#do you think she ignored him and hung up.

[mellowmusings]

death bed | coffee for your head

Azriel x sick reader

A/N- I had the idea for this when I heard the song and instead of sick Azriel I made a sick reader, please don't kill me and let me know if you wanna be tagged. Enjoy :). Warning- Angst, reader is depressed and sick, Azzie baby is depressed too. Mainly a really sad fic (mentions of death due to illness). Summary- You had been sick for sometime now and upon visiting a healer you find out the reason, unsure how much time you have left, you wish to spend every second of it preparing Azriel for the moment you leave.

'Don't stay awake for too long Don't go to bed I'll make a cup of coffee for your head I'll get you up and going out of bed'

You were tired to say the least, for the past few nights you hadn't been able to sleep at all, and your sweet mate was worried sick for you, and so you had to change your plans for the day, ditching shopping for a visit to Madja instead.

A bell rang as you step into the healer's shop, the air was thick with the scent of dried herbs and incense, instantly calming your nerves. Soft light filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow on shelves cluttered with jars, vials, and bundles of plants you didn't recognize. The space felt ancient, yet welcoming, as if it held the quiet weight of countless healing rituals. A small wooden counter sat at the back, covered with bottles and unmarked potions. The faint sound of wind chimes hung in the air, but it’s the stillness that stood out—everything in this room felt intentional, designed to soothe, to listen. There attending to a small plant with the smallest flowers you had ever seen stood Madja.

Yeah, I don't wanna fall asleep I don't wanna pass away I've been thinking of our future 'Cause I'll never see those days I don't know why this has happened, but I probably deserve it I tried to do my best, but you know that I'm not perfect

You felt like throwing up, surely this was a joke? it had to be a joke, no she was lying or maybe you had misheard her, it had to be that way, right? "I know this can be shocking news y/n but like I said it's also a very rare illness" "No,no you're lying please tell me you're lying". She begged. Her voice broke on the last word, she couldn't breathe she felt choked, she wanted to throw up but instead she just fell to her knees and cried her heart out.

I've been praying for forgiveness, you've been praying for my health When I leave this earth, hoping you'll find someone else 'Cause, yeah, we're still young, there's so much we haven't done Getting married, start a family, watch your husband with his son

She didn't know how long she spent crying there with Madja comforting her and stroking her back, she was in shock but more than that she was worried for Azriel, if something happened to her then- No, no she wasn't going to think about that right now but for some reason her thoughts kept circling back to Azriel, to the quiet that would fill the room when she was gone. He’d wake up, reach for her, and feel nothing but emptiness. The bed would be cold, the silence too heavy. He’d feel it in the small things—no more shared glances, no more soft words in the dark.

Would he be okay without her? She couldn’t shake the fear that the grief would swallow him, that the shadows he kept so tightly contained would consume him without her there to pull him back. Would the memories be enough, or would they slip through his fingers? The thought of him unraveling, of him breaking, made her heart ache in a way she couldn’t ignore. She wouldn’t be there to catch him, and that terrified her.

Her gaze caught on a lovely family in the park, children being chased by their dad, their mom laughing at the scene and smiling lovingly at her partner, right, she would never be able to have that with Azriel either. Maybe, one day he'll find someone else, who'd love him just as much as she did, someone who'd start a family with him, give him heirs as lovely as he is. She hoped so because if Madja was right then-

I wish it could be me, but I won't make it off this bed I hope I go to heaven, so I see you once again My life was kinda short, but I got so many blessings Happy you were mine, it sucks that it's all ending

Don't stay awake for too long Don't go to bed I'll make a cup of coffee for your head I'll get you up and going out of bed, yeah

And I, don't stay awake for too long Don't go to bed I'll make a cup of coffee for your head I'll get you up and going out of bed

Yeah, I'm happy that you're here with me I'm sorry if I tear up When me and you were younger, you would always make me cheer up Taking goofy videos while walking through the park You would jump into my arms every time you heard a bark

You lay back against the pillows, your chest rising and falling with every shallow breath. Azriel sat beside you, his fingers gently brushing over your hand, but the tension in the air was thick, suffocating. You could feel the worry in his touch, in the way he kept glancing at you, like he was afraid to miss something, afraid to lose you before he could even understand what was happening.

"Azriel," you whispered, your voice trembling as you gathered the courage to finally say the words. "I’m sick." You tried to keep your tone calm, but it cracked as soon as the words left your lips. "The healer said it’s a rare heart condition. Something... incurable."

His face froze, eyes widening with disbelief, and he leaned forward, as if to pull you into him, to somehow shield you from the world. But you didn’t want his protection right now. You wanted him to hear this. To know the truth, even if it shattered him.

"I wish it could be me," you continued softly, the words slipping out before you could stop them. "I wish I could take it all. The pain. The time. But I—" You faltered, and the tears you had been holding back finally broke free. "I won’t make it off this bed, Azriel."

His hand tightened around yours, his breath shaky, but he said nothing, his eyes begging you to take it back, to tell him it wasn’t true. But you couldn’t. Not anymore.

"I hope I go to heaven," you murmured, forcing a small smile through your tears. "So I can see you again. One day, after this... after all of this."

Azriel’s face crumpled with pain, his eyes bright with unshed tears. He reached for you, pulling you close as if he could somehow hold you together, like he could make everything right if he just tried hard enough. "No," he whispered, his voice raw. "No, please. Don’t say that. Don’t leave me." It hurt to see the brave and stoic shadow singer crumble infront of you over such a small matter, he had faced death time and time again, but never had you seen him so broken.

You closed your eyes, savoring the feel of him holding you, but there was no denying it now. You couldn’t keep pretending. You couldn’t keep fighting against what you knew in your bones was coming.

"I’m not ready," you whispered, voice barely audible, "but I think... I think you need to be. This is the reality now, Love. I won’t have much time left."

Azriel held you tighter, but it was clear that he was barely holding on himself. You could feel his heart racing against yours, the fear, the love, the desperation. But you knew, deep down, there was no way to stop it.

"I just need you to be ready," you whispered, your voice barely a breath. "Because I won’t be here for long. I need you to promise me something, Az."

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his face a mask of agony, but he nodded, clinging to your every word.

"Promise me you won’t forget me," you said, the ache in your chest growing, but you didn’t want him to carry this burden forever. "Promise me you’ll live, not survive, but live, even if I’m not there."

He pressed his forehead to yours, and for a moment, it was like the world stopped moving. "I’ll never forget you," he said hoarsely. "And I’ll never stop loving you, not even after…"

You nodded, a tear slipping down your cheek, but you could feel the finality of it, the quiet acceptance in your soul that you had already said goodbye. "I know. But you have to promise me, Love. Please. Live, for both of us."

The words hung in the air between you, heavy, inevitable. And in that moment, you let go. You accepted what was coming, not with peace, but with a sorrow that was too vast to express.

Azriel didn’t say anything after that. He just held you, and in the silence of the room, you both faced what you knew was coming, as painful and unbearable as it was.

Cuddle in your sheets, sang me sound asleep And sneak out through your kitchen at exactly 1:03 Sundays went to church, on Mondays watched a movie Soon you'll be alone, sorry that you have to lose me

You were curled up against Azriel, the quiet crackling of the fire the only sound in the room. He held you close, his warmth wrapping around you like a shield from the world. The memories flowed easily now, the ones you both cherished, the ones you were trying so hard to relive, to hold on to.

"Cuddle in your sheets," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper, "like we used to, like we did so many times. You’d sing me to sleep, your voice soft, your hand in my hair."

Azriel’s thumb brushed over your skin as if committing the sensation of this moment to memory, the feeling of your body pressed against his. "I’ll sing you to sleep forever if I can," he replied, voice thick with emotion. "But you know... I think the best part was sneaking out through your kitchen at exactly 1:03. I used to look at the clock, and I knew you’d be there. We’d laugh, sneak away like we didn’t have a care in the world."

You chuckled softly, a tear slipping down your cheek at the thought. "Sundays, we went to church together. Mondays, we’d watch a movie, get lost in each other’s company. Simple, sweet. And it was ours." You pulled back slightly to look up at him, a small, sad smile on your lips. "I wish we had more of those Mondays."

Azriel's eyes softened with the weight of your words, his voice barely more than a broken whisper. "We still have now," he said, but even he knew the truth in the heaviness of his words. Time was running out.

You closed your eyes, trying to soak in every moment, every detail. You could feel the pain of the inevitable, but for tonight, for this brief moment, you clung to the idea that you could still make new memories. "But soon you'll be alone," you whispered, a sob escaping before you could stop it. "I’m sorry that you have to lose me."

Azriel’s grip on you tightened, his face pressing into your hair. "Don’t say that," he murmured, though his voice was thick with sorrow. "I’ll never lose you. Not really. Not in my heart."

You nodded, your body trembling in his arms. "I hope so," you whispered, holding him tighter. "But I’ll always love you. Every memory, every laugh, every quiet Sunday. I’ll carry those with me, even when I’m gone."

And for a moment, time felt still, like the universe had paused just long enough for you both to hold on to each other a little tighter, to try and make every second count before it was all gone.

Don't stay awake for too long Don't go to bed I'll make a cup of coffee for your head I'll get you up and going out of bed

And I, don't stay awake for too long Don't go to bed I'll make a cup of coffee for your head I'll get you up and going out of bed

Don't stay awake for too long Don't go to bed I'll make a cup of coffee for your head I'll get you up and going out of bed

Azriel sat beside you, his hand resting gently on your own, the warmth of his touch a stark contrast to the chill that seemed to constantly settle in your bones. Your breathing was shallow, weak, each rise and fall of your chest an effort, and yet, despite it all, you smiled up at him. It was the kind of smile that told him you were fighting, even when it seemed like there was no fight left in you.

"I don't want you to stay awake for too long," you whispered, your voice thin, but still full of the love you carried for him. "I know you watch over me, but you need sleep too, Azriel." Your hand squeezed his, the action small but intentional.

He looked at you, eyes filled with an ache that ran deeper than the shadows that normally clung to him. His gaze searched your face, searching for something, anything that might bring you back to him, but there was nothing he could do to stop what was coming. His grip tightened, but he didn't speak. What could he say? Every word felt like a lie in the face of what you both knew was inevitable.

"You've been so strong," he finally whispered, voice hoarse. "Please, don’t give up on me now." His thumb stroked over your knuckles, as if grounding himself in the reality that, in his heart, he knew you were slipping away.

You let out a soft, raspy laugh, and though it was faint, it made him want to smile, even though the pain was consuming him. "I’m not giving up," you said, each word a battle, but the light in your eyes still bright enough to pierce through the darkness. "I’m just… trying to make the most of the time we have left."

Azriel closed his eyes for a moment, his chest tightening, but you gently cupped his cheek, urging him to look at you. "Don’t stay awake for too long," you repeated softly, your hand slipping into his as you pressed it over your heart. "Don’t go to bed, not yet. I’m still here. I’m still with you."

He leaned in, pressing his forehead to yours. You felt his warm breath on your skin, a small reminder of how much he loved you. How much he needed you.

"Let me take care of you," he murmured, his voice breaking. "Let me make you coffee in the morning, just like we used to. I’ll get you out of bed. I’ll help you find your strength again, just like before."

You smiled at him, the tears in your eyes blurring your vision. "I’ll make the coffee," you whispered, "when I can. I’ll make sure you get through it, even after I’m gone. I wrote you letters. Letters for the years to come, so you’ll know I’m still with you. So you’ll know that I’ll always love you, even when I’m not there."

Azriel’s heart shattered. "No," he said hoarsely, "No, you can’t leave me." His voice broke at the end, the rawness of his fear leaking through. You were fighting so hard, so fiercely, for him, but he couldn’t stop the truth from settling in his chest.

"You’ve always been my strength, Azriel," you whispered, your voice so soft, but so full of love. "And I’ll be yours, even when I’m not here to hold you. I need you to live. To keep fighting. And when the days feel long, when the nights feel too empty, I want you to read those letters. They’re for you. I’ll make sure you find your way."

Azriel couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. He leaned down, kissing your forehead, his lips trembling against your skin. "I’m going to keep you here with me, in my heart. Forever. I promise. I won’t forget, I swear it."

You smiled through the tears, despite the weariness that clung to your body. "I’m not leaving you, Azriel," you whispered, "not really. Not ever."

But the truth, unspoken between you both, was that you didn’t have much longer. And still, you fought, not for yourself but for him, so he could have something to hold on to after you were gone.

"Please," he begged softly, his voice breaking, "don’t leave me."

You brushed a tear from his cheek, as your voice trembled, "I’ll never really leave you, Azriel. I’ll always be with you. In every letter, in every thought."

You paused, a soft, warm breath escaping your lips. "I’ll get you out of bed, Azriel," you whispered, a hint of a smile on your face, "I’ll get you going again. Even if I’m not there to see it."

His tears fell freely now, but there was a quiet peace in the way he held you—knowing, with an ache so deep it felt like it might swallow him whole, that he would carry you forever.

And I, don't stay awake for too long Don't go to bed I'll make a cup of coffee for your head I'll get you up and going out of bed

A few weeks had passed, and the weight of each day was beginning to take its toll. The glow in your eyes had dimmed, and your breath came in shallow, uneven gasps. Azriel stayed by your side every moment, his presence constant, like a shadow you never wanted to be without.

He had been trying to hold on to the last threads of you, keeping the hope alive that maybe, somehow, you would pull through. But he knew. He knew with every soft breath you took, with every fleeting smile you gave him, that time was slipping away from both of you.

Today, though… today it felt like everything was slower. The air in the room was thick with an aching kind of quiet, the kind where even the heartbeats that echoed in the space between you seemed too loud.

Azriel sat on the edge of the bed, his arms around you, pulling you close like you’d always been. His fingers lightly traced the line of your jaw, like he could imprint your face into his soul if he touched you long enough. His lips pressed to your forehead, trying to pour every ounce of love and comfort he could into you, but it felt like it was never enough.

You had grown weaker. Your skin was pale, your breathing labored, but you still smiled at him when your eyes fluttered open.

"I’m still here," you whispered softly, your voice raspy but filled with the love you had for him. "I’m still here, Azriel."

He blinked back the tears that threatened to fall, his throat tight. "You don’t have to fight anymore," he murmured, brushing the damp strands of hair from your face. "I’ve got you. I’ll never let you go."

You smiled faintly, your hand reaching for his, weak but determined. "I know," you whispered. "I know… but I have to tell you something, something important."

Azriel leaned closer, his heart pounding in his chest. "Anything," he breathed. "Tell me anything, love. I’m listening."

"I wrote letters," you whispered, barely able to keep your eyes open. "For the years to come… For you. So you know I’ll always be with you, even when I’m not." He silently promised himself would read every letter you left behind, each one a piece of your love, keeping him alive in a world where you no longer were.

Azriel’s chest tightened, a sob breaking free from deep inside him. "You don’t have to go," he said, his voice raw, breaking with the weight of everything he wished he could say, everything he wished he could change. "I can’t… I can’t lose you."

A tear slipped down your cheek, but your smile didn’t fade. You reached up with trembling fingers, tracing the line of his jaw, as if trying to memorize him the way he had memorized you. "You’ll be okay, Azriel. You’re so strong. You’ve always been strong. Just—just remember that I love you. I always will."

His breath caught in his throat as he kissed your hand gently, his voice cracking. "I love you," he whispered, "I love you more than I could ever put into words."

You closed your eyes, your hand slipping from his, but he caught it again instantly, holding on as if it would keep you tethered to him, keep you from slipping away.

Your breathing grew even more shallow, each one taking more effort than the last. Azriel could feel the tremor in your body, the slow, inevitable shift that told him everything he feared was coming. But he didn’t let go. He couldn’t.

"I’m not ready to let you go," Azriel murmured, his voice hoarse, tears streaming down his face as he held you in his arms. "I’ve never been ready to let you go. Not now, not ever."

You gave him one last, gentle smile, your hand resting against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your fingertips. "You’ll always have me," you whispered, your voice barely a breath. "In every letter, in every thought, in every coffee you make. You’ll find me again, in the quiet moments. I’ll always be with you."

And then, as if your body had finally found peace, your chest stilled. Your breathing slowed, and for the first time in weeks, there was complete silence. Azriel’s heart shattered, his breath caught in his throat, and for a long moment, he couldn’t move. He couldn’t breathe.

"No," he choked out, his voice breaking, his chest heaving with the weight of loss. "No, please…"

But there was no response. Only the soft, quiet sound of his heartbeat echoing through the silence, as if trying to fill the emptiness you left behind. His arms tightened around you one last time, as if holding you could bring you back, as if love could defy death.

For a long while, Azriel stayed there, clutching you to him, his tears falling onto your skin. He couldn’t let go. Not yet. He needed to hold you, to feel you close, to believe, for just a little longer, that you weren’t truly gone.

And in the stillness of the room, as the shadows of night stretched across the floor, Azriel whispered the only thing left in his broken heart.

"I’ll always love you. Always."

The room was silent. Still. But his words lingered in the air, a promise he would carry with him forever.

And I, don't stay awake for too long Don't go to bed I'll make a cup of coffee for your head I'll get you up and going out of bed

Azriel stood at the edge of the balcony, staring into the endless void of night. The stars above seemed to mock him, distant and cold, twinkling as though the universe was still moving forward, as though life was continuing. But for him, everything had stopped.

The wind swept through the courtyard, its icy fingers clawing at his skin, but it was nothing compared to the cold that had settled deep in his chest, in his soul. He had not moved from that spot since… since that moment. The moment she had slipped away from him, her final breath trembling in his arms, leaving nothing but an echo of the love they had shared. The world felt like a hollow, silent place, and he was drowning in its emptiness.

He could still smell her, faintly. Her scent lingered in the air, in the folds of the blanket she had used to curl up in, in the spaces between the letters she had written him, all the things that were now gone—faded into the dust of the world she had left behind.

Her letters. He had read them, over and over, each one a tear-streaked page of her love for him, a love he could no longer feel against his skin, in her touch, in her smile. He had read her last words, over and over, searching for some kind of comfort. But the comfort never came. The words she had left behind—I’ll always be with you, Azriel—only left him feeling more alone. Her absence was a shadow that consumed everything.

"I’ll always be with you," he muttered bitterly to the darkened sky, as if the universe owed him something. "Where the hell are you now?"

He wanted to scream. To shout into the abyss that had taken her from him, to demand it give her back. But what was the point? The universe didn’t care. Time didn’t care. And now, all that was left was his hollow existence.

The days blurred together, the ache of her absence cutting deeper with every passing hour. He had stopped sleeping, stopped eating. He couldn’t bring himself to do anything but exist, moving through each day as if in a fog. The shadows whispered her name—her voice, her laughter, the warmth of her skin against his—and all he could do was shut his eyes and pretend he didn’t hear them.

But the silence… the silence was the worst.

Everywhere he went, there were reminders. The empty corner of the room where her chair used to sit, the books she had loved scattered across the table, the coffee mug she had left on the counter—his mug now, though it meant nothing. All of it was just a reminder that she was gone, and he was left alone, trapped in a world where nothing made sense without her. Without her laughter, without the way she’d tease him in the mornings, the soft way she’d press her face to his chest when she needed comfort.

She had been everything to him. His light, his warmth, his reason to fight. And now…

The darkness pressed in on him, a crushing weight on his chest. His wings, once majestic and powerful, now felt like an anchor. He had no use for them anymore. They had carried him through battles, through pain, through moments of glory. But now they felt like a reminder of how empty he was. How much of a shell he had become.

The weight of the silence was unbearable. He could feel the crushing loneliness clawing at him, desperate to consume him whole. And as he stood there, staring out into the endless night, he almost wished for it to. He almost wished for the silence to swallow him, to take him with her, because what was the point of living in a world where she wasn’t there?

“I can’t keep doing this,” he whispered to the darkness, his voice cracking. His breath came in short, uneven bursts, each one a reminder that he was still alive—still breathing, even though every part of him screamed to be gone. To be where she was, wherever that was, because life without her felt like a slow, torturous death.

He ran a hand through his hair, tugging at it as if the physical pain would distract him from the ache in his chest. But it didn’t. Nothing could.

The weight of everything pressed on him—the guilt, the anger, the regret. He had promised her, promised her, that he would take care of her, that he wouldn’t let her go. But in the end, he had failed. He hadn’t been enough to save her. And now, she was gone, and all he had left were the memories. The hollow echoes of her voice, her laughter, her touch.

“I wasn’t enough for you,” he whispered, a raw, broken sob escaping him. His knees buckled, and he crumpled to the ground, his wings folding around him like an armor of despair. “I couldn’t save you. And now… now I have nothing.”

He curled into himself, his arms wrapping around his knees, his head pressed against them as the tears came in waves. His body trembled with the force of it. Every sob was like a shard of glass digging deeper into his heart, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered anymore.

The world had moved on. The stars had continued to shine. The wind had continued to blow. But for Azriel, it had all stopped. Because she was gone, and no matter how many times he whispered her name into the darkness, no matter how many times he begged for her to come back, he knew the truth.

She was gone. And he was broken beyond repair.

Time would pass, the seasons would change, but none of it mattered. Nothing mattered without her.

And as the silence closed in around him, Azriel made a vow to the shadows, to the darkness that now felt like home.

He would never forgive himself. He would never forget the way she had died in his arms, the way he couldn’t save her. And as the cold night wrapped itself around him, he whispered through clenched teeth, “I’ll make the world pay. I’ll make everything pay for taking you from me.”

But even as the words left his lips, he knew they wouldn’t bring her back.

And he would have to live with that.

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[mattsobvimyfav]

American wedding (Matthew Sturniiolo)

one shot -

The hotel room was extravagant, with sweeping windows that framed the glittering city skyline. It was the kind of place y/n's parents wouldn’t question when it showed up on their credit card bill—they’d assume it was another innocent dinner or a shopping spree. But y/n was sprawled across the king-sized bed in nothing but a black lace bra and underwear, her laughter echoing through the room.

Matt stood near the window, his old-fashioned camera in hand. He looked at her with that rare, unguarded grin that made him seem younger, softer—like a completely different version of the boy everyone thought they knew.

“Stop moving,” he teased, his tone lazy but full of affection. “You’re ruining the lighting.”

Y/n threw a pillow at him, laughing as she shifted her pose. She stretched out on the bed, her hair spilling over the edge, her arms outstretched like a queen on her throne. “You’re lucky I’m letting you take these pictures at all, Matthew,” she shot back, her eyes sparkling.

“And you’re lucky I’m an artist,” he countered, lifting the camera and snapping another photo.

The camera clicked, the flash illuminating her skin. He stepped closer, kneeling on the edge of the bed now, his knee brushing against hers as he adjusted the focus. She watched him, her heart beating faster under his gaze.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, almost too quietly, like the words had escaped before he could stop them.

Y/n’s cheeks flushed, and she reached out, cupping his face and pulling him toward her. His lips found hers, soft and urgent, tasting faintly of Coke and the faint bitterness of cigarettes. Her fingers tangled in his hair as his hand slid to the small of her back, pulling her closer.

He pulled back suddenly, his light eyes searching hers. “We should do it,” he said, his voice steady but filled with a kind of reckless excitement.

She blinked at him, breathless. “Do what?”

“Get married,” he said, like it was the simplest thing in the world. “First thing tomorrow. Let’s go to the courthouse and make it official.”

For a moment, the words hung between them, and then y/n’s face broke into a wide, incredulous grin. “Are you serious?”

“As a heart attack,” Matt said, his smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You and me. No one else. Just like it has been.”

Without thinking, y/n shot up from the bed, bouncing on the mattress like an overexcited kid. “Yes! Yes, yes, yes!” she shouted, throwing her arms in the air.

Matt laughed, reaching up and grabbing her arm to pull her back down. She collapsed onto the bed beside him, her laughter bubbling up again as he hovered over her, his lips brushing against her cheek, her nose, her forehead—every inch of her face.

“I love you,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with more emotion than he usually let himself show.

“I love you too,” she whispered back, her hands gripping his shirt like she never wanted to let go.

And in that moment, with the city lights glowing around them and the world outside feeling miles away, it was just the two of them, completely untouchable.

"I had a hell of a summer," I say, my lips curving into that smile Matt’s always said he can’t get enough of. "So, baby, don’t take this hard, but... maybe we should get an annulment before this goes way too far."

The words hang in the air, and for a second, all I can hear is the faint hum of the Mustang’s engine. Matt’s hands are still on the steering wheel, his knuckles white against the black leather. He doesn’t look at me, not at first. He just stares straight ahead like if he ignores me long enough, maybe the words will evaporate.

Then, finally, he speaks.

"Are you kidding me?" His voice is low, tight, like he’s trying to hold it together and barely succeeding.

"Matt—"

He cuts me off with a sharp laugh, shaking his head as he puts the car in reverse and backs out of the illegal parking faster than he should. “No, don’t ‘Matt’ me right now. You seriously thought this was the best time to drop that on me?”

I bite my lip, guilt gnawing at the edges of my resolve. “I didn’t mean for it to come out like that—”

“But it did,” he snaps, shifting gears and peeling out of the back of the school. “It came out exactly like that.”

I sink into the passenger seat, watching the scenery blur past as he speeds through town. Matt doesn’t say anything else, but the tension in the car is suffocating. He’s gripping the wheel so hard it’s a wonder he doesn’t snap it in half, and his jaw is clenched tight enough to crack a tooth.

When he finally slows down, I realize where he’s heading before we even get there. The hotel. Our hotel. The place where everything started.

He pulls into the side lot, parking in the shadow of the building like we always did to avoid being seen. He kills the engine, the silence roaring in my ears as he turns to me, his light eyes flashing with anger and hurt.

“You really wanna do this here?” he asks, his voice cold and sharp, cutting through me like a knife.

I cross my arms, trying to steady myself. “I didn’t pick this place—you did.”

“Yeah, because I’m not the one throwing away everything we’ve built like it’s nothing,” he shoots back, his voice rising. “You wanna tell me what the fuck changed? Because two months ago, you couldn’t wait to be my wife. You were literally jumping on the bed screaming yes, remember that?”

“Of course, I remember!” I snap, my voice breaking. “How could I forget? But that was summer, Matt. It was... it was perfect. And now we’re back, and it’s like reality is crashing down on us. My parents don’t even know. We’re eighteen! We’re kids playing house, and it’s not real.”

“It felt real to me,” he says, his voice quieter now, but somehow that makes it worse.

“It was real,” I say, my throat tight. “It’s not about that. It’s about... it’s about what happens next. What happens when my parents find out? When college starts? When we have to figure out how to actually be married? We didn’t think this through, Matt.”

“Speak for yourself,” he mutters, running a hand through his hair. “I thought it through. I thought about it every damn day. You think I don’t know it’s not gonna be easy? You think I care?”

I don’t have an answer for that, and the silence stretches between us, heavy and unbearable.

Matt finally looks at me, his eyes searching mine. “So, what? That’s it? We’re just done? You’re done?”

I swallow hard, the lump in my throat almost choking me. “I don’t know,” I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. “I just know... this isn’t what I imagined. I’m scared, Matt.”

“Yeah, well, so am I,” he says, leaning back in his seat, his voice hollow. “But I thought we were supposed to figure it out together. Isn’t that the whole point?”

His words hang in the air, and for a moment, I can’t breathe. He’s right, of course he’s right. But that only makes this hurt worse.

Matt leans back in his seat, his head resting against the edge of the headrest, and then his gaze drops to his hand. His thumb brushes over the tattooed wedding band inked onto his skin—a decision he called impulsive but never regretted.

“Got a wedding band on I just might die with,” he mutters, his voice thick with pain, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. “Without you? I don’t even know who I am anymore.”

I stare at him, my chest tightening like there’s a weight pressing on it. I never meant for this to hurt him like this, but watching him now, I realize there’s no way it couldn’t.

“Matt...” I start, my voice trembling. “I love you. God, I love you so much. But this—what if we’re just setting ourselves up to crash and burn? What if we’re not ready?”

He doesn’t answer right away. He just sits there, staring at his hand, his jaw tightening. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, edged with something raw.

“Jesus Christ, don’t break my heart,” he says, his voice cracking on the last word. “This wedding ring? It won’t ever wipe off. But if you stay... fuck, you’ll probably leave anyway, won’t you?”

His words hit me like a slap, and I feel my eyes sting with tears I’ve been trying to hold back. I reach for him, grabbing his hand and holding it between both of mine. “Matt, that’s not fair,” I whisper, my voice shaking. “I’m not trying to hurt you. I just—I don’t know if I can be enough for you. You’re all in, and I feel like I’m barely holding on. What if I let you down?”

“You won’t,” he says instantly, his eyes finally locking on mine. “You think I don’t see how scared you are? I’m scared too. But y/n, I’d rather do this scared with you than spend one more second without you.”

Tears spill over, and I choke out a laugh, shaking my head. 'You make it so damn hard to walk away, you know that?'

'Good,' he says, a ghost of a smile tugging at his lips. 'Because I’m not letting you walk away without a fight.'

I swallow hard, the weight of his words settling heavy in my chest. 'But your parents don’t even know,' I murmur, my voice trembling. 'Your brothers don’t know. No one at school even knows we’re... we’re a thing. What are we going to do, just drop this bomb on everyone?'

He hesitates, his brow furrowing as his gaze flickers down to my hands. His jaw tightens, and the smile slips from his face. 'You’re not wearing it,' he says, his voice quieter now, almost disbelieving.

I follow his gaze, my stomach knotting when I see my bare ring finger. The space where my wedding ring should be, feels as exposed as if I were standing there without my skin.

'I... I didn’t think it was a good idea,' I stammer, my pulse quickening.

His eyes snap back up to mine, searching, questioning. 'Didn’t think it was a good idea or didn’t want people to know?'

The question hangs in the air, thick and suffocating. I feel the burn of fresh tears threatening to spill and look away, unable to face the hurt I know is there. 'It’s not that simple,' I whisper.

"'Then make it simple,' he says. 'Do you want people to know or not? Do you want this—want us—or are you already walking away without even telling me?'

His words slice through me, and for a moment, all I can do is sit there, drowning in the ache of his voice and the unspoken fear that he might be right.

'It’s not about what I want,' I finally manage, my voice barely above a whisper.

'Then what is it about?' he presses, his gaze piercing.

I hesitate, my hands twisting together nervously. 'I just... it’s complicated. You know that.'

His jaw tightens, and he runs a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. 'What’s complicated? The fact that I don’t fit into your perfect little world?'

I flinch, the unspoken truth of his words cutting deep. 'That’s not fair,' I murmur, avoiding his eyes.

'Isn’t it?' he challenges, 'Look at you, like you’re ashamed to even be seen with me. You think I don’t notice the way you look over your shoulder, like you’re scared someone’s going to find out?'

I swallow hard, guilt twisting in my stomach. 'That’s not... I just don’t want to make things harder for either of us,' I say, but the words sound hollow even to my own ears.

He studies me for a moment, his eyes dark with something I can’t quite name. 'Do you hear yourself right now? You’re so worried about what everyone else thinks, but have you even stopped to think about what we want? What I want?'

I look down, unable to meet his gaze. My silence hangs between us like a confession.

He sighs, shaking his head. 'I get it,' he says softly, his voice laced with hurt. 'You’re the golden girl, the one who’s supposed to have it all together. And me... well, I’m just the guy everyone’s already written off.'

'That’s not true,' I say quickly, finally looking up at him. But the way his lips press into a thin line tells me he doesn’t believe me.

'Isn’t it?' he asks again, his tone quieter now, almost resigned. 'I just need to know, right here, right now—if I fight for this, for us, are you going to fight too? Or are you already looking for the nearest exit?'

His words hang in the air, heavy and raw, and I feel the tears sting my eyes again. I want to answer, to give him the reassurance he deserves, but the truth is, I don’t know if I have the strength to tear down the walls I’ve spent so long building.

a/n- for fun ig

[elvensorceress]

monday snippet

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He walks to the house, up the porch steps, and knocks on the door. After a good two minutes with no answer, he rings the bell. It’s another minute or so before the door opens to his mother in her gray apron. 

“Oh. Eddie. You made it,” she says flatly and he can’t tell if she’s annoyed at the interruption or just displeased to see him. Or if she was hoping to hear about a plane crash somewhere over Arizona with no survivors. “I thought you were coming next week.” 

“I—” No. He texted her. He called and talked to her. Briefly, but he wasn’t the one who hung up and rushed off to do something. He’s pretty sure he did. He did. He knows he did. His brain isn’t that much of a sieve. “No, today. It was always today.” He opens his arms but doesn’t step forward. Just in case she doesn’t want to hug him. “It’s good to see you?” It sounds like a question but he really can’t help that. 

She hums dismissively, looks at his offer, but doesn’t accept. Which doesn’t mean anything. His mother was never all that affectionate. But some people aren’t. Some people don’t care for it. Doesn’t mean anything. “Yes,” she says in a way that sounds like anything but. “This isn’t a good time.”

Eddie drops his arms. What the hell does that mean? 

“I’m in the middle of making dinner. And Christopher is doing his homework.” 

“Okay?” Eddie doesn’t know how that means it isn’t a good time. Not a good time for what? Him being here? He’s not company. He grew up here. He’s tidied and cleaned everything in the house at least ten thousand times. She doesn’t have to make small talk and host him. “I can help. Whatever you’re doing.”

She waves that off and smiles like it’s funny. “That’s all right. It’ll be faster if I do it myself and the kitchen is no place for you.” 

Because it’s her kitchen? Or because she thinks he can’t cook? Or because she looks at him like he’s still a child? Or he's a man who shouldn’t be doing ~women’s~ chores? It could be any one of those. Or every one of them. “Can I just see Chris then? I won’t be in the way. You don’t have to do anything for me.”

“Eddie,” she says and her voice gets sterner. Colder. “It’s not a good time right now. Why don’t you come back— hmm, we have activities tomorrow and your father is taking him out after school. How about on Wednesday? Or Friday? That would be better. You could come over then.”

He could— come over then? Then? He could wait days and then see Chris? They’re busy today and tomorrow and he’s supposed to wait around and do nothing? “You don’t have to feed me or host me. I just want to see my son.”

“Christopher is doing his homework right now. You’ll only distract him.”

Distract him? Eddie, Chris’ father, is a distraction? “I can help him with his homework.”

That earns him a disapproving scowl. “It won’t help him learn if you are doing the work for him.”

“I know that,” he almost snaps. It’s far too close to it. Which will not help. She’ll scold him if he’s angry. He would’ve been sent to his room and ignored, and it was awful when she wouldn’t talk to him and was disappointed in him. He tries to take a breath. Shove it down. Put it away. “You think I don’t know that he needs to learn for himself? Mom, I’m not—”

She puts her hands up but doesn’t touch him. She wants to quiet him. Because he’s the one who is overemotional and unreasonable. “It’s best if you don’t distract him while he’s working. You’ll only upset him if he sees you now. Now is not the time. He needs to finish his school work first.”

Okay. Sure. Maybe. 

Would Chris really be upset to see him? No, they haven’t exactly worked through or resolved anything. They need to. Obviously. Hence Eddie in the middle of this whole situation. But they’ve had conversations. Would Eddie really be detrimental to Chris functioning? 

Why wouldn’t he be. Hasn’t he always been that to everyone? 

“I— I flew all the way here,” he says. It’s quiet, tempered, but desperation and anguish are difficult monsters to conceal. “I’m moving here.”

“Then you’ll have plenty of opportunities to see him when it’s a better time.” 

A better time? “What do you mean a better time? I won’t bother you. I’m not going to distract him. I can’t have two minutes with him?” It’s angry. It sounds too angry. Too cracked. Unstable.

She steps forward onto the porch and closes the door behind her, clearly blocking him from the house and anything inside. “Is that what’s best for your son? Or what’s best for you? Are you thinking about his needs at all or only what you want?”

There’s no air in Eddie’s lungs. There might not be blood in his body for all he knows. He swallows hard and it’s rocks and dryness and everything hurts. He won’t see Chris. He can’t see Chris. She’s not going to let him. What can he do? Is there anything he can do? Besides make it worse? 

“Okay,” he says quietly and feels like he’s maybe ten years old and two feet tall. “I’ll come back on Wednesday.”

“Good. Thank you for finally choosing Christopher instead of yourself.” She turns and shuts the front door behind her, and leaves Eddie on the porch all alone without another word. 

No invite for a visit. No invite to dinner. No “good to see you, how are you.” He can’t help, he’s not allowed.

No Chris. 

What in the actual hell just happened? 

[heeheesang]

𝐚𝐧 (𝐮𝐧)𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝑤𝑖𝑛 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑’𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 .

꩜ .ᐟ jaehyun tries to win his girl best friend’s heart with the help from her brother . they came up with a plan ( of course ) , it includes three phases and jaehyun has to execute the phases well or he is done for .

꩜ .ᐟ warnings ! angst , car crash mentioned . i cried writing this , so if you’re crying … you”re not the only one >< fluff fluff fluff ! not proofread :3

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⋮ PHASE ONE .

jaehyun has been super distant with you lately . despite considering him your all—time—bestfriend and going out with him and your brother’s friend group , he tries to maintain space between the two of you . which made you super curious , why would he distance himself from you ?

it was simple , he was afraid of rejection . he recently confessed to your brother that he likes you , and the first advice he received was to stay away from you . the explanation ? han taesan said , and jaehyun quotes , “ if she likes you , she’ll keep pestering you about the distance . if she leaves you in silence then she doesn’t like you . “

so there he is , maintaining a distance with you . i mean , were you weirded out by it ? definitely . he used to be affectionate but now he’s like a ball of nonchalant-ness . if you get what i mean . but you only managed to keep your cool for three days before running after him once the school bells rang , yelling straight at him in his face . “ did i do something wrong ?! why are you ignoring me … “

that was all jaehyun needed to bring a smile back on his face , a confrontation from you to show him that you cared about him . he lets out a short chuckle , “ you didn’t do anything wrong , ynie … i just wanted to see your reaction . did you do something wrong ? “

you rolled your eyes and slapped his arm , “ i thought i did something to upset you , stupid ! made me so worried about you , gosh . “ he laughed at your response , offering to buy you lunch for a week . you refused his offer , mumbling something about him not habing enough money but was he really paying attention to your nagging ? no , he was staring deep into your eyes , thinking if he could actually swim in them .

“ are you even paying attention ? “ you snapped at him as he giggled , nodding as he dragged you by the arm to the cafeteria , meeting your brother and his friends . jaehyun sat right next to you as he gave your brother a look , ‘ taesan i did it . ‘ kind of look .

bringing him to phase two of their plan .

⋮ PHASE TWO .

“ jaehyun , did you get me these ? “ you questioned the man through the video call as his ears perked and his eyes shift from whatever he was doing to his phone , nodding shyly as he replied . “ as an apology , for ignoring you . “ you rolled your eyes playfully , thinking it was one of his tricks .

but what you didn’t expect was — him getting you small gifts everytime you hung out with him . heck even if it you were out with the other five boys , he’d pull you aside just so he could give you a small gift he brought with him to see you reaction . and maybe to get you to himself , even if it was for a minute .

“ i love the gifts , myungjae . but what’s the occassion ? it’s … different because you usually offer to pay for food and now you’re giving me gifts everytime we hang out ? it’s like you have a crush on me , myungjae ~ “ you teased him as his ears grew red and hot , feeling embarrassed and praying taesan would come to his rescue .

he wanted you to know he has a huge — the biggest crush on you . he felt like confessing straight to your face and prayed that you would accept his confession . he thinks there is a fifty fifty chance you would accept him because he’s getting mixed signals from you as well . the other fifty ? maybe the friendship was too precious to break .

“ oh my god , myungjae , look at these ! “ you would point out every time you saw something that resembled the both of you . in this case , a puppy and kitten keychain . he absolutely loved the reactions you had , the big smile that would reach your eyes and the little excited jumps you would do .

every time the two of you — or seven of you , hung out , he would always send you home . if you wanted to walk and enjoy the moment before heading home , he would be there right by your side . if you wanted to take the bus , he would prepare some songs in his playlist that described you perfectly — as if he doesn’t already , as you shared a wired earpiece together . if you wanted to take a cab , he would stay in that cab with you to make sure you were safe and walk himself home . if you wanted to take the motor bike with your brother , he would fasten your helmet tightly and called you immediately when you arrived home to ensure your safety once again .

he was shocked when he noticed how affectionate you were with him recently , passing him sweets with sweet notes — he wants to call them love letters — and getting physical with him . giving him hugs and interlocking your hands together as you strolled through the park nearby your house . he was about seventy percent sure you like him back , which led him to phase three , the final phase .

⋮ PHASE THREE .

phase three … the most crucial phase , according to taesan . he had to prepare his confession and confess to you before graduation which was in exactly five days . after sharing whatever he felt with you to taesan , taesan expects it to be a success if it was to be carried out well .

“ myungjae , who are you asking to prom ? “ you continuously asked him as he sighed , placing the tray of food on the table as the two joined their friends . “ i’m going alone , ynie … now , eat . “ jaehyun shot a glare to taesan who was trying to hold in his laughter . you stayed silent , munching on the pasta before announcing , “ if nobody asks me out to prom , i’ll ask riwoo out ! “ everyone at the table dropped their cutleries as they broke out into fits of laughter .

“ i’m sure someone will ask you out , you have to be patient , yn … “ riwoo said between laughs as everyone continued eating . that’s when jaehyun knew , he had to speed up the confessions process . and that meant , rushing home after school and planning it out on his notebook . he ignored your messages and lied saying his phone was taken away , smirking when you took the bait .

for the past three days , you’ve been going home with your brother and didn’t have time to even say goodbye to jaehyun as he sprints out of school . “ taesan , why is jaehyun so weird these days ? he’s running home … “ you would ask your brother but he shrugs it off , saying it’s probably an emergency at home . but did that make you feel any better ? hell no , why wouldn’t he tell you if he had emergencies at home , his parents were very much well acquainted with you by now , even treated you as their own daughter .

“ yn ! could you come over ? it’s an emergency ! “ taesan called you as you panicked and hurriedly left the house and ran towards the boys’ usual hang out crib . what emergency ? did something happen to jaehyun ? wait … why did you assume it was jaehyun ? well … surprise surprise , you like jaehyun . why else would you have written those letters filled with love and hold hands with him ..?

as soon as you arrived , you knocked and yelled out for taesan and jaehyun’s names but there wasn’t any response . you unlocked the door with the spare key under the mat and entered the house in a messy state , you were in your pajamas with hair messy from running in the strong wind and your phone barely charged . what caught you offguard was a walkway of lilies leading to their dim litted living room .

you walked towards the front and turned on the light after fidgeting with a bunch of light switches . you almost fell in shock when all five boys stood infront of you , in a blouse along with some black trousers . you let out an awkward chuckle , “ what’s happening haha … is this a prank ? “

the moment you said that , jaehyun appeared in between taesan and riwoo , in a black suit and tie with flowers in his hand . suddenly , a background music was heard as jaehyun sang along , using the bouquet of flowers as a microphone . you were — shocked ? excited ? you weren’t exactly sure because you were still overwhelmed by the whole situation …

“ i’d get along with your dad , for you ~ “ he ended as he bowed like a prince and held the bouquet right in front of your face . your eyes widened in shock when everything registered in your head , did he just do a whole serenade for you ? in front of your brother snd shared friends ?! if you could see yourself right now , you were as red as a tomato . maybe even worse …

“ you … like me ? “ you asked as he stood up and straightened his back , running a hand through his hair awkwardly as he nodded . “ for a while actually … like , three months ? “ the moment those words left his mouth , your jaw dropped . three months and he’s already mustered the courage to do this ..? that’s myung jaehyun for you …

“ so … would you like to be my date for prom and have a date after that ? “ jaehyun asks as you smiled softly , taking the flowers from his hands as you nodded , “ i would gladly , go to prom and go on a date with you myungjae . “

you could still remember how happy he was . he jumped for joy , hugging each and every one of his friends as he reached you . lifting you in the air as he joked , “ now you don’t have to go with riwoo ! “

⋮ UNHAPPY ACCIDENTS .

“ today was fun , jaehyun ~ “ you complimented as you entered his car . it’s been a year since the both of you dated and he finally had a car . he was excited to bring you around in his car , especially since you were going to be his passenger princess .

he smiled in excitement , starting the car as he slowly got on the road . the drive was soothing and calm at first , until the both of you were suddenly crashed into a truck filled with gasoline . the next thing you knew , you woke up in the hospital with the five surrounding you .

“ where’s … where’s jaehyun … “ was the first thing you asked after waking up from a week coma . you sat up and straightened your body , taesan immediately hugging you tightly as he cried loudly . you were confused , what happened ? why was everyone crying ? why did you have burns on your body ?

and that’s when it hit you . you pushed taesan off as you stood up shakily , walking around the room to find jaehyun but to no avail . there was no way , right ..? you ran over to taesan and grabbed his arm tightly , “ jaehyun … where did he … go ? “ he couldn’t answer you at all . he turned to leehan who was also crying .

“ yn … i need you to sit down for this . “ riwoo said as calmly as he could despite the tears flowing from his eyes . tears were already pooling at the brim of your eyes , you could’ve sorta expected the outcome from this , but were you ready to accept it ? no , no you weren’t .

“ jaehyun … he didn’t make it yn . the policemen and doctors at scene said he was hugging you before you both rolled out of the car . he was … they tried to resuscitate him but it failed , horribly . he had no pulse and wasn’t breathing anymore … they didn’t expect you to make it as well , but you showed a single pulse . jaehyun really was … he was hopeless . they couldn’t detect anything from him .“ riwoo explained as you broke down , he hugged you before he lost his own life .

the moment you were discharged , the boys took you to his grave . you couldn’t help but break down yet again for the nth time this week . he was and still is your everything . he sacrificied himself to save you . the boys stood behind you as you wailed on his grave , “ why … why myungjae … it should’ve been me , you shouldn’t be there now ! fuck … i miss you . if you can hear me , i miss and love you a lot . you were an angel sent to me , and i’ll always remember you , myung jaehyun . i love you , always and forever . “

you reached into your pocket , pulling out the puppy and kitten matching keychains and placed one on his grave . you were probably seeing things but you could see him standing from afar , waving as he smiled at you . he was glowing , a white robe set on him as what seemed like a halo was hanging above his head . you broke out into tears at the thought of seeing him for the last time , smiling and waving back as with a single blink , he disappeared .

i love you forever and always , myung jaehyun . i’ll see you soon .

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[cambankromyy]

TRUE COLORS (01): the good old days. - (smau & irl au) childhood bsf!rafe cameron x thornton!reader

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INTRO - PART 1 - PART 2

synopsis;

Yn Thornton is Topper's little sister and the Cameron siblings' best friend. Growing up, She, Topper, Sarah, and Rafe were like royalty on Figure 8, but the pressure of being at the top of the kook hierarchy left her feeling trapped. While sarah and yn broke free, embracing life with the Pogues, Rafe stayed behind, burdened by his fathers expectations. As she found freedom outside the kook world, Rafe spiraled, torn between the life he hated and his need to hold on to her- the one person who truly understood him.

chapter overview;

A year before everything changed, the youngest thornton was still living the dream- or atleast what everyone else thought was the dream. Introducing the height of their kook royalty era, the four children at a gala hosted by their families where she and sarah start seeing the cons of this lavish lifestyle. Not all happiness is gone, as yacht days and time spent with her best friends almost make fake smiles and boring speeches worth it.

months ago, when everything was good:

The day was exactly what you’d expect from a Kook on the Thornton-Cameron yacht: sunshine, laughter, and luxury. She and Sarah were living it up at the front, posing for photos with the perfect sunset behind them, while Topper got wiped out by a rogue wave in knee-deep water. He stumbled back onto the yacht with a grin and a laugh, drenched but too proud to admit it. Rafe, on the other hand, had been fiddling with the speakers for what felt like hours, trying to get the perfect playlist going. By the time he was done, everyone else was already soaked and sunburned, but it didn’t matter because the music was just right, and the day was still far from over.

They were scheduled to go to the thornton siblings' new mother, francesca skye-thornton's gala later that day. Another one of those "networking" events the Cameron-Thornton development business threw, and what used to be a typical day for these four. Going to a business event almost every day during the summer was a norm by now, mastering the art of small talk and fake smiles.

Later that night:

You slipped into the gala, wearing a beautiful silk dress that reached the floor; the one your new stepmother had picked out. It was just the way she wanted, and that’s all that mattered.

Top did his thing, gliding effortlessly through the crowd, greeting everyone with that perfect, practiced smile. He was playing the role of the golden boy, fitting in with the high society effortlessly, and no one could have done it better.

But then there was Rafe. He was moving through the gala, same as everyone else, but there was something in his eyes that was hard to ignore. He wasn’t fully engaged, not like the others. I could tell. He was going through the motions, but his attention kept drifting, and I swear, every time he looked at someone, I could see that frustration flickering in his gaze.

It wasn’t the first time you’d noticed it.

After one of the end-of-summer bonfires, it came up. It was the kind of humid night where everything felt heavy, the air, the smoke, the way your thoughts lingered longer than they should. Most of the group had already peeled off, leaving just you and Rafe walking back to the house. The soft crunch of sand underfoot filled the silence.

“Don’t you think they have it good?” Rafe asked suddenly, as he bit the inside of his lip, worried of what your response would be.

You glanced over, looking confused. “Who?”

He kicked at a piece of driftwood, not turning to look at you. “Them, the Pogues. They just... I don’t know. They do whatever they want.”

You let out a small laugh, and the question almost felt like a trap. The pogues were low-lives; that's what you were taught your whole life. “Yeah, because they don’t care about anything. They have nothing to loose.”

The conversation hung there for a moment before he shrugged it off, "you're right, you're right," he responded, not wanting to go deeper, "that was fuckin' stupid. Forget I ever said that,". You look at him, expecting him to laugh it off. Instead, he looks worried. Like actually putting this into words was the biggest mistake he had made.

You hadn’t said anything at the time, not because you disagreed, but because you genuinely hadn't thought about it. You and sarah never worried about the future of the company because it wasn't your duty. Your dad's had made it clear topper and rafe would be the ones to inherit the company; but only if they were able to live up to their expectations. You never realized the burden that had on either of them, especially rafe.

Francesca takes the stage to give her speech, the same one she gives every year. It drags on forever. You zone out, her words just blending into the background. It’s the usual—thank-yous, praises, the same tired act. She knows exactly what to say, exactly how to look, while everyone else watches and nods along. But you can’t help but wonder how much of it’s real.

You glance back at Rafe. He nudges you, catching your eye. His voice is low when he speaks.

“You good?”

You nod, keeping the smile in place. “Yeah. Just tired.”

It’s not a lie, but it’s not the whole truth either. You’re more than tired. You’re drained.

After frances' stupid speech and a billion more meaningless conversations, its finally time to leave. You quickly drive home, showering as soon as you get there, and tucking into bed as your phone lights up with a notification from sarah.

You stare at the text for a moment,

"we should've".

She’s made comments like this before, but tonight it feels different. You can’t tell if she’s joking or if she actually means it—like maybe she’s finally as tired of all this as you are. It reminds you of what Rafe said after the bonfire, when he admitted he was sick of pretending. Maybe it’s the same feeling, but you can’t tell for sure.

You swipe to the left, returning to the imessage home page. You stare at rafe's profile thats pinned at the top, among sarah, topper, and your dad. You impulsively click on it, and before you can think about it, send the text.

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[frombloodandfire]

Indigo

“I used to shine bright like gold, now I’m all indigo.”

A woman who tries to escape her past with no hope for the future, ends up on an unknown place playing childhood games to win. A man from her past happens to be there for the exact same reason. Will they escape their haunted pasts? Or they will end up dying in vain?

Just a pilot first chapter to see if you all like this series! It will be an oc x Cho Sang Woo, but I will try to not use her name much either (im avoiding y/n so I’m keeping it simple). Also English is my second language so forgive me for any mistakes and please correct me! Some things are left unknown for later chapters. <3

Warnings: blood, depression, heavy language etc.

She woke to the soft sound of rain tapping against the window. The night had been rough, and the day promised to be no easier. She was already late for a job interview, probably another one she'd never hear back from, just like all the others.

The phone rang, pulling her from her thoughts. She scrambled across the tiny room, pulling on her clothes as she went.

Who could it be at this hour?

"Can we talk?" came the voice on the other end, low and urgent.

"I'm late for something," she replied, trying to rush through the words.

"Meet me at seven tonight," the man said, cutting her off. "I finish work early."

Before she could respond, he hung up. Not that she wanted to, but she knew she’d go. But why would he want to meet on a random Thursday evening?

The interview had been a brief glimmer of hope "We’ll call you in the next few days.”they said to her. The school was only twenty minutes away from her apartment, a dream job. Maybe this was the universe’s way of throwing her a bone.

The rain had stopped by the time she arrived at the metro station, and she smiled, because maybe it was her lucky day finally after so many years. But as she waited for the next train, a tall man in a business suit, carrying a small case, approached her. She ignored him at first, assuming he'd ask for money or try to sell something, but then he spoke.

"Ma’am."

She glanced up, annoyed, then quickly turned away. She didn’t have time for this.

“Sorry, I’m busy…” she muttered, standing up and moving toward an empty seat.

But the man followed her. “I’d like to offer you a great opportunity.”

She paused, narrowing her eyes. "A great opportunity?" she repeated, confused. What was this some sort of scam? Was he a cult recruiter? Either way, she wasn’t interested.

“Want to play a game?” he asked, his voice smooth.

“A game?” She raised an eyebrow. What was he talking about?

Without waiting for her response, the man pulled out two small pieces of paper, one red, the other blue.

“I'm sure you've played ddakji before, right?”

She shook her head. "Not really..."

"It's simple," he explained, handing her the papers. "Try to flip the one on the ground, and you win."

“What do I win?” she asked skeptically.

He ignored her question entirely. "Pick a color."

Reluctantly, she chose the red paper, placing it on the ground and attempting to flip the blue one. It didn’t move.

"Yeah, not gonna happen..." she muttered, a bit embarrassed. The man, without a word, picked up the blue paper and flicked it with ease. It spun perfectly, landing on its edge.

“You have to pay now," he said.

“Pay? What do you mean, I have to pay?” Her heart skipped a beat.

She had a sinking feeling she was being played.

“How about you pay... with your body?”

“Wh—?” Before she could react, he slapped her hard. The force of the blow almost made her stumble, but she managed to steady herself. Rage bubbled up inside her.

“What the hell? That’s it. I’ve had enough.”

Without thinking, she grabbed the red paper, anger fueling her strength. To her surprise, it hit the blue one and it flicked.

“Ha! Take that!” she shouted, feeling a rush of triumph. “So, what do I win? I get to slap you back?” She was now laughing.

The man laughed, unfazed. Then, to her shock, he pulled out a stack of cash 100,000 won and handed it to her with a smile.

“Congratulations. You were great for a beginner!”

She froze, staring at the money. There was no way this was real. A stranger had just handed her cash for a childish game.

“Take this. There are other games you can make much more.” he said, before giving her a small card. It was marked with a triangle, a square, and a circle. When she flipped it over, a number was scribbled on the back.

What the hell? Should I call this? What does it mean?

By the time the evening arrived, she was standing outside his apartment, exactly at 7:00 PM. Three minutes passed. Then five. She hesitated, unsure if she should have come. Maybe she should’ve just gone home.

"Lyanna!" a voice called from the door.

She turned to see him rushing toward her, a sheepish grin on his face. "Sorry for the wait. Let’s get inside. My mom’s not home."

It had been so long since they'd seen each other.

“It’s been a while, Jun Ho. How are you?”

He smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Hard time at work, but... I’m doing okay. What about you? Did you find any job?”

“I can’t say things are great,” she admitted, feeling a lump rise in her throat. “But... I got a job. They accepted me today.”

He laughed, a sound full of relief. “Ah, finally. After all this time... That’s great news. What about the debt? Will you stay in Seoul now that you got the job?”

She hesitated. “The debt... it’s still there,” she said quietly, looking down at the floor. "But, yeah, I’ll stay in Seoul for now. Until I can make enough to get out of here.”

He studied her with concern. The silence that followed was heavy.

“I don’t know why you called, Jun Ho,” she said, breaking the stillness. “Maybe it’s better to forget the past.”

He reached for her arm, his grip tight. "I can’t. I need to find him, Lyanna. You’re my last hope. You’re the only one who can help me."

Her heart tightened. She wanted to help him, but the past... it was too much to carry. "I can’t help you, Jun Ho," she whispered. "I’m just trying to rebuild my own life. I want to find him too for my friend’s sake... but—"

“She would help if it was to find your husband.”

At the mention of her old best friend, a cold shiver ran down her spine. She thought about her every day, ever since she’d passed. The woman had been everything to her.

“This hurts still, you know? Even after all the years…” She said, her voice trembling. “Maybe one day we’ll find him. But I can’t right now, Jun Ho. I’m not in a place to help you. Not when I can’t even help myself.”

She stood up, her hands shaking slightly. “Give my best to your mother,” she said, turning toward the door. But then she stopped, looked him in the eye one last time. “Thank you for calling. I missed you. And I’m glad you’re doing well.”

“Wait!” Jun Ho called, rushing to her. He bent down, picking something off the floor. “You dropped this.”

Shit. The card. She’d dropped it without realizing.

“Oh no. Thank you! I’m such an idiot…” She smiled, forcing herself to laugh. “Stay safe, okay?”

With that, she stepped out the door, her heart heavy with uncertainty as she walked home.

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꧁ Suguru Geto x Black! reader ꧂

Contains following; drug sex, makeup sex, cross faded, suguru being slick toxic, gohoe (gojo stupid ass), arguing and lots of STARZ ass scenario... (guh, anyone even used Starz anymore? Shit used to be a hit...), mating press, overstimulating, breeding, use of the word, 'Nigga', just some raunchy behaviors.. he slick delulu and think men want you...

Creator note: but please I'm fairly new so criticism is aloud... this is proofread...

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You were angry, really fucking angry. Gojo was driving you back home after another eventful night that ended with you and geto in seperate cars on the way home. You and him were at a club and he bring something up that made you sick. So, naturally you said sumthing slick to him too. It ended with you arguing in the parking lot and saying something along the lines of, "You can go fuck some other bitch if they make yo' dick hard!"

Either way, you received messages from him on your way home that were only fuel to your ever ending flames.

You turned your phone off. Ignoring all the calls and facetimes that came through. Gojo took a deep gulp before smiling weakly, "You sure you shouldn't pick that up? You know how geto gets on the road. He'll run a pedestrian over to get to you."

You huffed, nails clacking together as you put it on silent, you turned your puffy eyes to gojo and snarled, "Fuck that nigga! He ain't care when he said he ate me like I'm his ex! So, who give a fuck if that nigga weaving sum traffic fa' me!? 'Shit dead!" You huffed fixing your hair and sundress. Gojo came to a halt at a stop light, he pulled his shades to his nose to look at you. You were heated with geto. This was the second time he's said something like this that's made you angry.

"Who Shay? Yeah, she got some good pussy on them good days... oh you meant y/n? Eh, it varies when she wanna be available." He said laughing with toji. Toji made a slick reply that bounced off geto and stuck right into you. Later that night, you confronted him about it in the parking lot, and he laughed it off, trying to sooth your anger. But you were beyond it, "Well, if you didn't piss me off, I wouldn't say things like that in front of company." Piss him off!? The fuck did you do?

"What the fuck I do to piss you off, huh!?" You yelled. He mumbled about you talking to some guy you saw yesterday at work in the club that night. You angrily detest his accusations of cheating or attempt cheating and told him he was crazy. He yelled at you that he knew what you were up to and that if you were gonna play that game, then he'll play too. Yall screamed all night about it until you just settled on a fuck you and cutting the guy off.

You didn't do a damn thing. You made sure you ain't did nun wrong, even confirming with gojo that he was the one out of line and not you. As you reared home, gojo picked up his phone and spoke. You guys were entering your apartment gates when gojo suddenly halted. He started looking around before parking next to a black mustang. The car lights were on, illuminating the inside and their sat geto looking at the car. His gaze really was directed towards you. He held a phone to his ear as they continued talking hushed. Gojo hung up and unlocked the car doors.

"Shawty, im afraid you gone have to get out. I don't feel like having to buss his lip for keying my shit... he said go get in the car." Gojo said with a smile on his face. You huffed, "My fucking god!"

You got out the car, adjusting your dress to the cold air. You grabbed your Louis purse and your bubble coat before angrily making your way to his car. With a swiftness geto stepped out of the car, smoke emitting and hitting your nose with that familiar scent that made you almost dizzy. To take a hit of that would be heavenly. You pushed past him and got into the car.

You sat their breathing in the scent of weed and Suguru. Geto had went to gojo's car to give him the ole, 'Why you ain't leave her ass for me to come get her!?' Talk. Your hands found their ways into the astray pulling out a fat wood still barely lit.

Oh he fucking thought... You thought to yourself. You pulled out your cute lighter with the pink flames that he bought you to match his green flamed one. You took a long drag before puffing out in relief. Two drags in, the door opened. Geto got in, still pissed, eyeing you with cat eyes.

"What?" You said.

"The fuck you mean what?" He growled. You faced toward him, taking another drag and laughing, "What? Im not finna let you fuck up this wood... so like i said?" You laughed even more taking a couple more hits, feeling that familiar smoke build in your core. Your eyes started faltering and the air felt a bit too light.

Geto tilted his head, "You mad at a fucking joke? And I'm mad that you tryna fuck my bestfriend, so what?"

"Why you mad I want someone better than you? Maybe i should've gotten that guys number tok huh?" You giggled. Geto snapped and grabbed the wood from you. He took a few drags at it before gripping your throat with his free hand. It wasn't to hurt you and neither did he squeeze it like it was. But, something about his face and his body as he did it... turned you on....

"You tryna say he can do better than me mama?" He asked you, lidded black eyes stared right back into yours. He put the wood between his lips, using both hands to slide yours up toward the roof of the car. He leaned closer, smoke filling your lungs. You coughed, catching his attention, "Say it again."

The tension between you and him, had your body vibrating. Not sure if it was the weed, or that little bit of anger that still roared within your ribs but you granted him his wish, "Gojo could fuck me in a stupor before your sorry, pencil dick ass could ever. And maybe might get that nigga to join too, if he not pussy.."

Getos mouth twitched, he took his left hand and held the wood, "Ight..."

☆An hour Later☆

"Ooh daddy~!" You moaned against the covers. Aching and pulling at them as you sweated out on your stomach and knees. Geto was balls deep, pressing you into the bed and marbling st your brown ass jiggling against his abdomen.

"Yeah~? You thought daddy wanted to fuck some other bitch? You thought I was serious? How you think I feel watchin' all those bastards walk up on you, how they get to breathe my baby space? How they get to talk to you like their me... I hate that shit n' you go as far as to make me madder and say you gone fuck gojo?", his thrusts became monstrous. You had already come down your thighs four times and he was working you to your fifth.

Your thighs threatened to crumble when he grabbed the headboard with one hand. His other rested on your ass to keep you in place. You were whining, crying and begging.

"Ah~! Daddy, they didn't mean shit! They didn't mean shit daddy! Ohh my god~��� I swear on my life I wouldn't fuck him! Aughhhh fuckkkkk~♡ Ooh daddy believe me!" You yelled out, hair falling over your sweaty body and face.

Suguru wasn't listening, "Uh huh? Now that's what it is? Now we don't wanna fuck Satoru? Nah, hold yo' resolve and spread them fuckin' legs."

You felt that coil in your stomach about to push you over the edge until their was no feeling. The Pounding stopped and the shaking on the headboard stopped too. You lifted your head enough to see suguru hovered over you. Sweat drenched face, eyes red from a good high and brows furrowed in frustration.

"You not gone do what I say?" He asked you. You're thighs were pressed together shaking. Pussy dripping on your thighs. You laid their whimpering for him, "Sugu~"

With a swiftness, he turned you over on your back. He dragged you to the middle of the bed with him where he folded you in half. Thighs pressed to either side of your head, you felt his thick tip slowly drive itself inside of you. He filled you back up, leaving you leaking his cum and squirt. "Auh~" you moaned. Words weren't forming correctly and your bubbly thoughts weren't connecting.

"Who you gone fuck? Gojo right? You gone fuck gojo right? How gojo gone feel hearin' this pussy sing f' me?" He asked. He pushed and pulled out of you, earning such dastardly noises. You arched against his chest when he sunk back in, picking back up his pace, "Now what the fuck I say? I was joking right?"

His thrusts were leaving you breathless and sightless. Eyes rolled up like rolling pins and mouth opened, drooling. Tears falling from your wasted eyes and lightly down your face.

He slapped your face with his free hand and asked, "I said I was joking didn't I!?" His hair fell around yours, lips brushing against your swollen lips.

"Yeah! Yeah nigga fuckkk~!" You cursed. He smirked when you responded to him in that week voice. That voice with hints of whimpering and compliance, his favorite sound.

"B~ but you made me mad too~!" You whined into his shoulder, scratching his back with broken stilettos (yes, he got them fixed the next day!) Making their marks down his shoulders and towards the middle of his back. He groaned, grinding his hips into you, dragging you against the bed and deeper in. You were thrown, he had you rung five orgasms ago, so you were a bundle of nerves laying under him. He felt his third orgasm arriving, "W~ why you think daddy fucking you like this? Cause I'm sorry too~ but don't daddy need to feel good too~?"

You couldn't even answer him before you're cumming again, "Cumming!"

He bit down on his lip before bearing down and cumming in your tight cunt for the fifth time. You were almost rabbit, fighting to come from under him. He complied and let you go with a chuckle, watching you rive and shake, trying to come down.

You were beautiful when you were angry. But, that satisfaction he got bringing you to your weakest. When he could make you made enough to make you go into thag cute little fit, then say everything your thinking, get a little high and fuck you down to a mindless bunny.

"Still no better than gojo?" He asked you with a wink. Your eyes were all a glow. You waved a hand weakly at his question and turned on your side. Suguru sighed, leaning into you and kissing your temple.

He loved his mad lil' fine shyt. He couldn't argue or complain with anything better than you.

Sorry if this was rushed or badly paced... I've been a little scared to post here so, there will be longer books and shorter books. 😅 *thank you to @anitalenia , for those cute dividers... 😍

[sturniolo04]

The Confession 4 C.S.

Fwb!Mean!Chris x Fwb!Fem!Reader

A/N: I tried something different :)

A/N: If you don't like the preadded name in my stories, you can either add your own name or not read it; it's up to you :)

*Really long you have been warned.

it has been a few days and you have been staying at Madi's house the whole time we havent hung out with the triplets since that last time when literally all of them were mad at you. Which they probably still are mad at you but you all are leaving for hawaii today so which means you have to been with the triplets for two weeks and you couldnt help but think about the deadline nick gave me you dont know how you am going to do it honestly. You sighed out as Madi came in my room

"hey how are holding up jess"

"its going to be so awkward  Madi i really fucked up because i didnt want to get hurt"

"its going to be okay plus Nate is coming i found out from matt"

"you ready to go"

Chris hasnt talked to Jess for a few days and it is killing him that he cant talk to her honestly she truly is his other half like he cant every think of a time besides now they didnt every hang out. She literally is always with him and everytime he was with her he would feel extremely safe with her and maybe it was the way she smelled like vanilla or when he would hug her or just oh my god..

"you ready to go dude"

"hello chriss"

"uh huh yeah give me a second"

me and madi pulled up to the triplets house and you were already immediately ready for this trip to be over even though it hasnt even started yet. Me and made climbed out of my car walking over to the boys loading the van

"hi"

he states as he noticed madi's presence behind him

"hi you"

she states quietly waiting for him to be down doing what he was doing to hug him

"Jess"

"nick im so sorrry i know you are mad at me about chris and everything"

"im not mad at you i was actually hurt you didnt text me these past few days i thought you were mad at me for giving you a deadline with chris"

"no i wasnt mad and i am going to do it"

"tell him"

Nick questions you to make sure you two were on the same topic

"yeah i have to"

you sigh out slowly

"good for you and if he breaks your heart you know i am here for you"

"of course"

"hey"

Nate states as he walks up to the two

"Nathan whats up"

"hey nate"

"i feel like i havent seen you guys in years"

"it kind of has been at least a year"

"what did i miss then in that year then"

"jess likes chris"

"NICK SHUT UPP"

you exclaim quietly smacking nick's arm

"what for real"

he questions you chuckling

"no i dont"

"she does"

" Stop shut the fuck up dude"

you huff out walking away from the two running into you guessed it

"oh my god I'm sorry"

"it's whatever"

he states blowing you off completely walking away to get loaded up in the car with everyone else

"hey you good"

she asks walking up to you

"yeah um are you sitting with Matt"

you reply shaking that encounter off

"yeah you can sit with nick or Nate if you want"

"okay then"

"you guys ready we are leaving"

he shouts as everyone climbs into the van heading to the airport

Time has passed and we made it to the airport and well chris had to sit next to Matt and Madi and he wasn't too happy about it but it wasnt until she asked him to move  that he realized he would be sitting next to Jess

" oh um I can move because I know you're mad at me so I can just go over and seat with Nate"

you state uncomfortably getting up slowly and sitting next to Nate in the aisle behind

Chris wanted to stop her so bad and talk to her but he was mad at her she ignored him for Christ sake his is her best friend at least he thought he was

"whatever Jessica"

he states abruptly focusing on his phone screen in front of him

wow the full first name he is mad at me for real. you walk over and sit next to Nate letting out a big sigh

" so you and Chris"

"not here Nate and no I fucked that up"

"what how"

"it's a long story"

you state closing your eyes for take off as nate places his hand on yours. you smile at the soft contact

we finally got settled into our Airbnb in Hawaii and Matt knows his brother he is bothered by something other than the obvious of jess completely ignoring him last week but this was different

"matt can I ask you something... does Nate like have something going on with Jess or"

"No and even if they did why does it matter to you"

"I mean no it doesn't-  I just realized that I mean I thought they were something is all"

"what the fuck Chri- wait- you like her don't you"

"what the fuck matt no I don't"

he exclaims standing up from the couch they were sitting on

"okay then you don't maybe you should just talk to her"

"maybe I will where is she"

he replies giving in finally regardless to his past feelings

"maybe in her room or outside exploring with Madi"

"well I'm right here so the first one chris "

she states sitting next to matt resting her head on his shoulder

"word"

He states walking into her room which was a few feet away

"nate"

"uh hey what's up"

he greets awkwardly

"what are you doing"

"just chilling why"

"um yeah it's whatever"

"Nateee I couldn't find the the hat you were talking abou- Chris"

you trails off as she spots Chris

" uhh it's okay"

he says noticing your movement after realizing Chris was in the room

"can I talk to jess for a minute nate"

"uh sure I'll be out here with Matt and Madi"

"umm do want to sit"

"actually can we maybe walk on the beach"

"yeah sure"

you nod her head following Chris outside

you two ended up walking on the beach in complete silence. Chris was being weird he was just being completely mad at me and now he wanted to talk to you. Just 2 hours ago he couldn't stand being next to you and now this

"jess are you and Nate"

"what!!!"

you exclaim at the thought

"no Chris just friends promise"

"just asking"

"yeah no I like someone else"

you state quietly

"even though he may not want nothing to do with me at least relationship wise"

"what do you mean you're amazing anyone who wouldn't want you is fucking stupid"

"thanks Chris"

"yeah"

he trails off

"hey so listen I wanted to tell you I'm sorry for being a douche to you"

"no I'm sorry for being weird all week and even now I guess I'm such a bad best friend"

"yeah you are'

he chuckles out

"hey"

you exclaim playfully pushing your shoulder into his lightly

"but seriously I miss you Jess like hanging out with you I feel like we used to talk about everything and when you got mad at me I literally had no one else to talk to"

"I'm sorry and I missed you too"

you say quietly

"why were you even mad at me"

he asked as you freezes at the question

oh my god Jess now is your chance just say what you have always been wanting to say.. rip the bandaid off now. You stop in my tracks and go for it finally

"umm Chris I was trying now to say anything to protect myself but I was only being weird to you and mad at you I guess because I"

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[blackbatcass]

ENOUGH about steph and jason’s parallels as the dead robins, where is all the meta about dick and steph as the two ‘failed’ robins who were fired

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Actually I think I’ll die mad at my bros high school girlfriend. I hope she gets stuck in stop-and-go traffic for an hour every time she travels for more than 20 minutes.

[pseudowho]

"--n'then...n'then we put on our Welly boots and we put on our skirts and then we're explorer-dancers and we go, go, go--"

Your daughter led Yuuji for his next great adventure; he followed gladly, for being big brother was preferable to any mission. You sank into the relief of being ignored.

Moments passed, and you felt Kento approach behind you, feigning snores into your shoulder and crushing you against the kitchen counter. He chuckled as you reached back to pinch his hips.

You smiled into your tea, leaning back for a morning-coffee-breath kiss.

"Morning handsome."

"Not handsome," Kento rumbled, his voice scratchy, "scruffy." You hummed to yourself, closing your eyes against the curling steam from your mug.

Despite the random noise vomit coming from your daughter, some obnoxious children's morning TV show, and the bustle and the clatter, this was peace.

There was something odd to your daughter's noise vomit, though. Something strange; her series of squeals, grunts, deep rumbles and tiny screams, told the tale of a bunny rabbit being chased by some enormous bear. You frowned. You whispered back to Kento.

"What on earth is she doing?"

"Don't ask questions. Just take the break. You know what she's li--"

"Hey, baby," you chirped, your daughter stopping her odd noises and looking up from her colouring, "those are some funny noises."

"Heard them!" She piped, her tongue between her lips as she surveyed her pens for the right shade of green. You waited for her to elaborate, and she did, "From yours and daddy's room, last night."

You felt yourself pale at the edges, and almost choked on your tea. Kento was washing dishes behind you, and you heard him fumble a glass into the sink.

Yuuji didn't look up from his colouring, but mused aloud, "Huh, I didn't hear that. Just lots and lots of thumping nois--"

Yuuji gasped, a filthy gasp, his jaw dropping and his head snapping up to look at you and Kento with absolute outrage. He clapped his hands over your daughters' ears, as if to prevent her from hearing any further debauchery.

You sunk your face onto your arms, feeling steam rise off the top of your head. The silence was thick.

"You and daddy should play quietly," your daughter mused, mulish and sage, "I am very sleepy this morning."

"Don't worry, darling," Kento toned, his face and voice carefully schooled, "I'll get your mummy a gag--"

"Shut up Kento, I'll get you a muzzle--"

Yuuji all but shouted, shooting to his feet, "Hey, how about we go to the park, huh, kiddo? Just me and you!"

Your daughter squealed with delight, abandoning her pens to dart to the door for her coat. Yuuji fumbled past the kitchen counter, pearl-clutching with his nose in the air.

"And--and you two-- you should think about what you've done," Yuuji scolded. You felt Kento vibrate with mirth, with his face hidden in your shoulders. You hung your head, truly mortified, and Yuuji continued, finger-wagging, "Disgusting-- get a room--"

"--we were in our room, Yuuji--"

"--shut up-- horrible-- gross-- ugh!"

Yuuji swept out of the door with a slam. Your daughters' voice faded into the distance. You felt Kento's hand slip up under your shirt, moaning into your neck as he found your breasts.

"Does this mean we can be louder now?"

"You're never touching me again, Kento, I'm chaste forevermore--"

"--alright...after this one."

A silence. Another hand coming up to slip beneath your panties, and you shivered, huffing.

"...alright. Just once more. Then chaste, forevermore."

"Sure. Absolutely."

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Am I The Problem? | Franco Colapinto x Williams! Reader

Summary: After finding out you were going to be teammates, you and Franco have very different reactions. Franco is prepared to worship the track you race on whilst you do everything to ignore him. Until it becomes impossible to

Warnings: angst, swearing, the loss of a family member, a suggestive comment

Requested: Yes by anon (full request)

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williamsracing welcome to the team. we’re so excited to have you become part of the williams family 

user1 so they’re replacing logan, an f2 driver promoted to f1 too soon, with an f2 driver promoted to f1 too soon?

officialmpmotorsport we’re very proud of what you’ve achieved this season, and good luck in f1

user2 this doesn’t feel fair. he’s getting a seat (amazing) but will be paired with a driver who doesn’t want him there

dennis_hauger 👏🏻👏🏻

user3 has anyone checked on yn? she was always so happy to be racing alongside her childhood friend, and now they don’t even get to finish the season together

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yn_ln i knew i was going to have to say goodbye at some point but i never expected it to be so soon. i couldn't have asked for a better teammate but at least you’ll always be my friend. i’ll miss you so much, lo lo, but i will be there supporting you wherever you go next 

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logansargeant 🤍

→ user4 signs of life! 

→ user5 the fact that she is the only person he has responded to

user6 even when she’s devasted, she stays respectful. literally the perfect role model for girls in karting

user7 chat, do we think yn will stay with williams next year?

→ user8 i don’t think she even wants to stay with williams for the rest of the season

→ user9 she looks so miserable any time she’s with them/james vowels

user10 poor franco. she didn’t even congratulate him on any of the posts

→ user11 because she doesn’t have to

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yn_ln posted a new story

logansargeant replied wow so i really am easy to replace → yn_ln lo, no…  → logansargeant how many more times are you going to fall for that? → yn_ln dickhead  → logansargeant the internet was right. you are the personification of satan → yn_ln 🖕🏻🖕🏻

oscarpiastri replied haha the heart eyes are winning you over → yn_ln you can’t say anything, lando lover → oscarpiastri 🙄

user12 replied girl, did you cover up James’ face? 😂

francolapinto replied is that me?? 

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Thumb scrolling down your feed, you couldn't stop the wounded look twisting your face. Numerous tweets glanced back at you, informing you that your teammate’s fans had a very low opinion of you. Was it really a shock that you wouldn’t like journalists hounding your teammate? Had you truly been that mean to him that signs of basic human decency came as a surprise?

The door to your driver’s room was cracked open slightly, allowing you to catch a glimpse of the disconsolate body that shuffled past. A cap covered his usual mop of curls and his head hung low. All he wanted was to hide away in his driver’s room. Away from the hustle and bustle of the garage. All alone. 

“Franco.”

A soft voice broke him from his sorrow. He’d never heard it say his name before, and he’d certainly never heard that gentle tone directed at him. His head snapped up in disbelief. Spinning around, he moved too fast and stumbled slightly. A pink flush decorated his cheeks, realising he’d just embarrassed himself in front of the woman finally talking to him. Your head poked out of the gap between your door and the wall. Almost hesitant to bridge the space between the two of you. You weren’t even fully aware of when you had moved, or decided to talk to him. But here you were, staring at his brown eyes, widened with scepticism.

Committing to your actions, you pushed yourself into the hallway. Unused to such close proximity to you, Franco took two shaky steps back. He could almost feel the wall behind him. 

“I heard about your grandfather. I just wanted to offer my condolences.” Your teeth pulled at your bottom lip. “The media were out of line this morning.” 

“Oh, thank you.” 

Uncomfortable silence stretched between the pair of you. A need to fill it swelled within you.

“Nobody would blame you if you needed the day off. It’s not like we’re going to win any points in the Sprint.”

“I bet you’d like that. A race without me,” his tone was sharp, edged with grief. 

It was a stark contrast to the light, playful timbre you’d become accustomed to hearing around the garage. Hurt briefly flickered across your face, causing him to almost regret his words. But he’d had enough. 

He was tired. He was hurt, and he was not in the mood to be treated like he wasn’t there. Every day he hoped that you would finally speak to him. That you would smile at him, or share the glowing personality you had around the rest of the Grid. When he was still in F2, he’d been lucky enough to spend a day or two with you, and you’d been so warm and inviting. But, the person he was introduced to when he replaced Logan Sargeant hadn’t shown any sign of the person from before. 

“Wait, what? No. Franco, I just… Look, I found out from Twitter and-”

“It’s not like you give me the chance to tell you things in person.” 

Rubbing your hand over your face, you pondered whether you were doing more damage than good. All you wanted was to make amends, and not treat him like shit on a shitty day. Realising you couldn't make things worse, you decided to own up to your less-than-stellar behaviour. 

“Franco, I just wanted to say… I don’t really know what to say. Other than that, I am so incredibly sorry for the way that I’ve acted these past couple of weeks. Believe me, I’m not proud of my actions, and it’s been made very clear to me that I could be ruining your dream.” 

Your feet very subtly shifted closer to him, and his body was acutely aware of the smaller window of space between the two of you. The hairs on the back of his neck raised when the scent of your perfume invaded his nose. He loved that smell. 

“I’ve been so terrible to you. The internet knows that I’ve been terrible to you. And what makes it all that much worse, is that it doesn’t really have anything to do with you.”

Franco watched you inhale deeply before barrelling forward with your heartfelt apology. Your nose had pinkened from the exertion of your speech. Franco decided it was the most adorable thing he’d ever seen. 

“The truth is, I was angry. I was angry at the team, and the management, and the way they treated Logan was horrendous. But I didn’t realise that I was then doing the same thing to you, and I’m really sorry. I’m aware that none of this justifies my behaviour or makes it right but I just need you to know how much I regret what I’ve done. You’re so talented, Franco. If you had joined the team at any other time, I would’ve been flattered that you were so excited to be my teammate. I still am and-”

“Querida, breathe.” Franco’s lips curled in the corner. A small smile but the first time he had done so since yesterday. “I get it. You’re sorry. You were still mean though.” 

Your heart fluttered at the affectionate term he’d used. After years of working with Spanish drivers, you’d picked up a few words here and there. Unfortunately, his following words ruined any hope you’d felt. 

Scuffing your shoe against the floor, you avoided looking at him. “I know. I know. I don’t know how I’ll ever make it up to you.”

Franco reached out, taking your hand into his. His palm was warm and heated against your cold, almost clammy one. He was endeared by how nervous you seemed to be. At his touch, your head finally lifted to look at him. You were taken aback when your eyes met his, realising he was already staring at you. 

“You could always give me your seat.” He let out a booming laugh at the look of shock on your face. 

“Oh, I get it, you’re winding me up.” You pushed him away from you but your combined hands just ended up pulling you into him.” 

“I wasn’t lying in those interviews. You really are one of my idols. It’s going to take a bit more than a tantrum for me to be mad at you. However, if you really feel you need to make it up to me, I’m not going to object.” 

A body turned the corner, causing you to leap away from the Argentinian. His eyes twinkled as he did his best to keep his face neutral. You scrambled to compose yourself when John, your physiotherapist, glanced between the two of you. He raised his brows before walking past you and into your driver’s room. 

“You have 30 seconds, Yn, to finish your conversation and get your ass in here.” He closed the door behind him, allowing you some privacy. 

Franco turned to walk away, knowing you liked to run on a tight schedule, and not wanting to infringe on that when you seemed to be making a shaky form of peace.

“Dinner!” You blurted out, voice bouncing off the white plastic walls. 

Staring at his muscular back, you watched his shoulders shake with silent laughter before he turned back to look at you. 

“What about it?” 

“Do you eat it?” How were you making this worse!?

“Yes, every day.” 

He wasn’t making this easy on you. 

“Maybe, if you’re not busy this evening, I could buy you dinner when we get out of here.”

“It would have to be early. I don’t know if you know this but I have a very busy day tomorrow.”

“I think I prefer not talking to you.” 

“I’d love to have dinner with you, Cariño,” Franco smiled, “so long as you don’t spend the entire meal sullenly glaring at me. It seems to be a habit with you.”

An irritated shout of your name sounded from inside your room, reminding you that you were well past your allotted thirty seconds. 

Not wanting Franco to have the last word, you looked at Franco before you entered your room. “I’m not sorry that I snuck an LS2 cap into your pile of hats to sign.”

His face turns from pure adoration to unadulterated offence. “That was you?!” 

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its_yn my boy 💕

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williamsracing took team bonding to a new level

→ francolapinto i aim to please 

user13 i knew that episode of team torque was carrying a different kind of tension

→ user14 no because he was so giggly and she was giving him full on banter 

→ user15 let’s not ignore how she kept blushing when she caught him looking at her

user16 she fell victim to the heart eyes

→ yn_ln how could i not? have you seen how intense they are? 

user17 oh no because now how do we tell who the biggest simp is 

francolapinto my lips are still waiting for that kiss

→ yn_ln come here then

→ francolapinto 🏃🏽🏃🏽💋

→ user18 oh no. now we have to deal with this instead 

logansargeant excuse me but where is his shirt in that last picture 

→ oscarpiastri completely scandalous behaviour. reported 

→ yn_ln piss off the pair of you 

→ logansargeant @/oscarpiastri pay up. she did my thing first 

→ oscarpiastri technically she did my thing first 

→ francolapinto she did both in the same day 

→ yn_ln franco!

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I need more dad Sukuna and mom reader fics / headcsnons, I love the way you wrote for them!!

hey anon thank you! i'm thinking about making this a series, if you guys have any ideas/requests/prompts lmk <3

PICKING UP BABY FROM SCHOOL oops, toddlers can't ride motorcyles! (dad!sukuna x mom!reader)

sukuna rolled up about twenty minutes before his daughter's school got out, deploying the kickstand of his pitch black motorcycle against the rainbow colored fencing. he pulled off his helmet, sighing deeply when he met fresh air again.

his phone buzzed against his thigh. he pulled it out of his tight cargo pocket, answering immediately when he saw your caller ID. "hey, doll."

"you got there okay?" you asked.

"mhm."

"and you're on the right side of the building? that's where her class comes out."

"mhm."

"great." you exhaled. "m'sorry i couldn't make it this time—"

"stop." he says gruffly, his phone between his shoulder and ear as he pulls off his gloves. "what are you sorry for, silly girl? you're sick and should rest."

he doesn't mind anything when it comes to his two girls, not the fifteen minute commute to her school or the half hour of waiting just to get a parking spot nice and close to the doors.

your laugh was warbled over the phone. "at least the car is air conditioned. it's been getting warmer lately."

"..." he looked down at his bike.

"ryo, baby?" you hummed.

"hm?"

"you did take the car, right?"

"..."

his silence was all you needed to hear. he tuned out your worried rambling about how the hell is your daughter going to get home on that thing in order to process. toddlers don't usually use motorcycles as a mode of transportation... and he should've thought of this before!

"it'd be fine if i had an extra seat." he mused, debating on how he could manage this situation without having to call you to get them.

"an extra seat?! not even an extra helmet?" you shrieked. "baby, i swear, if you're actually thinking about driving with my baby girl on that thing—"

"relax, doll," he grumbled, pushing down the traces of embarrassment burning at his ears. "the brat will be fine, s'just a couple blocks away. she can handle the wind."

"..."

the bell rang and the doors swung open, children pouring out of the hallway and buzzing around in search of their parents.

"she's out, we'll see you soon." he was about to hang up when he heard,

"i'm literally about to come get you, do NOT go anywhere."

he frowns, his eyes scouring the crowd of midgets for his kid. he didn't mean to make you so upset and worried. he just... overlooked important details sometimes. not his fault, he's trying his best :(

"y/n, you will sit your ass down in bed. when i come home, you better be laying down exactly how i left you." he warned. he heard your breath hitch. "you trust me, don't you, baby?"

"yes... unfortunately."

he nodded. "we'll be home soon."

"in one piece?"

he rolled his eyes, grumbling. "yes, woman."

"hm." you huffed and hung up.

he strolled into the compound. as soon as he saw those pretty eyes that creased happily when they landed on him, he smiled and crouched down.

she ran over to him, her backpack jostling behind her. she held up a painting she made. "daddy, look!"

"i see." he pulled her closer, holding the backpack off her back and letting her walk off it. he slung the bedazzled bratz backpack over his shoulder, lifting her up in his arms. "what is it?"

"for mama."

"oh. all your crafts seem to be for mama. still nothing for me." he complained with a drawn out sigh.

she rolled her eyes, and he swore he was looking at you for a second.

"don't roll your eyes at me, brat." he scoffed. "who the hell even taught you that?" he muttered under his breath.

sukuna finally stopped in front of his bike. her eyes lit up as her legs started to kick in excitement. she's only ever seen daddy ride off on this thing, now she gets to ride with him?

he swung his leg over the bike, ignoring the mix of distasteful and flirtatious looks thrown at him. "okay, kid." he exhaled, shrugging off his jacket and holding it up to her. "gotta put this on."

she turned up her nose. "stinky."

his jaw dropped open. "i showered before i came to wait half an hour for you, chubby brat. the hell do you think you're talking to?"

she looked at him as if it were obvious.

"you'll put this on now. give me mama's painting, i'll put it in your bag." he said gruffly yet gently slid the painting into her backpack with the utmost care.

the jacket drowned her, the sleeves near triple the length of her arms. sukuna zipped her up and put the helmet on her head.

she started to whine. "stinky." she wailed.

"hush." he hissed, slapping some shades on and holding her towards her chest firmly. with her protected as best as he could with what he had, and with the jeweled backpack strapped to his back, he began to roll out into the road.

that drive home was the longest thirty minutes of his life. he had never drove so slow before.

you were waiting by the front door, running down to meet them as your husband pulled into the driveway.

"oh my god oh my god," you ripped your baby from his arms, tossing the helmet off her head. "are you okay, baby?" you smoothed away the sweaty hair from her face, your lips pursing when you hear her sniffles.

"my poor baby. daddy's never gonna pick you up again, don't you worry." you peppered her face with kisses.

sukuna caught the helmet before it crashed to the ground, walking behind you with his hands in his pockets. he kissed your temple as he leaned over your shoulder to peer down at his daughter. "daddy didn't do so bad."

you glare at him, cradling your daughter's head against your chest. you whirl away and storm into the house.

he sighed.

after many apologetic kisses and a good amount of groveling, you let him do pick-ups and drop-offs again. though you made sure to watch him get into the car before he drove off.

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what brought back that smile? - lando norris

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pairing: lando norris x fem! reader

warnings: kinda established relationship, fresh relationship, curious muppets!, English is my second language!

type: fluff, pure fluff

word count: 3,5k

summary: 5 times when someone asked the reason for Lando's sudden surge of happiness, but he preferred to keep his sweet secrets to himself

more content: f1 masterlist, lando norris masterlist, birthday one-shot

Since Lando Norris broke up with his then-girlfriend Luishina in 2022, no one has seen him this happy since. Of course, there have been moments where Lando walked around smiling - for example, when he won his first race in Miami or partying with friends in Ibiza. On more than one occasion, fans saw him joking and laughing until his stomach hurt with other drivers, but further down the line, everyone knew that the old Lando was gone. The one who laughed through love. The one foolishly in love, who proved it at every turn. Since his former relationship, Lando hasn't bonded with anyone - there were only rumors of fleeting romances or PR relationships. Until recently. In fact, no one knows when it took place. And since when Lando felt like a foolishly infatuated boy again.

THE FIRST TIME: Oscar Piastri When Oscar noticed changes in Lando's behavior, it was not much before the Japanese race. Or at least it wasn't so visible before. Norris was walking around smiling from ear to ear, constantly forgetting what he should do or who he should talk to about the changes in the car. No one paid much attention to it, and Oscar initially tried to ignore it as well, and winning in Miami a month later further eclipsed the spy's thoughts. After all, Lando had won his first race after so long in Formula One and so many times standing on the podium. The Mclaren drivers weren't the best of friends on the grid, but Oscar knew it wasn't because of winning the race. Or at least not just because of that.

Oscar was curious, even if he said very little about his life, the Lando case drilled him from the bottom up. And it started off small.

One morning 2 weeks after the Miami race, Lando showed up for a meeting with a goofy smile on his face. His attention was focused on everything during the strategy discussion, his mind was clearly elsewhere.

“Are you okay?” asked Oscar, poking his teammate under the table. As if awakened from his trance, Lando stopped tapping his fingers against his thigh and turned his head toward the Australian, smiling that silly grin again. “Yeah, all good, mate. “ he asked, tilting his head to the side. Oh, how foolishly charmed he was. “Why do you ask?”

Oscar shrugged. “I dunno. You just seem... happier these days. What brought back that smile?”

The question hung in the air for a long moment. Lando hung his head and laughed quietly under his breath, as if he was thinking whether he wanted to say it or rather not. And that was the option he chose, keeping his new infatuation to himself.

“Well, you know, buddy, I won a race recently. A chance to celebrate, huh?”

Oscar laughed, but couldn't shake the feeling that there was something else behind that smile, and that Lando was lying right in his eyes. Something - or someone - had brought back that trademark Lando smile. But Oscar decided to let it go for now.

Meanwhile, Lando was smiling to himself. Was it really that noticeable? Could everyone now know his sweet secret?

Such questions were cluttering his mind, but he tried not to worry about them. They were quickly superseded by thoughts of [Y.N]. It was wild how fast she had slipped into his life. What had started as a chance meeting turned into hours of effortless conversation, late-night phone calls, and a connection that had somehow brought him back to life. He hadn't felt this way since…. well, he couldn't remember the last time. And that was the point of it all.

MUPPETS: Carlos Sainz Jr Carlos had known Lando since 2019, so this year was their 5th anniversary of knowing each other. From the very beginning, the men, despite the age difference, got along great. And they soon became friends, too, supporting each other in worse and better moments. You could say they knew each other like the back of their hand, so while Lando was drifting away more and more each possible time during their conversations, the Spaniard had no more questions or thoughts. He was well aware that his younger friend's head was occupied by not something, but someone.

The sun beat down on the lush green of the golf course, the Spanish heat was unrelenting even in the early hours of the day. Carlos set up for his shot, squinting against the blinding glare, while Lando stood to the side, waiting his turn. It was a rare moment of calm before the chaos of the Spanish Grand Prix weekend, and Carlos was glad to be spending it with his best friend.

Until he saw Lando miss every time, which hadn't happened all that often before. Well, okay, Lando was worse than Carlos at golf, but to that extent?

And those constant glances at the phone, which he was so reluctant to leave in the golf cart.

“Ay, muppet. What the hell is wrong with you?” rang out Carlos' voice as he hit the ball.

Of course it flew cleanly where it was supposed to fly. But what's the pleasure of playing as your friend drills a hole in the grass with his club, his other hand constantly checking his phone screen?

"Huh?" Lando snapped out of his trance. This had been happening to him more and more often lately, nay, it had been happening to him for more than three months now.

“You’ve been smiling like an idiot all day,” Carlos teased, though his tone was softer, more curious than mocking. “Actually, you’ve been like this for weeks like not months now. So, tell me—who is she?”

Lando’s cheeks flushed pink, and he quickly turned his attention to the golf ball at his feet, fiddling with his club. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he muttered, but there was a grin he couldn’t quite suppress. And in fact, I don't think he wanted to get rid of it.

Carlos laughed, poking Lando playfully on the shoulder. “Come on, cabrón. I know you too well and it's been a long time since you've been this happy. So who's the lucky girl? Who brought back that smile?”

Lando sighed under his breath - he knew he could trust Carlos, he was his best friend. He just liked the fact that he and [Y.N] were in a closed bubble of happiness that they had made for themselves in three months. Of course it was still fresh and nothing was certain yet, but Lando gave in. To whom as to whom, but to Carlos he already had to tell. It was drilling him from the inside.

“It's … nothing serious,” Lando finally said, shrugging his shoulders as if it was no big deal. “It's just… I'm meeting someone. I'm trying to keep it discreet.”

Carlos raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Dude, I've known you long enough to know when you're serious about someone,” he said, and his voice became softer. “And if she makes you smile like that, I'd say it's more than a casual.”

Lando bit his lip, trying to hide the smile that threatened to break through. The truth was that [Y.N] had quickly become the best part of his days.

“Maybe,” he admitted, finally meeting Carlos' gaze. “But for now it's just … between us, sure?

Carlos clapped Lando on the back, a broad grin on his face. “I’m happy for you, hermano. And don’t worry—I won’t tell anyone. But I have to say, it’s good to see you like this again.”

They both laughed and Lando already knew he was lost. Together, with Carlos, were like the biggest gossips, so he quickly unlocked his phone, even jumping up and down with happiness, wanting to show Carlos some pictures of them together. What luck befell him when he found out that [Y.N] also loves to take pictures.

Carlos leaned closer, curious. Lando pulled out a photo from a few weeks ago - from his once-in-a-lifetime date with [Y.N]. They were sitting on a blanket in a meadow somewhere by the water, the golden sunset casting a warm glow over them. The girl's head was tilted toward him and resting on his shoulder, her eyes were crinkling with laughter, and Lando looked happier than Carlos had seen him in a long time. His hand was on the girl's shoulders, visibly embracing her closer to him.

“I want her to be the one, you know?” muttered Lando, smiling even wider when he saw the notification from her.

LUCKY CHARM: Lando's parents Lando was able to hide his fresh relationship from his friends, from his fans and from the rest of the world. But he definitely couldn't hide it from his parents and siblings. Not even a month of knowing [Y.N] had passed when he vividly talked about how much he had fallen in love and how he hoped she was the one and last woman in his life. His loved ones were damn happy to finally see the most sincere smile of his entire life on the face of this little Lando Norris.

The air around Silverstone was charged with electricity, and the energy of the home crowd gave Lando joy like no other race on the calendar. Walking through the bustling paddock, he felt lighter than he had in years. It wasn't just the thrill of racing on his own track - it was the realization that somewhere among the sea of faces there was [Y.N], watching him.

Fortunately, he managed to smuggle her into a private hospitality suite, away from prying cameras, journalists and fans. They had been seeing each other for almost four months, in truth they were not a couple, but everything was going for it. Lando wasn't the only one who was foolishly infatuated with the relationship; the girl, like him, walked around with her head in the clouds, as her university colleagues or friends seemed to notice more than once. But in her case it was easier to hide, after all, she didn't have a million eyes on her like Lando did.

When Lando entered his private area in the Mclaren garage, he immediately noticed his parents, sisters and brother, who were smiling at him from ear to ear. The entire Norris family had a close relationship with each other, so of course everyone knew about Lando's new sweetheart, whom he had been dating with for four months.

“And there's our smiling boy!” laughed Lando's mother, hugging her son tightly. The driver laughed under his breath, hugging his family one by one, fortunately in a place where the eyes of others did not reach and they could have a moment of peace. “I'm glad you're all here,” Lando said, stroking his younger sister Flo's hair.

“How could we not be here?” asked Oliver, Lando's brother, laughing under his breath.

The atmosphere was great, however, everyone knew this question would come sooner than perhaps it should?

“Well, you know what, tell us where she is,” said Lando's dad, poking him lightly on the shoulder. “You're laughing so hard, I won't believe she's not here.”

“Yes! Show us finally what brought back that smile,” said his mom, echoing her husband.

Lando felt his face heat up, but he couldn’t keep the grin from spreading. “You two don’t miss a thing, do you?” he said, shaking his head.

“We just want to meet her,” his mum said softly, eyes twinkling with warmth. “We’ve heard so much about her, and if she’s the reason our son’s been so happy lately, we’d love to say hello.”

After a moment's thought, Lando nodded. “All right. I'll bring her - but behave,” he said with nervous but excited energy.

Lando slipped stealthily out of the garage and headed for his room, which only he and a few Mclaren people had access to. Although it was a rather hidden place, [Y.N] did not complain. She could wait out the time until the race in peace, just as she could go out to Mclaren's garage and watch it there. Lando made her as comfortable as possible.

When the girl saw him, she raised her eyes and smiled warmly in his direction. “Are you okay?” she asked.

“Yes, everything is fine,” he assured her, taking her hand in his. At the same time, he forced her to get up from the soft couch. “But… there is someone who wants to meet you. My family is even dying to meet the woman of my heart.”

The girl took a deep breath and smiled. “I'd love to meet them.”

Holding hands, they returned to the hospitality. When they went inside, Lando's mother sighed quietly and immediately crossed the room to hug [Y.N]. “Oh, how nice to finally meet you,” she said, and her voice was filled with sincere warmth.

“She's beautiful,” Cisca whispered, looking at Lando. The boy only whispered a quiet “I know” and laughed under his breath.

Immediately the whole family greeted the girl, hugging her tightly and bestowing kind words on her, including telling her how happy they were that she was making Lando so happy again. And everything was somehow better. His parents and siblings were talking to the girl he'd had in his heart for several months, and everything was going smoothly. Lando was just standing off to the side, keeping his hand on her back and giving her a little kiss to make her feel better. But he was probably the most stressed one there.

Lando checked his watch, feeling the familiar pre-start jitters begin to overwhelm him. But today he felt a little better than usual.

“I have to go now,” he said reluctantly, turning to face the girl. His parents moved away to give them a moment of privacy.

“You can do it, you're amazing on the track,” she purred, placing her hands on his shoulders and gently correcting his suit.

Lando merely smiled in her direction and without hesitation placed his hand on her cheek and leaned in, pressing their lips together in a quick but tender kiss. This was not how they had imagined their first kiss, but in that moment it was their best memory and the time this kiss could have happened. Lando pulled away from [Y.N], their eyes met and they both smiled at each other, giggling under their breath.

Lando checked his watch, feeling the familiar pre-race jitters starting to creep in.

“I’ve got to go,” he said reluctantly, turning to her. His parents stepped back to give them a moment of privacy.

“Good luck out there,” she whispered, her eyes shining with pride. “You’re going to do amazing.”

Lando smiled, but there was a flicker of nerves in his eyes. “I hope so. This one’s important,” he said softly.

[Y.N] reached up, cupping his cheek with her hand. “You’ve got this, Lando. I believe in you.”

Without thinking, Lando leaned in, pressing his lips to hers in a swift, impulsive kiss. It wasn’t planned, but in that moment, it felt like the most natural thing in the world. He pulled back, their eyes locking, and they both smiled.

“For good luck,” he whispered, his voice low enough that only she could hear.

And even if he came in third place after the race, it didn't bother him much. He won something better and it was an amazing woman.

HI IBIZA: Max Fewtrell stream Max knew Lando since they were kids. Both could not imagine life without the other person, they were inseparable. Even if it didn't work out for them to be Formula One drivers by their side, it didn't change anything. They were always side by side, and as soon as Max heard about Lando's new crush, he knew this was the one. Norris had never talked so seriously and eagerly about any girl before. And Max liked to tease him about it. But at the same time, he was damn happy.

The warm glow of sunset in Ibiza paints everything with a golden sheen. Lando Norris, Max Fewtrell and their group of friends held a casual live stream at their bungalow, which they rented for the whole group of friends. This stream was definitely different from their typical ones, where they played games on two different sides of the screen, but that was good too.

Everyone was more muted than at times when they were playing and shouting at each other. However, the biggest difference could be felt in Lando. He was more subdued, gently but sincerely smiling, and his eyes shone with such happiness that you could envy him.

The stream had been going on for about an hour, and the fans didn't run out of questions. They were inundated with the same questions as always, but today they had more opportunity to answer them because they weren't stressed by the background game. Lando kept getting questions about the Championship, the races, the competition and some side silliness. Until Max caught one significant comment among thousands of others. And of course he had to ask them.

Fan comment: "Lando, what brought back that smile? It's been a long time since we've seen you so happy, and of course that's great, but what's your secret?"

Max looks at Lando with a smile and winks. "Good question," he says, leaning back in his chair. "So, man, what's been making you so happy lately?"

"Oh, you know. Life has been better lately. Beautiful weather, sunshine, we have a beach house. The break from racing is good for me too, my head isn't as busy," Lando replied, playing with his hair and smiling under his breath.

Oh how he lied, how he lied to keep his bubble of happiness calm even longer.

"Really? Gee, I guess I agree with that comment, you're somehow happier lately," said Max, glancing at Lando with a teasing look. He remembered well how Lando had talked down his relationship on the stream, but he wasn't going to do the same to him. "Or maybe you've found a hobby other than Formula One?"

"Maybe," he laughed lightly under his breath, feeling the warmth inside his body. "I guess I just got old and I'm not that rebellious 20-year-old anymore "

"Oh, it's definitely old age, you name it" Max laughed and went back to looking for interesting comments, leaving the matter of Lando's happiness. He wanted his friend to still have peace from prying eyes.

After the stream was over, everyone went their separate ways. Some decided to have a bonfire, but Lando felt he needed the solitude. He walked out to the beach, which they had right outside the gate of their cottage, and felt the cooler evening wind brush his face. He smiled under his breath when he saw [Y.N] by the shore. It wasn't a smile that the cameras could see; he reserved this one for her alone.

The girl was wearing a white loose dress that swayed gently in the wind, and her hair was tousled by the wind. It wasn't a moment before she heard him and gently turned toward him, giving him a beautiful smile. "Have you finished the stream yet?"

"It's been a while now," Lando stepped closer, feeling the sand under his feet surround him pleasantly. "I had to get away from the chaos. And the fans are getting curious, they asked what secret I have"

Girl raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Secret? What secret?"

Lando smiles mischievously and walks closer. "That I'm the happiest I've been in years." - he says in a quiet but sincere voice.

[Y.N] smiles, her eyes sparkling in the moonlight. Without another word, she steps into his arms, and Lando doesn't hesitate to wrap his arms around her, pulling her close. They stand there for a moment, just the two of them, the sound of the waves crashing in the background. Lando takes a deep breath and places a kiss on her hair, pulling her even closer to him. It was the peace he had needed for a long time

FIRST CHRISMTAS: [Y.N] Lando and [Y.N] had been together for almost half a year. Their lives were filled with happiness that neither of them had ever experienced before. From the first day, they understood each other like two peas in a pod, and that's how it stayed. That's why she was surprised by how happy Lando was.

The couple in love are together in the kitchen, with the countertop in front of them strewn with flour and other ingredients for making gingerbread cookies. [Y.N] is wearing one of Lando's voluminous sweaters and humming a Christmas carol, pacing next to the countertop. Lando, on the other hand, dressed in his loose Mclaren T-shirt and Christmas pajama pants, is trying to roll out the dough, but it's not going well. His hands are covered in flour and the dough keeps sticking to the rolling pin. Well, it's easier to say that his whole body is covered in flour.

"Do you need help, chef?" - asks [Y.N], leaning against the countertop and looking at him with an amused smile.

Lando raises his gaze, feigning impatience. "It's harder than it looks, sure?" - He laughs, combing his flour-dusted hair with his hand. "I thought baking was supposed to be easy."

"It's easy, you just have some manual problems," the girl laughs and moves to his side, gently taking the rolling pin from his hands. "Here, let me," she says, guiding him to the side. Their fingers brush as she takes over, a soft, tender moment.

"Sure, my baking queen," the boy laughs, looking at her with adoration.

"You could do the icing." the girl says, pointing to the already made gingerbread cookies.

Lando's eyes brighten, his smile widening. "Icing, huh? That's sounds better." He grabs a piping bag and starts filling it, but as he attempts to pipe a simple design, it all goes horribly wrong.

“Lando!” she laughs, her eyes crinkling with amusement. The icing has spilled everywhere.

He looks down at his hands, dripping with icing. “Well, that’s not what I had in mind…” He shrugs sheepishly.

“You’re adorable when you try, you know that?” She leans in and wipes a bit of icing from his cheek, her thumb brushing against his skin.

“And you’re just adorable,” he says, moving closer to her.

Lando’s hands quickly find their place on her waist, and his face is twisted into a genuine big smile. They both giggle, putting the matter of the cookies aside.

“What brought that smile again, huh?” the girl asks, touching his lips, which is also dirty with icing.

“You,” he says simply, and his voice carries a quiet sincerity that makes her heart skip a beat. "It was always you"

For a moment, they both stand in silence, the hum of the Christmas music in the background, the quiet crackling of the small fire in the corner of the livingroom adding to the coziness of the apartment. It’s a peaceful stillness, the kind that only exists between two people who’ve found something real.

A/N: i know it's no nut november and this should be smut but i swear when i had a vision i had to write this. i hope you like it because i won't lie, i fucking love it!

please do not copy and translate my works! in case of any issues related to this - I invite you to discuss privately :)

[josephandrewstarkey]

drew and reader have a toddler but they are broken up because reader thinks that drew and odessa are together. drew came to pick up the toddler and they start arguing over nothing because they miss each other so much.

ty for your request anon, i hope you like it!

second chances

warnings: slight angst

disclaimer: this is absolutely no shade/hate towards odessa, this is simply just for the plot <3

words: 1.036

❧ drew starkey x reader

The familiar sound of Drew’s car pulling up in the driveway sent a wave of tension through Y/N. She adjusted her grip on their toddler, Harper, who was happily babbling in her arms, blissfully unaware of the heavy silence that had settled between her parents for weeks.

It hadn’t been easy since the breakup. Y/N had thought she could handle it, but every time Drew came to pick up their daughter, the ache in her chest only grew deeper. It wasn’t just the end of their relationship that stung—it was the constant thought that he had moved on with Odessa. The rumors, the paparazzi photos, they all painted a picture that was too hard to ignore.

As Drew walked up the steps and knocked on the door, Y/N’s pulse quickened. She let out a slow breath and opened the door, greeted by the sight of him—his tousled hair, the familiar warmth in his eyes as he looked at Harper. For a moment, her heart faltered. Despite everything, seeing him still made her stomach flip.

“Hey,” Drew said softly, his eyes flicking to hers before focusing on Harper, who squealed with joy and reached out for him.

“Hi,” Y/N replied, handing their daughter over, careful to avoid letting their fingers touch. She couldn’t handle that right now.

Drew cradled Harper with ease, making her giggle as he kissed her cheek. For a moment, there was a pause, a heavy silence that neither of them knew how to fill.

“I’ve packed her bag,” Y/N said quickly, gesturing to the small backpack by the door. “Everything she’ll need for the weekend.”

Drew nodded, bouncing Harper slightly in his arms, though his gaze lingered on Y/N. “Thanks. I’ll have her back by Sunday night.”

Another stretch of silence filled the space between them, awkward and stifling. Y/N clenched her jaw, her mind swirling with all the things she wanted to say but couldn’t. She didn’t want to argue in front of Harper, but the frustration, the loneliness—it was all building inside her, begging to spill out.

And then it happened.

“So… how’s Odessa?” she asked, the words sharper than she intended, bitterness lacing her tone. She regretted it as soon as they left her lips, but the question hung in the air between them.

Drew’s brows furrowed, his hold on Harper tightening slightly. “What?”

Y/N crossed her arms defensively, her voice quieter now but still tense. “You two seem pretty close lately. The pictures... the rumors...”

Drew’s expression darkened, and he shifted Harper in his arms as she started to squirm. “Y/N, there’s nothing going on between me and Odessa. You know that.”

“Do I?” Y/N’s eyes flashed with hurt. “Because all I see is you spending more time with her than—”

“This again?” Drew interrupted, frustration creeping into his voice. “You’re really going to bring this up every time I come here? You think I don’t miss you? Miss us?”

Y/N’s breath hitched, the raw emotion in his voice catching her off guard. But she wasn’t ready to back down. “If you miss us so much, maybe you shouldn’t be cozying up to her in every photo.”

“I’m not cozying up to anyone,” Drew said, his voice rising slightly as he shifted Harper to his hip, trying to stay calm in front of their daughter. “I’m doing my job, Y/N. Odessa is a friend, and you know that. But you’ve already made up your mind, haven’t you?”

Y/N’s eyes filled with tears, but she blinked them back. “I made up my mind because you didn’t fight for us, Drew. You let us fall apart.”

Drew’s jaw clenched, his gaze softening as he saw the hurt written all over her face. “I didn’t want to lose you. I still don’t. But you keep pushing me away.”

“Because I can’t compete with her!” Y/N cried, her voice breaking. “I can’t compete with everything your world demands. It was always the two of us, and now... now it feels like I’m on the outside.”

Harper, sensing the tension, began to fuss, and Drew immediately began soothing her, rocking her gently. His eyes never left Y/N’s, though, filled with frustration, pain, and something else—something deeper.

“You’re not on the outside,” Drew said quietly, his voice thick with emotion. “You’re the one I love, Y/N. You’re the mother of my daughter, and you’re the only one I want. Odessa... she’s just a friend. That’s it.”

Y/N stared at him, her defenses crumbling as the weight of his words settled in. She wanted to believe him—God, she wanted to believe him so badly. But the pain of the last few months had built walls around her heart, and it wasn’t easy to just let them down.

“I miss you,” Drew whispered, his voice raw. “I miss us. This… this isn’t what I want. We’re a family, Y/N. I can’t keep doing this if we’re not going to at least try.”

Y/N swallowed hard, her heart aching as she looked at him, holding their daughter in his arms—their little family that felt so fractured. “I miss you too,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “But I don’t know how to fix this, Drew. I don’t know how to trust that it’ll be different.”

Drew stepped closer, his free hand reaching out to gently cup her cheek. She didn’t pull away. “We fix it by talking, by being honest. Not by pushing each other away. Please… let’s try. For Harper. For us.”

Tears slipped down Y/N’s cheeks as she closed her eyes, leaning into his touch. She felt the weight of his words, the sincerity in them. Maybe they could try. Maybe they could find their way back to each other.

Opening her eyes, she met his gaze, filled with hope and longing. “Okay,” she whispered. “Let’s try.”

Drew let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding, his thumb brushing away her tears. “I love you, Y/N. That’s never changed.”

“I love you too,” she whispered, her heart finally beginning to mend.

And as Harper giggled between them, oblivious to the pain and healing happening around her, Y/N and Drew realized that maybe, just maybe, their family wasn’t broken after all.