully righting yourself before you can fall, just to look up in confusion at-

Silco. Who looks down at you with the most unapologetic expression you’ve ever seen in your life.

It’s clear he’s followed you because why else would he be in the market, he hates the market when it’s busy. He once said he’d rather run naked through the streets of Piltover in front of the Council building than risk the ‘throngs of dawdling idiots’ on a busy market day. 

"Hey, fancy bumping into you!” Silco acts surprised, completely over the top and almost embarrassingly unconvincing. He’s not getting a job in the Piltie theatre anytime soon, that’s for sure. 

Then, his expression drops when he glances at Seven, like there’s suddenly a bitter, bitter taste in his mouth. “Oh. What’s he doing here?”

You resist the urge to scream, finally letting go of Seven’s hand to step away from him.

"Silco-" 

"We're on a date." Seven finally speaks, looking thoroughly annoyed at the interruption. Even more annoyed than when Silco was rude to him outside your apartment. 

"Really?" Silco questions. He looks pointedly at the distance between the two of you and then stares obstinately at Seven. "Doesn't look like it to me." 

"Look, mate-" 

Silco cuts him off with deadly sharp precision. 

"You know, Six, I think we have a mutual acquaintance," he says, timbre turning positively dangerous. "Her name’s Lia. Works at the mines? That ring any bells in your dense, little head?" 

At this, Seven’s face pales. Rapidly. 

"Never heard of her," he insists, far too quickly to be anything but a lie. 

Then, he turns to you, snatching up your hand again. 

"Let's go, doll, we don’t have to put up with this." 

Silco’s expression darkens immeasurably, clenching his fists by his sides as he steps forward, but you beat him to the punch, ripping your hand out of Seven’s grasp. 

Fuck this. 

"You know what, I've just remembered that there's something that I need to do," you snap, borderline shouting over them when they both jump to speak. "Alone." 

Turning on your heel, you stalk off in the opposite direction, automatically heading towards the River without even really thinking about it. It’s the place you usually end up when you need to clear your head, and right now, you just need some peace and quiet.

You’re only a few streets away from the market when you hear Silco following you, knowing after all these years the loping strides of his gait by heart. When he makes no sign of stopping, you take a deep breath and turn to face him. 

"Please don’t." 

He says your name pleadingly but you shake your head. 

"I don't want to hear it, Silco," you say, a wave of exhaustion sweeping your bones.  

You’re far, far too tired for this.

"But he's-" 

"Why are you going out of your way to sabotage this for me?" you ask, absolutely detesting the way your voice wobbles on the last few words. 

Silco’s expression flickers, clearly torn between giving you space and stepping forward to comfort you. He ends up shoving his hands into his pockets defensively, but not without inching just that little bit closer to you. 

"I'm not trying to sabotage anything, I'm just trying to protect you," he replies, tone soft. An attempt at reassurance. 

"From what?" you ask.

"From getting hurt.”

He bites his lip, determined and desperately worried all at once. 

You sigh heavily, scrubbing a hand over your face.  

"I just don't get it, Sil, I don't get why you're doing all this," you say, letting your arms drop wearily by your side. 

He seems almost startled by your need for an explanation, uncharacteristically sheepish for the briefest moment as you watch him expectantly. 

"I… I just…" 

And then, as you continue to wait, his expression shutters, turning stony and closed off, and you know you’re not going to get anything from him now. Certainly not anything honest or in the least bit vulnerable. 

You bite your lip hard to stop the burning tears from falling. 

"Just go home, Silco," you say. You sniff back the tears, dejected but accepting. "I'll see you later.”

It breaks your heart to watch the way his shoulders slump but his expression still doesn’t crack. And he still doesn’t say a word when you slowly turn and walk away from him. He doesn’t stop you. 

The next few days feel like a haze of misery; a looping, unfathomable rhythm of going to work and returning home in silence, trying to ignore the way he watches you walk through the flat with a terribly lost expression, like you’ve slipped from his grasp.

You can’t bring yourself to talk to him, even though it physically hurts you to ignore him like this, the irony of not being able to talk to the one person who you can always go to. 

And with Vander gone so often, you’re left to just sit silently in your bedroom, staring at the cracks in the ceiling, wondering where the hell it all went wrong. 

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a/n: I’m sorry for such an angsty end to this chapter, lots of fluff and comfort in the next one, i promise!! (and this story will def have a happy ending, i think i’m physically incapable of writing sad endings, it’s just not in my dna)

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[luveline]

Hi jade if you’re doing requests I’d love to see how prince Steve and his soulmate are doing after the wedding

prince!steve soulmate au —you’re sick from stress and Steve's adoring as always. fem, 1k

“Hello.” 

You nod dazedly from your bed. “Hello, husband.” 

Steve leans on the door, a bouquet against his chest. “Are you feeling any better? At all?” 

“Yeah.” You’re lying, but it doesn’t matter —your hoarse voice betrays you. You sound as sick as you had yesterday and the day before. It is putting a real dampener on the honeymoon. 

He puts his bouquet down on the dresser, the big white petals of its lilies drooping past the cellophane to kiss the drawers. You focus too much on that detail and startle when he sits on the bed. 

“You had everything you needed while I was gone?” he asks, hair falling into his eyes. 

You raise your hand, smiling softly as he leans forward, allowing you to fix it out of his eyes. He’s terrifying this close to you, absurdly pretty, absurdly yours, a golden ring on his finger and a furling white light turning pink braceleting his wrist. He’s very much the prince he was when you met, but now he is your prince, and that’s a strange thing to come to grips with, worse when you’re so achingly sick. 

“Hey?” he prompts. “You have everything?” 

“The serfs won’t leave me alone,” you complain worriedly. It hasn’t been nice to have them coming in and out all day. “I try to sleep and they wake me up coming inside. Sorry, I’m not– I’m complaining, I’m–” You rub your headache. “I should be grateful–”

“You’re allowed to complain about that!” he says, grinning. “God, I want you to! I’ll tell them to stop coming in, I just thought you’d probably die in your sleep while I was gone.” 

You lean back into your pillows with a wince. “You sure?” 

“Am I sure?” He holds your arm with both of his hands. “I’ve just sent the maids in to harass you for six hours when you’re sick as a dog and you’re asking if you’re allowed to be mad.” He rubs your arm with his thumbs. “I’m sorry. Do you want to sleep now? I won’t let anybody come in.” 

“No, um,” —you clear your throat— “I did– I missed you. I want you to tell me about the meeting.” 

“Yeah?” he asks softly. 

You have the feeling you’re being doted on. “Did Robin go?” 

“Let me just set us up and I’ll tell you. Okay?” 

You nod your agreement. Steve kisses the back of your hand absentmindedly and stands.

He shuts the curtains to hide the sunshine, clears away the jargon of the holoscreen against the wall, and closes the door. The room is big and the mess you’ve made since you fell ill the night of your wedding is expansive, taking ages to clean. By the time he’s done all this, you’re dozing again with the blanket pulled up to your nose. 

“Sweetheart,” he says, climbing into bed beside you. A kiss is placed on the edge of your eyelid. “You can sleep. We’ll talk about things when you’re feeling better.” 

“No, please tell me about today,” you croak. 

“Nothing really happened,” he says, up on one elbow, looking down at you lovingly. “They asked me when we’d begin our tour now we’re married.” His voice grows softer as he leans down, eyes on your lips. “I’ve asked for it to be pushed back. So they’ll wait until we’re ready.” 

“Mm. And news from the west?” 

“None.” He holds your face. “Sorry, you’re distractingly pretty today.” 

“Stop it.” 

“You are,” he says. He sounds playfully smug, or maybe he’s not playing at all. His tone is wry all the same, that slight fry that might make you pop a knee if you weren’t already wed. “I’m sorry you got so sick. I knew the wedding was going to be too much for you. I should’ve looked after you better.” 

“You didn’t make me sick.” 

“But the stress made it worse. I know it did.” 

“You shouldn’t believe everything the head doctor says. She made you eat dandelions for depression.” 

“I know, I was there,” he says, smiling down at you, eyes like dark dimes. “But she also recommended more fencing, and that did make me feel better.” 

You turn your face to the side and curl a tentative arm around him. “Can I have a hug?” you ask, and then, when he’s given you an enthusiastic yes and pulled you onto his chest, “I can nearly forget I’m sick.” 

“I can’t. You sound full of it, sweetheart.” Sweetheart said soft and quiet as a secret. Like he’s sorry and adoring at once. 

“It’s in my face.” 

“We’ll go to the sauna together later and clear you out.” 

Together? In your skivvies? If the sickness doesn’t kill you, the sauna with Steve alone certainly will. “I can’t tell if you’re being mean to me on purpose.” 

“Why would I do that? I like you. An embarrassing amount, I–” He clears his throat. 

You’re not sure what he would have said, but you like him too; you dive in to save him. “You’re like that, Steven, you mess with me.” 

“No, don’t start the Steven stuff again, I like it much more when you call me Steve. Remember when we first met, you’d only call me your prince? And you definitely wouldn’t have let me hold you.” 

“Don’t say it like that,” you plead through a nervous laugh. 

“Am I saying something wrong?”

He’s murmuring, nearly flirting —is it flirting if you’re married?— his arms threaded around you, his hair tickling your cheek as he leans down. “Not wrong…” Your eyes widen as he closes in. 

“Would a kiss make you feel any better?” 

“I’ll make you sick.” 

“Shouldn’t you? I’ve vowed to be with you in anything, haven’t I? In sickness…”

You hold your breath as his fans over your lips. 

“Just one?” he whispers.

“As many as you want,” you whisper back. “Just don’t get mad at me if you’re sick next week, Steve.”

“Never.” 

[tulipatheticee]

Hello hello! Could you write for Eloise x fem reader? They are secretly together and Benedict married reader to make it easier for them to be together and Eloise goes to live with them? You can change it up, it was just the first thing that came to my mind.

Thank youuu

Secret Love Song

eloise bridgerton x fem! reader

benedict bridgerton x fem! reader (platonic)

synopsis; When Eloise Bridgerton and Y/N L/N are caught in a forbidden kiss by Benedict, he offers an unexpected solution: a ruse marriage to protect their love

word count; 1.7k

master list

a/n; it's quite magical how much more i can write from wlw, i heart eloise and benedict so i hope i did this request justice! eloise can be a little hard to write dialogue for sometimes HAHA

as always, kinda proof read, kinda not :p

We keep behind closed doors

Every time I see you I die a little more

Stolen moments that we steal as the curtain falls

It'll never be enough

In the heart of the Bridgerton house, behind a door that was usually shut tight, Eloise and Y/N found a rare moment of privacy. The sun cast golden beams through the window, illuminating their secret, tender kisses.

"Eloise," Y/N whispered against her lips, "we shouldn't be doing this here."

"I know," Eloise replied, breathless. "But I can't help it."

Their tender moment was shattered by the sound of the door creaking open. They sprang apart, hearts pounding, as Benedict stepped into the room. His eyes widened, taking in the scene before him.

"Eloise? Miss Y/N?" Benedict's voice was filled with shock and confusion.

Eloise quickly stepped forward, trying to form a coherent explanation. "Benedict, I... we..."

Benedict raised a hand to silence her, his expression softening. "Eloise, it's alright. I understand more than you think."

Y/N, still reeling from being caught, looked at Benedict with apprehension. "You... you do?"

Benedict nodded, closing the door behind him to ensure their privacy. "Yes. I've had my own experiences that society would frown upon. If you're willing to trust me, I will keep your secret for this family does not need another scandal as big as this one."

Eloise exchanged a hopeful glance with Y/N, before turning to Benedict  "You promise?"

Benedict took a deep breath. "Yes, I promise. But you have to be more careful, not everyone will be as open minded. And perhaps I will remember to knock next time…" 

And with that Benedict took his leave, leaving the two girls feeling rather shaken up.

“I believe I should take my leave now” Y/N chuckled lightly “It was nice seeing you, Miss Bridgerton” Y/N teased

“The formalities? You wound me” Eloise acting like she’d been stabbed in the heart “Farewell, Miss L/N” 

It's obvious you're meant for me

Every piece of you it just fits perfectly

Every second, every thought, I'm in so deep

But I'll never show it on my face

The following days were filled with tension and uncertainty. Benedict had kept his promise not to say a word, but Eloise and Y/N could sense his worry. One evening, Benedict invited Eloise and Y/N to a quiet part of the Bridgerton house.

“I’ve been thinking,” Benedict began, his voice steady but his eyes betraying his concern. “About what I saw. About the two of you.”

Eloise and Y/N exchanged a nervous glance. “And?” Eloise asked, her voice barely a whisper.

“I want to help you,” Benedict said, his gaze sincere. “I’ve had some time to think about it, and I believe there’s a way for you both to be together without arousing suspicion.”

Y/N frowned. “How?”

Benedict took a deep breath. “I propose that Miss Y/N and I enter a courtship. Eventually, we’ll marry. This way, Eloise can live with us, and no one will question why you’re always together.”

Eloise blinked in surprise. “You’d do that for us?”

“Yes,” Benedict replied firmly. “I know what it’s like to hide a part of yourself. If this is the way to ensure your happiness, then I’m willing to do it.”

Tears welled up in Eloise’s eyes. “Thank you, Benedict. This means more to us than you could ever know.”

Benedict smiled warmly. “We’re family. We look out for each other.”

But we know this, we got a love that is hopeless

Why can't you hold me in the street?

Why can't I kiss you on the dancefloor?

I wish that it could be like that

The courtship between Benedict and Y/N progressed smoothly, with the ton none the wiser. Their wedding was a grand affair, filled with laughter and joy. Eloise watched her brother and her love exchange vows with a mixture of relief and gratitude. She knew that Benedict’s selflessness was giving her a chance at happiness she thought she could never have.

Although Y/N wished the person in front of her was her beloved, witty, Elosie, she knew this was for the better. The three all knew when Y/N said her vows, although her eyes were on Benedict, her words were for Eloise. Eloise had also gone out her way to write Benedict’s vows, so in a way, it was as if the two girls married each other.

Why can't we be like that?

Cause I'm yours

When you're with him, do you call his name

Like you do when you're with me?

Does it feel the same?

As the newlyweds settled into their home, Eloise moved in with them, but not till after a honeymoon that felt like years to Eloise, having been prohibited from visiting her friends during this period by her mama. For Y/N and Benedict, they took this time to get to know each other better, gathering that since they are wed, they should still have an unbreakable bond with each other. They had fun with each other and found they enjoyed each other's company a lot, becoming fast friends, they discussed the matter of their marriage, they would attend events together and produce a heir but agreed to discuss children more in depth with Eloise. 

The arrangement allowed them a semblance of normalcy, though their true relationship remained hidden. They had to be careful, always mindful of the watchful eyes of society. Despite the challenges, Eloise and Y/N’s love only grew stronger.

One evening, as they sat together in the drawing room, Eloise leaned in close to Y/N, her voice barely above a whisper. "Do you ever wish things were different? That we could be open about our love?"

Y/N smiled softly, taking Eloise’s hand in hers. "Of course, I do. But what we have is precious, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything. We’ll find our way, Eloise. Together."

Their love was a testament to their resilience and courage, a beacon of hope in a world that demanded conformity. And with Benedict by their side, they knew they could face whatever challenges came their way.

Would you leave if I was ready to settle down

Or would you play it safe and stay?

Girl you know this, we got a love that is hopeless

Their days were filled with quiet moments of stolen affection and whispered promises. Eloise often found herself watching Y/N as she went about her day, marvelling at how lucky she was to have found such a love. Y/N, in turn, cherished every moment they had together, knowing that their situation, while not ideal, was the best they could hope for.

Benedict was a constant source of support and understanding. He played his role as the devoted husband convincingly, always mindful of the delicate balance they maintained. He and Y/N developed a genuine friendship, bonded by their shared love for Eloise and their determination to protect her.

One afternoon, while the three of them were enjoying a walk in the park, Eloise found herself laughing at one of Benedict’s jokes. Y/N squeezed her hand, a silent reminder of their love and the sacrifices made to keep it alive.

"Eloise," Benedict said, his tone serious now. "We’re going to make this work. No matter what."

Eloise nodded, her heart swelling with gratitude. "I know we will. Thank you, Benedict."

He smiled, the warmth in his eyes unmistakable. "Anything for my sister."

Why can't you hold me in the street?

Why can't I kiss you on the dancefloor?

I wish that it could be like that

Why can't we be like that?

Cause I'm yours

One evening, after a particularly lively family dinner, Eloise and Y/N found themselves alone in the cosy confines of their shared sitting room. The fire crackled softly in the hearth, casting a warm glow over the room. Eloise sat on the plush sofa, a mischievous glint in her eye as she watched Y/N move about.

"Come here," Eloise beckoned, patting the spot next to her.

Y/N smiled, her heart fluttering as she joined Eloise on the sofa. "You seem in a particularly good mood tonight."

"I am," Eloise replied, leaning in close. "I was just thinking about how astonishing it is that we’ve managed to fool everyone. We’re practically masterminds."

Y/N laughed softly, her breath hitching as Eloise’s hand cupped her cheek. "Well, we have Benedict to thank for that."

"Don’t remind me," Eloise groaned, her gaze flickering to Y/N's lips. "You know, I don’t think I’ve kissed you nearly enough today. It’s quite a travesty."

Y/N's eyes softened. "We can’t have that, can we?"

"No, we certainly cannot," Eloise murmured before capturing Y/N’s lips in a tender, lingering kiss.

And nobody knows

I'm in love with someone's baby

I don't wanna hide us away

Tell the world about the love we making

The world seemed to melt away as they lost themselves in each other. Eloise’s hands tangled in Y/N’s hair, pulling her closer as the kiss deepened. Y/N responded eagerly, her arms wrapping around Eloise’s waist. The kiss was a dance of passion and love, a silent affirmation of everything they had fought for.

When they finally pulled apart, both were breathless and smiling. Eloise rested her forehead against Y/N’s, her voice teasing. "If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re trying to make me swoon."

"I love you so much, Y/N," Eloise said more seriously, her eyes softening. "Every day, I’m grateful for you."

"I love you too, Eloise," Y/N replied, her fingers gently tracing the contours of Eloise’s face. "More than words can say."

Eloise’s eyes sparkled with joy. "Let’s make a promise, right here and now. No matter what happens, we’ll always find our way back to each other."

"Always," Y/N agreed, sealing the promise with another sweet, lingering kiss.

They stayed like that for a while, wrapped in each other’s arms, basking in the warmth of their love. The challenges they faced seemed distant, insignificant compared to the bond they shared. At that moment, everything was perfect.

As they eventually settled back onto the sofa, Eloise’s head resting on Y/N’s shoulder, she sighed contentedly. "Thank you for loving me."

Y/N pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Thank you for being mine."

With a playful smirk, Eloise added, "And thank you for tolerating my oh so insufferable wit."

Y/N chuckled, tightening her embrace. "Always, Eloise."

And as they drifted into a peaceful slumber, entwined in each other’s arms, they knew that their love story was only just beginning.

Why can't I say that I'm in love?

I wanna shout it from the rooftops

I wish that it could be like that

Why can't we be like that?

Cause I'm yours.

a/n pt2; crying this was pure fluff ngl, when i picked the song there was intention for angst, like y/n was gonna settle with benedict, start a family 'fulfil her duty' and eloise is like 'you cant have children with HIM' and it would be a whole thing BUTTT that was scraped hehe

also sorry if some scenes repeat? i wrote this in my notes app at different times throughout today and kinda smacked it all together tonight

[baddieland09]

“Love me”

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Warnings:Angst,Fluff,Kissing,kinda bullying,has a nice ending,18+,Mentions of smoking and drinking,I used google translate so be warned if anything is wrong also this is my first time writing smut so I am so sorry if this is bad

Summary:You and Theo had been friends for a while and he starts acting different towards you before he starts straight up ignoring you but what happens when you start fake dating his friend (Also I tried not to describe what she was wearing or looks)

Theodore Nott x Fem reader, Kinda Lorenzo Berkshire x fem reader

Word count:2,813

Hiii guys so Im so sorry about the way it’s spaced out I got really into it and again Im sorry but I’m so sorry of it’s bad to it was my first time writing smut so I hope you enjoy it and if there’s anything I need to fix please tell me-😛

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I had woke up that morning in a rush not wanting to be late again to snape’s class if I was late one more time I’d have detention.I rush into class at the last second before heading towards my seat beside my best friend theo.I was half way there when I notice that some girl was sitting in my seat her and Theo talking so I just decide to sit beside Enzo.“Who is that and why is she sitting beside Theo”.“Anora they’ve been talking all last night I tried telling her to move but she didn’t care neither did Theo” Lorenzo said before going back to his work.I thought it was weird but I brushed it off well we weren’t dating but I felt something stirring in my stomach.After class was over I stood up as everyone leaves walking thru the crowd to get to Theo.“Hey why’d you let her sit in my seat-“.“You’re not my only friend Y/n I can sit with whoever I want”.I flinch at his words as Theo walks off Anora running up to him as he wraps his arm around her waist.That hurt I felt..betrayed?.I don’t know what it was I didn’t like him touching her like that not in the slightest. The rest of the day I didn’t talk to anyone expect pansy she’s the one that introduced my to everyone else.Finally classes were over and I go back to mine and Pansy’s dorm seeing her get ready for something.“What are you doing?” I ask sitting down on my bed. “Getting ready for a party it’s gonna be in our common room” I watch her do her makeup.I just laid down trying not to think about today at all it really bothered me and I don’t know why.“Whats wrong” pansy says as she turns around looking at me noticing my mood.“Theo’s been acting weird like today he let some girl sit in his seat then when I asked why he was rude and then ran of with her”.She listens and nodded along.“Was it Anora”she ask.“Yeah it was why”. “Anora likes Theo Y/n”.I sit there and pause in that moment I realized the reason I was so jealous was because I liked Theo and of course Pansy notices.“Hey but it’s okay get ready for the party and we’ll find someone new for you”.I nod as she started searching my closet and dresser for something I can wear that’ll attract attention.She did my makeup and tried to do a hairstyle by the time we were done the party had started.

We walked downstairs and saw slot of people already there the lights a greenish color music blasting people drinking,smoking,or making out.I look for one person and one person only and that person was Theo.Once I spotted him he was with his friends Blaise,Enzo,Draco,and Mattheo.Him and Mattheo were smoking but oh well a lot of people were.I didn’t say anything to him but then I saw Anora and felt angry it wasn’t her fault at all she liked theo but I still couldn’t help but be jealous.I look at Theo and notice he’a already looking at me and I couldn’t help but melt he and the prettiest eyes to me.He looked away before I could do anything so I just walked away as far into the crowd as I could.I had been sitting on the couch half of the party watching as other people go off with each other and how everyone had someone.I didn’t even half of my friends had other friends to talk to even Pansy but it’s okay I had myself.My eyes looked around longing for another glance at him my heart aching to see him on more time.My eyes scanned the crowd of people looking for him and I do I see both him and Anora kissing and my heart drops.Why couldn’t he love me I knew I couldn’t force people to love me but I wanted him to.I watch as he takes her hand leading her upstairs to what Im sure was gonna be his bedroom and I just sit there upset .I tear up a bit I had tried almost everything to get his attention but no I couldn’t he didn’t and nothing would change that .About 20 minutes later they both come downstairs fixing there close and hair and I knew imedantly what happen .I stand up searching for Pansy or at-least someone as I tear up more searching thru the crowd pushing past some people mumbling sorry’a and excuse me’.I couldn’t find Pansy so the next best thing would be to leave so I head towards the door basically running at that point .That’s when I bump into someone I look up and it’s Theo “What-“.I push him out my way I didn’t wanna talk to him. I basically bolt back to my dorm leaving Theo behind and confused but I didn’t care.I just sat on my bed and cry I knew it was kinda dramatic .In that moment I couldn’t care less it genuinely upset me that this happened I wanted it to be me. I hear a knock on my dorm door and just look at the door debating if I want to answer or not.“WHO IS IT” I yell getting up.“It’s Enzo are you okay Theo said you were crying”.I roll my eyes getting up and opening the door.“Him and Anora hooked up”.I invite him in and as we were sitting on my bed I ranted to him for about an hour and he just listens I knew he well had before so I came up with an idea.“We should pretend to date to get back at him”.He stopped rubbing my back I could tell he was thinking about it .“Okay yeah I don’t care”.For the next week he walked me to class and held my stuff and held my hand pretending to sneak into my dorm at night.Pansy was in on it too so if anyone asked she would lie for us .I walk into class sitting beside Enzo pretending to be handsy with each other.I could feel eyes staring into the back of my head and turn around all I see is Theo staring with a look that could kill.I try not to smirk as I turn back to Enzo holding his hand as I started to do my work a party was this night so I was excited.After all the classes Enzo walked me back to my dorm sitting on my bed as I picked out my outfit and do my makeup.We both go downstairs everyone already there I could once again feel eyes on me and I look again to see Theo staring him absolutely ignoring Anora.Half the party Theo stared at me and while I went to talk to a friend I see Theo talking to Enzo he looked kinda pissed .I look and Enzo gives me a look before I see Theo walking closer and starts to walk me upstairs.He pushes me into his dorm room locking the door .“What’s your problem Theo”.He turns to me a look in his eyes that made hear shot straight to my core.“No WHATS your problem you think you can just run around with my friend your stupid then”.He walks closer .“In that revealing dress too Im only so strong Cara Mia”.

I feel him touch my shoulders running his hands down my arm smiling at me for a second.“sei una tale troia” He puts his hands on my face .He kisses me giving me a second to pull away if I didn’t want this but I did badly I was basically dripping .He puts his hands on the back of my head pulling my deeper his tounge shoving into my mouth making me moan.He runs his hands down my back grabbing a handful of ass making me giggle.“You don’t know how many nights I’ve stayed up thinking of you rubbing myself raw”.I smile.“Ohh you poor thing good think you have anora”.I was being petty.He rolls his eyes grabbing a handful of my hair pulling my head towards his.“You got an attitude I don’t want Anora it was never her she just happened to kinda look like you”.He tugs at my scalp making me moan a bit.“Yeah you like that don’t you”.He smiles a bit and backs us up onto his bed.He lays us both down.And starts kissing down my neck. “If you want me to stop during any of this say so okay”.I nod as he starts kissing down my neck sucking multiple hickeys on it making a little T out of them.“There since your so needy now everyone will know you’re mine”.He sits me up for a second I couldn’t believe this was actually happening after so many nights thinking about it, It was actually happening.He puts his fingers under the strap of my dress looking at my face for consent which in return I nod yes.As soon as I did he pulled the straps down looking at the dark green lacy bra I had on.“Is this all for me did you think tonight would be the night”.He says in a mocking voice toying with the straps of my bra .“Theo please-“.He smiles at me before undoing the hook with one hand pulling it off and throwing it on the floor.“Lay back”.Which I happily do feeling his bedsheets underneath me.He pulls my dress of leaving me in just my underwear which have a wet spot already forming.“Shes just aching for me isn’t she”.He says leaning down kissing the area before coming back up.“These are too”.He kisses down my chest leaving more hickeys kissing my harden pebbles before squeezing them.“These are fucking perfect”.He says kissing me again making me grabing the back of my head pulling his down towards me trying to feel him deeper in any way I could.“You’re so needy”.He says and all I could do was agree I was blinded by lust.“Theo I need you so bad”.I say clawing at his shirt before pulling it off running my hand down his chest scratching it slightly which causes him to sigh.“Oh I know but I gotta get you ready for me okay baby can I take these off”.He says putting his fingers under on each side of my underwear .I nod quickly I needed this badly.He quickly pulls them off stuffing them in his back pocket.He kisses down my chest to my stomach down closer and closer to my cunt.“SHES dripping isn’t she”.He blows on it causing a chill to run down my spine.“Can I”.I nod as he touches me spreading my folds running a finger up and down circling my entrance .“Ple-“.I couldn’t even finish a sentence before he slipped a finger inside his eyes fluttering close at the warmth that he felt.I just gasp as he does it felt good after basically being touched starved for a while.“You’re so wet for me Cara Mia how long have you wanted this..been like this”.He says as he pumps his finger in and out of me curling it into that spot that makes me see stars.“For a long time”.I say put of breath this was all to good and hes barley done anything.“I can tell”.He laughs at his own joke before he slips another finger inside pumping it in and out curling it into that spot the process .He just watches too as my slick coats his finger I was close I didn’t want to admit it but I was .“Don’t hold back I know Im making you feel good”.He could feel me clench around his fingers as I got closer and closer to cumming so he started rubbing circles on my clit.As soon as he did that I came leaving a wet spot on his sheets.“Oh look at you you’re doing such a good job”.He pats my cheek making sure Im still there.“You still here”.I nod.“Y-yeah Im still here”.He pauses .“You wanna continue”.I nod.

He nods before leaning down and kissing my clit making me shiver before he basically just dived right in sucking on my clit.I was pulling his hair it was to much but one thing I knew for sure is I didn’t want him to stop.He looked so pretty actually well his hair did it was messy and the prettiest brown and right now it was between my thighs so even better.“O-oh my god Theo”.I could hear him muttering in Italian.“You taste so good”.He licks down to my hole slowly teasing it before shoving his tounge inside causing me to clench around it as he moans.“You taste so fucking sweet like sugar”.He was lapping at me like I was his last meal and once again I was close .“T-Theo-“.“Shhh i know Cara Mia I know just let go”.I nod and he keeps going I finally tip over the edge he imedantly starts eating it.“You’re my new favorite you taste so good like nothing I’ve ever tasted before”.He pulls away as he rest his head on my stomach trying to catch his breath.“You okay”.I nod as I feel him rubbing my hips kissing multiple spots on my stomach nipping at it a bit.“T-Theo”.“Don’t worry Cara Mia we aren’t done yet”.He whispers into my skin before moving up to my lips kissing them.“Do you taste yourself on me aren’t you fucking delicious”.He says biting my lip not hard enough to draw blood but enough to hurt a bit.I watch him start to pull his pants off unbuttoning his pants as I see his bundle thru his underwear seeing a wet spot.“Shit baby look at what you made me do”.He looks at the wet spot taking my hand and running my hand over it.“You feel that you caused that”.“T-Theo”.He smirks a bit.“It’s all you’re too”.He says before he takes his underwear off throwing them somewhere.He was now bare infront of me his erection hitting his belly button.

He scoots closer to me spreading my legs putting them over his shoulder.“You ready Cara Mia”.I nod looking down feeling him slide in inch by inch letting me feel everything.I moan my eyes roll back at the feeling it hurt but it hurt so good.He paused giving me time to adjust to him before he started moving his hips.I was moaning a lot louder that I should’ve Theo noticed too because he put two of his fingers in my mouth pushing down on my tounge.“Shhhhh be quiet you wouldn’t want anyone to hear you”.He smirks as my reaction as I lazily suck on his fingers as he thrust in and out of me small noise leaving his mouth.“This is just what you needed huh a good fucking”.I nod I was drunk on him everything felt good he made me feel good as he starts thrusting faster.The bed creaking and hitting the wall both of us moaning it was to loud downstairs to hear anyways.“Theo I love you”.He smiles at me tapping my cheek.“I love you too”.I smile as he leans down to kiss me his thrust getting harder.“O-oh my god”.He was hitting places no one could find or even reach if they knew where it was.He reaches down toying with my clit adding the perfect amount of pleasure to everything. “T-Theo-d-don’t stop-“.He nodded his flash and chest flush sweating slightly. “I-Im not gonna”.He was starting to lose his pace which meant he was close I could feel him getting close to.I was a mess too I was close which didn’t help either of us but honestly neither of us cared in that moment.He buried his face in my neck as he kept going keeping the same pace.“T-Theo oh-“.He just nodded and kept going .“P-pull ou-“.I nod no.“Im safe-“.He nods and keeps going before he finally releases it was a weird sensation .He kept going so I came to .We both just laid there for a second trynna calm ourselves.He pulls out before collapsing beside me lighting a cigarette offering it to me which I decline.He grabs a shirt of the floor wiping me off then wipes himself off before grabbing my clothes handing them to me.I got dressed before standing up and going to leave.“Where are you going”.I turn to see him getting dressed. “I was gonna leave isn’t that what you want?”.He looks at me confused.“Why would I want that”.He rolls his eyes walking closer.“Every girl you’ve been with at a party they leave”.He wipes my smeared makeup off with his thumb.“You’re not every girl to me y/n your special it’s you I want it’s always been you actually you’re just to dumb to see”.He leads me back to his bed laying me back down before laying beside me. “I wasn’t actually dating Enzo”.He smiles and laughs a bit.“Yeah I know”.I look at him confused. “How?”.He begins to rub my hips.“Im not dumb Cara Mia”.I just nod.“You’re mine now okay”.He kisses my cheek to my lips.“I know”.He smiles as we fall asleep in each others arms.

[oldfashioned-lovergirl]

Family Gathering with Fernando Alonso

❃ FLUFFCEMBER 2024 ❃

day 05: family gathering — fernando alonso x reader

note: anticipated this one because yes i adored the concept (i absolutely do not fantasize about introducing nando as my bf to my family like who would ever do that !!)

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You and Fernando walked hand in hand to your old house’s door. The time eventually came: Christmas, the day you’ll be finally introducing your fiancée to your family.

You couldn’t help spending weeks being worried about it. Fernando was the best man you’ve ever met, but your age difference was very clear, and you feared your parents’ judgment. You procrastinated as long as you could, but they insisted to invite the two of you to celebrate together and you knew you couldn’t say no anymore.

Fernando sensed your worries by the squeeze of your hand in his. “Querida, don’t be anxious. I’m sure we’ll spend a wonderful day.” His hazel eyes, full of endearment, found yours.

His words reassured you just enough to make you woman up and rang the doorbell.

Your sister opened the door. She greeted you and let you in, but you didn’t miss her pupils widening imperceptibly when they lay on your new boyfriend. When he walked past her to get in, she turned to you and winked. “Well done sis.” She mouthed in your direction, careful not to be seen by Fernando.

You smirked, amused by her reaction.

In the living room, your parents were chatting while your brother was playing a videogame. They all turned around when you walked in. “Hello.”

“Here’s the new couple!” Your mom exclaimed, and wrapped you in a hug. “We missed you, Y/N.” The same did your dad.

Your mom gaze shifted on Fernando. He extended his hand. “I’m Fernando, a pleasure to meet you.”

Her expression was illegible. She shook his hand. “Hello Fernando, nice to meet you too. It’s so good to know our daughter finally found someone who can put up with her attitude.”

You blushed a little, shaking your head in embarrassment.

“Yeah, enough to keep up with mine.” He smiled in your direction. Could you ever have wished for a better boyfriend?

Your dad’s face betrayed his thoughts, but he too shook firmly his hand without a second thought. “Welcome in the family.” You couldn’t blame him, seeing his daughter with an older man must be a lot.

“Wait– that’s Fernando Alonso!” The voice of your brother interrupted the introductions. He jumped over the couch and reached you. “Oh my god, you’re in a relationship with a Formula 1 World Champion!” Your parents looked confused, then seemed to realize that just now. “How much do you make a year?”

“Y/B/N!” Scolded him your mom, casting him a bad look. “That’s not a question to ask!”

Fernando laughed. “Don’t worry.” He looked at the tv and noticed his videogame. “Are you playing Gran Turismo?”

“Yeah, but I’m stuck at this level.”

“Want a help?”

Your brother’s smile now was larger than ever. “Please!”

And that’s how your boyfriend, your dad and your brother all ran to the couch.

Your mon chuckled at the sight. “Alright then, we’re going to help grandma in the kitchen, if you boys don’t mind.”

Lunch was almost ready, you and your mom were finishing preparing the appetisers. “So… do you love him?”

The question took you aback. “I…” You thought about Fernando’s laugh, about the his gentleness, about the way he made you feel. Your lips curved in a dreamy smile. “Yes, I do.”

“And does he love you?”

Does he love me?

In your mind flashed suddenly all the times he had to run away for work during the week, and about the red rose he left in your house every time, to make you feel his presence, even in his absence. Every single time. And as soon as he was back, he was at your door, with a bouquet of roses, ready to take you out on a date. “He does.”

Your mother seemed satisfied with the answer. “Perfect. That’s all that matters.” She caressed your hair and placed a kiss on your head. “He looks like a nice guy.” She took the plate with the appetisers and headed to the dining room, before turning to you one last time. “And very handsome indeed.”

You rolled your eyes, grinning. “Mom!”

Lunch went wonderfully, to your surprise. You had fun, telling stories and making jokes (which some were about you, of course). Your grandma kept saying how charming Fernando was and how lucky he was to meet a girl like you, making you awkwardly flush from time to time. Even your dad was getting along well with him.

When you and Fernando left, driving back home, he couldn’t stop talking about how cool your family was.

“I’m so happy everything went well.” You said, landing a hand on his thigh and affectionately smiling at him.

“Told you, querida. How could they not like me?”

You chuckled. “Right.” You paused, thoughtful. “This is probably the best Christmas I’ve ever had.” Because of you, you implied. “Thank you, Nando.”

You reached a red light. He turned towards you. “No, thank to you.” He closed the distance between the two of you and kissed you deeply. Your hand on his thigh stroked it slowly.

He broke the kiss when the traffic light turned green. “You know, I loved your parents’ house, but right now I really want to go back to ours.”

[aernx]

꒰ 💭 ꒱ OH, NIKI YOU’RE SO FINE! ˖ ⌨︎ ⁩◞❪니키❫

— 20 ! your biggest supporter 💬

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📍 archery field, after school

With an aspirated sigh, you dropped your bow to the chair gently, replacing your once occupied grasp with a bottle of water instead.

“Nice shot Sunoo!” You cheered for your friend from a distance, lifting both your thumbs as he hit the bullseye right in the middle.

“Guys come over here! We’ll have a bit of evaluation before dismissal.” Your coach instructed.

It was an understatement to say that your arms hurt. Because gosh it felt like your arms were going to betray you and dropped to the ground or something.

You looked at your backpack with a heavy sigh, taking in the weight down to your shoulders before leaving the archery field through the gates.

But just as you were walking towards the gates, you noticed a familiar figure. With body perched slightly against gate and his head down, you almost fail to identify the mysterious person.

“Riki? What are you doing?” Upon hearing his name, Riki snapped his head upwards in a quick motion as if he was shocked. His eyes widening a bit before returning back to its default size after he looked down to see your familiar features.

“Oh Yn, hey.” He put his phone down, alerting all his attention unto you. You sensed the way ge looked at you with a certain gaze, one that you cannot specify. Why was he looking at you like that? Why did he look at you with such…interest? And why was it making your heart beat harder?

But amidst all that You looked at him with a suspicious glance, ignoring the little caterpillars wiggling inside your stomach. You both ended up in a little staring contest before you feel a smile creeping into your lips. “Did you personally came here to…watch me?”

Riki’s cheeks turned into hues of red, looking down in embarrassment as he was caught red handed. “Yeah, basket practice ended early and when I was walking back, I noticed you guys were still here so…” He stopped for awhile before continuing with a silent whisper. “You were amazing.”

“Huh? Sorry?”

“I watched you practice and you were amazing, Yn. Your posture was perfect, your movements were smooth, and the arrows were shot so beautifully.”

You were taken aback by his compliment. (And also by the fact that he went down to watch you and waited for you when he could’ve just gotten home.)

The caterpillars that once were squirming in your stomach has now grown to adult butterflies, fluttering it’s wings harshly as it swarms all over the edges of your stomach.

Sure you’ve gotten lots of compliments before and sure you appreciated them. But somehow, hearing them from Riki felt…different? There was like a different sensation through it, a certain euphoria that cascaded through his words to your heart.

It’s been almost three months since the typo incident and two months since the arcade ‘date’. You didn’t know why but everything felt so right with how close you’ve gotten. “I-uh Riki, you really shouldn’t have waited for me. You should’ve take that extra time to rest-“

“No Yn!-uhm, I wanted to wait for you. And you know, I think archery is a very interesting sport as I hear so much about it from Sunoo, but the fact that you mastered it and made it look so easy is so fascinating. Just know you’ll definitely do great in the competition.” His eyes burned into yours with flaming passion as he genuinely believed that you will do great.

“Also I was wondering…maybe you can teach me sometimes?” His hand rubbed the back of his neck slowly. A nervous smile graced his lips as he maintained an unwavering eye contact with you.

“Thank you so much, your words mean so much to me. I’m far from perfect, but of course, I’ll teach you, Ki.” Feeling that you can’t contain your smile any longer, you grinned up to him with a wide smile. Taking notice of how his visage bloomed once more due to the nickname you gave him.

“Oh! I almost forgot. Let me drive you home, yeah? I just got my driver’s license!” Riki fished his car keys from his pocket, dangling them in the air quickly before displaying his hand for you to take. Your eyes shifted to his awaiting palm for a few seconds before chuckling lightly and placing your hand in his as he led you to his car.

“You know…I don’t just teach anyone archery…” You trailed off, hands still intwined as you both made your way to the parking lot.

“But I’m not exactly anyone, am I?” Riki thoughtfully hummed. I like you, Yn.

“Really? Then what are you?” You squinted your eyes at the boy.

Your future boyfriend. “Your biggest supporter.” He replied, a soft smile embracing his features. I like you, my lady, haven’t you noticed?

Unbeknownst to the two, Sunoo has been watching from afar, smiling eye to eye as he took a quick picture of both of you to send to the group chat.

OH, NIKI YOU’RE SO FINE! — CHP TWENTY

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[snapghoul]

Okay snap as we can I did not get my phone taken lol *looks at notes* so how did the boys confess there feelings for there crush

We’ll do Jake first.

Maybe I just wanna be Yours

For once it was Jake who was snug in his perch and Bradley took the leap.

Warnings: mention of homophobia

Song: I wanna be yours - arctic monkeys

Tyler was animatedly jumping around with Kate in the near wheat field just outside the diner, they were excited about the cloud formation in the distance, leaving Jake and Bradley to themselves in a quiet corner booth.

Jake fidgeted with his coffee cup, his gaze fixed on the window where the sky seemed to boil with energy. Bradley sat across from him, calm and composed, though his eyes betrayed a hint of curiosity.

“Bradley,” Jake began, finally alone with his wingman after two days of unrelenting tension. The endless game with Tyler had left him on edge, watching as Bradley seemed more focused on Tyler than on him. Jake could hardly stand it any longer. He wanted to be the center of Bradley’s attention, not a background character in Tyler’s show.

Bradley leaned forward slightly, his expression softening. “Yeah? What’s up?”

Jake’s breath hitched, and he hesitated. “So… how are you liking Oklahoma?”

He winced inwardly, frustrated with himself for not directly addressing what was really bothering him. He wanted to ask if Bradley was into Tyler.

Bradley’s gaze met his with a knowing look. “Oklahoma’s nice, but it doesn’t quite measure up to Cali.” He smiled gently, sensing Jake’s hesitation. “But I can tell that’s not really what you’re trying to get at, is it?”

Jake cursed silently. Bradley always had a knack for seeing through him.

Bradley’s eyes remained encouraging, urging him to speak. “Just say it, Jake.”

Taking a deep breath, Jake found a surge of courage. “Tyler. All you’ve been talking about lately is Tyler… you—”

“No.” Bradley cut him off, a smirk playing on his lips. He’d been expecting this moment, and Jake had actually lasted two days longer than he’d bet on. “I owe Kate twenty bucks, by the way.”

Jake’s eyes widened in surprise, his mouth opening as if to protest. “But—”

Bradley shook his head, still smiling. “Nah, Tyler’s a great guy, but he’s not my type. Too nice for me, honestly. I like a little more edge.”

Jake felt a rush of protectiveness for his brother, though he could tell Bradley wasn’t being rude—just honest. He was about to defend Tyler when Bradley continued.

“Yeah, but his brother? Now that’s different. I like that sass of his, the kind that gets under my skin but also makes him interesting. Can’t have him without that ego.”

Jake was stunned into silence, his heart racing. He’d come here to lay his feelings on the line, and now he was caught off guard by Bradley’s unexpected admission. He was frozen, unsure of how to respond.

“You two weren’t very subtle with your game, so Kate and I decided to have some fun with it,” Bradley said with a smirk. “Trust me, I’ve felt the same way for a while… since, you know, our first breakup.” His smile was wistful, revealing the lingering affection he’d harbored.

Jake was left speechless, his mind reeling.

Bradley chuckled. “I’d kiss you right now, but given where we are, I’m not sure it’s the safest move. Some folks around here might not be too accepting, especially since we’re Tyler’s guests.”

Jake’s heart raced, caught between relief and exhilaration.

“But when we get back to Ms. Carter’s,” Bradley continued, “or when we head out for Texas, I’ll definitely make sure to make up for it.” He flashed a playful grin that made Jake feel as though he was spinning, caught in a whirlwind of emotions.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Assistant 9

Warnings: this fic includes noncon/rape, cheating, creep behaviour.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: As an assistant at the Daily Planet, you’re rarely noticed. Until you are.

Characters: Clark Kent

Note: I know it's been a while so thank you for waiting.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.<3

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Clark insists on driving you home and you can do nothing to stop him. You are just as powerless as ever. 

You notice how he swipes away several notifications on his phone and shoves his phone between the cupholders in frustration. He grips the wheel tight as he huffs at the road. You say nothing, shifting as your bruised thighs stick together.

He hums at the subtle movement. He drags a hand away from the steering wheel and reaches between the seats. He touches your leg and kneads your flesh. He seems to calm himself with the gesture.

“Long day,” he sighs. 

You agree with a murmur. You hadn’t seen much of him after lunch but his presence loomed. When he emerged from his last meeting, he did so with a harsh angle in his chiseled jaw. A certain harbinger of the night ahead.

“But we’ll make up for it,” he continues, caressing just beneath the hem of your dress. You feel him peek over at you, “fuck, that looks so sweet on you.”

“Thank you,” you sit rigidly as you let him touch you. Your walls clench painfully as you remember the feel of him; his blunt, impatient intrusion.

“I’m sorry, I just can’t help myself. You’re just so… you make me feel like I never have before,” he purrs as you feel his nails edging through your tights, “I need you so bad.”

You stare at his hand. So big and thick. Powerful. The lingering sensation of his grip welts in your wrists. You brace yourself and shudder as he slips his hand away and returns to the wheel. 

He stops sharply and flips on the blinker. You peer around in confusion. You’re nowhere near your place. He turns into an ally, a motion that jostles you against the door. He shifts into park and shuts off the engine, clicking the button so his seatbelt releases violently.

“Get on me,” he demands as he frantically fights to unbuckle his leather belt.

“What–”

“It’s fine, I just… I need to feel you,” he blusters as he rips his pants open, “it hurts so bad, baby. You don’t want me to hurt, do you?”

You bite down and your lip trembles. There is no denying him, no when he’s like this. If you do it now, he might leave you alone sooner. Your hope is a fraying strand but this isn’t a choice. It never has been with him.

You undo your seatbelt and hold back a sonorous groan. You won’t betray yourself. You’d rather his nagging affection than his anger. You’ve seen what he can be like and that’s the decision you get to make. To have him nice or mean.

You climb across the space between seats and turn to straddle him as he strokes himself. You hold your breath as he frames your hip and guides you down onto his length. You let the air out slowly from your chest as you take him, curling your fingers around his shoulders as you stretch to your limit.

“Ah, god, so good,” he moans as he tilts you slowly. Your lower back presses against the wheel as you let him. “Mmm, you’re all I have, honey, you know that?”

You let out a drone as he grabs your chin and smothers you with his lips. You kiss him and squeeze your eyes shut. How can he say that? He has a career, a home, a wife; more than you and he claims to have nothing. He has everything and will take more and more.

He rocks you against him, nibbling your lip as he builds the rhythm steadily. Your eyes sting but you refuse to let the agony spill over. You’re raw and worn, quaking as he keeps you moving. 

The car shakes with your bodies. You part from his mouth and quiver. You open your eyes to look past him, rolling your pelvis into him as you urge him to finish. Just get it over with. You see pedestrians pass on the next street and you’re reminded of your degradation, used like a back alley prostitute.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he puffs into your neck, “almost…”

He grunts and holds you down, rutting from below until he spasms. He cums deep into you, wrapping his arm tight around you and keeping you firmly in his lap. His other hand crawls up to pet your head as you let it hang forward in defeat. You hurt so bad, you don’t know how much more you can take.

“I needed that,” he snakes his hand around and nudges your head up. You sit back and suppress a groan as it adds to the pressure in your cunt, “but… honey, we need to talk.”

Your shallows breaths peter out as you touch your balmy chest, just along the cut of your dress. He watches the gesture and takes your hand, pulling it to kiss your knuckles.

“Now?” You wonder.

“What did Lois say to you?” He tickles along the front of your dress.

You search his face. His blue eyes narrow as the delight of your romp fades. You gulp.

“She said… Clark,” you know you have to play this right, “you know how she is.”

“Mmm, tell me what she said,” he lays his hands on your thighs, arching a brow dangerously.

You press your hands to his broad chest and rub it soothingly. As much to calm yourself, “she knows about… what we did at lunch. She told me… she warned me not to embarrass her.”

“I told her to leave you alone,” he sneers.

“What?”

“Of course I did,” he says as if it should be obvious, “I have to protect you. She’s the one… it’s complicated, baby, but she’s too busy to be a wife. She told me to go somewhere else and now that I have she cares,” he shakes his head, “but she still won’t touch me. And I don’t want to touch her. Not anymore.”

“Oh,” you bat your lashes and watch him, “I’m sorry–”

“Don’t you be sorry, I should be–” he stops himself and his expression hardens again, “did she threaten you?”

You think. You have no power to defend yourself against either of them, but if Lois won’t understand, then maybe he can make her. The best way to handle Clark is to go along with his narrative. He is a journalist at heart, he wants to write the final draft.

“Yes,” your voice quavers, anxiety that could be heard as fear.

He gives a small nod and his jaw grits, “ah.”

You blanch at his cryptic response. You stare nervously. Does he know you’re lying? Are you? Lois did put your career on the table. She could ruin you.

“I have to tell you something,” he says suddenly, running his hands up your stomach.

“Okay,” you feel him twitch inside you.

“I have to go away. For work.”

“Go away?” You try not to sound hopeful.

“That’s what the meeting was about. They want me in the field,” he looks down in shame, “with Lois.”

You’re speechless. It will be a much needed break but you can’t betray your true feelings. You put your hands on his and squeeze.

“I won’t touch her. I promise. She already told me we’ll be staying in separate rooms,” he turns your hands and plays with your fingers, “I’ll call you. Every night. It won’t be long. Just a week or so,” he twines his thick fingers with yours, “will you miss me?”

You nod as your tongue sticks in your mouth. You can’t speak for fear of the truth escaping. He untangles one of his hands and grasps your hip, rocking you towards him, filling you to your brim.

“I’ll miss you too,” he leans back as his neck tenses, “I’ll miss this.”

🖊️

Clark lays snoring in your bed. His suitcase is at the foot of the frame in wait of his imminent departure. The days have blended together in anticipation. You creep around on your toes, your phone in hand as you retreat to the bathroom.

You gently close the door as your stomach knots. He’s ruined everything and your hopes at publication will undoubtedly be the next victim of his delusions. You bring up Richard’s chat and review several unanswered messages. After several tries, you manage a response.

‘Sorry. I know it’s no excuse but work has got ahead of me. Next chapter isn’t ready. Don’t know when it will be. I hate to disappoint but I don’t think it’s a good time for me.’

You put the phone down and go to the small counter. You wet a cloth with cold water and wipe yourself down carefully. As you spread your legs, you whimper. You’re still swollen. It never quite goes away. Always tender, always throbbing.

You hang the cloth to dry and pull on your robe. You take your phone, surprised to find a reply. Your nerves ping off each other as you hesitate to read it. You must. You have to accept this. It’s over.

‘No problem. I know the feeling. I understand. Publishing isn’t an overnight thing. We can hit pause. I’d still like to see you again. Hope I didn’t chase you off altogether.’

Oh, right. You thought he’d take the hint when you didn’t mention it. He’s great and the thought of your dinner, of kissing him, it still makes you flutter. But you know it can’t be.

‘I had a really good time but I’m just not in that headspace right now. I don’t think I can handle a relationship.’

You reread the text several times before making yourself send it. Your tears overflow against your will. That’s it. You’re letting Clark win. No book, no fun, only him.

You can’t bear to wait for Richard’s answer. You black out the screen and go back to the bedroom. You hide your phone in your sock drawer and slip back into bed. Clark rolls over and stretches his arm across you.

“Everything okay?” He asks.

“Fine,” you answer meekly and place your hand on his forearm, “you should sleep. You got an early morning.”

He nestles closer and nuzzles your hair, “you’re so good to me,” he purrs, “what will I do without you?”

🖊️

Despite Clark’s absence, you’re restless. Once he’s gone, you call in for the day, hoping to recover from the tumultuous week. It doesn’t help. It just has you restless. It’s not over, you don’t know if it ever will be. You only cling to Lois’ words; that you’re not the first, that he could move on, even if you’d never wish this on anyone else.

The weekend arrives but with little to look forward to. You try to distract yourself with routine; grocery shopping, cleaning, all your usual chores. All between diligently answering Clark’s texts. Even far away, he holds control over your life.

The evening comes and you fill the tub with steaming water. You lower yourself into the porcelain and sigh. It soothes the needling aches in muscle and bone alike. You quiver as you’re overcome by the agony you’d refused to acknowledge. Not just your body but your soul.

You close your eyes and ease into the heat. You can’t help but think of what Clark wrote. About you. How did he know? You open your eyes and peek at the window. You still don’t know how he watched you for so long. Why you?

Your phone rattles on the short wooden stool next to the tub. You sit up, splashing as you scramble to answer it. It’s him, but you’re met with an unexpected scene.

There’s a blur at the bottom of the screen, as if there’s something right against the edge of the lens. There’s rustling, fabric maybe, it dulls the audio that comes through the screen. Voices that you strain to make out.

“You are a fucking psychopath,” Lois snarls as you see her red locks and her porcelain face. She wears a blue blouse with high-waisted beige tartan trousers, “why did you come if you’re just going to shun me?”

“I shunned you? Lois, I begged you to be my wife,” Clark barks back, “I was on my knees for you.”

“You– you never respected me. You were only ever jealous that I got the promotion over you. You didn’t touch me for months.”

“Don’t you fucking say it was me. It wasn’t me–”

“Then you started fucking the interns. How’s that going, anyway? How is that empty-head bimbo?”

You stare, taken aback. You shouldn’t be seeing this. You should hang up. But you can’t.

“Don’t insult her.”

“Oh, come on. You’ll be onto the next in another month, we both know it.”

“Don’t,” he warns again, “she’s special.”

“Fucking special?! I’m your wife. I should fire her, send her where she belongs. She’s just another girl with no personality who thinks she’s going to write the next great American novel. She doesn’t have the depth to–”

“Shut up!” Clark gets closer and you see the defiance in Lois’ posture, “don’t talk about her.”

“She’s just a piece of meat for you to fuck until you get tired. We both know how it goes. Stop acting like you’re such a hero. Clark isn’t the hero–”

She gurgles as suddenly the lens is closer. The phone shakes frantically and you can make out Clark’s thick hands around her throat before it drops to the floor. You cry out as you hear her struggling and see their feet on the floor; her heels tap helplessly as she dangles above the wood and his leather shoes are flat and unmoving.

“You’re not going to ruin this,” Clark growls, “I won’t let you.”

You hear sputtering and spitting, a weak wheeze, “C-C-Clark.” Lois’ voice fizzles out and there’s a sickening snap before she drops to the floor in a limp heap. Your thumb hits the red button and the call goes black. You fling away your phone and sob.

What has he done?

[sulfurz]

ೃ༄ MEANT TO BE YOURS (sheamus x fem!reader)

ೃ༄ PAIRING: sheamus x fem!reader

ೃ༄ REQUESTED BY: @lambofjudgement

now that I've finished screaming about how much I love your writing I have a request (to fill out your masterlist a little bit) for sheamus jealousy fluff? where the f!reader's been teaming with the brawling brutes for a while and when they're feuding with Imperium the Imperium tries to convince her she's too good for them? Maybe before they're together, where he's trying to convince her to stay by being extra nice and thoughtful or overprotectiveness of "his girl" that he lets slip accidentally? whichever route you take will be awesome I'm sure of it! <3

ೃ༄ WARNINGS: um idk like?!?! possessiveness ig??? sheamus is just hot n y/n fancies him

ೃ༄ WORD COUNT: 2.6k😳

ೃ༄ NOTE: UMMMM can u tell i got carried away……. i love sheamus sm i met him once and he is genuinely the sweetest guy in the world so a stephen request ????? i am in heaven pls enjoy

in theory, the moment you saw the camera you should have known something was coming.

it was one of those peaceful saturday nights on raw, a rare evening where you didn’t have a match to be a part of in any shape or form. you were simply enjoying the energy backstage as you could hear the crowd thrumming beyond the walls, watching matches that didn’t involve you on the monitor. management had requested you come along for some segments, so you were somewhat on guard, but the most you expected was an interview with renee.

you did not expect for the imperium to trudge towards you, trailed by a camera man as they came over with their proposition.

“are you ready to be on the losing side again?” gunther asked, trailed by his lackeys sad they stopped before you, circling like hyenas on the prowl.

you could only cross your arms in defence. “what makes you so sure we’ll lose?”

ludwig laughed from his leader’s left side, an air of certainess to his posture. “oh come on, y/n. you know as much as we do. you’re too good for those brutes, pardon the pun.”

the brutes in question being the stable you had taken on under your management. the brawling brutes were a separate endeavour to your solo career, but it was no secret the group had thrived under your care. if you had been coerced into joining in the first place by a particularly charming irish man, no one would have to know, either. it just so happened your management were looking for another way to push you, and acting as manager for such a powerful stable seemed like a dream when that opportunity fell in your lap.

but of course, once you proved to yourself and the rest of the wwe universe that you knew how to handle yourself both inside and outside of the ring, it wasn’t long before others tried to hunt you down. the brawling brutes were gaining power quicker than a steamroller, and of course people would give anything to stop them in their tracks.

“and what’s in it for me? if i betray them?” you crossed your arms in front of your chest, playing up to the camera, but asking more for your own gain than anything.

“unprecedented power, y/n. sweet, sweet power.” gunther added, motioning for the rest of his stable to follow as he began to walk away. “think about it, you’ll make the right decision.”

—

you gave a knock to the men’s dressing room door, a telltale shout of ‘decent’ giving away exactly who was in there — his accent certainly stood out amongst most.

pushing open the door, you were met by one single figure hanging back, but the man you needed to see. sheamus was standing there as decent as decent could be for a wwe superstar. it made you blush slightly, but you couldn’t quite understand why. you were used to going arm in arm with the man weekly when he was in nothing more than tight underwear and body oil — yet seeing him standing, clad in nothing but sweats, felt more intimate than before.

“heya, sweetheart.” he mused, charming as ever even when his in ring persona was lessened by the absence of cameras. “missed me that much?”

you rolled your eyes fondly, giving a light shove to his shoulder as you passed to take your place on a bench nearby. “don’t flatter yourself.”

sheamus grinned, a secondary emotion that you couldn’t place flashing past his eyes momentarily. he would never relent, and whilst you always had a rebuttal on the tip of your tongue, you wouldn’t deny how you were consistently forced to turn away, mainly so the man couldn’t see the reddening of your cheeks.

as the leader of the brawling brutes, it was sheamus who you came into contact with the most, and the two of you had built an interesting dynamic over the past few months. he had never hidden his affections for you in the ring, always jumping at an opportunity to be by your side, but you had foolishly put this down to his character, and never thought much of it. he was a naturally charming man, wildly different from everyone else in the roster, and it would have been easy to fall for someone like that. so, aware he was simply just being a character, you shut yourself down to every attempt to place that charm on you, not allowing the possibility for heartbreak.

“i had an interesting conversation today.” you commented quietly, crossing one leg over the other as you watched sheamus ruffle his wet hair from the shower with a towel (bright pink, and strangely familiar? was that a little decal of a flower? where did he get your towel from????). “let’s just say the last thing i was expecting today was to be accosted by imperium.”

sheamus stopped his drying motions immediately, hands coming back down to his side. “imperium? what the hell are they doing? trying to intimidate you?”

you hummed, considering how to approach this. “quite the opposite. in fact, they’ve got it into their minds that i’d be better off by their side, instead of yours.”

then, sheamus barked out a laugh and returned to his prior movements, seemingly unconcerned by the initial offer from your opponents. “well, can’t fault them for trying. as if they’re worthy of you.”

you stayed silent, watching as your friend and in ring partner raided his gym bag in search of a shirt.

“i mean. they’re not wrong when they suggest my style fits theirs slightly better. when i’m on my own i think anyone would have put me with them over you guys.”

silence met you, and when you glanced at sheamus, he wasn’t even looking in your direction. too focused on untangling his shirt straps. for a moment you thought, if that was how much he cared, then you might just take imperium up on their offer—

“you really think that?” sheamus asked darkly, not sparing a glance to his side.

shrugging, you added “i mean, we don’t know for certain but, what have you exactly got to offer me in terms of furthering my career?”

sheamus barked a laugh, but it was void of any humour. “i could list a million reasons why you suit us, sweetheart. how many do you want?”

you raised an eyebrow, his tone rattling straight through you. he was intimidating when he wanted to be, and it was clear that on stage persona was blurring with the man behind the camera for just a second.

“stephen.” you offered as warning, rarely choosing to use superstars’ real names unless the moment required it.

he spun quickly, taking one look at you before any of that hardness slipped away from his features and he was back to looking at you with a level of respect and awe.

“you’ve seen what we can do with you by our sides, y/n. you’re a warrior in and out of the ring. imperium don’t want to further your career, they want to use you for their own benefit.” he took a moment to pull the shirt over his head, before making his way to sit beside you. there was a couple of feet between your positions, but somehow the distance felt even greater.

you hummed, contemplating for just a second. “and? isn’t that what you’re doing? using me for your own benefit?”

when sheamus spoke again, there wasn’t the harshness in his tone like there was before, replaced by the sound of honey dripping off of every word. “we’ve never used you. sure, there’s no denying we’re better with you by our side, but you did all that. imperium want to use you as a pretty show piece, but to us you’re our lifeline.”

you smiled everso slightly, more having to fight the upturn of your lips than anything. “sure you don’t just like a hot woman on your arm every night?”

your stable mate grinned, playfulness returning to the air as he buttered you up. “sure, that’s a bonus, sweetheart. but you’re so much more than that.”

if your heart fluttered slightly at the tone he used, deep and rooted with genuineness, you wouldn’t tell anyone. that was a secret for you to keep.

“you’re a fool if you think we only want you to make us look good.” sheamus began again, shameless as he reached across the space between your bodies, brushing a stray strand of your hair away from your face and behind your ear. another flutter of your heart, this time more like a whisper of wind. “imperium want you to be their arm candy, we want you to be our soul. half the stuff we do wouldn’t be possible without you. you’re one of the strongest women in the roster right now, and that’s not just opinion but a fact, and it’s an honour getting to prove that. you can hold your own, hey, you can be even better, amongst the men, and i think that says everything.”

“you think that highly of me?” you asked, half jokingly, half from a place of needing reassurance. it was easy to doubt yourself amongst so many powerful opponents. “you’re already fighting pretty hard to get me to stay and i barely said anything.”

“you said enough for me to know i don’t want them getting their hands on you.” sheamus muttered, and suddenly the gap between the two of you seemed much smaller than before. “i won’t let them take my girl away that easily.”

your eyes widened at the same time his own demeanour cracked, both noticing the slip of tongue at the same time. again, you were used to the flirting the irish man undertook in the ring, and half of the time outside of it, but any semblance that those layers ran deeper than just kayfabe and your head was in a spin.

another knock at the door brought you out of the moment, a staff member poking his head in to let the two of you know they were closing up soon.

so with a few last goodbyes, you parted ways, this time with a new feeling of confusion in your chest. it was no longer the question of whether the brawling brutes wanted you more than the imperium, but now whether sheamus wanted you more than you wanted to leave.

—

after the segments on the show the week prior, it was no shock when the brawling brutes had one of their promos cut by the imperium themselves. you had expected it really, but it didn’t make the image of the four men wandering down the ramp towards the ring any less intimidating.

you stood just by the curtain of the ring, watching in concern as predator stalked their prey. you could see imperiums eyes on you, and you knew sheamus had noticed too, for he seemed to step in between their view of you protectively.

“well if it isn’t our favourite manager and her lackeys.” gunter began, practically toe to toe with sheamus as they stood leader against leader. “have you given any thought to our little conversation last week, y/n?”

before you could even react, sheamus was speaking on your behalf. “she doesn’t want to run around with little boys, she wants to stick with the men.”

gunther only chuckled into the mic, not quick enough to give his own response before giovanni was adding in himself, “if she wants men, she’s with the wrong team.”

“i wonder, if we asked her now, who’d she’s choose?” gunther challenged, the crowd hollering for you to join the conversation.

“stop fooling yourself, gunther, it’s getting embarrassing—“

sheamus was cut off by gunther once more “why don’t we let the little lady speak for herself?”

if the imperium wanted brownie points, they certainly weren’t getting them speaking about you like that. sheamus seemed to think the same, if the way his fists clenched had anything to do with it. he didn’t seem happy about it, but turned to offer you a hand to climb in the ring nonetheless.

you took his offer of help, jumping inside and trying to ignore how you were sure he was squeezing your hand just a little harder than usual. he seemed reluctant to even let go, but dropped the contact only when butch offered you his own mic to join the chorus.

the outcome of this promo was up to you, your manager had made sure that you knew that fact. he was prepared to damage control whichever side you chose, but how was the moment, and you were more unsure than ever. one look at imperium had you wanting to change allegiance. for all the talk about their true intentions, you knew one thing for certain, and that was imperiums power. they were a force to be reckoned with, and having gunther as an ally? that could do wonders for your career both in the stable and in your own solo endeavours.

yet, as you glanced to your side, seeing how sheamus watched you with uncertainty, the decision began to unblur.

he hadn’t spoken to you since the little dialogue mishap in the locker room. you had, at first, thought maybe he was disgusted by his own words, wishing he could take them back out of sheer unhappiness — but when you looked at him now, you could see past sheamus, and just see stephen, and you realised everything he had said was true.

“sheamus over here seems to have gotten it into his head that your allegiance to him is stronger than your want for success.” gunther’s menacing tone brought you out of your realisation, and you turned back to see how the man towered over you. “but you and i know better, don’t we, y/n? you’re a strong woman, you’ll make the right decision.”

a deep breath. “you’re right gunther.” a gasp echoed throughout the crowd as you seemingly made your decision to turn sides. the man in question watched you with a sly smirk, thinking his plan had worked. “my want for success is stronger than anything. so, i have to choose the side i know will get me there.”

you could practically feel the panicked looks of the brawling brutes, and when you turned to hand butch his microphone back, the expressions of betrayal were just as expected — especially from one particular redhead.

taking a step back, you made to stand with the imperium, facing your other stable-mates as the crowd shouted all sorts of nonsense directed at you, surely horrified by your abandonment. you waited a second, revelling in the reaction and allowing the imperium to glow in what they thought was a victory, before in one swift motion, you landed a back elbow straight into gunther’s stomach.

the crowd cheered again, and you wasted no time in stepping back across the ring to sheamus’ side, the grin creeping across the man’s face larger than you had ever seen before.

as you joined back by his side, he didn’t bother removing the microphone from his lips as he solidified his comment from the week prior. “that’s my girl.”

for once, you didn’t think about consequences, not caring that this wasn’t part of the plan or even prior discussed by the two of you — you knew he wanted it as badly as you by now. so, in one swift motion, coupled with a whisper of ‘your girl’, you grabbed sheamus by the back of the neck and pulled him down to crash your lips together.

if the shout from the rest of the brawling brutes was loud in your ear, the screams of the audience were practically deafening, but you barely focused on the reaction as sheamus dropped the microphone he held to the floor in favour of grabbing ahold of your waist.

[shiftingparadise]

Hi 🩵🩵 could you maybe do a scenario where phinks almost loses the reader? And like he finally says everything he’s been holding back

I love writing stories with Phinks in it so much 😭 thank you for your request. I hope you like it. Next fic will be one with our favourite Captain 😇.

Warnings: swearing, maybe? (I'm still so bad at writing warnings lol, I'm so sorry guys)

Word count: 1909

“This is nice”, you closed your eyes, a content smile on your face. The grass underneath you felt soft, as if you were lying on a blanket. “Tsk, idiot”, Phinks gritted his teeth, but his cheeks were blushing. “Why are you laying on the ground?”. 

God, he couldn’t hide it. He couldn’t hide the way his heart almost jumped out of his chest when he saw you like this. The moonlight was kind to your skin, kinder than the sunlight. It made your skin glow. It reminded him of a lonely star, wandering through space. He’d admired you the same way ever since he laid eyes on you. Always from a distance, never getting too close, for he was sure he would get burned if he did. 

“You’re an idiot”, your hand unexpectedly wrapped around his wrist as you pulled him to the ground next to you. “The biggest one I know”, you softly laughed. 

His heart almost exploded at the sound of your soft giggle. You were so cute, so, so precious… 

“Hm?”, your brows pulled together. “Are you blushing?”, a smile on your face. “I-I’m not!”, he quickly turned his head to the side. “You are!!!”, you quickly sat up straight. “What’s wrong, Phinks? Not used to girls touching you?”, you teased him. “Shut up!”. “Don’t worry”, you said, lying back down, “I won’t tell the others”. 

Unable to come up with an answer, he stayed silent. 

“What are you doing here? Why aren’t you inside with the others?”. You shrugged, “Don’t know. They’re training or playing some stupid game… I just wanted to be alone for a little while”. “Sorry”, he quickly stood up, “I didn’t mean to –“. “Where are you going?”, you followed his movements. “Back inside, you wanted to be alone”. “I don’t mind you staying here”, you softly replied. 

He hesitated for a second, but then the image of the lonely star popped up in his head again. He couldn’t get close to you. He couldn’t let himself get vulnerable like that. 

“You’re an idiot”, he quietly replied before walking away. 

--- 

“Yo Phinks”, you smiled, “Look at me”. “Huh?”, he turned around, a frown on his face. “I’m Santa”, you deepened your voice. “What’s wrong with you?”, he asked, shaking his head, unable to hide his smile. “Come here”, he pulled you closer, his thumb gently wiping away the foam around your lips. “Can’t even drink coffee with you”. You widened your eyes, your cheeks already blushing. He sounded so caring, so sweet… “What’s wrong, Y/N?”, he smirked, “Not used to boys touching you?”. “F-fuck off!”, you pulled back, “T-there’s nothing wrong”. “Cute”, a warm look in his eyes. “H-huh?”, you looked at him with big eyes. His aura immediately changed after he realized he said it out loud. ‘What?”, he gritted his teeth, “Just drink your coffee and shut up, idiot”. 

--- 

“I said don’t worry”, your eyes darkened as his hand met your wrist. “You’re not as strong as you think you are, idiot”. “Are you just going to let this happen? Are you just going to let this go?”. Your voice was quiet, but Phinks could feel your aura grow stronger. “I didn’t say that. I just-“. “Enough”, Feitan’s voice tore through the dense atmosphere, “Nothing we can do”. “What?”, you turned around to look at Feitan. “He betrayed us, h-he told that chain user-“. 

You didn’t get it. You didn’t understand how everyone stayed so calm. 

“Y/N”, Machi’s voice pulled your attention towards her, “We can’t be reckless. We’ll get our revenge”. 

Not enough. It wasn’t enough. You needed it now. You couldn’t, no, you didn’t want to wait. 

“Fuck it”, you angrily smiled, “I’ll see you guys around”. You walked out of the abandoned warehouse. No one tried to hold you back, no one even called out your name. They knew how stubborn you were, but Phinks couldn’t let this go. He knew what you were up to, how clouded your mind was right now. So, he did what was right. He followed you outside, desperately calling out your name. 

“Fuck off”, you kept walking. “Y/N you can’t do this on your own-“. “I can’t?”, you laughed. “I’ll kill that traitor”, your pace fastening. “Enough”, Phinks managed to grab your arm before roughly pulling you back. “Don’t be foolish. You can’t take on Hisoka. You know that-“.

A mistake. Phinks made a terrible mistake, and he realized it as soon as he looked into your eyes. 

“Let go”, you calmly replied, but your aura was radiating hostility toward him. “I didn’t mean it like that-“, he quickly let go, but the damage was done. “So you didn’t mean to call me weak? To call me foolish?”. “I didn’t say that”, Phinks frowned, an uneasy feeling flooded upon him. “Tsk”, you scoffed, “Stay away from me, Phinks”. His eyes widened as his heart shattered. 

He fucked up. He never meant to insult you or to make you feel weak. He wanted to run after you, to comfort you, to hold you close but…

“You’re always underestimating me, always saying I’m weak…”, your voice shaking. “Do you think you’re better than me, Phinks? Stronger?”. 

Great. He didn’t insult you, his words hurt you. 

“That’s not what I meant-“, his hand reached out for you but you quickly pulled back. “Stay away from me”, a whisper before you walked away. You weren’t just angry at Phinks, you were angry with everyone. You felt betrayed. 

--- 

“Dance”, Hisoka laughed, “Or is my little monkey too tired?”. You shivered as he lifted your chin from the ground, blood dripping onto the concrete floor. “Tsk”, you pulled your brows together. “Don’t worry, you can get plenty of sleep soon”, he chuckled. 

It felt as if the devil himself was standing before you. Hisoka didn’t care about pride, about an honest fight. You should’ve known that. 

“You disappoint me, little monkey”, Hisoka narrowed his eyes. “I thought you were stronger than this”. You wanted to answer but your sight got blurrier by the second. You were going to pass out. “Hm”, the magician chuckled, "Goodnight monkey”. 

“Fuck off”, you let out a painful chuckle. You told Phinks that, right? You told him to stay away. Your last words to him… But it was no use now, right? You were going to die.

--- 

“S-shit”, a distant voice tore through the darkness. “Shit, shit, shit”. The voice sounded familiar, was it someone you knew? You tried to move, to say something, but the darkness was spreading through your veins like poison. “Y/N? Wake up”. 

Wake up? How? 

“No, no, no”, the voice cracked. 

Were you dead? Was someone grieving? 

“Y/N come back to me please”. You could feel two hands around your back, lifting you into the darkness. 

Phinks. It was his voice, right? His hands that lifted you into the growing darkness? 

“I- I know you told me to stay away, but I can’t. I can’t stay away from you, Y/N. I’ll go wherever you go. If you die… I’ll go to hell to get you back”. 

Tears? Could you feel tears on your shoulder? 

“Fuck! You’re an idiot, you know that?”. 

His scent… You could smell his familiar scent, his arms that tightened around you, the soft feeling of his chest… 

“Idiot, idiot, idiot!”, the tears turned into sobs. “Don’t leave me, please Y/N. Please come back, I can’t do this without you here. Whom am I going to bully on missions? Whom am I going to buy pizza when we finish a mission? Whom am I going to tease when you’re being an idiot again?”. 

He was hugging you, right? You could feel his nose pressed into your shoulder…

“Please, Y/N”, he softly whispered while holding you tighter. “Don’t make me follow you there, please, please, please”. 

 To where? You were with him, right? He was with you in the darkness. You couldn’t see Phinks but you could feel him, hear him… You wanted to hug him, tell him that you were fine, even though you couldn’t see a thing. As long as he was with you… 

“Tsk”, his grip loosened, and the back of your head met the cold ground underneath you. 

You weren’t floating in the darkness anymore, you were once again tied to the ground. D-did he leave you? Where was he? You couldn’t do this without him, you needed him- 

“P-phinks?”, you tried to scream, but the darkness was so suffocating that not even a whisper escaped your throat. “Phinks? Phinks!”, you tried to move, to scream… 

“Y/N?”, his voice appeared again, a pressure on your chest. “Y/N?!”, the pressure on your chest increased as it pushed the darkness away from you. “W-wake up! Please”. 

A strange orange light appeared around you, as if you were glowing. 

“P-phinks”, you broke free from the invisible chains, your arms reaching out for him. 

Your arms wrapped around him, the darkness now completely gone. 

“Phinks!”, you sobbed as your sight was still blurry. “Y-Y/N?”, Phinks widened his eyes, too stunned to move. “I-I’d never leave you, Phinks. I’d never-“. “I-it’s okay”, his arms softly wrapped around you as he tried not to hurt you. “I-I’m here, stay calm, okay?”. “D-don’t leave me, d-don’t give up on me!”, you started hyperventilating as the pain softly washed over you.

“I’d never leave you”, he pulled back, scanning your body. Your sight was still blurry but you knew he was smiling, you could feel his aura radiating happiness. 

“G-good”, you forced a smile, your sight getting blurrier again. “Yo Phinks?”, your arms fell next to you, forcing Phinks to keep you from falling to the ground. “W-what?”. “W-when I wake up, y-you better be there”, you smiled as you fell into a slumber again. 

--- 

“H-huh?”, you slowly opened your eyes. 

A beep every second, cold light, white sheets, … 

“No, no, no”, you shook your head. You hated hospitals. “Easy”, a hand pushed your shoulder back to the bed, “You need to rest”. 

Phinks. 

“P-phinks!”, you wanted to hug him, but his hand kept you pinned to the bed. “I said you need to rest, idiot!”, he frowned as he clenched his jaw. “R-right”, a blush on your cheeks. “How are you feeling?”. “I-I’m doing fine”, you looked up at him. “Good”, he closed his eyes for a second before taking a deep breath. “I’m only going to say this once, okay?”, his familiar angry smirk appeared. 

You were in trouble. 

“I’m not going to say I told you so but… You’re an idiot? Do you know that? I thought you died! Don’t you ever dare to do something like that again, or I’ll kill you myself! Do you hear me? Idiot, idiot, idiot!”. 

God, every patient in the hospital must’ve heard him. 

“I-I promise-”, you nervously smiled. “H-huh?”, you widened your eyes as he pulled you in for a hug, his voice soft now, “I was so worried about you. You can’t do something like that to me, Y/N. Do you know how much I care about you? How much I need you?”. 

You softly wrapped your arms around him as tears streamed down your cheek. 

“I-I know”, you whispered back, “Because I care just as much about you”. 

[xypherz]

i had like an idea for your soobin christmas thing

it could be like a christmas party they’re both invited to and they meet for the first time.

and they get along and they get stuck under the mistletoe.

and then whatever whatever yada yada

idk i feel like that would be cuteeeerrr

Details: Soobin x Reader, GN!Reader, stuck under mistletoe, first time meeting, 0.7k words

Warnings: Two introverts being so awkward please help them how will they date, a few curse words, not proofread.

merry christmas hehe

“Look, I know you wouldn’t agree to come in a million years if I actually told you where we were going, but now that we’re halfway there…”

You stare blankly at your friend, who told you to get dressed in something Christmas-sy and hop into the car, where you’d go to a Christmas cafe event.

“Don’t tell me…"

“We’re going to Yeonjun’s Christmas party!”

They smile at you like this is a good thing.

“Look, I know you don’t like parties, but I really needed someone to go with, and I knew you wouldn’t agree to come, but you need to get out of the house and meet new people!”

“I really don’t. The fact that you’ve betrayed that is upsetting. I’m calling an uber when we get there.”

You understand how much your friend likes Yeonjun, and they’re probably right that you need to get out of the house, but this is not the way you planned for it to happen.

“Please just stay like 10 minutes. Then you can leave.”

They pull up to a driveway full of cars, making your heart sink into your chest. Opening your phone, you set a timer for 10 minutes and glare at them as you open the passenger side door and step into the cold air.

You both make your way to the front door, and seemingly on queue, Yeonjun’s friend, Beomgyu, opens the door.

“Hey! Welcome, welcome, get your asses inside, it’s cold.”

Somehow, Beomgyu and your friend strike a conversation instantaneously, leaving you to your devices, looking around for a place to hide for the next eight and a half minutes. The house is big enough, surely there’s somewhere with some semblance of peace.

You round a few corners and find yourself in a small lounge room, which is surprisingly empty, considering the amount of people in the house lingering without a place to sit. You plop onto a loveseat, opening your phone to keep yourself busy to see you still have… seven minutes.

Somehow, doom scrolling social media can’t even make this go any faster. It gets desperate when you check your email.

But eventually, there’s only thirty seconds left, and you’re not staying any longer than you need to. 

You get up from your seat and take the few steps to the open doorway, you round the corner, “I’m so sorry, are you okay?”

Of course, right when you’re about to leave, you bump straight into someone, faced with social interaction.

“Oh, you’re Y/N, right? Your friend told me to look for you, they want to talk to you before you leave, I guess.”

Unsure of how to respond, the stranger continues.

“I’m Soobin, by the way. I’m Yeonjun’s friend.”

“Nice to meet you, Soobin. Sorry for bumping into you,” you respond, “You and Yeonjun live together? It’s a nice house.”

“Yeah, thank you! We live with a few other people, too-”

“There you are, I was worried you had already… left…” Your friend interjects, Yeonjun trailing close behind them, both of them looking at you and Soobin quizzically.

“What?” You both ask.

“Look up.”

You and Soobin look up to the top of the door-frame to see a small green plant with white berries hanging above your heads.

“I’m a little surprised you didn’t notice that, Soob, it almost touches the top of your head,” Yeonjun laughs, looking between the two of you, “Well…”

“No.”

“Oh.”

“No wait, I didn’t mean it like that,” you try to recover, “I don’t know. Take me out to dinner or something first.”

“Wait, really?”

“Um…” You trail off, eyeing the pair that has been observing your interaction. They get the hint, muttering Yep, we’ll be off, and Don’t mind us!.

“Here, I’ll give you my number, we can work things out then?” 

“Yeah, definitely!” Soobin replies, getting his phone out and opening it to a new contact.

You finish putting your contact in, turning to head out, “Text me and we can um… yeah!”

“Yep!” He replies, a cute smile on his face.

You rush around a few corners, getting lost on the way to find the exit before you bump into your friend.

“Hey..!”

“I’m leaving.”

“Fair enough.”

[chosen-hero-inari]

Whumptober Day 31: "I'm Alive, I'm Just Not Well"

A/N: i stayed up listening to EPIC the vengeance saga and I REGRET NOTHING

Pray

The air around the shrine is chilly, and Hamuko pulls her scarf tighter.

It’ll be the Dark Hour soon, and she… doesn’t know what to do about it.

Ikutski betrayed them, Mitsuru-senpai lost her father, and they’re no closer to figuring out how to destroy the Dark Hour and the threat of Shadows once and for all than they were when she first arrived at the dorm.

Instead of worrying about that, Hamuko does what she does best: find another problem to solve.

Shinjiro had mentioned some kids hanging around the back alleys alongside Strega, and now that Strega was gone, Hamuko could at least help them.

She’d spent the last few days asking around after school, and is fairly certain she’s tracked them down here.

Hamuko checks her phone. A few seconds to midnight.

She closes her eyes, and when she opens them the world is blanketed in green. 

“Did you really come alone?” 

Hamuko spins around, her hand going to her Evoker on instinct, but it’s just three kids.

The boy who spoke has brown hair, and looks to be around Ken’s age. Next to him is thinner boy with blue hair.

Finally, there’s a girl with orange hair and a laptop looking down on her from atop the jungle gym.

“Hi,” Hamuko says. “I’m–

“We know who you are.” The girl says. “Hamuko Arisato, Gekkoughan high school calls 2-F, top of your class, member of the volleyball team, the library club, student council, and of course the Specialized Extracurricular Execution Squad.”

“How did you know that?” Hamuko asks.

“Getting your transcript was way too easy,” the girl replies.

Her transcript. The one that mentions her parents.

“Well, it’s only fair I know your names, since you know mine, right?”

The three kids share a look, then the brown haired one shrugs. “Goro Akechi.”

“I’m Yusuke Kitagawa,” the thin boy says.

“Futaba Ishikki,” the girl says.

“It’s nice to meet all of you,” Hamuko says. “I want to help you, I can take you to see Chidori.”

Kitagwa-kun steps forward, but Akechi-kun puts out a hand.

“You don’t understand what’s going on here,” Akechi-kun says. “We’re making the demands. Let Chidori go, and stop trying to destroy the Dark Hour.”

“We won’t do that,” Hamuko says. “Not while Shadows are still a threat to humanity–”

“Humans are worse than any Shadow out there,” Kitagawa-kun snaps. “Just give us back Ms. Chidori!”

Hamuko represses a groan at the thought of Takaya saying pretty much the same thing. “Ok, yes people will still die and suffer without Shadows. But it will be fewer people, because we can’t just get rid of the things that make people hurt other people.”

“Says you,” Ishikki-kun says. “The Lost aren’t hurting anyone.”

“That’s not the same thing.”

“Then it seems we’re at an impasse,” Akechi-kun says. “We can't agree, so I guess we’ll have to talk to your friends and see what they think.”

“Yes!” Hamuko says. “Come back with me to the dorm, and we’ll talk to my friends!”

“You really don’t think much of us, do you?” Akechi-kun says. “Just because Takaya thinks you’re special doesn’t mean you can brush us off.”

“I really don’t care that Takaya thinks I’m special,” Hamuko says. “In fact, I kind of hate it.”

“Hey! Don’t talk about him like that! Takaya’s strong! And we’re just as strong as he is!” Hamuko just catches the glint of an Evoker as Akechi-kun pulls it out and points it to his head. “Minos!”

Hamuko dodges Akechi-kun’s Persona, and pulls out her own Evoker. 

“Thanatos!” she cries out, absorbing the next Dark attack. “Kids, I really don’t want to fight you.”

“Too bad,” Akechi-kun says. He nods up at Ishikki.

“You can’t hide anything from Despoena,” the girl smirks, summoning her own Persona. It’s clear instantly that Hamuko’s being scanned.

Hamuko casts Tempest Slash towards Akechi-kun, but Kitagawa-kun gets in the way. 

“Our turn!” Ishikki giggles.

“Tantalus,” Kitagawa-kun says, and suddenly there’s a chill in the night air. Then Kitagwa-kun’s Persona strikes her. It doesn’t hurt thanks to Thanatos, but suddenly Hamuko’s rocked by another kind of pain.

She’s unbearably hungry.

“Guess you really aren’t that special,” Akechi-kun says, and then his Persona changes. “Ikelos. Hamaon.”

Oh it is going to be a long night.