#a message that ur leaving is all we ask for next time :)

[dilf-docs]

Sabor A Chocolate

eddie brock x younger fem!reader

summary: your boyfriend eddie and his symbiote pal just make sure you know how loved you are.

warnings: sfw (there's always a first), tooth rotting fluff, my attempt at comedy (less funnier than friends), age gap (blog's brand ofc), chubby!reader, she's very insecure but actually deserves the world💔, angst, hurt/comfort, discussions of body image (neg), venom/eddie giving her the love she deserves!!!! kinda took some inspo on elefante's song by the same name of the title, set before venom 2 (not important actually)

word count: 2,580 words

side note: so i watched again venom 3 now that it's available on stream and i'm full of grief for my black little people eater alien💔 anywayyyy this is a based on this request; i hope u enjoy it my lil' frien :) ALSO tysm for leaving ur message!!!!!!!!!

It was Mrs. Chen's fault, really.

It all started with a late trip to the convinience store, which happened to be owned by one of your mother's closest friends.

Final's week was approaching, and with all the academic pressure, you tend to study until late hours, which means snack time can also end up happening in the middle of the night. Which is the reason why you're scouring through the store at 10pm, your hand occupied with some chocolates and chips to endure the rest of the study session you've got ahead.

The door makes its silly sound, announcing a new customer.

"Hey Eddie!" you hear Mrs. Chen's voice. You hide behind one of the shelves, ashamed of your aspect: one thing is a close elderly friend seeing you like this, another is a total stranger watching your final's week look: consisting of a long over-sized shirt with a washed up Welcome To San Francisco! on the front, some pajama shorts that ride up your thighs, a ponytail-bun hybrid and bare face.

"Hello, Mrs. Chen" the gravely voice returns. Oh, it's a guy: a guy with a very nice tone. You wonder if the face matches the voice, "looking good"

If possible, you get more embarrased than before. You don't usually have that much game, but if you were to get a chance, it definetely won't happen with you looking like this. You desperately want to get out, but leaving the food behind is a huge no. Also, getting out through the door without the man noticing is quite literally imposible.

She snickers, "I always look good!"

You decide to stay put until he leaves, hiding next to the chocolate shelf.

"What are you getting tonight, Eddie?" the elder woman makes a pause, "let me guess..."

You hear foot-steps against the floor, the sound growing stronger and closer. You pray to anyone out there who can hear you to stop what you think's going to happen.

"You already know what it is, Mrs. Chen" a beat, "chocolates!"

He screams first. You then scream, and then Mrs. Chen shuts you two idiots up.

"Stop shouting in my store! You'll scare possible customers"

"I'm sorry" Eddie says, then turns to you again and repeats his apology, "I'm sorry"

"I'm sorry too" you laugh, ashamed. "I didn't mean to scare you"

Now, Eddie takes in your figure better. Yes, your aspect is very poor, but it doesn't erase your beauty. He can understand: thanks to Venom, he's been sweaty and bad-looking before.

"Is everything okay?" you ask, growing a bit self conscious with the staring. It's definitely happened before, and not for good reasons.

"Yes!" he answers hastily, then coughs, rosy cheeks on display. "I'm Eddie, by the way"

"Glad we cleared that up" you chirp, almost breathing with relief on the spot, "I'm y/n!"

"Pretty name" he whistles, "pleased to see the name matches the face"

"Oh" you blush furiously. Is he being for real? This absolutely gorgeous strong older man? It's like a dream come true; maybe it is. No way a man, a good looking one on top of that, notices you, especially now that you're looking the worst possible ever.

"Are you buying or what?" Mrs. Chen pops up from behind you both. "Flirt later, after you buy. Outside"

"Geez, Mrs. Chen. I thought you were my friend" he feigs sadness, a hand over his chest. "You sure know how to kill a guy's game"

You giggle, and Mrs. Chen looks at you, then at Eddie and smiles. Ah, you know that look. God, this is about to turn very embarrassing.

"Not with y/n" she elbows your side, not so discreet. "My girl here is difficult to scare"

You turn red again. "Don't know what that says about me" then you lean closer to Eddie, whispering. He gets a whiff of the strawberry splash you put on yourself (you may look bad, but smell bad? never). "Mrs. Chen's friends with my mom, please don't listen to anything she says"

"Well, thank you, Mrs. Chen" he then looks at you and winks. He mouths an I'll help you, and you find yourself blushing for the 100th time. "Help me check this out, won't you?" he shows some chocolates. She leaves with Eddie, saying something like For your friend, right? but you're too busy thinking about how that could've gone in a more embarrassing way. The downside? She totally noticed the exchange; after the wink and asking your name part, you're positive it isn't one-sided.

"Hey, um. Y/n, right?" you nod too vigorous, like a fool. Just a name exchange and you're already this down bad? You need to stop. "Do you need help with that?" he points out the snacks that, at this point, you've already forgotten about.

"Oh! I can carry it myself" you dismiss.

"No, not that kind of help. I can see you're doing a pretty good job yourself" he gets closer, and your skin gets goosebumps at the closeness, even feeling his breathe on you. He's making you nervous just like that. "I'll pay for it"

Low husky voice whispering to you? Close proximity? And paying for your snacks at the very first meet? Is this some sort of trick or a straight out of a rom-com scenario?

You tend to more skeptical, but this guy is definitely working on you.

"C'mon. Don't leave me hanging in here, doll" he encourages, seeing your lack of motion. You blush (again) at the compliment. "Rough night?"

"Just finals" you answer while giving him your two snacks.

"Are you in college?" you nod. Then, you both walk to the entrance, where Mrs. Chen gives you with a look you try to ignore. She checks out your snacks and his chocolates. You wonder if he likes the same as yours, and why he's got so many of them. "Wow, what are you studying?"

"Journalism!" you answer a bit too excited, but God, don't you love your degree. "The reason I'm studying journalism is because I love to write. Through it, I would love to help others without a voice, you know?

"Wanna know something funny? I'm what you'd call a journalist as well"

"What?!" you shout a bit too loud, perhaps because of ease or perhaps of laugh at the timing of it all.

"Yeah! Are you from San Francisco?" he asks.

"No" you answer, confused as to where it leads. "Moved in for college"

"That explains it" he grabs the items he's just payed for, handing them back to you. "You know, I'm sort of famous around here. Ever heard of Cletus Cassidy?"

"Cactus what-?"

"Oh, Eddie" she laughs, mockingly. "Y/n here is as pretty and young as she looks. Of course she doesn't know who you are!" she snickers.

"Nevermind" he says ashamed. "Jesus, you sound more like a hater than a friend"

"It's all right!" you chime in, nervously. You're afraid you've fucked it up. "I can investigate you- oh, that sounded bad. Investigate your career, um. You know what I mean! It's kind of what I do, after all. Part, at least, of what I do"

"It's alright, doll" you could get used to this. A gravely rich voice calling you such. "No need to be nervous"

He looks thoughtful for a moment, and you start to fear your yapping or in general, the strange appeal or whatever magical reason he was interested in you, has vanished. As soon as he gets out of the store with you, fear creeps in. Is it all over? Was this a brief glimpse of what dating life is like? A chance you'll probably never get again. But then, he says:

"Can I have your number?"

"Sure!" you sound kind of glad about it, "do I put it in your phone?"

Eddie hands it to you, smiling when he sees what you've saved yourself as:

Y/n 👻🍫

"There you go" you say as you exit, and Mrs. Chen keeps looking through the glass. You hastily dismiss her, but you know she'll soon gush to your mother about it. "Thanks for everything"

"No problem" he winks. Oh, the nerve of this guys. "See you around, y/n. Good luck on those finals!"

You have to shut your demons for a while. Meet-cute-at-the-convenience-store guy seems to be truthful about it!

You'll just have to see how long it lasts.

Flash forward: it's lasted! Now Eddie is your boyfriend. Four months dating and you feel in heaven!

Yes, a bit of your demons have come out here and there, but Brock's been there to kiss away every single one of them. Venom too! Ah, yes: the alien symbiote that lives inside of your lover. Even he has taken to your liking! Being honest, meeting him did scare you at first; kind of a mind-blowing confession to make on your 1 month anniversary, but you soon learned surprises are a common thing if you're dating the so-called Lethal Protector. You both share chocolate filled afternoons when he takes over Eddie (he hates sharing yet let's his pal have some fun with you), watching a movie or two with his silly little comments on the background, sharing his alien-like knowledge with you (whatever that means).

So yeah, it's been a few months and you couldn't be happier!

Today, Eddie's supposed to pick you up from college. He has done so the last couple of weeks, and if you've seen people whispering behind your back, you've been smart to ignore it.

But today as you walk to your usual spot where Eddie picks you up, you hear the comments of two of your classmates (you recognize) from a class you take:

"They haven't broken up yet?" the other one laughs.

"She must've used some kind of dark magic, because there is no way that guy is with her"

"Yeah" the first one agrees, "y/n's weird just like that"

They aren't being discreet, and you start to believe they're choosing to do so, because next thing you know, they're talking about your body.

You begin growing self-conscious of your appearance: a sweater and a skirt, something Eddie loves seeing on you (he says it's easier to do stuff) but you can't help and start to feel insecure about the skin of your bare legs. You tense, tighlty grabbing the exposed flesh between your fingers, the tissue doughty under your hands. You hate yourself more often than you love, and it's harder to remember the positive side when you hear your thoughts loud in the mouth of other people.

The sound of a roaring engine cuts through the cloud of negative thoughts.

"Y/n!" you love it when he calls your name, enjoying every second of it. But now you just want to get out of here.

"Hey" you get closer to him, hoping on the bike. It's a big distance between you and the two classmates, but you still hear them say:

"It looks like a strong bike" pause. You feel sick, "I hope it won't break"

Eddie feels your arms cage him a little stronger than usual. "Hey, is everything okay?"

You hide your face against his back. "Please, let's go"

"You aren't going to say goodbye to your friends?" he looks back at the girls waving in your direction.

"Let's go!" you plead, rougher. He then realizes the girl are waving at him and not you, a flirty wink his way proving it.

Oh. He gets it now.

"Don't worry, doll" he caresses your hand. "I got you"

Then he speeds, not before making sure he leaves the girls who were harrasing you inside a cloud of smoke that makes them cough. Eddie looks back to see if you're laughing, but your face remains against his back, and he can feel his shirt start to damp.

Shit.

When you arrive at his apartment, your pace is fast, rushing through the stairs and entering his place first.

"Doll?" he calls out, but you don't answer. All he hears is small sobs, and his heart breaks. He finds you lying on his bed, your face hidden against his pillows. "Look at me, y/n"

"Y-you don't get it" you hiccup.

"I think I do" he purses his thick lips, "those girls were jealous of you"

"Jealous of me? Sure" you let out a dry laugh. "If anything, I'm jealous of them!"

He scoots closer, a hand resting on your back. "And why would you be jealous of two girls like that?"

"Because they're pretty" you confess, voice small. "Their bodies are perfect; doesn't matter if they're ugly on the inside. People mostly care about the outside"

"I see what's hapenning" he forces you to look at him, and your puffy red eyes make his chest pang. He needs you to know how beautiful you are, no matter how much you try to deny it. "You think you're ugly"

"Eddie!" you whisper-shout, alarmed.

"Hey! I never said that was my opinion" he says, tone defensive and arms raising up. "That is yours. A wrong one, by the way"

You scoff. "Yeah? why?"

You know Eddie loves you, but after today, you need to hear it.

"Because I don't like ugly people" you laugh in disbelief, "it's true! I love you because you're beautiful, in and out"

"Bullshit" you challenge, tears welling up again. You may start to see the light, but your demons come back to haunt you in whispered dark thoughts.

"You want me to list all the reasons I love you?"

You sniff. "Are there any? I mean, why are you with me, Eddie?"

No. He absolutely won't let you speak about yourself like that.

He grabs your face gently, wiping some tears. "I love you because you're the smartest, funniest, driven, most caring woman I've met, inside the hottest body of all times!" he squishes your side, and you laugh because of the ticklish sensations. "Haven't I shown you so? How much I worship it in bed? You've got to be kidding me! I wouldn't know what else to do or say to convince you of just how perfect you are!"

"Eddie..." you whimper his name out, lunging forward and enveloping him on a hug. He brushes you hair, softly.

"Listen, y/n. I understand your feelings, but it's unfair how bad you see and treat yourself. You are beautiful, no matter what anyone else says, and that's the point: beauty starts from within. It doesn't matter how many times I tell you so, because if you don't believe in yourself, it's all in vain"

"I'm sorry" you hug him tightly, "I wish I liked me more; to see me how you see me. Thanks for having patience"

"No need to thank me for anything" he assures, kissing your temple. "I don't get tired of telling you how much I like your eyes, a delicious invitation to taste you. Or your peachy skin, rosy and soft in all the perfect places. Or your chocolate heart: warm and sweet. You're bascially a ticket to heaven"

"Thanks" you whisper again, much more calm. "I love you, Eddie"

"Well, I love you too, doll"

"I love you too!" It's Venom, who appears next to Eddie. "You're the prettiest human girl I've ever met!"

"If it makes you feel better, I can eat those sluts" he offers softly, and you pet him while laughing, although Eddie rolls his eyes. The nerve of this guy.

"Seriously? Read the room budy!"

cr: divider @kodaswrld / gif (unknown pinterest source)

[dionysus-drabbles]

Constantly on the cusp (of tryin’ to kiss you)

pairing: sid jenkins x f!reader

summary: you hooked up with sid all summer. it becomes a hell of a lot harder trying to navigate your relationship when you’re back at college together.

word count: ~2.4k

warnings: fluff, smut, & a hint of angst, freud references, dug out my a level psych textbooks for this one, possible mischaracterisation, reader smokes, reader is described as wearing a bra, shirt, shorts, and tights but it’s easily overlooked, protected piv sex, teasing, one or two mentions of marijuana, hickeys, ghosting, one mention of alcohol, sid is mentioned to have kissed another girl, refs to casual sex between sid & reader.

a/n: if ur the anon who requested, hi! hope I did ur req justice, i tried to include fluff, smut, and a little angst - I got a little carried away! hope I characterised him well enough & you enjoy it 💋 title from do i wanna know? by the arctic monkeys

It’s a warm Friday night, the cool breeze blowing through the window serving as a distant threat of the September weather yet to come. The sky is streaked with pink and purple, the gold of the sun setting shining in the horizon, the type of night you’ll know you’ll see as nostalgic as you grow older, and you’re in Sid’s room. You’re sat at his desk, reading from one of your psychology textbooks, pausing for a minute so Sid can keep up with writing notes, but the telltale scratching sound of pen on paper doesn’t come. When you spin your chair around, Sid’s lying on his bed, fingers laced over his stomach, eyes fixed on the ceiling - pen and notebook by his side.

“Oi,” you say, standing up and plopping down on the bed next to him, the shift in weight making him sit up and meet your gaze. “You’re meant to be taking notes,”

“It’s only September,” he grumbles, rolling his eyes.

“Fine, suit yourself. Have fun failing your a-levels while we all go to uni, though, yeah?”

“Don’t be a twat. Why can’t I read and you make the notes?”

“Made them already,”

“Why can’t I use yours, then?”

“You’re seriously asking that?” You cock a brow, letting out a snort of amusement. You fall into silence for a minute, one that’s nothing if not awkward. Following your summer, being in Sid’s room without so much as a spliff, let alone your clothes on, felt unnatural. You’d found yourself fucking Sid for the first time after the first party of the summer, and it had quickly turned into a regular occurrence. Throughout August, the elephant in the room had been September, and you supposed it had been silently agreed to forget it ever happened. Easier said than done, based on the way your thighs pressed together whenever he moved vaguely in your direction.

“Can we not do this tonight, at least? Reckon we could make it to Tony’s party,” he suggested, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Psychodynamic approach isn’t going to learn itself, Sidney,”

“Fuck Freud. He just makes this shit up, it doesn’t make sense,”

“See, if you’d revised, you’d be calling it unfalsifiable,” you teased, pulling a pack of cigarettes out of your pocket.

“Piss off, let me have one,” Sid insisted as you lit it, blowing the smoke from your first toke in his face instead.

“Never taught manners, hm?” You snarked, avoiding eye contact with him.

“Please?” He countered, if reluctant. You turned to face him - when did you two get this close together? You can feel the heat of his breath on your face, smell his breath, and you suddenly realise his eyes are on your lips, not the cigarette. It’s instinctive now, the way you tilt your head ever so slightly when he’s this close to you, the way you lean in ever so slightly. His lips are about to brush yours when your phone beeps with a text and you both jolt back. You read it, shoving the cigarette into his hand as you stand up.

“I need to head home. Finish the fag. You can keep the textbook.” You leave without waiting for a response.

You have two unread messages!

sid: same time nxt week?

sid: will do wrk this time

When he next comes to revise it’s at your house, and somehow that makes you feel like you have the upper ground in this emotional cold war more than anything else. Your stomach turns whenever you think of how near you were to kissing the week before, and you’re not entirely sure if it’s butterflies or nausea. Either way, you’re sickeningly fixated on it. Unfortunately, the one time he’s focused, keeping to his promise to do work, you’re distracted.

“We’ve finished psychodynamic. Take five before humanistic?” You suggest, and he nods, leaning to open the window before coming to sit beside you on the bed. You give him a cigarette before you get one for yourself this time, but curse when you feel in your pockets to find them empty. And, like he can read your mind, he offers a lighter. You go to take it from him, cigarette between your lips, but he lights it for you instead. It’s oddly intimate, and you’re sure the feeling in your stomach is butterflies this time - and every other time.

You’re quiet as you smoke. Apparently, your mind thinks this is the perfect time to replay every single interaction you’ve had with Sid in this room. Every smoke, every kiss, every fuck, and it’s becoming harder and harder to keep your resolve.

“Hey,” he says, nudging your leg with his foot. “Is there…are you okay?”

“Hm? Yeah, yeah, we uh- we should probably get back to-“ you stub your cigarette out as you speak, the butt of his already sat in the ashtray, but you’re not given the chance to finish your sentence as his lips press against yours. It’s a shock, but the farthest thing from unwelcome. One of his hands entangles in your hair, the other on your waist, and one of yours caresses the skin of his cheek whilst the other cards through the tufts of hair his beanie leaves revealed at the nape of his neck. Your tongue presses at his lips, compelling them to slide open, and you taste the smoke in his mouth, reminiscent of the cigarettes stubbed out only a moment before, stifling the taste of weed. He’s just as addictive, if not more than, and you think that you’d happily never smoke again if he said you could be together, have this regularity with him.

There’s a moment of awkward shuffling as Sid readjusts his position, and you take the minute to catch your breath. His back’s to your bed frame, and his hand travels south to your thigh and nudges with his pointer and middle finger, and you’ve been hooking up long enough to know he wants you in his lap.

“Are you- can I?” He stammers, hand having moved to the hem of your shirt, looking down at it before meeting your eyes, and god, you’re not sure why you ever thought you had the higher ground with him. You pull it off for him, and his breathing falters, leaving him shakily as his eyes are level with your breasts. You can feel his hardening cock twitch in his trousers belong you, and all of a sudden it’s summer again, and you don’t care about exams, universities, anything but each other.

His lips attach to your chest, sucking dark bruises onto your flesh. They’re discreet, they’ll be hidden by your shirt, but they’re there, and he gave them to you. You grind your hips down into him and he lets out a broken moan, voice cracking with pleasure halfway through. The possibility of coming before he’s even inside you crosses his mind, and he knows he needs to fuck you as soon as possible. He helps you manoeuvre until you’re beneath him, hands shaking with desperation as he fiddles with the button on your shorts, tugging the zip down and sliding his hand beneath the shorts, the tights, taking a minute to slide his fingers across your cunt through your pants, dragging his gaze back to yours with a grin.

“All this, already?” He mocks, tilting his head to the side as you break eye contact and squirm from the pressure of his fingers.

He knows he’s in no position to talk, and he knows the risk of blowing his load in his jeans is getting more and more realistic, so he wastes no time in pushing your clothing down to your mid thighs and nudging a finger into your heat whilst his thumb circles lightly around your clit, painfully teasing. You throw your head back, whining, and he uses his other hand to stroke your cheek, grinning like a kid in a candy store. “Need you to be quiet, yeah? Don’t want anyone hearing, need this all for me,” the possessiveness mixed with his thumb pressing firmly on your clit and the addition of a second finger has you clenching around him, teeth digging into your bottom lip as you try to muffle any noise that might slip out. You know you’re close, your fingers scrabble for purchase on Sid’s back, one hand pulling his beanie off and allowing you to reach your hand into his hair.

He knows you’re close, attentive to the way your legs start trembling and you tense up, and he withdraws any contact before you do. Any complaints you make he hushes, murmuring into your ear as he frees himself of his own jeans, pulling a condom from his pocket in the process.

“You’re so mean,” You whine, hands reaching to help roll the condom onto his cock, tip red and already leaking precum.

“Yeah, m’sorry, sorry for being mean,” he whispers, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he moves back over you. “Let me…need to make it up to you now, right?” He asks, aligning his cock with your entrance. He kisses you as he pushes inside, any noises either of you would make muffled into each other’s mouths. He rambles as he fucks into you, chests almost pressed together, as physically close to you as possible.

“So good. So gorgeous. Been missing doing this, y’know? Made me wait so long to have you, got me going crazy,” he nips at the juncture of your jaw and neck between sentences, each word punctuated with the type of slow stroke that has you arching your back into him, and you find yourself pulling his t-shirt off and running your hands over his skin as if it’s the last time you’ll ever feel it, smiling as you watch the muscles in his abdomen tense and relax as your fingertips brush against his hips. He picks up the pace ever so slightly, moving one of your legs so it presses against his waist and your heel digs into his back, and you mirror it with the other. He kisses you again as he watches you try to stifle a moan from the new angle, nails raking up and down the pale, smooth expanse of his back. Neither of you last much longer, and he has to leave within the hour. You’re left with a dull ache between your legs, a chest tingling from where his lips attacked it, and heart pounding with adrenaline. Oh, and a text. One that comes precisely seven minutes after he leaves.

sid: u free same time next wk?

Then next week, you’re left waiting. Five minutes turns into fifteen. Fifteen into thirty. Thirty into an hour. You check your phone.

You have zero new messages!

You: nvr heard of warning sum1 when ur busy, sidney?

You don’t receive a response. He’s not in second period psychology on Monday, and you catch Michelle as you leave class.

“D’y’know where Sid is? He just aired me on Friday,” you say, lugging your bag onto your shoulder. Michelle shrugs.

“Probably on a comedown. You should’ve been there Friday, everything was going pretty hard, you’d have loved it. Last saw him then,” she shrugs, and your heart sinks. Oh. For a moment, your chest falls. Why would he do that? Shag you and ghost you? Why didn’t he do that in the summer, if he wanted to? The hurt quickly shifts into rage, a furious red feeling that seems to engulf you. If he wanted to play it that way, play the ghosting game, you’d let him. Fine. You didn’t need him. You resolved not to message him, going as far as to change his name in your contacts, but the texts you received that evening made it hard to stick to.

do not answer: (y/n)?

do not answer: im sorry, yeah?

do not answer: i need 2 talk 2 u

do not answer: coming ovr

You don’t say no. You should’ve said no, you know it’s better if you say no, you know you’re supposed to want to say no. But you don’t. When the knock comes on the door fifteen minutes later, you’re hoping it’s him. September weather has settled over Bristol, and it’s pouring with rain, so you end up opening the door to a particularly rain-drenched Sid Jenkins. He makes no effort to come inside, though.

“I’m sorry,” he says it before you’ve even fully opened the door.

“It’s fine, I don’t care, but, like, don’t expect any more tutoring, yeah?” you shrug, hoping your lie that you don’t care is more believable than it seems. He lurches forward and kisses you, a hand firmly on either side of your face, and when he pulls away you drag him inside and slam the door, staring at him with a sort of offended disbelief.

“I was gonna message, alright?! But then this girl kissed me at Tony’s for pres, and…I don’t know, I called her your name, and I just freaked out. I’m sorry for shagging and ghosting you, but it’s just…I can’t not date you, y’know? You’re just so nice and smart, and you actually listen to what I say. I’ve never had that before, I got scared. Tell me to leave, I will, I just needed to…I needed to tell you.” Sid rambles, and he could not be any more shocked when you kiss him. His arms wrap around your waist, and you don’t even care that he reeks of leftover sweat, booze, and weed from the weekend, or that his clothes are soaking yours. He’s yours, he thinks you’re nice, and smart, and pretty, and he wants to date you. You smile as you pull away, pushing his glasses back up his nose from where they’ve slipped and thumbing a section of wet hair off his forehead.

“So, dating, yeah?” You grin, still holding each other.

“I don’t know, I-do you want to?”

“Yes, Sid, I want to,” you giggle, and you’ve barely finished speaking before you’re kissing again. “Y’know, Freud would have said that calling another girl my name was an example of parapraxis”

“Are you really mentioning Freud right now?”

[yanyandam]

ILYYY SM BBYYY PLS I NEED MORE FANFICS !!!!!! I HAVE A REQUEST (I have so many in my head) The members of the bonten confess to reader but a few hours later mikey (or if mikey is part of it someone more important) asks them to sleep with a girl from one of the clubs for information and reader ends up knowing about it even though they confessed their feelings to him just a few hours before LOL

My English is so bad I’m sorry BUT I LOVE U AND ALL UR WORKS ❤️❤️❤️😓😓

(Ignore this request if you're not interested, darling.)

YOOO thanks for requesting! Love the scenario!! ILYT BTW, I appreciate the kindness a LOTTT. Did my best here! WARNINGS: None I think

Manjiro’s confession had come at 3AM, after a long silence between dorayakis on the balcony of a rundown hotel. “I shouldn’t feel this way, but I do. You make me feel like I still exist.” At that moment, you knew there was no escape: not that you were afraid of him, but your consciousness couldn't let go. He was already at the end of his rope, so you might as well try to save him a little. You’d felt it too. That hollow inside him softening just for you. That night was fragile, real.

Then the next day, a whisper from the wrong person at the wrong time. He was seen leaving a club. With a woman. Not just any woman, a known informant. You’re crushed. Sick. You confront him, trembling with rage. He doesn’t flinch. He stares right at you. “I didn’t sleep with her. I was supposed to. Intel said she’d only talk if she thought I wanted her. I played the part. Then I left.” You study him. There’s no shame in his face, but there’s something else, restraint. “I’ve done worse for less. But I couldn’t do that. Not now. Not after you.”His face is neutral, empty. You're getting on his nerves, so why can't he just get rid of you? “You made me hesitate. That never happens.” He flicks ash into the wind, and for a split second, the mask drops, and you see a man trying to believe he’s still redeemable. He doesn't have much strength (or courage) left, but he still tries to hold your hand. Then you seem to hear a little 'Don't leave...'.

Sanzu’s confession was a strange blend of aggressive and awkward. Like it offended him to feel anything. “You ruin my focus. That’s not a compliment. It’s terrifying.” But he meant it. You knew. He dropped this in a message before asking you to join him for the evening. Not that he didn't care, but he didn't know how to verbalize 'love'.

A few hours later, you hear about it. He was seen walking out of a VIP room in a club, fixing his belt. Your heart sinks. You corner him. He laughs,  at first. “You’re mad? It was a mission. Mikey’s orders. I got what we needed.” You glare. He scoffs but there’s a crack in his voice. “I didn’t finish, alright? I started it, but I couldn’t go through. She smelled like desperation. All I could think about was you.” He shakes his head like he’s disgusted with himself. “You’re in my head. She touched me, and it felt wrong. I wanted you. That’s pathetic, huh?”

You see it then, the panic underneath the cruelty. He’s terrified of losing control. But more terrified of losing you. “Just… be careful with me, alright? I’m not good at this. But I want to try.” He looks away. But his fingers twitch, like he’s fighting the urge to reach for you.

Kakucho confessed during your fifth date, at a restaurant. His confession had been calm, like reading you a weather report. “I care for you. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be telling you this.” No theatrics. Just truth in between wine sips.

Then the news comes. Someone saw him at a high-end bar, cozying up to a woman known for dealing gang secrets. You confront him in private. Your chest aches. He doesn’t look away. “Yes. I was tasked to extract intel. She wouldn’t talk otherwise. I did what was needed.”

You whisper, “Did you sleep with her?”

“Yes. It was sex. Cold. Functional. Nothing more.” The honesty stings. He doesn’t apologize. He just explains. “You want sugarcoated lies? Find someone else. I did it because the job demanded it. But I felt nothing. I feel for you.” He moves closer. “I won’t beg. But I won’t lie to you either. This world is built on blood and pain. But what I feel for you? That’s the only pure thing I’ve got left.” His voice doesn’t shake. But his hand on yours? It’s trembling.

Kokonoi told you he loved you while having next to him a suitcase full of money. The simple fact that he let down his unhealthy obsession to look at you only, in the eyes the whole time was enough to prove his sincerity. “I don’t say this shit lightly. But if you left, it’d gut me.” 

Then a call comes. A high-stakes job. A political aide’s mistress with key financial data. He accepts without hesitation. You find out hours later. He doesn’t deny it. “Yeah, I slept with her. She gave me what we needed.” You stare at him like you don’t recognize him. He sits back, jaw clenched. “Look, I don’t expect you to understand. I’m not wired like you. I see survival, I take it.” But then his voice drops, almost too quiet. “But I hated every second of it. She wasn’t you. I kept thinking about how your lips taste. How your eyes look when you’re annoyed.” He sighs and sets down his ring. “If you walk, I get it. But I meant what I said. I love you. And I’ll spend the rest of my miserable life trying to prove that.” He doesn’t beg. But he doesn’t look away either. He doesn’t want you to leave, but he won’t chase you.

Mochi’s confession came in the back of a luxurious shop while he was choosing a dress for you. It was pretty random. “I think I’m in love with you. That’s not weird, right? Shit. It’s weird.” You laughed. He blushed so hard he looked like he was boiling. 

The next day, you hear the worst: he was spotted seducing a girl in the back of a club. Intel operation. You confront him. He’s pale. Sweaty. Instantly panicked. “It wasn’t like that! I didn’t do anything. I was supposed to, but I faked it. Told her I had STD or something, don’t judge me, I panicked!” You blink. He’s dead serious. “I couldn’t do it. I kept thinking about your laugh, how your nose scrunches when you’re mad.” His eyes shine, full of guilt. “You make me wanna be better. Like, so much better. I’ve done horrible shit, but the idea of hurting you? That’s…” He wrings his hands. “Just... please don’t go.” He’s pathetic. And sincere. And yours.

His confession was whispered in the dim lounge above his club. Ran didn’t like big words. “I’ve fucked a lot of people. But I’ve never wanted one the way I want you.” And you believed him. You felt it.

Then comes the knife? He left with a woman from his own VIP section. You confront him with shaking fists. He shrugs, slow and smooth. “She threw herself at me. This was necessary. I kissed her. Thought I’d go through with it. But I didn’t.” You narrow your eyes. He holds your gaze. “I couldn’t. I thought about your voice. Your skin. And it felt... cheap.” He moves closer, surprisingly gentle. “I’ve had empty sex for half my life. What I felt with you? That wasn’t empty. That scared the shit out of me.” You see it then, the man behind the arrogance. A guy who’s been alone too long. Who maybe, just maybe, wants to believe in something again. “If you don’t believe me, I’ll walk. But if you do... I swear, I’ll make this real.”

Rindou’s confession was short. Muted. Probably by the noise of the club at the back of the VIP section. “I like you. Like... really like you. More than I should.” You smiled. You reached for his hand.

Hours later, you hear about the girl. A waitress. He left with her after his shift.  You confront him. He’s red-faced, jaw clenched. “I was scared. Of you. Of this. So I did something dumb.” 

You snap, “So you slept with her?”

He looks down. “Yeah. I did. It was fast. Gross. I didn’t even say her name right.” He looks broken. Ashamed. “I thought I didn’t deserve you anyway. So I sabotaged it before it could matter.”Silence. Then: “But it mattered. You matter.” He takes a shaky breath. “You can go. You should. But if you don’t… I swear I’ll never mess it up again.” And in that moment, you see not a gangster, but a scared young man begging for one more chance.

[slutforwoo]

☆18. I still wanna jump him☆

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were you most likely going to regret this? absolutely. you knew that the minute you responded to his text message. it’d been 2 weeks. 2 weeks since he found out, and you’ve been avoiding him like the plague.

has it been hard as fuck? yes. considering your friend groups mingled a bit. but you managed, you weren’t going to talk to him til he came to you. after all he told you to leave him alone. so you did.

you walk towards the lake, leaves and branches crunching under your footsteps as you get closer. finally you see a tall figure as you get closer to the lake. it’s yunho, with something in his hand? a box?

“yunho”you say as you finally reach where he was waiting, sitting on the bench that was just a couple of steps away.

“y/n.. thank you for um agreeing to talk”he stumbles over his words a bit, clearly nervous about this.

“well i’ve been waiting til you wanted to talk yunho”the sign leaves ur chest. “so. what are we here to talk about?” you ask. acting like you didn’t know exactly why you’re here. you just need to have him admit why you’re here.

“we need to talk about the other day..”he trailed off slightly “I shouldn’t have ran off and lied. I was just caught severely off guard. I didn’t know how to process it. I mean y/n i’ve seen you in a very intimate way. and I didn’t even know it was you. I talked to you.” he rambled. “I just. I was in a shock okay? I didn’t.”

“yunho. I understand but you didn’t even let me explain. you ran out on me, you told me to leave u alone. I wanted to explain. but reality being, I don’t need to yunho. you know exactly why I do this” you said looking up at the man standing in front of you. “I do this to pay my rent, help my parents, pay my tuition. you think I enjoy this?”and you locked eyes with him. “I mean sure I like doing the things I do but it was a last resort” you sigh

he didn’t see it that way. quite frankly when he found out, none of that had crossed his mind. he was just in shock and ignored you instead of talking to you.

“y/n look im sorry. and im sorry because I did tell san”he whispered that last part.

you’re eyes go wide as you fill with slight anger. “you told san?” the question leaves ur mouth as a whisper.

“I’m sorry.. I needed to have someone help and I couldn’t tell mingi or hongjoong because they watch you and well. I didn’t wanna tell jongho”the apology is rambled together. and this time, you turn to look at yunho and you look him in the eyes.

“I really should beat ur ass for telling him you know… but I won’t, because at least you didn’t tell the others.” and your eyes land on the box in his hands. “what’s that?”you ask

yunho takes a deep breath and with shaky hands he hands you it. “I just got you some weed and new rolling try and grinder as an i’m sorry” he says, rubbing his neck awkwardly.

you fight the smile, as you take the box and open it. and sure enough there’s a bag of weed, a black and red gorey rolling tray and matching grinder. he also added pink joint papers. “are u trying to buy my forgiveness?”you question, raising a brow.

“n-no I just”he began to stutter before you cut him off.

“yunho im kidding. I understand why you reacted the way you did. you didn’t know but to be fair it’s not like I knew you were watching my shit”

he lets out a sigh of relief, “I know and after san talked to me I kind of came to that realization. I really hope you can forgive how I acted y/n. I shouldn’t have and i’m sorry” his voice was slightly trembling.

just like that, any anger and frustration you had towards him melted away slightly. you genuinely just wanted him to apologize so you could talk again. especially considering you liked him. and this time you couldn’t deny it anymore.

“I forgive you yuyu. but pull some shit like that again and I will have my friends jump you and i’ll beat your ass myself you got that?”you spoke.

the anxiety washed away from yunho’s body as he let out a small laugh. “I got it don’t worry I don’t plan on doing something like that again” he smiled down at you.

god there it was, the smile that made you feel butterflies every time you were with him.

“just one question though” he said locking eyes with you. “who do you use for ur streams?” he ask with a genuine curiosity.

you freeze looking at him “um well. you can’t say anything okay? because eventually you and ur friend group will find out. but it’s seonghwa and wooyoung” you said trying to read his face as his jaw dropped

“no fucking way? that’s why you all hide your face-”he’s stunned he’s been watching ur friends fuck you this entire time. and he’s been getting off on it???

“didn’t expect that one honestly” he says

“they’ve been very helpful but, i’ve always told them they’re welcome to stop at anytime. like when seonghwa eventually tells hongjoong he likes him. he’ll be cut. and same for whenever wooyoung finds someone” you say taking some of the weed from the bag and putting it in the grinder to roll a joint.

yunho wasn’t shocked honestly, it made sense that they’re help you and thenw when they find someone it’s just immediately over. but how the hell did u never catch feelings?

“how have you not caught feelings for either of them? I mean you guys are like very intimate”

you laugh “you think I can pull seonghwa away from hongjoong? that man has been yearning for years for him. he’s gay yunho. wooyoung on the other hand he. just. yea no. not ever happening. I love him as my friend though” you say shrugging as you started to roll. “plus I like someone so it wasn’t gonna happen” you say.

oh you like someone. yunho felt his heart sink. he was too late there was no way he had a chance with you.

“oh you do?” he said trying to hide the disappointment in his voice. and it made you smile a bit. this man really was oblivious and clueless.

“I like you. yunho” you said, locking eyes with him.

what? there is no way he heard you right. you. like. him??? out of all the people who call at ur feet. you want him?

when you see him freeze you begin to regret what you just told him. and when he notices the words just blurt from his mouth.

“I like you too”

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[formylovetodaryldixon]

"Marley's stickers." Daryl Dixon Imagine.

After returning from a supply run with stickers for his daughter, Daryl is no longer sure if giving them to Marley was a good idea when he finds his crossbow covered in them, especially when he has to leave again with his group.

@eline720: Allright. I see you write with a daughter. Can i please have a one shot when the daughter of Daryl have find stickers. And Daryl searches for his crossbow. Only to find it full of stickers on it. And then the daughter comes in with even more stickers but didn't see Daryl. I find it cute. But i can't write. So thank you so much if ur gonna do it :)

A/N: Hey, Love! Thank you for your request. I didn't have internet when I wrote it and I only read your request once, so it's not exactly how you asked :( but I REALLY hope you like it! Thanks♥

The first airs of spring enter the house the moment Daryl closes the door of his home.

He had been out of Alexandria for 3 days on the almost last supply run: there was one more on the south and that would be it. Sitting in the living room next to her mom, Marley jumps off the couch the moment her blue eyes meet her daddy's, a smile growing on her little face that her dad returns. She is about to be 5 years old, and is easy for Daryl to pick her up in his arms the second she reaches him. Marley practically presses her entire little body against her daddy's, her arms around his neck in a tight hug. For a moment, they stay like that in silence, letting the warmth of their embrace speak for them first, before telling each other how much they had missed each other.

When Marley finally pulls away a little bit to look at Daryl, he smiles the second she kisses his nose, something he did all the time as Marley grew up.

“I missed ya so much, angel.” Daryl uses one hand to push back an obstinate strand of his daughter's hair, which almost always fell towards her face, looking into her eyes. “Did ya miss daddy?”

“I missed you so much, daddy.” Marley nods, pouting in her brave attempt not to cry when two nights ago, a nightmare woke her up and he wasn't there. “You will have to leave again?”

Daryl can see the sadness on his daughter's face as he walks to sit on the couch next to you, leaving on the floor his backpack and the crossbow that he held in one of the straps before sitting his daughter on his lap.

"Jus’ one more time, okay, angel? Then ya, me and Mommy can stay home all day. I'll finally let her teach me how to make those brownies ya love so much."

"But you'll have to wear the apron and everything." You try not to smile too much, but you love the way Marley's face lights up at his words. "You know, so you can get the full experience."

“Fine.” Daryl says with a slight hint of false annoyance, but he leans forward to kiss your cheek in greeting before turning his attention back to Marley. "I found some things for ya, angel. I even found some books without pictures for mommy, too."

“Boring!” She says giggling, but making a face she learned from her daddy.

In response, you wrinkle your nose.

"I gave birth to you but sometimes I don't recognize you as my daughter, baby."

Marley laughs, and it is a sweet and a warm sound that makes Daryl smile as he uses one hand to open his backpack and grab the things he found at a paper store. It is a book with pictures for children, some boxes of colors and sheets of stickers of cartoon animals, some with positive little messages, and when Daryl hands them to her, Marley smiles, her lips curling upward.

“I love them!” She has to tilt her head back a little to look him in the eyes, earning a kiss on the cheek that makes her giggle again. “Thank you, daddy. You are the best!”

She slides off his lap to go to the dining table behind the couch, leaving the two of you for a moment, but when your eyes meet, you chuckle.

“When we met, you swore you didn't love anyone and look at you now: you are a big softie for your daughter.”

Daryl chuckles, too.

“Don’ get jealous, woman. Ya know I love ya too.” His fingers catch your chin in a gentle grip as he leans forward. Daryl presses a kiss on your lips, resting his forehead against yours for a moment. “I missed ya too a lot, Mrs. Dixon. All of ya.”

You let out a soft giggle, loving the fact that you are a Dixon too.

“I missed you too, love.” You pull away slowly. "I'll get the food ready, okay? Marley didn't want to eat dinner until you arrived."

Daryl nods as you get up, getting up as well to walk towards his daughter. Marley is painting, with some colors scattered close to her, and she giggles when he picks her up again, sitting in the chair with her on his legs because Daryl knows she loves when he paints with her. And after a while when they finish the first picture, Marley pulls off a sticker of a yellow fox holding a sign: you did it! and sticks it on his vest at the height of his heart.

Daryl hides his smile, frowning playfully.

“You did it, Daryl Dixon.” She smiles. “You did a very good job.”

“Did he?” You joke the moment you put two plates on the table. “It seems a bit messy to me.”

"What? Yer crazy, woman, this is a masterpiece." Daryl looks at you as if you've gone really crazy or don't know how to appreciate art. "We should replace Marley’s drawin’ on the fridge and put mine up."

“No!” Marley frowns too. "Now I don't think you deserve the sticker, daddy."

“Hey!” Daryl covers it with his hand when she tries to take it back. “Ya gave it to me, young lady. S’ daddy’s now.”

Marley giggles, forgetting the matter quickly.

When dinner is over, Daryl holds his daughter’s hand as they walk up the stairs towards the second floor to get Marley ready for bed. He does it alone to make up for the days and nights he had lost with her, finally tucking her in before telling her one of those stories about he and Uncle Merle playing when they were kids. Marley grew up loving Uncle Merle, and although she didn't know he was a jerk most of the time, Daryl knew his brother would have loved his niece.

Waking up the next morning, the sunlight in that warm season of the year bathes the place and the white walls, and finding himself alone, Daryl rubs his face with one hand, pushing some strands of his brown and long hair out of his face in the way. But the moment he stretches out his arm, Daryl can feel something sticky against his bare chest: and when he raises his head to look down, he frowns as he sees a lot of stickers around his tattoo. Then, he just chuckles, putting his head back in the pillow.

And when Daryl walks into the kitchen; you're eating a strawberry while making breakfast as he finishes buttoning his shirt up.

“I think m’ gettin’ old, peach.” His voice is deeper in the morning, and you chuckle.

“Why?”

“I used to be a light sleeper ‘fore we had Marley, and now I can't feel when our daughter decides to put stickers on ma body while m’ sleepin’.”

You laugh.

“Where?”

“Around the tattoo on ma chest. Had to check that she didn't put ‘em on ma back too.”

You're smiling, loving the situation too much.

“But you pulled them off, right?”

Daryl clears his throat, watching the kitchen clock.

“M’ gotta get ma stuff from the garage. Told Rick we’re leavin’ ‘fore 10.” He walks the other way, leaving the room towards the garage that is behind the dining room. The hallway the connects the two parts of the house is empty until Marley walks from the other side, hiding her hands behind her back. "Whatcha doin’ in the garage, lil’ mouse?"

Her hair is a little bit messy in the mornings, and Daryl smiles as he watches it.

“Nothin’, daddy.” Marley smiles back, surrounding him without turning her back on him. “Love you!”

The moment she reaches the door, she runs back to her mom, leaving Daryl alone as he walks into the room. He learned to put his stuff on the highest shelves when Marley was a baby, and although you two never left her alone in that place, now she had learned not to go near the tools, but when Daryl finally gets to the place where he had put his crossbow last night, not so high this time, he has to close his eyes for a moment.

He's not upset, just... embarrassed.

Daryl takes the crossbow, putting one of his backpack’s strap around his shoulder before walking back into the living room. The moment he takes a step into the room, he can see Marley sitting on the chair next to the table, but when you look up, you have to cover your mouth with one hand, eyes slightly open in surprise: the crossbow is full of colorful stickers, all over it.

“Marley Rose Dixon, care to explain this?”

His voice is always deep, and even though that is the first time Daryl has used his daughter's full name, she looks back at him, eyes smiling because she is not even the slightest bit afraid of her daddy, no matter how serious he gets.

"Last night you said that when an object has only one color it was okay for me to color it, daddy."

Daryl sighs.

“I meant the pictures on yer book, Marley. Not daddy’s stuff.”

Marley looks confused, and you rub your face with one hand, trying to kill a laugh.

“I can take them off. It will only be a few minutes.”

Daryl scratches his forehead, not ready to face the jokes and laughter that were to come from Rick and Glenn as he comes closer to you.

“S’ okay. M’ runnin’ late anyways.” He holds the back of your head with one hand, pressing a kiss on your lips. “Ya can laugh after m’ gone.”

You nod, closing your mouth when he dares to slap your butt playfully, kneeling next in front of Marley to look into her eyes.

“Ya can put all the stickers ya want on daddy’s chest, but not on his stuff. Okay, ma lil’ angel?” He says softly, smiling when she smiles back. “Good. Now give me a hug.”

Marley wraps her arms around his neck, his free hand hugging her small body.

"Please take care, daddy. I love you."

“Love ya too, baby.”

Daryl kisses her cheek, getting up to leave his home once last time. The sun is warm on the exposed skin from his sleeveless shirt, but the moment he reaches Alexandria gate where one member of his family is waiting next to the passenger door of the truck, Glenn has to cover his mouth in shock, trying really hard not to laugh.

“Shut up.” Daryl says, almost threatening like when they met in Atlanta.

Glenn bites his lips, raising his hands in a sign of peace.

“Now I love my little Marley even more.” He says after a few seconds, but hearing his niece’s name, Rick walks around the truck, laughing in surprise, so loudly when he sees Daryl's crossbow in his hand, so much so that he has to put his own hands on his knees. “Wait! How is it that Rick can laugh?”

Daryl narrows his eyes at Rick, hating him for a moment. But ignoring the laughter, Daryl opens the passenger door and puts his things on the floor before climbing in, closing it with a little more force than necessary.

“Are ya done? I got a lil’ girl at home, ya dickfaces. Now let’s go ‘fore I shoot an arrow at ya.”

Rick has to put a hand on his chest to calm down, walking around the truck to get inside while Glenn does the same thing on the seat behind them. A man in charge of the gate opens it for the small group, and as the truck moves down the road, Daryl looks outside the window, waiting for the moment when he could return to his girls, no matter what jokes he had to endure first.

@fluffy-dixon

[lucy90712]

Hey so for Jude Bellingham can you write like Jude cheating on reader, he is very distant with her and she tries to make plans or asks him things like how has ur day been but he either just gives her blunt replies or just completely ignores her. Reader finds out he cheated on her via his phone and she confronts him and she admits it. Then reader leaves him and moves on with someone else (not a footballer just someone random) and Jude regrets what he has done but it is too late. Like pure angst and please make it long! Thank you!

A/n: the timeline on this doesn’t really work but just ignore that

Part 2

Sitting in a restaurant alone waiting for someone to show up is embarrassing. It's even more embarrassing when people know who your boyfriend is and are very clearly judging you and thinking about what might be going on in your personal life. Then the most embarrassing part of it all is having to leave after sitting there for an hour. 

No text no call and no answer. After getting home from the restaurant I stayed up for as long as possible to try and wait for Jude to come home so I could ask him why he didn't show up to the date he planned and invited me on but by 3am he still wasn't home. The next morning he wasn't in bed but he had clearly been home and then left for training but he still hadn't even read the texts I sent him last night. He did post on his Instagram story which explained where he was, he was at a party with all of his friends. I'd love to say that's the first time he's done this but it isn't in fact he's done it countless times in the last few months. 

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Valentine's Day

Two hours ago I got ready in a cute dress and did my makeup ready to go out to dinner with Jude. He's been so busy recently so we haven't spent much time together but he promised me we'd spend Valentine's Day together, he got us a reservation at my favourite restaurant and told me to dress up. That's exactly what I did now I'm sat here still waiting for him to get home two hours after when he said he'd be home. 

It hurts to be left just waiting I was looking forward to tonight and getting to spend some time together as I've missed having him around. He made this move to Madrid out to be the best thing for us but ever since things just haven't been the same. He's always busy and when he's not he chooses to spend time with his teammates instead which I understand but at the same time he's neglecting me and our relationship. I tried to bring this up but he shut me down and promised to spend more time with me which is how we ended up with this date but clearly it's not that important to him. 

Close to 3 hours later Jude finally came home and looked at me incredibly confused when he saw me all dressed up. 

"Where are you going?" He asked 

"On a date with you remember you said we would go out for dinner because it's Valentine's Day" I said 

"I'm so sorry baby I completely forgot this week has been crazy I promise I'll make it up to you another day but I'm so tired is a movie night instead ok" he said 

"Yeah its ok" I lied 

Birthday 

As always I woke up to an empty bed and Jude having left for training. Today isn't any normal day though it's my birthday so all my friends are coming over and we are going to go out for lunch together then hopefully Jude and I can do something together this evening even if it's just watching something together on the sofa. When I grabbed my phone from my bedside table I had loads of messages from friends and family wishing me a happy birthday and my social media was filled with edits done by Jude's fans which were all so sweet. The only notable missing thing was a text from Jude but that's ok he might've been running late and forgot. 

I forgot about Jude as soon as my friends arrived as they all spoiled me far too much but I had so much fun with them. It was nice to be distracted from real life and stop worrying about when Jude will be home, if he will remember it's my birthday or if he still cares about me at all. Once I got back home Jude's car was already in the driveway so I smiled and happily made my way inside to see him. I wasn't expecting Vini and Eduardo to be over but there they were sat on the sofa playing video games with Jude. 

"Hey y/n happy birthday" Vini said 

"I didn't realise it was your birthday Jude didn't mention it but happy birthday" Eduardo said 

"Thanks guys" I said 

"Where have you been babe?" Jude asked still not saying happy birthday 

"I was with my friends they took me to lunch" I said 

"That sounds fun" Jude said going right back to his game 

His friends tried to leave saying he should spend time with me but he said it was fine and that I wouldn't mind so they stayed. While they all sat down stairs having more fun than I was I did some work with tears streaming down my face. My own boyfriend doesn't care about my birthday his teammates cared more than he did. 

Anniversary 

"Happy anniversary love" I said when I found Jude in the kitchen this morning 

"Happy anniversary" he said 

I tried to give him a kiss but he dodged it and went to start packing his things as he has an away game later today so he's leaving soon. 

"I'm sorry baby I've got to go I'll see you later though" he said as he left leaving me all alone yet again 

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Today is a day I always like to forget. Both of my parents died in a car accident two years ago today so it's always an emotional day for me and my siblings, we would like to spend it together to distract ourselves but as I'm in Madrid we can't do that. Instead my friends invited themselves over so that I'd have someone with me which made me feel so much better. They came over early so early that Jude was still here as he hadn't left for training yet. He was doing his own thing as the girls all sat with me and let me get out all my emotions now by telling them memories I have with my parents. 

"You know they'd be so proud of you" one of my friends said 

"I just wish they were here to see all the things me and my siblings have done all thanks to their constant encouragement" I sniffled tears still falling down my face 

"Why are you crying babe?" Jude asked as he walked down the stairs 

"Just thinking about my parents it's the anniversary of their death so I'm just a bit emotional" I said 

"I'm glad the girls are here to make you feel better then I'll see you later ok" he said 

With that he left and my friends all looked at me with an expression I didn't quite understand.

"How long has he been like that?" My best friend asked 

"Like what" I questioned 

"Like you don't matter he didn't even hug you before he left even after you told him why you were upset which he should know anyway dates like this are important for partners to remember" she said 

"I mean it's been a good few months he missed our Valentine's Day dinner he didn't wish me a happy birthday until like 5pm and we didn't do anything on our anniversary" I said finally thinking about how badly he's been treating me

"Girl he doesn't deserve you he's taking you for granted and you don't deserve that" one of the girls said 

"I hate to say this but you need to break up with him clearly he's given up on your relationship and now I might be wrong but wrong but it seems to me like he's found someone else" another said

They were right for months now I've been at the bottom of his priority list and he's nowhere near the Jude I used to know and love. There is no affection there anymore it's like the love we once had is gone. He also has definitely been distant and he's never home so there is a possibility that he could be cheating on me. That's a thought that I'd put in the back of my mind and didn't want to think about but now that someone else that has mentioned it I can't let the thought go. Whether he's cheating or not things definitely aren't how they used to be and I need to get out of this relationship before it's too late. The girls all offered their support and said I can stay with them for as long as I need which gave me the confidence to actually talk to Jude later today. 

When Jude arrived home all the girls left and they wished me good luck which I definitely need as I'm nervous to actually have this conversation even though it needs to be done. Jude went straight to get in the shower so I decided to look at his phone because he told me the password but I have never used it as I trusted him at least until now. It took just seconds of looking for me to find texts between him and this one girl who he had clearly been seeing for months now. He kept saying he would break up with me but the time wasn't right yet and that he wasn't in love with me anymore which hurt to see. I wanted to cry but I held back my tears and instead just sent myself screenshots of everything and then deleted the evidence so he wouldn't know that I knew. 

After his shower Jude took ages to come back downstairs but when he finally did he was looking at his phone and smiling it made me wonder if he was talking to her the girl he'd apparently fallen for. He quickly noticed me staring at him and he just stared back not having a clue what was going on. 

"Jude we need to talk" I said 

"Oh ok is everything alright?" He asked 

"I'm just gong to say it I know what you've been doing and don't lie to me I have screenshots I just want to know when you fell out of love and why you did this instead of just ending things" I said barely holding back tears 

"I don't know it all just happened I'm sorry I should've handled this better I didn't want to hurt you but clearly I haven't done a good job of that" he said 

"Yeah you really have hurt me I should've known when you forgot about our valentines reservations but I was foolish and believed that you were just busy now I know you were with another girl" I said 

"I'm sorry" he said 

"I don't believe you Jude if you were sorry you wouldn't have let this go on for so long it's safe to say we are over I wish you well but please don't try and contact me again I need to just move on" I said 

With that I gathered my things and just left. I left my key, the memories and what felt like half my heart but it had to be done I had to get out of there before I got hurt any more. It's time to move on and start a new life with people around me who truly care about me. 

~~~~~~~~~~

1 year later 

"Come on amor let's go" Carlos called from downstairs 

"Coming" I said running down the stairs 

"Oh wow you look gorgeous" Carlos said 

"Thank you you look good too" I said 

He kissed my cheek and grabbed my hand so we could head out to the car that was outside to pick us up. Just a few days ago Carlos won the French open so we are going out to celebrate. I met Carlos not long after I broke up with Jude I wasn't even looking to date but I just happened to meet him on a night out with my friends and we just clicked. He understood that I wasn't ready to date properly but he didn't give up on me so when I was ready we went on a date and the rest is history. My plan definitely wasn't to date another athlete in fact I wanted to just have a normal life and date a normal guy but I couldn't just let Carlos go and I'm glad I didn't. We have been together officially for 6 months now and they have been the best 6 months of my life he always treats me right and he makes it known how much he loves me. 

Carlos has a lot of friends in Madrid so he decided to come here and celebrate his win with me and my friends as well as his before he goes back home to be with his family. There wasn't really any time to prepare anything so we are all just meeting at a club in town that isn't just open to the public so there shouldn't be lots of people there. All our friends were already there when we arrived as we got caught in a bit of traffic but they didn't seem to mind our lateness they congratulated Carlos on his win and we all went inside. 

As we walked down the stairs all my friends turned to me at once and I wondered what was going on for a second until I saw what they had seen. Jude was right there along with a few of his teammates. I haven't seen him since our breakup which is somewhat of a miracle seeing as I still live and work in Madrid and he has become part of the city. I knew one day we'd meet again I was just hoping it wouldn't be in a day like today I don't want to be thinking about him or to talk to him while celebrating Carlos as tonight shouldn't be about me or my past relationship. Carlos knows everything that happened so once he saw Jude his hand reached for mine and he gave it a comforting squeeze which made me feel a little bit better. The thing is I don't miss Jude at all I'm so much happier now but what he did still hurts me so seeing him for the first time since is a bit painful. 

"We can go somewhere else if you want" Carlos said 

"No it's ok tonight is your night plus he shouldn't affect my life now that's the past you are my present and future" I said 

"Ok as long as you're sure but you are sticking by my side all night" he said 

Jude's POV

"Is that y/n?" Vini asked 

Him saying that caught my attention so I looked in the same direction as him and there she was with all her friends and a guy by her side. I recognised the guy as Carlos Alcaraz the tennis player who just won the French open and a the guy y/n has been dating for at least the last few months. I found that out when late at night after we lost a big game I stalked her Instagram and saw a photo of them together on her private account that she forgot to remove me from. Since that night I have kept an eye on her Instagram I usually check it at least once a week to see what she's been doing and how happy she is without me. 

Since the night that she broke up with me I regretted making all the dumb choices I made that led to that point. Within days I broke things off with the other girl I was seeing and I have been alone ever since I just can't bring myself to see anyone else because they aren't y/n. It sounds stupid because I'm the one that ruined everything I'm the reason she's with Carlos and not me but she was the one I just didn't realise how much I loved her until she was gone. My mum has always told me not to take things for granted as once they are gone you'll realise their true value and that's exactly what I did with y/n I didn't realise just how important she was to me until I made some stupid decisions and let her go. 

I watched her with Carlos for a while and she seemed genuinely happy which made me realise that she hadn't been that happy with me for a long while before we broke up. It was clear to see that she loved him and I could tell that he loved her too because he looked at her the way I did when we first got together. It hurt to see her so happy with someone else because I know I could've had that but now I won't get to share any moment like that with her ever again. I deserve everything that has come to me I made bad choices and as much as I regret them now it won't change anything. 

I have to let her go because for her to be happy I need to not be in her life as much as that hurts. They say if you love her let her go and that's what I need to do let the one go because as much as she might've been the one for me I'm not the one for her. 

[chrxsprettygirl]

𝑻𝒐𝒙𝒊𝒄!𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏!𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒙 𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅…

CW: Underage drinking, weed, sexual behavior, creeps (slight harassment).

AN: Please don’t underage drink it’s not safe and can put you and others in danger. And if u were harassed please confide in someone you can trust take care of yourselves 🤍.

YN’s POV:

Im in a crowd of sweaty people, some of them smoking, some are drinking, we are all having fun. Tara sure knows how to throw a party. Im talking with her the entire night, drinking together. “Im going to the bathroom real quick” Tara yells over the music I nod at her saying im going to sit at the bar, I go over there and order another drink when a guy comes up to me “Hey there gorgeous” I look at him smiling nervously “hi” I say back looking around for someone I recognized failing miserably, he moves closer to me, he reached over fiddling with my curls “Why don’t we go somewhere else and talk?” His breath fanning my neck I back away from him grabbing my cup “um its okai my friend is waiting on me” I say nervously getting of the stool when he grabs my arm pulling me towards him “cmon princess it’ll be worth you while” I pull my arm back glaring up at him “I said no now leave me alone asshole” he looks at me with pure rage “You little bitch” he starts walking to me when some grabs my arm whisking me away through the crowd, I look at them to see Chris, he lead us outside.

“Thank you, you didn’t have to do that” I say smiling up at him he scoffs reaching into his back pocket pulling out a lighter and a blunt “You know I was waiting for you to text me sweetheart” he says lighting it taking a hit “Yeah I’m sorry” he shrugs offering me the blunt I smile taking it “Aren’t you to young to drink? Why are you out here getting plastered?” He question I roll my eyes “What are you gonna ground me dad?” He chuckles I blow out the smoke already feeling it kick in, I pass back to him “What are you doing tomorrow?” “Why?” “Because I wanna talk you out” he says casually looking down at me “w-what?” He passes it back to me but I turn it down “You heard me sweetheart, I wanna take you out tomorrow so are you busy?” He ashes the blunt on the wall turning towards me waiting on an answer, I look into his eye’s debating “Cmon we’ll go wherever you want” he persiste I sigh “Fine, what time?” “Whenever you want darling” I look around grabbing my phone texting him the time and place he smiles as he looks at the messages “Alright let’s get u home want me to take you” “what about your brothers?” “They can call an uber cmon lets go”

The next day…

“Girl you’re not wearing that. You look like you’re going to the grocery store” Stella says going back into my closet looking through it “Stella we’re going to the fair, not a Steak House” I tell her finishing up my makeup “I know but you gotta look like a bad bitch, here” she pulls out a black cami bodysuit and shorts “No that one shows to much cleavage, it’s our first date” i tell her spraying my setting spry getting up to put on my underwear “pleaseeeeeeee im begging you” she follows me around I look at the clothes in her hand snatching them while shaking my head she squeal like a kid who just got 5 dollars “your an idiot” I go into the bathroom and change. I open the door to show her “Omg you look amazing, wait wear these” she grabs a few necklaces and bracelets handing them to me I put them on “Oh I have some press on nails in my drawer take one for me please” she nods running over looking through them choosing one when my phone rings “shit is that him?” I ask her “Yes it is here I’ll go get you ur shoes” he gives me the phone and nails, I answer the call opening the little box applying them “Hii are you there?” I ask him grabbing my lotion and a perfume to match, Stella walks in with my shoes and a pair of sock putting them on for me “yeah I’m pulling in right now” he says “Okay I’ll be down in sec” I hang up thanking Stella, I run over grabbing a bag shoving things I might need into it, I look in the mirror fixing my hair “How do I look” i question “Amazing now go he’s waiting” I smile at her going to give her a hug running out the dorm “HAVE FUN REMEMBER WEAR A CONDOM” I hear her yell “YOUR DISGUSTING” I close the door running down the stairs leading to the parking lot

AN: Part 2? Also to the people saying he’s not being mean or toxic to her, he’s putting on a front for her, soon enough he will start being meaner

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[princesachicana]

𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 pt.2

a/n: it's finally here!! how long has it been?! first things first i want to say thank you to everyone who's been rooting for this fic!! I honestly hit a huge writers block and had no motivation to write!! but all the sweet messages from people saying they enjoyed my work has made me so happy!!! SO ONCE AGAIN THANK U AND I HOPE U ENJOY!! I tried my EXTRA HARDEST SO I HOPE THIS GIVES U THE CLOSURE YALL WANTED I LOVE YOU SM! ALSO THIS IS NOT PROOF READ SO PLEASE EXCUSE ANY MISTAKES!! I JUST WANTED TO FINALLY POST FOR U GUYS!!

It took a lot out of you not to stay in bed the next morning. The softness of your bed wrapped around your body gives you some sort of comfort. But of course, staying in bed would only make you feel worse. At least if you got up it would be easier to fake happiness. To no surprise, your phone was flooded with missed calls and texts from both Steven and Belly. Of course, you only responded to belly telling her that you'll explain your reasoning for ditching your "date" with Steven later.

Why did Steven even bother leaving you so many texts last night? If you were such a bother to him? Annoying. That's what he thinks you are. And what if you never heard those disgusting things he said about you? and went on the date with him? Would he just continue to lead you on?

Steven: waiting for you by the pool.

Steven: ur late

Steven: u look pretty even though i can't even see you. pls im starving

Steven: is belly holding you hostage?

Steven: it's been 18 minutes cmon.

Steven: the guys are going to laugh at me for being stood up I'm getting nervous.

Steven: did something happen are you okay?

Steven: belly is worried as well lmk.

You laughed at the messages blinking back angry tears that threatened to fall. Gosh! he was so fake. You could only imagine how relieved he must have been to not hang out with you.

Belly: have funnnn

Belly: no funny business!!

Belly: wait where did you go?!

Belly: Steven keeps pacing back and forth waiting for u

Belly: what’s going on?

Belly: just let us know ur okay

Belly: y/n ??!?!??

Y/n: hey, something came up last night sorry I had you worried. can u come over?

Belly arrived 20 minutes later. You spent the time together watching reruns of your favorite Disney show. “Do you want to talk about it?” Belly asked after a while, noticing something was bothering you.

“I overheard the guys talking about me last night.” You fiddled with the throw blanket that was on your lap. “At first it was just them teasing Steven about our date or whatever.” You took a deep breath upset that you felt like crying. “But Steven only agreed to hang out with me…” You paused blinking back tears. Belly moved closer immediately pulling you into a hug. “He only agreed to hang out with me…so I could stop annoying him! I honestly don’t know what I did wrong?” You pulled away from belly’s arms wiping your tears that had fallen.

“Maybe I was too forward? but I just wanted to see if he felt the same way…it was dumb.” You shrugged. Belly shook her head “Nope my brother is a fucking idiot!” she stood up taking your hand in hers and pulling you up. “I won’t let you mope around all day because of him!” You sighed “I don’t even have a choice do I?” Belly laughed shaking her head. “What do you say we go to the boardwalk? Taylor’s coming in today too” she smirked.

“And maybe someone would be happy to see you I don’t know” she whispered with a grin. “What are you talking about?” You questioned. “Well you know Xavier..the one that works the lemonade stand?” You nodded your head yes. “Well, he totally has the hots for you.” You cringed at her word choice. “He does not!” You laughed. “Oh, he does! you were too busy ogling my brother last summer you didn’t notice him ogling you.” she poked your side teasingly.

“Now let’s go!”

~

“Stay still before I poke your eye out” Taylor groans finishing up your eyeliner. You were now at the Fisher’s beach house getting ready to go down to the boardwalk. You laugh pulling away “I think that’s enough…if you make my eyeliner any thicker I’d cry!” Taylor playfully pushes your head away. “Sorryyyyy i want to make Xavier fall to his knees when he sees you!” You frown when she brings that name up. Sure, Xavier was a nice guy…and he was cute…but he wasn’t Steven.

You’d always imagined Steven being your first everything. First kiss, first date, first time. It was something you’d dreamt of all this time.

“Yeah…im going to get a snack before we head out do y’all want anything?” You ask heading towards the door. Both girls gave you a sympathetic smile shaking their heads no.

As you reached the kitchen you stopped in your tracks. Steven turned from looking into the fridge. You made eye contact for about 5 seconds before you beelined for the cabinets. “Hey,” Steven broke the silence as you pulled out a granola bar. You felt the warmth of his stare and turned finding him now leaning against the counter. “Hey…” you whispered looking anywhere but his face. “So you gonna tell me what happened last night?” Steven crossed his arms around his chest.

“Just didn’t feel up for it anymore ..” You shrugged nonchalantly. “That’s it?” Steven scoffed. “Yeah…that’s it” you whispered about to walk away. “What’s going on? I’m like so confused right now.” Steven gently gripped your arm. “Nothing just forget it…it’s not like you wanted to go anyways.” you rolled your eyes. “And what makes you think that?” He muttered eyes scouring your face for the truth. “Um, I don’t know let’s see …you quite literally ignored me this entire week!” You responded sarcastically.

“I didn’t mean to. I had a lot of shit on my mind alright?” Steven uttered softly. It almost felt genuine. The words he spoke just last night almost became liquid. “Yeah like what?” You whispered eventually looking into his eyes. “You can tell me..” You spoke gently stepping into him closer. No matter how much he’s hurt you. Steven would always make you melt. “Nothing let’s just forget about it…he pulled away opening up the fridge once again.”

It was like a switch was flipped. How he went right back to that cold shoulder he had been giving you all week. “You're a fucking asshole” You spewed, already ready to walk out of the kitchen. “Where are you going?” He abruptly spoke again. “The boardwalk…you know? so I won’t annoy you here.” With that, you left a confused and remorseful Steven behind.

~

“Hey, look y/n why don’t you go get a lemonade?” Belly suggested with an eyebrow raise. Shit. you were hoping they forgot about that. “Guys I don’t feel up for this..” You pouted looking between both Taylor and Belly. “Noooo go talk to him! you look hot as fuck.” Taylor gently grabbed your face giving you a mini pep talk.

“What if Xavier wants to hang out..I cant just ditch you guys?!?” You were stalling and they knew it. “We’ll be here waiting for you” Belly smiled. “Just try to have fun alright? But hey if you don’t really want to do it …we’ll back off” She narrowed her eyes at Taylor. “No…I’ll go” You laughed giving both of them a hug “Thank you guys.i really appreciate this.” You’d definitely still be moping around in your room about Steven if it wasn’t for Belly and Taylor. They both wished you luck as you headed straight for the lemonade stand.

As soon as he spotted you. The biggest smile spread across his face. “y/n? damn, it’s been so long” Xavier greeted you with a hug. “It’s only been a year!” You playfully ruffled his curly hair that sat atop his head. “That’s way too long…I enjoy seeing pretty girls year-round.” He spoke smoothly, he definitely knew how to talk to girls. “Shut up” You laughed pushing him away with not that much force.

“I have an hour lunch break…you up for arcade games?”

~

“So…you seeing anyone?” Xavier asked as he ate a scoop of his mint chocolate chip ice cream. You thought about it for a moment. Technically no you weren’t seeing anyone. But you knew you were still hung up on Steven. A day at the boardwalk with Xavier wouldn’t change that. “It’s complicated…I guess” Xavier sighed “I've been there…it’s rough” You nodded you were curious as to what he meant but you didn’t want to be nosey.

“Hey, look they have street fighter..” Xavier smirked. “Want to go a couple of rounds?” You nodded immediately pulling him towards the game. “Mhhm loser buys the winner a funnel cake!” You suggested with a chuckle. “Ouuu im so down y/n” Xavier squeezed your hand that held his quickly striding towards the arcade game.

Just two more steps, Just two more steps and you’d be fine. The rowdy yelling completely threw you off. You stopped in place looking behind you where the voices were coming from. You had no time to move out of the way, no time to prevent this from happening.No time to stop the trio of boys that you knew all too well. Suddenly a body collided with Xavier, the force immediately making your intertwined hands lose. “Dude, what the fuck?” Xavier groaned. It was then that you snapped back into reality. Eyes wide when you noticed Xavier’s ice cream now all over his shirt.

“What’s up? how are we doing?” That voice full of humor made you scoff. Steven stood tall a smile on his face. You hated that it kind of made your heart flutter. “Steven, what is your problem?” You gestured towards Xavier’s now ice cream stained shirt. “He’ll be fine y/n it’ll wash out.” Steven laughed, but once he noticed you didn’t find this funny at all he frowned. “I’m sorry man, I just came over to say what’s up..” You ignored Steven’s apology not believing he meant it. “Hey want me to help you get cleaned up?” You asked Xavier voice full of concern.

“No.I got it…I’ll see y’all later.” Xavier spoke nonchalantly as he walked away. When he was out of eyesight you brushed past steven heading out the door.

“Y/n” Steven immediately followed behind you. His long legs make it easier for him to catch up with you. “You embarrassed me” You stopped outside the arcade, letting him pull you to the side. “Embarrassed? sorry to interrupt your little date” Steven scoffed. “It's not a date we were just hanging out, why do you care?” You groaned running your hands down your face. “Maybe because just yesterday you were supposed to hang out with me?” Steven spoke definitively.

“Oh my god, just earlier you agreed to forget about it,” you said with an eye roll. “It was dumb, stop acting like you care just go home Steven I did you a favor.” He shook his head “What are you talking about right now?” Steven pulled you in closer, one of his hands placed on your waist. The other coming to the side of your face, willing you to look at him.

“I heard you.i heard everything,” you spoke up voice hoarse. Steven’s heart carried pain at the tears that stood brimming in your eyes. The realization was clear when he made the connection. “And you know..who cares what Jeremiah and Conrad think! what hurt the most was you.” You shrieked. You hated that you were crying in front of him. You hated that when he hauled you against his chest you felt secure.

“I'm sorry baby... I'm sorry” Steven sounded voice vulnerable. Leaving kisses atop your head. “Why would you say that?” you sobbed breaking down in front of the boy who caused it. “I didn't mean any of it” Steven brought your face between his hands once again. “But you said it..it still fucking hurts Steven.”

You wiped your face getting prepared to pull away and walk back home.

“Wait, please let me talk to you.” Steven begged. “okay” you replied being prepared to cry all over again. “My head has been all fucked up..and that isn't an excuse I know” Steven looked down as if he couldn't construct the next words. “Please don't shut me out.” you pleaded gently. “I want you...i have all this time.” Steve confessed for the first time.

“—And I didn't want to fuck anything up we've..been so close all our lives if I ever messed that up I would never forgive myself.” It's as if you were dreaming, the boy you loved stood in front of you disclosing his feelings for you. “And what? this whole week of you acting cold towards me, were you trying to avoid your feelings?” Steven bobbed his head “Yes, if I lied to myself it would make lying to everyone else easier because the fucking truth is I want you so bad” You didn't tell him but at that moment you forgave him.

“And you called me the annoying one?” You giggled pushing on his chest gently. “Right now we could have been making out on the beach….but noo you had to be a brooding boy” Steven tickled your side, causing you to squirm in his arms. “Yeah, my fault can I kiss you now? been practically wanting to my whole life.” Steven threw his head back fake pouting setting one hand over his chest. You figured you'd throw his words right back at him. “You're so desperately desperate”

Steven smirked “Yeah for you? I am” Those words welcomed a whole lot of beautiful feelings. At that moment is when Steven bent down bringing his lips down onto your own. As your lips moved together, butterflies erupted in your belly. You smiled against his lips when you both needed a breath. “Hey, by the way, your not off the hook.. I'm still sort of pissed at you.” You declared pointing a finger into his chest.

“Yeah, I figured” He laughed wrapping his arms even tighter around you. “How about I make it up to you this whole week? I'm taking you out on dates…ill even get on my knees if I have to. I'm going to follow you around like a puppy.” Steven rambled on. You laughed out loud covering your mouth with your hands. “Oh, it's funny?” Steven raised an eyebrow suggestively. “Yeah, you're such a loser.” You joked.

Before Steven could respond you tugged him into another kiss. Perhaps everything wasn't one hundred percent fixed. But you and Steven were finally here together. You and Steven were finally in each other's arms that's all that mattered. You’d figure out the rest together.

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[miyseilish]

okayy so its my first request to someone so I HOPE YOU’LL GET WHAT I Say

I just discover ur work and I like it<3 and I dont find alot of ppl who write abt atsv in 2025 :( ( my current hyperfixation help me )

soo i have a idea of a miles morales x reader if u want

since its summer i kinda imagine a miles x reader and the trope is kinda a summer situationship / summer fling like he goes back to puorto rico for summer and he met y/n ( she can be new in the neighbourhood or its his old childhood friend or she is just here for a trip ).

I kinda imagine a story w a vibe of « DeBí TiRAR Màs FOToS » by Bad bunny espcially the music « DTMF ».

for the rest of the story, u can do whatever u what! if u want to do fluff? do fluff. angst? do angst. WHATEVER U WANTTT

Anyways I hope u like the ideaa( if u dont u can ignore my request dw ), if u need smth u can message me <3 !

srry for the mistake , englishisnt my first language :p

bye bye<3

we will always have summer

pairings : m.morales x reader

genre : fluff, yearning, not rlly angst but ghosting?

summary: miles goes on a trip with his family in the summer, he meets you and when it’s time to part there’s always some way you’ll find each other

a/n : finally did this request, I tried my hardest cause I don’t rlly listen to bad bunny but have friends that do!! enjoy this request. and yes I used tsitp for the title so whaat

it was finally summer, after 10 long months of torture at visions Miles is free from school.

the second he got out of school he already had to start packing for his trip to Puerto Rico, his mom planned the trip until the end of august.

he was excited finally going back after a few years. he missed the restaurants and the beaches and all the memories he made there. and he was excited to make more.

the minute he got there he blew his phone up with photos of the nice view. waves of nostalgia hit him every place he walked.

after annoying his parents for an hour straight, they let him roam around the beach that they were staying at near.

when miles got to the beach he took in the warm skies, the sand and the ocean. until he found something else that caught his eye, you.

he didn’t think about it much until every few minutes he looked up to see where you were.

although he was a bit shy to go up to you and say something, one of his cousins convinced him too.

“excuse me?” he said tapping your shoulder.

“hmm?” you reply turning around. to your surprise you see a cute boy with curly hair and freckles. his eyes were like a deers.

“I saw you from over there and I was wondering if you wanted to hang out?” he finally got out of his throat.

“sure, I’d like that.” you say with a soft smile causing his heart to beat fast.

—

for the rest of the day at the beach you guys got to know each other.

you grew fond of him and you both learned that each other was on vacation.

you both found out you lived in New York, even if it was different neighborhoods at least you guys could see each other.

the more you guys talked, the more miles felt in love with you. everything about you made him smile.

when you guys had to say goodbye for the night he was upset even though you guys could meet the next day. he got your number before he left, planning to text you all night.

when he got back to their hotel, he was smiling the whole time. even when Rio or Jeff asked him what was up he couldn’t even tell them why.

the whole night he felt like he was on cloud nine. when you guys got to texting it was all the way until sunrise and you guys met up on the beach again.

—

after almost a month of knowing each other, your family was the first that had to leave. Miles was upset for sure, but knowing he would see you again back in New York made him hopeful.

when you left, most texts got shorter. you guys mostly called but there were days he spent time with his family or you had other things to do.

you two began to drift apart, even with each other on your minds there was not many times to reach out.

most days when you guys didn’t talk he would just go through his camera roll, all the videos, photos and bursts you guys made in such short time kept him busy until you guys would meet again.

when school started again. miles was prepared for yet another boring nine months. he missed you a lot and all he wanted to do was talk to you.

during passing period, where the halls was most crowded. he didn’t look at where he was going and bumped into someone.

“I’m sorry!” you say immediately looking up to see miles, your summer fling that dragged itself to fall.

— miyseilish 2025, my work will not be copied, paraphrased or copied

[skribbledarker]

Little snippet from my modern au I’m working on (instead of all my other fics…. oops). Take this lovely ‘morning after Nami’s birthday party’ scene, from Sanji’s POV.

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11:43AM, His phone’s clock reads, and his face involuntarily scrunches at both the late hour and the light emanating from the screen. Still half-asleep, he scrolls through his notifications, spotting three new messages from Nami that she must’ve sent this morning.

He opens the messages app with a yawn, clicking on Nami’s contact (Mellorine,in his phone) to see some photos from last night. The first image is of her, front and center with a bottle of champagne in one delicate hand, a knife in the other as she prepares to pop it open. The next two are of the chaos after, foam from the bottle shooting out of frame and covering everyone there, he’s sure.

He doesn’t know why, exactly, he’s receiving these photos in particular, but Nami looks radiant in all three of them. He sends her a text telling her as much.

Me (11:44)

Lovely pictures. you’re gorgeous, as always

Mellorine (11:45)

sanji no

omfg look at it again please

before i lose my shit

Sanji scratches lightly at his goatee, sitting up a little in his bed. He does as she asks, squinting a little harder at his screen as he opens up the image again to see what she’s talking about. There’s nothing Sanji deems lose-Nami’s-shit-worthy about the picture, just the same thing he saw before, so he takes a closer look into the background.

There’s Luffy on the right, a handful of finger food that he looks to be shoving down his throat as fast as possible, Usopp’s hair peeking up a little behind Nami’s hand in the center, and then… Sanji himself in the back, barely visible, arms slung around some guy’s neck and a smile plastered on his face like he’s just won the lottery—

Shit. Wait.

Sanji zooms in closer to the corner of the photo, and realizes the neck he’s hanging off of in the photo is attached to a very, very recognizable green head.

”Fuck,” Sanji mouths, scrolls past the second one straight to the last. Right in the top left corner, They’re nearly in the same position as the first, except Sanji’s hand is fisted into Zoro’s hair and oh, they just might be kissing. Yeah, no— it’s quite obvious, actually, which means that Sanji is so, so, astronomically fucked.

Me (11:47)

Oh my god

Mellorine (11:48)

i‘m laughing at you right now btw

Me(11:48)

Nami.

Love

Light of my life.

What happened?

Mellorine(11:48)

am i the person you should be asking that question to

Me (11:48)

No no I can’t

Nami please.

Mellorine?

Nami

…

Nami?

Five minutes of staring at his phone later, Nami still hasn’t answered him. A few more minutes of panic later, Sanji decides that it doesn’t even have to be a big thing, because so what, he’s never kissed a guy before? Sanji’s bisexual— in theory. So what, it’s Zoro? That… is an entire can of worms he really does not feel like opening at noon on a Sunday. He just needs to know what happened. He just needs to know what the fuck happened.

In the end, Sanji shoots the guy a simple ‘hey,’ which he hopes is enough to get the ball rolling. It doesn’t take long for Zoro to respond.

Mosshead (12:02)

hi

Me (12:02)

So

Are we cool?

Cause last night

Mosshead (12:03)

yeah

js cut ur nails next time jfc

Me (12:03)

Wtf are you talking about?

Mosshead (12:06)

[photo]

[photo]

Me (12:08)

Holy fucking shit

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yyyyyyeahhhh…. guess what was in those photos. I’m leaving it up to the reader (because im too fucking lazy to write the rest…..oops). hope you enjoyed!! more coming soon…p-probably…. ;) also how do you format messages in a tumblr text post i had a stroke doing this.

[lelengerine]

hi can i be apart of the youth lovesome event? may i request johnny and call me- wayv

🫧

͙͘͡★ bubbling messages

song prompt. “we’re in the same class, and i’ve only ever known you as the person who never speaks—until i missed a lecture and asked for your notes, and for some reason, i can’t stop texting you about the weirdest things. turns out i was just looking for excuses to talk to you more”

pairing. classmate!johnny x academic weapon!reader

tags. strangers (classmates) to crushes au, lots of fluff and a bunch of teasing bc... c'mon its johnny, no specific prns used, not fully proofread, i can't tell if i missed out on anything...

wc. 1.3k words

notes. super sorry this came out late op 😞😞 honestly you can think of this like an alternative universe to the other johnny drabble i made for this event 😭 though i like how both have parallels in a sense hehe !! lmk ur thoughts on this onee ;0; likes, reblogs, and feedback are very much welcome <3

꒰ m.list | event m.list ꒱

you know johnny suh by name, by reputation, by the way his laughter carries across the lecture hall, reaching even the farthest corners where the shadows settle between rows of indifferent students. his voice has a way of peeling away the stillness, scattering it like leaves before a sudden gust of wind.

he’s the kind of person who doesn't merely exist in a room—he claims it, not through force, but through the gravity of his presence. leaned back in his chair with an effortless sprawl, long legs outstretched as if daring the world to ask him to move, he speaks with an easy boldness, a glint of mischief ever present in the curve of his mouth.

you are the opposite.

your place is in the quiet: the corner seat near the window where light pools and dust dances lazily in the air. you take your notes with almost sacred precision, pages filled with neat, unbroken lines that feel like a small kind of rebellion against the chaos of everything else and slip out before anyone has a chance to remember you were even there. 

you are, by all means, forgettable and you have built your life carefully as such, like stacking stones on a riverbed with each piece meticulously placed. each day being unremarkably the same. it wasn’t like you minded. the silence was a sanctuary for someone like yourself, a fortress made of soft, uninterrupted minutes. 

it is safe.

it is enough.

it has to be.

at least, it was—until johnny misses a lecture, and for the first time, he sees you.

the first message arrives on a random thursday evening, when the world outside your window was blurred by rain and the air hummed with the distant growl of thunder.

hey, do you take good notes?

you stare at your screen, fingers pausing midair, stunned not by the fact that johnny suh is texting you—even though that alone was unexpected—but because the answer to his question was so obviously yes that you wonder if he’s ever even looked in your direction. 

your fingers hover over the keyboard. it would be easy to leave him on read and to figure out his own sufferings, but something tugs at you—a quiet curiosity, a whisper of possibility that eventually causes you to act before thinking.

yeah. sending them now.

you watch the file upload, the small spinning icon hypnotic in its slowness, and you tell yourself that’s the end of it. a transaction, nothing more.

you expect silence in return. you expect him to forget you again, as he always had before, but the next day, your phone buzzes during breakfast.

thanks again! you saved me big time.

and then another, hours later.

also, your handwriting is scary neat. are you really human? you almost laugh—almost—and realize, with a strange flutter of realization, that he is still talking to you.

at first, it stays tethered to class. questions about assignments. clarifications about lectures. easy, straightforward exchanges that you could pretend meant nothing, but soon, the messages begin to slip loose from their academic moorings.

if we replaced all the blood in our bodies with capri sun, would we survive?

you frown at your screen, forehead vaguely creasing at the absurd thought because no. that’s not how blood works.

right, but imagine if it did. hypothetically.

you snort after realizing he never needed a proper answer. he just wanted to talk, and strangely, you didn’t mind indulging his antics.

everything else happens gradually after those exchanges. his texts weave themselves into your days, filling the small spaces between routines, like vines curling into cracks in an old wall. a random observation here, an outlandish question there. sometimes, he doesn’t even wait for a response before sending another thought into the void of your inbox.

have you ever looked at a word for too long and it stops making sense? because “giraffe” is really throwing me off right now. 

hey. what’s your stance on people who bite into string cheese instead of peeling it?

you pretend to be exasperated each time a notification pops out with him as the sender, a long sigh escaping your chest, but your fingers type responses faster than you’d like to admit. each reply carries a little more of your personality, a little more openness, and you begin to wonder whether this was all just an excuse to get you to open up to him.

the thought makes your stomach flip, and you tell yourself it doesn’t mean anything. that you’re overthinking. that you’re imagining things. but when your phone buzzes, and your heart leaps before your brain can reason with it, you realize you’re lying to yourself.

you like this.

you like talking to him.

and maybe it’s because of that fragile, forming truth that you start to notice him more—not just through your phone, but through the living, breathing spaces between you.

the way he leans back in his chair, fingers drumming against the desk when he’s lost in thought. the way his laughter catches you off guard, warm and unrestrained, a sound that makes the room feel smaller—like a shared secret. the way his gaze lingers now, like he’s studying you, like he’s seeing you in a way no one else ever has.

and the worst part?

you look back.

sometimes, across the lecture hall, you catch him watching you. and sometimes, just sometimes, you let him.

your phone buzzes one evening while you’re curled up in bed, and you already know who it is.

be honest. you’re kinda enjoying this, aren’t you?

the words hang in the air, heavy and deliberate, brushing against something inside you that's too tender to name. you hesitate, heart stumbling over itself. something about the message feels different. more intentional. and you know this isn't related to another silly joke of his. 

your fingers hesitate over the keyboard, the action of sending a reply feeling foreign now that your brain is wracking itself in search of a response. you could downplay it, deflect, pretend you don’t care as much as you do.

but instead, you type a vague maybe.

you expect him to tease you, to turn it into something playful, but his next text is surprisingly soft.

good.

two letters, one syllable—and yet it feels heavier than anything he’s ever said before. you stare at the word until your vision blurs, heart thrumming a shaky rhythm against your ribs while you remain unable to respond.

guess i needed an excuse.

you wonder what he means. an excuse—to talk to you? an excuse to see you? an excuse to notice someone he was never supposed to notice?

you swallow. there’s a feeling blooming in your chest, slow and hesitant but undeniably there. something about him unsettles you—not in a bad way, but in a way that makes you feel seen, as if he’s reaching into the quiet parts of you and bringing them to light.

the next morning, the campus is washed in the soft gold of early sunlight, the world still carrying the hush of a day not yet fully awakened.

you enter the lecture hall, expecting the same routine, the same comfortable invisibility.

and yet this time, he’s there.

johnny, standing by your usual seat, hands tucked into his pockets, looking so casual it feels deliberate. "hey," he greets, like it’s the most natural thing in the world for him to be here, waiting for you.

you only blink, unsure if you’re still caught in the haze of sleep. 

his grin widens, eyes twinkling with something unreadable but unmistakably warm. "thought i’d sit next to the person i’ve been texting so frequently today. you cool with that?"

your pulse flutters. you try to scoff, to act unaffected, but the way he’s looking at you makes it impossible. somehow, you find yourself nodding, lips curving into something small but genuine.

johnny falls into step beside you, close enough that your shoulders nearly brush. and when he sits next to you, tilting his phone so you can see his next absurd text in real time—

you realize you don’t mind this at all.

actually, you think you might want more of it as long as it's him.

[stillintoeddie]

HANG UP | carlos sainz x original female character

social media/real life/messages fic

part 4/6

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gabby44 hi twitter or as would max call it: hello x 🤓☝🏻

i’ve got a bit of time right now since we all happily landed in canada this morning, and i thought we could do a little q&a so ask questions below xx

user1 where do u get ur clothes from??

gabby44 mostly by thrifting, vinted, depop. i got some designer pieces but most of them were gifted to me. i don’t rly like spending too much money on clothes.

user2 have u ever had a boyfriend? i feel like you’ve never talked about this publicly

gabby44 i have. but i’d rather not talk about it since it was before my “career” and he didn’t give me permission to mention him x

user3 how long have u known max?

gabby44 since i was 10 and he was 12 :)

user4 are u talking to someone right now? romantically?

gabby44 not that i’m aware of. but i do have a crush if that’s what u mean x

user5 what’s ur favourite song at the moment?

gabby44 i can’t stop listening to say my name by destiny’s child so that’s my fav at the moment x

maxverstappen when will u give me back my hoodie my dearest, most loving, beautiful friend?

gabby44 next… question x

user6 have you ever thought of max in a romantic way

gabby44 as much as i love max and i think he’s one of the best good looking men out here i can’t think or never thought of him in a romantic way. we’ve shared so many memories with each other that shaped us into siblings that im physically unable to look at him romantically. but i love him the most in my life.

user7 do you stay in touch with any other f1 driver other than max?

gabby44 i keep in touch with most of them but day to day it’s charles, lando and carlos x

user8 if you were to kiss, marry and kill previously mentioned f1 drivers how would u put it?

gabby44 i would marry max because we already basically live and spend so much time together we started to fight like an old married couple, kill charles because if i chose it any other way alexandra would murder me and it leaves me with kissing carlos but i’m not complaining xx

user9 i’m moving to a new country next month and i’m very stressed. how have you dealt with leaving your family behind and moving abroad? i’m aware you move occasionally a lot when the races are on but i mean like in general. how to do it?

gabby44 unfortunately i do not have an exact answer. it was easy for me because my dad and i’s relationship wasn’t the best and it wasn’t hard for me to leave it. i saw it as an opportunity to start a new, better life. and i had max by my side. i recommend moving to a place where you know at least one person, then its easier. i moved out when i was freshly 18 and i met such an amazing people throughout the years. if you ever need an advice you can text me. i gave you a follow so we can chat when you need it:)

gabby44 okay you lot it’s over for today because i’ve got errands to run and my phone keeps overheating. remember don’t charge and use your phone at the same time. anyway, ill do something like that again very soon xx

~~~

gabriela put the phone down and got up of her bed. it’s a race day tomorrow and since they’re in canada she has the opportunity to go to her favourite coffee place. it is most definitely not a very popular place but the coffee there is amazing. she put on the first tracksuit she could find and put on her redbull jacket. it was a bit cold today.

‘what are we gonna listen to today?’ she asked herself as she put on shuffle on spotify.

tides thrash inside

baby, i’m high octane

forever in shock wave

my core vibrates in an opium haze

she left the hotel room, went to an elevator and walked passed the lobby. she didn’t notice a single sing that was around her.

yet you think we’re the same

the skyline falls as i try to make sense of it all

i thought i’d uncover your secrets, but turns out there’s more

when she had her headphones on, the world didn’t exist. she didn’t think about anything.

or that’s what she was used to.

you adored me before

oh, my good looking boy

she couldn’t help but think of carlos. of his eyes. of his lips. of his smile. of his hair. of his arms, hands, back, ears.

she missed him.

she’s not talked to him since the “argument” before her meeting with her father. the truth is she wasn’t mad. she was just stressed about her meeting. she always got tensed when it came to talking about her father.

she doesn’t even know why she didn’t talk to carlos in the first place. she’s not talked to anyone but max since that day. her father embarrassed her. the whole night was a disaster.

‘if you invited me just to embarrass me in front of your new wife then you could have at least pick a better place with better food so it wouldn’t go to waste fully.’ gabriela snapped at her father after he just commented on her looks.

you look pale, your hair is too long, your nails are overgrown. why haven’t you gotten married yet? choose a better career, you’re not gonna live off of being a photographer for silly drivers. why aren’t you with eric anymore?

‘i do not appreciate your tone, young lady.’ he snapped back at her as he grabbed the table. ‘i invited you because i simply thought you were done being forever mad and childish.’

‘childish? me? i am being childish?’ she stood up and looked at her father’s wife. ‘it was nice to meet you and i feel pity for you for marrying such a dick.’

everyone gasped. looks like she said it a bit too loud.

‘goodbye, father. do not contact me ever again.’ and with that, she left.

turned off her phone, got home, got dressed into a random set of pyjamas. but she didn’t do one thing. didn’t lock the door so after a few hours of being offline and not giving anyone updates on her being, she saw max in front of her door. she didn’t say a thing. she just let him in. and he stayed, as usual.

as always.

it’s always gabriela and max.

both the children of abusive fathers.

~~~

‘thank you, cheers.’ exactly 5 seconds after leaving the coffee shop she bumped into someone’s back which resulted in spilling half of coffee. ‘fuck, i’m so sorry- oh god, carlos?’

‘you’re lucky you always get your coffee iced,’ he muttered pretending to be mad but his eyes were giving him out. he couldn’t be mad, especially at gabriela. ‘i’m joking, mija. what are you doing here? are you okay? you’ve sort of vanished since we last talked?’

‘i’m…okay. the meeting with my father was hard, as usual. and listen, i’m sorry i left you hanging and was rude. i guess i was just nervous about my father and you know how he gets into my head. anyway, can i make it up to you somehow?’

‘first of all, let’s get you a new coffee and then we can go for a walk to some shop to get us new shirts,’ carlos said with a caring smile on his face. no longer than 5 minutes later carlos got back with two coffees while gabriela was waiting outside. ‘there you go, an oat iced latte with a vanilla syrup.’

‘how did you-‘

‘some things never change, no?’

~~~

‘okay so, tell me how meeting with your dad went.’ carlos said as he sat down. keeping eye contact all this time.

‘long story short as soon as i arrived at the restaurant he commented on my clothes, then said that i look fat and why did i break up with my ex. even tho we broke up 3 years ago but huh, this is how much attention he’s paying to me.’ gabriela began explaining. ‘also said that my job is “stupid, useless, won’t get me anywhere and these boys will fuck you and leave you without a job” but i actually don’t remember that i signed a contract to “be fucked” but i signed this stupid contract to do what i love.’

she was ranting and ranting and ranting and carlos was just sat there listening. she told him about everything that happened in the last year and he was so mad that he wasn’t there for the past year to help her go through that like he used to. he was aware they were just friends back then, like they are now and that she had max on her side but he just had the need to help her. to take care of her. to be next to her at all times.

‘and yeah, that’s basically what happened.’ she finished and looked at her friend. ‘i’m sorry i ranted to much but i didn’t think i needed it that much.’

‘that’s okay, cariña. i understand,’ he said and pulled her closer to him. ‘i’m here now and i’m sorry i wasn’t there earlier.’

gabriela felt safe with him, happy. heard.

‘i missed you, you know?’ she confessed quietly.

he looked at her and smiled, ‘i missed you too, mija. very much.’

~~~

lando my bfs gf and i

liked by: carlossainz55, gbrlle44, maxverstappen1, baileyphillips and 899,763 others

user1 what did i miss

user2 user1 i know this song

baileyphillips u mean my girlfriend

carlossainz55 what on the hell

gbrlle44 carlossainz55 we are on earth chilli

maxverstappen1 and what if i died right now

danielricciardo KI KI KIIIIIIIII

lando danielricciardo RHAAAAA

user4 where is her outfit from it’s so gorg

carlossainz55 i’m trying to read the caption but i don’t get it

charles_leclerc why wasn’t i invited

lando charles_leclerc it wasn’t planned look at our faces we look confused

gbrlle44 lando u always look confused xxx

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dailynews SHOCKING NEWS gabriela herrera and carlos sainz recently spotted together in public again! not long after that a formula1 driver lando norris posted on his instagram account a confirmation about previously stated topic. are they going to confirm it publicly? or is gabriela going to wrap another man around her finger and say that they are just friends AGAIN and leave him just like he left her long time boyfriend max verstappen? stay tuned for more. as always, fastest and most accurate daily news.

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max: have you seen the newest post this shitshow posted?

gabriela: no, should i?

max: i think you should but wait

incoming facetime call

‘what?’ gabriela said as she saw max’s face on her phone

‘show me your surroundings.’ max stated calmly but his voice low.

gabriela super confused switched her camera around to show him that she’s on her bed, only a bag of crisps in sight and potentially something that looks like a tv remote. ‘what are you needing this for?’

‘okay now, stay on facetime with me and look what i sent you.’

‘you’re so weird max-‘ she said and as she opened her laptop and looked at the screenshot the screen. ‘can’t be-‘

the second she saw it her phone fell off her hands and all max heard was a long chain of swear words, both in english, spanish and some in a language he didn’t recognise. ‘QUE CARAJO I WILL FUCKING KILL SOMEONE WHEN I FIND OUT WHO WRITES THIS SHIT.’

‘calm down babe, you know how they are.’ max stated calmly, trying to calm her down. but the second gabriela starts to speak in spanish- it’s over. ‘gabriela, breathe.’

‘i don’t understand this max, why do they hate me so much? i didn’t do anything, ever.’ she let out a quiet sob, she really didn’t understand why this was happening to her.

‘it’s okay, none of this is true anyway.’

‘yeah, not entirely…’ she said quietly as she put her face in her hands. ‘carlos and i did go on a date tho. well, i wouldn’t call this a date because it was freshly after we talked to each other after all this time of being no contact but we went out a few times after that but it was strictly friendship-wise. i think.’

‘that’s fine,’ he said. gabriela noticed a small change of his facial expression. ‘you’re a grown woman, you know what you’re doing. and i’m rooting for you.’

‘thanks max.’

‘no problem, gabs.’

~~~ author’s notes ~~~

alright people i’ve got two more parts prepared, and i think you will like it although the last part will be just ‘social media’ written! i’ve got so many ideas in my head for new fics that i will write and since i’ve got some issues with focusing i can’t write it at the same time or i will mix up the stories AND WE DONT WANT THAT DO WE xx

i also have some max ones. and messy stuff that includes both max and carlos. stay tuned x

[juliettejwnewinesa]

hii babe!! 💖 i had a spicy lil idea for a heeseung ff if ur taking requests hehe what if he gets caught in a celeb scandal bc he’s lowkey sleeping w his stylist 😭 like the media finds out, fans go feral, and it’s all messy + dramatic?? i feel like u’d eat that up fr 😩💅

omggg STOP 😭😭 that’s actually such a serve omg why did my brain immediately start plotting when i first saw this request 💅 the drama?? the forbidden vibes?? the press conferences and fan chaos??? i’m obsessed 😩 I like made it suoer quick cuz I had exams so def not my best work but here you go babe, hope you like it 💋

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Behind the curtains

You jolted awake to the sound of your phone buzzing on the nightstand. The room was dim, the soft light of the morning creeping through the curtains, but your mind was still foggy from sleep.

You reached for your phone, half-expecting it to be a spam message or an alarm. Instead, your eyes widened when you saw the notifications flooding in.

"Dispatch Exclusive: ENHYPEN’s Heeseung Spotted Leaving Hotel With Stylist — Are They Dating?"

Your thumb trembled as you opened the article.

"ENHYPEN's Heeseung caught in scandalous hotel sighting with his stylist, Y/N! Fans are divided—are the two secretly involved?"

Your heart skipped a beat as the blurry photos filled your screen. There you were. The image of you and Heeseung walking side by side through a hotel parking garage, your hand brushing against his.

No.

You couldn’t believe it. The one moment that had been meant for the two of you alone—the stolen kisses, the secret smiles—was now plastered all over the internet. You hadn’t even realized you were walking that close to him. It wasn’t supposed to be this way.

Your stomach churned as you skimmed through the angry comments flooding in.

"How could he do this?" "She's just his stylist! This is a PR disaster." "Why would he risk his career for a stylist? So disappointing."

The screen was a blur. Your mind was racing.

Then, your phone buzzed again. This time, it was a text from Heeseung.

Heeseung: We need to talk.

The message was simple. But the weight of it felt like a punch to your chest. You felt yourself freeze, eyes locked on the screen.

Heeseung. He knew. He had to know by now. Was this his way of owning up to it? Or was it something worse?

You texted back, heart pounding.

Y/N: What’s going on? This isn’t supposed to be out there.

Seconds later, his reply came.

Heeseung: I’m sorry. I didn’t want this. I should have protected you.

You didn’t remember getting dressed. You barely remembered the cab ride. But somehow, you were at Heeseung’s apartment, your knuckles white as you knocked on his door.

The silence in Heeseung’s apartment was deceptive—too soft, too still—like the calm before the storm. You sat on the edge of his bed, legs curled under you, your phone vibrating nonstop next to you.

Neither of you had said a word in a while.

Heeseung paced the room, one hand in his hair, the other gripping his own phone like it was mocking him. Missed calls. Dozens. Yours looked the same.

“Is this it?” you asked, voice small.

He stopped, turning to you.

Your eyes met, and suddenly you hated how different this felt from just hours ago. You’d been safe then. Now you were caught in a spotlight you never asked for.

His voice cracked. “They’ll make us end it.”

You swallowed hard, throat burning. “Would you?”

Heeseung walked over slowly, sitting beside you but not touching you. “No,” he said firmly. “But I don’t know how much damage control they’ll let me do. I’m not just a rookie anymore—I’m a brand now.”

You flinched at that word. Brand. You weren’t a brand. You were just a girl who fell in love with someone she wasn’t supposed to touch.

Then both your phones buzzed at once.

Your screen lit up with your manager’s name. His showed a company exec.

Neither of you answered.

Heeseung groaned, tossing his phone onto the bed with more force than necessary. “Fuck this.”

You just stared at yours, the guilt already forming a lump in your throat. “They’re going to blame me. They always blame the woman.”

His jaw clenched. “Not if I don’t let them.”

You shook your head. “It won’t matter. The comments are already brutal. My boss probably thinks I seduced you or something. They’ll call it unprofessional. They’ll say I ruined your image.”

He finally reached for you, pulling you into his lap so fast it startled you. His hands wrapped around your waist tightly, his forehead resting against your shoulder.

“You didn’t ruin anything,” he whispered. “You’re the only thing keeping me sane.”

You blinked back tears, hands fisting the fabric of his hoodie. “So what do we do?”

The phone buzzed again. And again. You ignored it.

Heeseung pulled back just enough to look at you, his expression raw. “We survive. Together.”

Then, without asking, he kissed you.

It wasn’t like before—not hungry or reckless—but slow and grounding. His lips moved with intent, like he needed to prove something to you, like he wanted to press this memory into your bones in case tomorrow everything went to hell.

When he pulled back, your breaths were shaky, mingling in the space between your faces.

“We’ll do our best,” he said softly. “Even if they try to tear us apart.”

You nodded, eyes stinging. “Okay.”

The world outside might be falling apart. But in this moment, on this bed, with the world buzzing angrily through your phones—you had Heeseung. And he had you.

[kafka-ish]

part 1

Patrick asks Art if he got the stuff and how much to which Art replies: yea just an 8th tho and Patrick texts back:

Dude wtf

Art: No dude. You never told me your dealer was hot!!!

Patrick: Don’t bother. Asked if she’d trade head for half. Wouldn’t budge. Strict business or whatever.

Two seconds later: Still. I’d tap that.

Art decides against telling him about the sample he got. Sticks the joint you rolled in his desk drawer. Does weed have an expiration date? he wonders. He drops by Patrick’s who asks how the deal went. If you gave him a discount for it being his first time and all.

“How much’d she charge?” Patrick wonders aloud, comparing prices in his head, secretly hoping his friend got ripped off.

It takes a minute for Art to settle on a number. He still doesn’t know the price of weed. “Like fifty?”

“For an eighth?” Patrick laughs like okay this chick is insane and Art realizes he said the wrong thing.

“She said it was the good stuff.” Art shrugs, trying to play it off.

“Whatever man, but you need to learn how to negotiate… So we gonna smoke this shit or what?”

Art begins to make appearances more frequently. But he has to be calculated with how he goes about this. Doesn’t want to seem desperate, hooked on fucking weed. How pathetic. He has to pace himself.

At first his visits are periodic. Comes by a few times a month for his regular pick up. But he can’t get enough. Sporadic turns into every other week and every other week turns into Friday after his games or if not a tournament, practice. He’s at your door with takeout in hand. Something different every time; he keeps you on your feet and you like the surprise. Tacos, Thai, Lo Mien. Indian when he wins his matches.

You don’t smoke with him the first time he asks; you have a rule about smoking up with clients.

“Oh,” he says, feeling defeated. Disappointed that’s how you think of him.

“You still want that eighth?” you ask.

“Um, no. Actually I think I’m gonna go.”

“Art,” you say and the sound of your voice calling his name has him frozen in place. His hand is still on the knob before he lets it drop, falling by his side. He wipes it on his pants, a habit he has. "Don't do this."

"What? Change my mind?"

"No—"

"You're not trying to peer pressure me, are you?" You wonder if Art's being serious right now. If he's using your method for paying tuition and groceries against you. It's your turn to freeze.

"Fine then. Leave. But just so you know I wasn't the one hitting up strangers for weed." You're calm when you say this, only making it harder for Art to reach for the door once more.

Of course, he comes crawling back. Ends up blowing up your phone.

Art: Hey

Art: I'm sorry for what i said the other day. I wasn't thinking. Obviously. It just hurt when u called me a customer. Which i guess i technically am. I dont kno.

Art: I think ur really cool

Art: I guess i just wanted to smoke with someone other than patrick

Art: Did i mention i think ur really cool

You roll your eyes at the thread of messages, how they’re still coming in and your phone won’t stop vibrating; you're not finished reading but it keeps pinging. Still, you're smiling. Can't help but read his texts over and over again before responding and you feel a heat on your cheeks when you haven't even lit up to smoke.

You reply just the same as when he texts you after one of his games: My place 9?

"You think I'm cool, huh?" You nudge Art who’s sitting next to you on your couch. His legs are crossed and he’s facing you.

Art blushes at the question, the pressure you put him under. Finally musters up the courage to say, “Yeah. Really cool.” Then leans in, does that thing guys do where they grab your jaw, almost caressing it, and brings you in to kiss your lips. It’s soft. Gentle. Thinks he might hurt you if he’s not careful. And he doesn’t linger long but you can taste his chapstick. Mint. You miss him already when his lips leave yours and your tongue sweeps over where his flesh was, itching for another taste.

He sees this. Locks his lips on yours again. Instinct. It's just as quick and sweet as the first. You feel him grin when his mouth meshes with yours and the sensation of his smile pressing into your cheeks gets you all giddy.

“So does this mean you’ll smoke with me?” His smile doesn’t leave when you pull away. You see his eyebrows are raised and his eyes are blue and bright. A dash of hope shimmers in them and you can see your reflection.

“Yeah,” you say, hushed. Almost a whisper, as if you can’t bring yourself to say it out loud. You’re breaking your rules for him, is what Art’s thinking. And you tell yourself it’s just a one time exception but when he comes over next Friday you find yourself rolling a joint and passing it to him in between kisses.

Now it’s your routine.

He doesn’t need to text you asking for an eighth and you don’t need to tell him what time and place. He just shows up after practice. Of course, you expect him.

“I hope I didn’t get you addicted.”

“Nah.” Art’s lean frame is already hanging on the doorway and he doesn’t come inside immediately when you welcome him in. Instead, he takes you in his arms. They feel stronger each time. Plants a big wet kiss on your lips. And he is addicted. Just not to what you think.

[littlebearnation]

okay hi i’m back i have like ten minutes

starting with sargestappen

logan looks at max and is like “i can be his controversial young boyfriend” and it cracks oscar up because the age difference is only like three years but the slight age gap makes max absolutely loopy about and he has to go stand in the corner to get himself together

now with loscar and arthur (literally forgot what we were calling them as i type this 😭)

it starts with oscar and arthur despite popular belief because of the whole ‘wait so no kiss’ truth or dare video from prema and the two are so down bad for logan but the poor guy is a little too concerned with retaining a seat and it’s arthur that makes the first move by locking—accidentally he will claim when asked—themselves in a closet.

when oscar finds them logan can’t even focus from whatever arthur did to him and the two never tell oscar what happened and it bugs the fuck out of oscar and he holds it over their heads just to see them beg

they out themselves on a family trip with the leclercs where charles has the absolute misfortune of walking into his brother’s room and finds them less than decent fast asleep on his bed

anyway oscar calls the shots most of the time, arthur instigates and logan is along for the ride

stop it, this whole message is perfection.

sargestappen first! i could totally see logan pulling this face 🥺 when talking to oscar about how he hasssssss to seduce max, it's just his destiny and oscar is like. okay. if you get hurt/rejected, do not come crying to me. and logan is just giddy with excitement about lowkey getting approval to seduce The Max Verstappen

and its mostly forgotten by oscar until logan shows up to a sleepover or something one day just DEBAUCHED and oscar is like.. youre fucking max, arent you?

and logan is laying down with a smug lil smile on his face, eyes closed.. "he's teaching me how to top him" and oscar is like "ffs ur so down bad" LMFAO

as for uhh.. artloscar? ig? definitely starts with arthur & oscar. arthur brings the "so no kiss" thing up later and asks for an actual kiss bcuz its all he can think about and oscar gives it to him (more than one actually) and one thing leads to another and next thing ya know, they are talking about their feelings for logan as they are fucking :D

logan is a fucking wet mess, if you catch my drift, after being locked in with arthur and oscar can tell something is up but arthur isn't telling and logan feels a bit bad but also he can't just say "yeah, arthur shoved his hand down my pants and made me cum twice" now, can he? so he just doesn't say anything

and eventually the truth comes out on the leclerc family roadtrip (ft. osc & lo) and oscar all but pounces onto logan, trying to make him cum in his pants three times and arthur legit doesn't care about the competition, he's just here for the fun times, so he's eagerly watching whatever is happening and when he gets dragged in, he's not at all complaining.

poor charles... he was sent to fetch arthur, logan and oscar for dinner and he walks in and there's cum on the bed and on the boys and they're all naked, cuddled up together atop the sheets and charles 100% walks into the doorframe as he tries to leave which wakes arthur up who just ... begs charles not to say anything and to tell their maman that they'll be 5-10 minutes because they napped and charles just wordlessly leaves, fully in desire of a bottle of a bleach for his brain

wow,,, this got long LMFAO

[futfemfantasies]

“You are very welcome to do so” \\ vivianne miedema x reader

Prompt #26

“I could kiss you right now” “You’re very welcome to do so”

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You board the team bus with your headphones on, not wanting to break your focus. Only for that focus to be broken when your favourite Dutch player sits next to you with that toothless smile you’ve grown to love on her face. Viv grabs your hand and intertwines your fingers together, helping calm your nerves you thought you are hiding well. You exhale and sit back into the seat, somewhat relaxing. You go on your phone for a moment when you receive a text in your group chat with your national teammates and best friends Steph and Caitlin.

Calvin’s mum 🐶: I see you over there getting cozy with Vivvy 👀

You: idk what ur talking about…

Foord mustang 🚗: don’t act like there’s nothing going on between you too 😳

You: she’s helping to calm my nerves, that’s all

Calvin’s mum 🐶: what ever floats your boat y/n/n…

You turn around to the two Aussies sitting together and they make kissy faces at you and you roll your eyes. Viv asks you if everything is okay and you tell her that Steph and Caitlin are just being annoying. About 40 minutes later, the bus pulls up to the airport and you all get ready to jet of to France for the last semi final. You sit down in your designated sit on the plane and start getting your book and earphones out when you feel someone sit next to you. You look up and see that it’s once again Viv.

“You just can’t seem get away from me, can you?”

“Maybe I want to be here”

That made you blush slight as Viv got out her things before putting her bag in the overhead compartment. Doing so, it causes her shirt to rise up slightly and you catch a glimpse of the strikers abs. Your cheeks redden as you bury your head in your book as Viv sits down and buckles in.

“Like what you see?” She whispers in your ear and you don’t say anything, just smile slightly.

You feel the plane start to go and you grip the arm rests so tightly, your knuckles begin to turn white. Your eyes close as you feel the plane getting faster and as you start to ascend, you feel a hand intertwine with yours. Viv gives your hand a squeeze and looks at you with that smile you’ve grown to love. You thought Viv would let go of your hand but she didn’t and you are perfectly okay with that. As the plane started to descend, Viv squeezed you’re hand again to help calm your nerves.

The team starts to leave the plane and make their way to the baggage claim area where Viv doesn’t leave your side. As you all wait for the bags, Viv decides to make a bold move and rests her head on your shoulders while her arms are loosely around your waist. You just know your group chat with Steph and Caitlin are going to be bombarded with messages. You see your bag come and Viv lets you go and gets your bag for you. She ends up getting hers as well and wheels them back over to you. You thank her and wait for the rest of the team to get their bags. You sit on your suitcase and pull out your phone to see, as expected, a bunch of messages from Steph and Caitlin.

Foord mustang 🚗: i call bullshit that there’s nothing going on with you two…

Calvin’s mum 🐶: i second that 🙋‍♀️

You: no further comments at this time 🤫

You feel a presence in front of you and see the Dutch beauty. You look up to see her hold your hand out for you. You take it and stand up before getting your bag. You all arrive at the hotel and Jonas tells everyone who their roommate is. To no one’s surprise, you and Viv are roomed together. As you both got into the room, you see one big bed in the middle of the room and you immediately panic.

“We can share right? It’s only for two nights, I’m sure we can manage” Viv says and you nod.

You lie down on one side of the bed and close your eyes at the coldness of the pillow. You feel the bed move and you peak open one eye to see Viv lying next to you, looking at you.

“What are you looking at creeper?”

“Just you” Viv tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear before flicking your eyes and lips. You begin to lean in and just as your lips are millimetres from each other when you both hear multiple bangs on your door.

“Oi lovebirds, we’re going out for a team dinner. Hurry up” You hear the lovely voice of Katie McCabe beam through the door. You yell back that you’re coming and Viv mumbles something you can’t quite hear.

After a spending the hour at dinner giving each other subtle glances and playing footises under the table, you two go back to the room not saying a word and get ready for the next day.

You wake up the next morning with a tight arm around your waist. You slowly unravel yourself and go have a shower before breakfast. Viv wakes up as she hears the bathroom door close and she pouts slightly. She quickly gets herself changed and goes to the balcony, checking her messages. Just as she’s about to reply to Leah, Viv feel hands sneak around her waist.

“Hey stranger, what are you doing out here? It’s chilly”

“Just thinking” Viv replies with a half smile on her face.

“Alright, we’re ditching the girls and going out for breakfast together this morning and you can talk to me about whatever’s going on in that pretty little head of yours okay?” Viv nods and you leave a lasting kiss on her forehead, making Viv swoon on the inside.

After a flirtatious breakfast, you two quickly head back to the hotel to get ready for the game. As usual, you two sit on the bus together and you hold Viv’s hand close to you. She turns to you a gives you a look and you shake your head before leaning it on her shoulder. Viv ends up pulling you close into her and leaves a long kiss on your forehead. Steph and Caitlin see this and decide not to tease you because it looks like something is wrong.

You get to the stadium and Viv stays by your side the entire time. You slip your earphones in and let the world of music take you away. As the team goes to look at the field, you stay behind and when Viv gets no response to the question she asked you, thinking you are next to her, she looked around her and noticed you weren’t there. She asked a few of the girls if they’ve seen you and Katie tells Viv that you stayed back in the locker room. Viv instantly runs back to the room and all the girls gossip about how hopeless you too are.

Viv runs into the locker room, catching herself as she slides around the corner and sees you sitting in your cubby with your knees up to your chest. Viv sits beside you and pulls you on her lap.

“What’s going on? You haven’t been yourself since breakfast”

“I’m just scared. What if I mess it up for everyone? Everyone will hate me” You just broke down in tears and at the same time Viv’s heart was breaking a little bit more. She heard footsteps come around the corner and she quickly shooed them all away so you two could still have alone time.

“You won’t mess it up and you know why? Because you’re you Y/N. No one will hate you if we lose, it’s a team sport. We’re all in this together”

“Thanks Vivvy. How are you not freaking out right now?”

“Because I know I’ve got you up front with me” You sit up slightly and wipe your tears.

“You are going to do so well Y/N/N, I just know it” Viv leaves a long kiss on your forehead and you move off of her lap. You start to do your pre-game traditions when the rest of the girls came in. Thankfully, none of them asked why your face is red but Caitlin and Steph did give you a look and you just nod your head.

Fast forward to the game and you are currently tied at one all and there’s 3 minutes left in extra time. You move around the Lyon back line as you try to find a an open spot and when you do, Lia passes you the ball. You weave through the defenders and sprint with the ball towards goal and when you’re close enough, shoot it to the top bin. You hear the swoosh of the net and the crowd going wild, that’s when you knew it went in. You run to your teammates who dog pile you before getting up quickly. Viv was the last person to congratulate you and she gives you a kiss on your temple. You and the rest of the Arsenal girls manage to hold off Lyon for the extra minutes and you heard the refs whistle, meaning you are through to the Champions League final. You sink on your knees and cry in your hands. You feel two hands hold your wrists and slowly peel your hands off of your face. You look and see Viv with a big smile on her face. She holds your cheeks in her hands and continues to smile wide.

“I could kiss you right now” Viv whispers.

“You are very welcome to do so”

Viv leans forward and gently puts her lips on yours. Fans all around the stadium cheering causes you two to seperate. What you don’t notice is Caitlin and Steph watching on in pride, thankful that you’ve found your person.

After the teams get back to the locker room and shower, you all go back to the bus and to no ones surprise, you and Viv sit together up the back. You lean on Viv and she pulls you into her as your eyes attempt to stay awake. Viv whispers to you to go to sleep as the bus ride will take a little while.

The next time your eyes open is when you feel someone pick you up. Viv whispers that we’re back at the hotel and we’re going up to the room. You nod and fall back to sleep until you feel something comfy underneath you. You groan before opening your eyes and notice Viv not in bed with you. You start making grabby hands and Viv caves and crawls into bed. She wraps her arms around you and your whole body relaxes.