#farewell y i never knew u

[f4iryfever]

Hellloooo hruuu?? Can u do smth abt jealous soobin touching/gripping ur thighs as a warning that hes jealous and the only way to settle this is in bed👀 he also has a breeding kink 😔

Can i be a ✏️ anon? :3

hiii im good thank you! im so sorry for responding so late, I’ve just been so busy with studies AND OMFG YES OFC YOU CAN BE ✏️ ANON AAAA <3333

warnings; jealous!soobin, thigh gripping, hip gripping, clingy!soobin, possessive!soobin, unsafe driving, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), boob obsessed soobin, swearing, car sex (ik anon said bed but i feel like this just suited sex in a car), this is very short im so sorry 😭 pls tell me if i missed out on anything!! MINORS DNI!!!

It was a normal day like any other, the boys came around to join you and Soobin at the arcade near your shared apartment where you go everyday.

And just like any other day, you and Beomgyu were playing on the dance stage, competing to see who’ll win but something was different. Something only Soobin noticed.

Today Beomgyu was being more touchy with you, holding your waist at times when it wasn’t needed and giving you little touches here and there; Soobin did not like it at all. The grip on his drink tightened as he watched the way Beomgyu easily picked you up to move you back onto your side after you managed to wiggle your way to his.

When the dance ended and the results came onto the screen showing that you won, you cheered loudly, shoving your L shaped fingers to his faux saddened face. “I WON I WON I WONNNN!!!” You giggled jumping up and down causing your breasts to move along with you.

Your naïve bubbly self didn’t realise the way Beomgyu’s eyes were attached to the way your perky breasts were jumping nor did you notice the way he covered his hardened dick with his hands.

But Soobin did and he did not like it. At all.

“SOOBIE I WON!!” You rushed over to your boyfriend excitedly, enveloping him in a tight hug. You expected your sweet loving boyfriend to reciprocate the hug but it never came. You pulled away looking at him confused as a cute frown sat between your eyebrows, “Baby are you okay?”

Soobin let out a breath, his hands finding purchase on your hips, his dark eyes meeting yours. “Mhm,” he muttered, rubbing circles onto your clothed skin. “y/n…”

“Yes?”

“Y’know you’re mine, right?” He asked, his predatory eyes never leaving your doe ones. “Of course!!” You felt offended that he had asked you that, of course you were his, why on earth would he question your loyalty??

“Hey Y/N, wanna do one more round?” Beomgyu came up to the couple, his small smile going wide at your eager nods. But before you could follow the long haired man onto the dance steps, you felt a strong grip on you wrist tugging you back. You turned around to look at Soobin glaring daggers at the man in front. The grip on your hip getting harder that you knew was going to leave a bruise. But you loved it, it turned you on.

“We’re leaving,” He gritted out, pulling you out the arcade not letting you to bid your farewell to your friend.

“Soobin what was that for?” You questioned only to be responded by being forcefully shoved into the passenger seat. You watched as he got into the drivers seat, not bothering to put his seatbelt on, he put a protective hand onto your plush thigh, gripping it tightly before zooming past the arcade. You squealed at the sudden speed, your hands desperately trying to find your seatbelt.

The foot that was on the pedal went in deeper causing the car to go even faster as the hand on your thigh squeezed more of your flesh. You worriedly looked at him trying to get him to slow down but it was no use, his eyes were stuck onto the road and had only one destination in his mind.

“Soobin!” You shook his arm, “Soobin please! Talk to me! What happened?!” As soon as that query left your mouth, he harshly braked causing you to fall face flat onto his lap. Your face on top of his covered cock.

“You wanna talk? Let’s fucking talk, get your ass over here,” The black haired man undid your seatbelt, helping you to move over to sit onto his laps as your back rested against the steering wheel.

“Soobi-” His lips engulfed yours in a heated kiss before you could even speak, his tongue pushing past your teeth to collide with yours, sucking on it harshly. His large veiny hand slithered to your hair, tugging at it as he continued his administrations on your lips.

He pulled away, a string of saliva forming between both of your plush lips before he dipped his head to suck and bite harshly on the skin of your throat. A high pitched moan left your lips, your fingers running through his silky hair gripping tightly at the base as he continued to suck his way down to the hem of your shirt.

Without a second thought, the man under you ripped your shirt in two exposing your breasts. “Soobin!” You gasped out but he didn’t care, not when your boobs were in his view.

His heart shaped lips immediately engulfed your nipple, sucking it and coating his saliva all over it whilst the other was being tortured by his large hand. A wanton moan escaped you when you felt Soobin scraping the tip of your hardened nipple with his sharp teeth. “Oh my…” You groaned aloud, grinding your hips down onto his hardened cock.

“Mine. All mine.” He mumbled onto your skin, kissing the valley of your breasts up to your other nipple. “Only for me to see and touch.” That was when it hit you, he was jealous.

“Mmm is my baby jealous?” You hummed out, arching your back when Soobin began trailing open mouthed kisses down your stomach. “So what if I am? You like it when I’m jealous,” He muttered against your lips before harshly kissing them, one hand gripping the back of your head to keep you in place while he made out with you whilst the other one went down to unbutton your jeans.

“Oh really?” You asked breaking the kiss before he pulled you back in again, “Mhm.” He mumbled against your plush lips, you felt two of his nimble fingers rubbing against your covered soaked pussy. “This is the proof that I need,” He cockily pointed out before shoving your wet panties to the side and plunging his fingers in.

You moaned loudly throwing your face in the crook of his neck, his scent invading your senses as his fingers spread apart in your hole, preparing you for his cock. The pace that his fingers had only increased faster and faster with the way you were moaning and grinding down on his digits.

Soobin removed his fingers, plopping them in his mouth sucking on them lewdly whilst maintaining eye contact with you. His once innocent eyes changed to dominant lustful ones, “Taste so good baby, need your pussy squeezing my cock.”

In one quick movement, his dick sprung out from the confinements of his jeans, his hand coming up to stroke his red tipped leaking cock. No matter how many times you had sex with Soobin, his size always shocked you and like always, you would take his cock like the good slut you are.

He guided his tip to your weeping hole, collecting your juices before lowering you down as you hurriedly wrapped your arms around his neck for support. You both threw your heads back moaning at the stretch his cock was giving to your pussy.

“F-fuck baby you’re so tight,” He groaned out, squeezing his eyes shut at the tight grip your pussy has around his dick. “G-gonna make me cum if you continue doing that!” He warned as your pussy only squeezed tighter.

Once his dick was fully inside of you, he held onto your hips and pulled you up from him only to slam you back down. You moaned loudly at the feeling of his cock filling up your pussy with every thrust.

“Oh Soobin!” You moaned out each time his dick thrusted up to your cunt, the pace that he was fucking you in had you curling your toes and clawing at the back of his neck. “That’s it baby, moan out my name. Tell me baby, who do you belong to?”

A shriek escaped you when you felt his tip hit your cervix so sinfully, “Oh fuck! More please I want moreeeee!” Tears spilled down your face, feeling yourself getting drunk at the way his mushroom tip hit your g-spot every time.

“I asked you a question baby, I expect an answer,” The grip on your hips got stronger as he bounced you down onto his cock harder and harder. “Aaah oh my- you! You Soobin! I-i belong to you!”

Soobin’s eyes never left your boobs bouncing up and down in front of his face, he dipped his head low to suck on your nipple again. The feeling of his warm mouth on your nipple and his cock slamming into your ruined pussy was all getting too much, the knot in your stomach getting tighter.

The car was filled with the filthy sounds of skin slapping onto each other as the thought of someone walking past and watching you getting fucked was in the back of both of your minds.

“Gonna breed you full with my babies so everyone will know you’re mine,” He grunted out, fucking you harder than before; he too was feeling his orgasm getting close.

“I-I’m gonna cum!!” You cried out feeling the knot in your stomach start to unravel as Soobin’s cock continued to torture your pussy. “Cum! Fucking cum, let me fuck you a baby!” He yelled out feeling his orgasm splatter across your walls, painting them white.

You screamed out loud, feeling your cum spilling all over his cock but that didn’t stop Soobin from fucking his cum into you. “Can’t lose a single drop,” He mumbled as he continued to fuck his orgasm into him.

You whined in overstimulation, tugging his hair on the back of his head as he finally let go of you but not before putting your panties in place to make sure none of his cum goes to waste.

Your now clothed private sat on his limp dick as you tried catching your breath, resting on Soobin’s chest. God you loved it when he was jealous.

guys let’s just ignore that really shitty ending 😭😭😭😭 anon im SO sorry for making this so late, i was so busy but thankfully im free now so please send in more asks <333

tags; @inkigayocamman @babymochibeargyu

[midnightbears]

Arranged marriage with Gyomei pls. Kagaya matched Gyomei with Y/N ​​for some reason and Gyomei slowly falling in love with y/n 🥲🥲❤

✿ i love you, and i want to find out what that means together.

#STARRING: himejima gyomei ft. fem!reader

#TAGS: arranged marriage. gyomei is in his early twenties in this one! set before the main events of kny. some invented lore for the sake of the story please just bear it thanks

#NOTES: hello there! thank you for your request <3 tbh I've always had this specific idea stuck in my head and you just gave me a reason to write for it LMAO i actually went kind of crazy with this fic omg i loved to write it let me know if u would like a part two! hope you like it and hope it wasn't too much LMAOOo

your existence could be hashed over with one word.

purpose.

ever since you could remember, your entire life had been mapped out for you: what to eat, what to not eat, what to like, what to dislike, what to wear, your hobbies, your pastimes, your vocabulary—everything. apparently, every inane thing that had been shoved down your throat was only done to make you a dignified woman worthy of whichever lord they married you off to.

you and your family hailed from a long line of priests and priestesses, where the girls were raised to be proper wives and shrine maidens and the boys were carefully taught the profession in hopes of serving important figures throughout japan.

you were helping your mother tend to the flowers one day when a messenger from the ubuyashiki clan—a kakushi, as you heard they were called—appeared before your temple's door, asking your father to choose and provide the clan with one of his daughters.

you were picked immediately, and you had no choice but to stand before your father, trembling, and pretend that you agreed with his decision with a serene expression on your face. you could tell this was just his way of finally getting rid of you.

in the words of your father behind closed doors, if someone couldn't be bothered to have the decency to visit the temple in person and instead sent a mere messenger to request a carefully trained shrine maiden, it was clear they didn't deserve the best of what he could offer.

you smiled, agreeing with him.

when you went to pack what little things you had, nobody was in the shared quarters; at least you would spare yourself of your sisters' cruel remarks over your father's decision. you did not have many things of your own; you packed your hairbrush, a book, and what few things you held dear.

the kakushi was waiting outside when you emerged. trying to maintain a semblance of calm, you offered him a small smile. he looked at you with curiosity but did not say anything. kindly, he allowed you a moment for a brief prayer before the buddha statue at the front of the temple. then, you were off.

no one came to say goodbye to you.

it was alright, you supposed. the only person you could think fondly of was your mother, and a barbed wire of melancholy slowly wound around your heart at the thought of not being able to part ways properly. you knew that she preferred you over her other daughters, but even so, you were aware that she would never hear the end of it from your father if she came to say her farewells. you would write to her.

you were the third of six sisters, and always, one of them was more talented than you were, just a tad bit more attractive, just a tad bit more creative, just a tad bit more charming. sure, you were well-versed in the duties of a useful spouse—okay, all your sisters were as well. what good was that when you had nothing special about you? what was it your father called you? ah, yes, mediocre.

the kakushi did not speak to you for the entire trip, for which reason you did not know. a question hung on the tip of your tongue, although you dared not ask it. at some point, he urged you to wear a blindfold and climb on his back, which you simply accepted, knowing better than to ask.

you didn't make anything out during the journey, only listening to the sound of small pebbles vibrating against the ground as he made his way up a mountain. after what felt like hours, he finally put you down, gently tugging the blindfold off you and allowing your eyes to adjust to the bright light of morning.

once you were presentable, he escorted you toward the estate entrance. you could tell he was a bit off put by the way you were just accepting things, but he didn't say anything about it.

the kakushi stopped before the towering gate of the ubuyashiki mansion and offered you a deep bow. you thanked him, and you could see him smile with his eyes before he left. another kakushi, a woman this time, escorted you toward a graveled garden, a small figure sitting by the engawa.

she knelt on the ground and bowed her head, and you did the same until she picked herself from the ground.

looking forward, you met the gaze of a boy who looked to be around the age of fifteen, with kohl black hair that sat just above his shoulders. he had the most beautiful eyes you had ever seen, so easy to look at, lavender tainting the irises. he had the calming smile of a buddha, and although knowing nothing about him beyond reputation, you felt at ease with him.

"i am kagaya. i trust your journey went smoothly? thank you for your patience, maiden. i apologize for not going to your temple in person, i hope your priest will forgive me. believe me, i wanted to, but i'm afraid my illness would not have allowed me to make the trip."

the boy's voice was unlike any other you had ever heard, fluid and gentle, causing a wave of reassurance to wash over you. you felt at ease immediately, as though something had just taken every burden off your shoulders and instead shrouded you in a cloud of repose.

"it was no trouble, oyakata-sama, truly." you followed this with a deep incline of your head, your own voice remaining serene and mellow, "it is an honor to be in your presence."

kagaya smiled. "your temple is of great renown. my clan has had the pleasure of counting with your priests and maidens across the centuries. there is no need for such formalities, child."

granted, you were sure you were older than him by a few years, but the way he called you 'child' was comforting, and you were not about to question him, simply keeping quiet.

"you are to marry one of my pillars, maiden. he is an honorable man, the lord of stone, i am sure the two of you will get along. he should arrive any moment now."

you willed yourself to say something, yet you simply could not. you were not the first maiden who was given to a lord for marriage, and you certainly wouldn't be the last. still, your heart did a flip at the simple notion of ending up in a similar situation as your mother, forced to produce offspring until your husband found you undesirable.

for a moment, a cold hand wrapped around your heart in fear of what that man would do with you. however, the single thought of the young boy before you lying about the pillar's honor revolted you. he was telling the truth, and if he said the stone pillar was a good man, then you had nothing to fear.

softly, the sound of footsteps reached your ears, and you turned slightly to see a towering figure approaching, his presence both imposing and serene all at once.

the man who stood before you was unlike any you had ever seen. large beyond comparison, clad in the dark robes of a uniform and a green haori. his stature was immense, with muscles that seemed chiseled from stone. he was young, with an impassive face, yet undeniably handsome. his eyes, clouded with a milky whiteness, told you that he could not see, yet he moved with a grace that belied his blindness.

"this is himejima gyomei, the stone pillar," kagaya introduced, "he has been chosen as your betrothed, and i trust that you will find solace and strength in his presence."

gyomei walked toward you, his movements slow and deliberate, his footsteps echoing throughout the garden—

your breath hitched as he knelt before you, reaching his hand out. but instead of what you expected, he pressed his palm against your cheek, his voice reverberating like a chiming bell inside a cathedral. he caressed your cheek as one would treat an injured butterfly.

"maiden beloved," he murmured, tears spilling from his eyes, "i apologize for making you wait."

the ceremony was that same day, quick and endearing.

you were married in front of oyakata-sama, his wife, and other members of the corps as witnesses. before you knew it, the wedding concluded, and your husband guided you to your new home with you by his side.

gyomei was not acting like he had been given you as some justly won right to do with as he pleased. that set your heart at ease, greatly so, and in some way, it was like he could tell, too. he was walking slowly, allowing you to keep up with his large strides. small talk filled the empty silence of the way home as he listed all the things you would assist him with.

you were to cook for him, clean the estate daily and take care of it when he was away, write letters for him and read them when he received any, and...

huh. that was it.

getting used to your routine was easier than anticipated as weeks passed, although you would be lying to yourself if you said that gyomei's patience and demeanor weren't helping you in the slightest.

he had insisted that you sleep in a separate bedroom within the estate, taking into account that despite being your husband, he was still a complete stranger to you. the very moment you reached your new home, he made sure to explicitly tell you that he did not wish to embarrass you or cause you discomfort in any way, shape, or form.

during mornings, you would naturally wake up at the crack of dawn, your training making things much easier. you would dress yourself in the robes gyomei had gifted you for your wedding and make your way to the kitchen to start a big meal for the day. you'd wake him up then, guiding him to the kitchen to share breakfast together.

most of the time, you ate in silence, although you did not mind at all. after that, you would wash dishes, and he trained. the estate was not that big, so having to sweep the floor or dust the shelves daily did not bother you, and you instead found comfort in the repetitive routine. you would finish quite swiftly and urge gyomei inside again for tea time during noon.

you tried to entertain yourself as best as possible during the afternoons and evenings. usually, you would find yourself tending to a small garden you'd created when you arrived. your husband would sometimes join you, captivated by the sweet smell of the flowers and the sensation of the earth beneath his fingertips. you would explain what the flowers looked like and how they were meant to be taken care of, and he, in turn, basked in your every word.

gardening duty was one of the things you enjoyed most back at the temple, and since no one else was willing to get their hands dirty, you were the maiden who would regularly take care of the flowers.

you bought flower seeds during your first trip to the market in the nearby town and took the time to introduce yourself to as many people as possible. the locals were very kind to you, and as you started frequenting the shops more and more, you were always being greeted by folks who wished you and your husband the best.

as months passed, your relationship with gyomei deepened in ways you had never expected. the initial tension and clumsiness of living with a stranger began to fade, replaced by a growing sense of familiarity and comfort.

gyomei, true to his word, respected your boundaries and gave you space to adjust at your own pace. however, small gestures of care and affection started to seep into your daily life. he would often leave freshly picked flowers from your garden by your bedroom door, their vibrant colors and sweet fragrance greeting you first thing in the morning. sometimes, he would assist you with household chores, his presence making the mundane tasks feel lighter and more enjoyable.

he began to pay attention to the little things, like how you offered wounded slayers who stumbled upon the estate a fresh meal and a place to redress their wounds, or how you fed the cats mingling around your shared home every single night, even noticing that you had taken the time to name them and remember everyone.

the town's people, too, played a part in your growing closeness. they would often remark on how harmonious you and gyomei seemed together, their kind words fortifying the bind that tied you together. you started to see the way gyomei interacted with them and how much respect the people had for him—and you couldn't help but admire him more each day.

your conversations, though initially skimpy and shallow, began to flow more naturally. gyomei's deep voice would rumble through stories of his past with the children of the orphanage, his experiences as a hashira, and the lessons he had learned along the way. you, in turn, shared snippets of your life at the temple, your family, your dreams, and your fears. it was through these conversations that you realized how much you had in common despite your different backgrounds.

anyone with a pair of working eyes would see it, or, at least, anyone who had known for at least once in their lifetime what a soul-stirring connection with another human felt like. you found comfort in his presence, seeking him out like a moth to a flame, and he, in yours, only wanted you to tend to his wounds after missions, fix his haori, or wait by himself outside just so he could pray by your side.

eventually, it got to a point where the separate bedrooms became less of a necessity and more of a formality. you often found yourself falling asleep together in the living room after long conversations or shared moments of silence. whenever you did manage to part ways, you always lingered by your door, a dreamy smile encasing your lips.

you could not deny yourself anymore. you were the happiest you had been in years.

one evening, as you both sat for dinner, the familiar quiet enveloping you like a warm blanket, gyomei's voice broke through the tranquility.

"i love you."

the bunch of food you were going to bring into your mouth splattered into the bowl again with a messy splash. oh. oh my god. you whipped your head toward your husband, who stared at you with a soft expression on his face.

"you do not have to say it back if you do not feel the same, but i wanted you to know." then, gyomei went back to chewing his food as if he had not said what he had just said.

"why?"

gyomei shifted his head in your direction with a worried expression, your teary tone and doddering heartbeat doing nothing to mitigate his apprehension. he tried to reach for you, but you jerked away from him. he could tell that whatever you were feeling was not directed toward him, but still, it pained him greatly to know you were suffering.

"g-gyomei, i—"

your hands were shaking, and he reached for them to trace your skin with the pads of his thumbs. he opened his mouth, but you beat him to it as you keeled over, shoulders trembling as sobs left your mouth, your usual calmness thrown out the window.

"y-you said that you wouldn't embarrass me! there is nothing special about me. what is it about me that you could possibly love? you're always so good to me," you were throwing word vomit at this point, and the worst part was you did not even know where it was coming from, "i haven't done anything to receive your affection! i'm just doing the things i'm supposed to do..."

tears slid down his cheeks before he could stop them, and he leaned forward to pull you into his embrace. your body completely froze, an unknown emotion taking over. gyomei had never initiated contact before. most of the time, you had to be the one to grab his hand or tug his collar.

"my little maiden... you have no idea how precious you are to me," gyomei murmured, his voice impossibly gentle and firm. he held you close, his large, comforting presence grounding you as your sobs began to subside. "you see yourself through the harsh lens of your own eyes, but i see the truth of your heart with my own. your unconditional kindness, your strength, your sincerity—these are just some of the reasons i love you."

his words seeped into your cold heart, slowly quieting the tempest inside. you couldn't understand how someone as incredible, kind, and powerful as gyomei could see such worth in you, but the sincerity in his voice and the warmth of his embrace made you want to believe him.

"you don't have to prove your worth to me or anyone," he continued, his voice alleviating your wounded spirit. "you are enough, just as you are. your presence in my life is a blessing, and i am grateful for you every single day."

"gyomei," you whispered, your voice trembling but no longer with fear. "i… i love you too. i was just scared. scared that i wasn't enough for you."

he smiled softly, wiping away your tears with his thumbs. "you are more than enough, my love. and i will spend the rest of all my lifetimes showing you just how much you mean to me."

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[erideights]

Little pieces here and there (4)

Pairing: Buggy x Fem!Reader (One Piece Live Action)

Parts: one, two, three, five

Word Count: 4,2K, i should ask for forgiveness

Warnings: flirting, pinning, (FUCKING) FINALLY, unprotected sex, buggy detaching parts of his body during sex like the freak he is

A/N: i've been building this moment so long that i was, once more, inspired by god to make this chapter the longest ever, i hope you all enjoy and that the awaited smut doesn't disappoint and delivers (let me know, anxiety is killing me, love u all, see you in chapter 5, the final (until season 2) of this series) (again i'm really really sorry for any grammatical mistake!)

Day 5 after what happened during the Arlong Park fight, or what is the same for her = 5 AAP, (Y/N) is sure about three things:

1. With the choice of leaving her mercenary life behind, comes her new position as the ''strategist'' of the Straw Hat crew, a group of very unique people that after a couple of stops along the way, would arrive at the Grand Line.

2. Their next destination is Loguetown, which excited her; she loved the city, she never turned down an assignment that involved working there. They would arrive in a couple of days and stock up on everything they would need before beginning the greatest adventure of their lives.

3. Buggy's nose was real. Very real. And she missed him. Just a bit.

To be more precise, that bit of tension and constant sarcasm around her. She knew he was a pain in the ass, and that his staying on the ship wouldn't have lasted much more than an extra day and a half because one of her crewmates -Zoro- would have unceremoniously thrown him overboard anytime.

But it was really fun for her, so from time to time and in particular, when she passes by the helm, she finds herself remembering that annoying talking head and smiling a bit.

And so, after an entire week, they arrive at the famous Loguetown, the tomb of the most famous pirate of all time, a refuge for mercenaries, pirates and bounty hunters from all corners of the East Blue! No matter what, everything your heart could desire -except for the One Piece- you could find there. Jewelry, weapons, food, alcohol, a good bed to sleep and rest in, or other darker, macabre and adult types of entertainment.

Ah, what a city. Anyone could get lost among its endless alleys packed with people. That's why when the crew splits up, they do it in pairs, making sure that Zoro, who they had already discovered, lacked complete and utter sense of direction, wouldn't be left alone and lost among the city's infinite tide of pirates. (Y/N) is the one who goes with him, both heading to the largest armory in the city to replace his destroyed katanas while Sanji and Luffy take care of the food, and Usopp and Nami go around to do… she doesn’t really remember what. Trying clothes she believes.

She must say, however, that this swordsman is not exactly the most talkative person in the world even though their friendship has considerably grown and deepened during their little journey. Apart from sharing small notes about the city, how many people there are, or what they should do, they don't really talk that much; in her case, because she is absorbed in her surroundings, soaking in every possible detail. Him, silent because his reputation as a pirate hunter is famous around all the East Blue, and of course, in Loguetown there are only pirates. He prefers to stay alert to avoid future conflicts and have a peaceful morning. Not for him, but for his crew.

That's why when a gloved hand flies out of a dark alley, and violently covers the girl's mouth and nose, preventing her from screaming, while another grabs her by the waistband of her pants and yanks her back, forcing her to get in said alley, Zoro doesn't even notice, he continues calmly walking, minding his own fucking business, heading to only God knows where.

Farewell, mosshead.

In a blink, (Y/N)'s back collides with a strong torso, and with her heart in her mouth and adrenaline running wild in her veins, she stretches her right hand to reach the knife she has in the holster on her right thigh to destroy the asshole that dares to try to steal from her. Or murder her. Or that's her idea until she hears a familiar voice murmuring an “I got you” behind her, before turning her head and discovering the biggest, reckless buffoon she's ever met.

Buggy.

Eyes wide open, she screams against his palm, pissed off by the way he scared the shit outta her. Extremely angry, she yanks his hand away from her mouth, turns her entire body around and looks at him with what he would swear, is the most annoyed expression he ever saw in his entire life. Before the clown can excuse himself and his lack of manners, just as she begins to see that stupid smile appear on his stupid face, she slaps him so hard that for a second, he thinks his head will detach from the rest of his body.

Then, and pushed by an outburst of passion that comes out of she doesn’t even understand where, a mixture of adrenaline, surprise, her desire to kill him with her own hands and the -sexual- frustration with which he abandoned her the last time, she grabs his vest, pulls and kisses him. Again, all before Buggy can even react.

The kiss is brief. Really quick, but intense as hell, and she manages to leave him breathless. Yes, him. Only him. Because the moment they separate, when (Y/N) pushes him back, she spits out a heartfelt “You're an idiot!”

What a fucking rollercoaster. He doesn't even remember what he was about to say anymore to greet her. He's in fact, too stunned to speak. Did she slapped, kissed, and insulted him in less than a minute? Oh, she's a freak, just like him. The only difference between them is that she knows how to pretend the opposite. But she can't hide it from him. Not to the king of the freaks.

''I missed you too, baby'' he admits with an amused smile, moving his jaw a little from side to side, as well as his neck; that woman is stronger than he expected.

''Yeah? Because I really didn’t.’’ she spits once again, taking a deep breath. ''Liar'' he retorts, eyeing her up and down. ''Liir'' she instantly mocks, still recovering from the tsunami of emotions that just passed through her. ''What the fuck are you doing in Loguetown?''

''I came looking for my sorry excuses for a supporting cast,'' his crew. Were they still alive? Would have sworn Zoro destroyed all of them but who knew. ''and turns out I found the perfect, shiny, little new supporting star for my show'' he adds, as flirtatious as always around her, approaching (Y/N) again.

''Oh, I feel flattered but as I already told you, I don't like being in the spotlight. I relate way more to the shadow around it.”

He rolls his eyes but nods in understanding, reaching out to grab the girl's waist. ''Mhm. What about a private show, then? We have a play to finish, If my memory's not betraying me.'' He whispers honeyed, closing the distance between the two just a bit more. Cannot stop himself, neither he wants to. He knew as soon as he recognized her on the street, he would not let her go without putting order in their outstanding matters.

She’s about to add her usual sarcastic and smartass remark saying something among the lines of ‘without inviting me to dinner first?’ but she chooses not to. Just for once. ''I could agree to that.'' The girl admits, tilting a smile. ''Not here, tho.'' Pressing the clown's chest with her index finger, signaling for him to stay still, (Y/N) runs her tongue over her upper teeth, taking a couple of seconds to think.

In the end, she raises an eyebrow, and with an amused smile, she asks: “Do you trust me?”

''Not in a million years''

''I knew you would say that.'' She still takes one of his hands, that was still on her waist, and starts walking quite fast towards the other end of the alley, pulling him with her. He doesn’t object at all, despite not knowing where the hell is she taking him, and simply follows her lead, unconsciously squeezing her hand to not to lose her in the crowd.

Not many minutes later, after climbing some stairs and turning a few streets, there they are, in front of a beautiful tavern with windows decorated with ornate dark wooden planks, designing patterns of small squares, offering a beautiful view of its interior. The building was not one of the largest in the area, but it was not one of the smallest either. She knew from experience* that the floors above the tavern were rooms rented to the pickiest pirates. They had enough space to rest comfortably after a long voyage at sea, with a good bed and several locks on the doors and windows to prevent intrusions, attempts at robbery or murder, or a drunken idiot making a mistake and entering the wrong room.

*She knows this because a couple of years ago she needed to sneak in during the night to steal a jade seal from a famous pirate captain, who had previously stolen it from the temple it belonged to a few months before. Getting in wasn't easy at all.

Walking to the side of the building, where the windows of the rooms can be seen better, (Y/N) looks right, then left, making sure there’s no one nosing around.

‘’Here we are.’’ She announces, looking at him with a devilish smirk on her face. ''Now pay attention, here's my brilliant, unique and exceptional plan. It will absolutely blow your mind.’’ He cracks a genuine smile after hearing how she praised herself. She sounded almost like him. 

“First step: Throw your head up to that window over there,” she points said window with her index finger, two floors above their heads, “and tell me if there’s someone sleeping inside. Or if you see any sign someone rented the room.’’

Confusion is the feeling that crosses his beautiful face for a second, looking at her with a raised eyebrow and lips pressed into a small incredulous smile. She wants to sneak through the window without being seen and not pay a single berry? Exactly what a true pirate would do. He was starting to fall in love with her.

Without a second thought, his head separates from his body and floats to the open window, slightly sneaking in to check as she asked. And as fast as it goes up, it returns back down, just like a yo-yo. ''Clear'' He confirms, amused. 

''Perfect, second step: now throw your right hand, same window, and leave it there.'' And he does as she says, no questions asked, because he could not do otherwise. Because he wouldn't want to do otherwise. He was not made to follow orders and still, deep down, he knows he would follow hers. Or better said… he would follow her around. She was, maybe, not a theatre kid like him, but to his eyes, she shines brightly.

Not as much as him, tho.

Once Buggy's right hand waits patiently on the window frame, (Y/N) grabs the clown by the shoulders and strategically positions him under the window. Then she takes his left hand, bringing it forward. "Third step: with this hand you propel me into the air, with the other you grab me and you help me sneak in."

''And the final step?'' Getting very close to his face, the girl rubs her nose against his and whispers, voice low and lustful, ''You float to the window and meet me inside for that private show you mentioned before.'' He already knew the goal of that whole improvised plan, but he almost purrs when he hears her say it.

Then Buggy throws her upwards without prior notice, way stronger than she expected, and a sweet, genuine laugh escapes (Y/N)'s lips at the lack of gravity and that distinctive tickle in her stomach that rises to her throat. Not even when he uses that floating hand to catch her and guide her to the room, her feet on solid ground again, she’s able to stop laughing.

She expected this whole forbidden getaway to be entertaining, but not so, so fun. There was no point in denying the obvious: the complicity, the chemistry between them is criminal, asphyxiating, palpable, and so, so /real/. It's not only about physical attraction and sexual tension anymore, they were actually really compatible, which could only, and is already, making things one hundred times better.

As soon as she's inside, still giggling a bit, she's quick to reach the door and securely close it, fitting the bolt with a pair of lockpicks that she had on her. On the other hand, as soon as Buggy gets inside the room he chooses not to lose a single second, because every second he wastes is one less that he can enjoy that fantastic woman who is driving him crazy; before she can return to the center of the room, he has already recovered his right hand, thrown his hat to the floor along with his coat, and has rushed towards her, kissing her again, this time without a hurry, but voraciously, passionately, with the irresistible yearning he has been suffering for almost two weeks. He wants-- no, he needs to make her his. The desire making his blood boil. Her warmth, her smell, the taste of her lips-- even her laugh. It was too much. Too intoxicating.

(Y/N) welcomes him, sighing deeply against his lips, tilting her head a little, melting in the kiss, her hands flying to his hair to take out the bandana and pull at his blue locks, to which Buggy responds by grabbing her from the back of her thighs, lifting her up and carrying her to the bed, near the window. He lets some of his weight fall onto her, loosely holding himself on his knees on the mattress. She closes her legs around his waist, pressing him even a little closer against her body, excitement coursing through her veins like poison.

All that little game with the clown was just flirting, huh? Yeah, sure.

For a minute, everything is kisses, stealing each other's breaths, strong caresses on arms, legs, and back over clothes. There are bites at each other's lips, seemingly incapable of getting enough of the other, the attraction between them driving them both so absolutely insane than getting some distance to get naked seems impossible.

“Baby,” raspily, he press his crotch between her legs to let her feel his growing erection under his pants. ''I suggest you getting naked before I rip your clothes off by myself.''

She moans in response, wetter, more aroused by every second passing, unable to even think about playing hard to get this time. ''Aye aye captain'' she manages to whisper back mischievously, separating her hands from his body in order to pull her own shirt up and throw it somewhere in the room.

He grunts, but makes the titanic effort to separate himself from her, standing on his knees in front of her laying body, licking his lips, breathing heavily, eyes half-closed, already fucking her in his thoughts. Of course, seeing her undress for him is quite a show.

After her shirt comes the button and zipper of her pants. Although before getting rid of these, she pulls the scarf around the clown's neck, forcing him to lean over her again, and after it goes his vest. Given the girl's haste, he lets escape a hoarse laugh that reverberates inside his chest and decides to help her with whatever’s left between them; shoes, pants, gloves, and underwear.

''You're gorgeous'' he breathes, taking in her image in front of him. “You’re almost making me feel guilty for what I'm about to do.”

Before she could even ask, or threaten with a ‘don't you fucking dare’ or something among those lines, one of Buggy's hands flies to her own, and pins her wrists against the bed with such force, she hisses, heart in her throat, deafening her ears. She remembers herself, this was all too good to be true, and that damn clown promised to make her beg. He wasn't going to forgive her so easily, was he?

Her fault.

''Sweetheart, open your beautiful legs for me, will you?'' Returning to the bed, the clown settles between the girl's thighs, running -with the only hand still attached to his body-, one of her legs, from the knee to the hip bone in a slow and tortuous caress.

''Now, I'm pretty sure I warned you about what's about to happen last time you took advantage of my... uncomfortable, kinda-hostage situation on your stupid little boat. When you decided to push me to my limit.''

She is too aroused, too turned on to think clearly, her mind clouded by the same rush of hormones that’s making her incredibly wet. Having him now naked between her legs, threatening her in that low tone of voice, exposed helplessly in front of him, doesn't help at all; it is, as a matter of fact, making things way worse.

''You wanted me to beg, right?’’

''Exactly. It's that easy.'' After a couple of strokes, he grabs his erection and runs it slowly through her wet folds, both of them barely containing a moan in their throats at the sensation. He, perhaps, better than her, because (Y/N) involuntarily pushes her hips upwards, trying to get some more. ''Ah-ah. Want me to fuck you, sweetheart? Just beg for it. Beg for /me/.''

Being the proud woman she is, it's not exactly easy for her to seriously beg for something. Joking? Of course, any time, even sarcastically, but something is telling her, her sixth sense probably, he won't settle with a sarcastic remark and dove eyes.

Closing her eyes tightly, she lets herself be carried away by pure and absolute desperation every time he runs his erection through her, lubricating himself with her fluids. He is silent, already tasting the sweet victory he’ll feel when he manages to break her and make her beg. Although this doesn't happen as quickly as he would have preferred.

''(Y/N)'' He warns, and it's the first time he says her name out loud. The first time she hears him, with his raspy voice and his beautiful accent, pronouncing her real name instead of some compliment or silly nickname to call her.

Welcome, breaking point.

''Beg--'' 

''I need you,'' she interrupts him in a low whimper, lifting her hips. ''Bugs-- Buggy, I need you to fuck me. Now.”

Usually, it's moments like this particular one in which the clown enjoys recreating himself, making others beg a little more, -sex, mercy, forgiveness- doesn’t matter-, taking his good time listening to her moans and cries of desperation. But he can't help it, the second he hears the girl call him by his name, telling him how much she needs him, and that silly attempt of an order at the end, he knows it’s game over, and he decides to give her exactly what she wants, penetrating her suddenly the last time he runs slowly through her folds. A sweet moan of relief and pleasure escapes from (Y/N) chest along with a "Fuck, Buggy--". From him, a hoarse grunt. A shiver runs down their spines, and quickly, Buggy recovers his other hand, freeing her from his grip, to aggressively pull both of her thighs to bring her closer to him, and begins to thrust hard, all shreds of self-control escaping from his body lightspeed.

He pushes into her as deep as he can in no time, burying himself between her legs, face hidden in the crook of her neck, hands keeping her legs open, close to his hips.

She doesn't know what she likes more, the erratic sound of his breathing and panting in her ear, the desperation with which his whole body seems to search for hers or each penetration sending an ecstasy shock through her nerves, but she soon becomes a puddle of sweet moans, whimpers and breathing as heavy as his, one hand pulling hard at his blue hair, the other resting on his abdomen, nails digging slightly his skin with each thrust.

''Oh god, Bugs--’’

''Moan my name louder baby,'' he breathes before biting her shoulder, leaving the mark of his teeth imprinted on her skin. ''I want them to catch us. I want them hearing you scream my name.”

And she does. She moans his name again, just not as loud as he wants. Which means there is something, something he can do better. Something to push her to her limit, to make her a believer, and make her /his/.

Summoning all his willpower, and not before one last, violent thrust, the clown stops and suddenly pulls out of her. (Y/N) complains with a loud cry, opening her eyes to ask what the fuck is he actually doing, how dares he to stop. Thank God, she doesn't have time to threaten him before he speaks.

''On your knees.'' And of course she obliges, on all fours, the simple idea making her completely lose her mind. Only thing, Buggy doesn't intend to keep her like this for a long time; as soon as she exposes herself for him again, he buries himself once more inside her as deep as he can and starts thrusting again, slowly but strongly, ending each thrust with a loud slam. This time, both hands separate from his body, one reaching for her delicate neck, which he circles with his fingers and presses to lightly cut off her breathing. The other one flies to her mouth, pushing between her lips with two fingers that she soaks in her saliva.

(Y/N), unable to articulate a single complaint, sucks, bites and licks them, muffling against them every sound that escapes her throat.

A pleasure shock, like a lightning bolt, forces her to arch her back the moment that same hand flies to her clitoris and starts masturbating it, overstimulating her.

Buggy is really determined to make her his, to not let her forget about him, to become the legitimate protagonist of each of her erotic fantasies, so to finish driving her crazy, the hand he has around her neck lifts her up, pulling her until he forces her back against his torso in a beautiful reference to the day they met and the first time he felt that magnetic attraction inevitably pulling him towards her.

''So. Much. Better,” he manages to whisper between grunts and raspy moans, surrounding her abdomen with one of his arms to keep her in place, close to his chest, sacrificing penetrating her as deeply as he would like but without caring in the slightless because he knows, she is quickly reaching her orgasm. He can feel it in the way her walls contract around his cock, in the beating of her heart in her throat against his hand, and in how her hands reach for anything, trying to support herself; in this case, his arm around her, nails scratching his skin.

''C'mon baby, cum for me.'' He groans, refusing to fall headfirst to his own orgasm because he doesn't plan to finish before her. Under other circumstances he would have done it, he has never been the kind of generous lover who thinks of his partner's pleasure before his own. This woman is breaking some old habits and patterns just being the way she is. And he doesn't care at all.

A few more thrust, the lack of enough oxygen in her lungs and that wonderful pressure on her clitoris, and (Y/N) explodes in an orgasm so strong she begins to breathless moan Buggy’s name over and over again like a mantra, which obviously feeds his ego so, so much, it ends up sending him over the same edge, moaning her name under his breath, resting his forehead on her shoulder, hugging her body tightly as they ride their climax.

                                        …

''Told you I would make you beg'' he cracks a devilish smirk, wrapping his right arm around her shoulders when he finally lies on the mattress.

''Yeah'' she giggles, although sarcastically, recovering by the second, enough clarity to recompose her own ego. ''You also told me you would make me find the One Piece without going to the Grand Line and I cannot see it anywhere yet.''

What a subtle way of asking for a second round, he thinks to himself, clearly pleased -instead of offended- for the way his smile stretches even more, looking intently at her.

“You're right.” He would have liked to lie on the bed for a while, getting back some energy and attack again, but damn him if he ever dares to reject a provocation as bold as that one. He wouldn't forgive himself.

Getting out of bed almost as quickly as he lay down a few minutes ago, Buggy cracks his neck from side to side, and taking one of the chairs next to the table in the room, he turns it in the air, leaving it pointing towards the girl.

He then sits down, leaning on the backrest, relaxed, exhaling an erotic, slow sigh as he exaggeratedly separates his legs in a clear invitation for her to come closer and sit on them.

"What did you say the other day? About liking a man with his entire body, capable of fucking you in his lap and making you scream his name?"

[crueisummer]

𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞 | 𝓒𝓛16

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

series summary: Kika and Pierre invite you to their engagement party where you meet her and Pierre’s friends from F1, specifically, a certain handsome Monegasque driver.

chapter summary: You and Charles stay up talking about your dreams, fears, insecurities, and things that haunt your mind when you're alone.

chapter warnings: vvv emotional, feminism (oh no! jk), derogatory remarks, swearing, mental health, mentions of death (herve, jules, tonio)

playlist: ♫ gorgeous ♪ delicate ♬ i think he knows ♡ you are in love

author's note: Part 2 means we're halfway there!! For this chapter, I focused on the delicate's chorus to show the more vulnerable and "human" side of the characters. I will add the other aspects of the song to the following chapters. I also wrote this in a different style but I hope u guys like it. <333 Lastly, thank you all so much for almost 500 likes on the first chapter. ·°՞(≧□≦)՞°·. screaming! crying!

word count: 3.5k

disclaimer: All characters and events in this story, even those based on real people, are entirely fictional.

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The light beamed into your eyes from the window, intensifying the pounding in your head and increasing your thirst. As you opened your eyes, you squinted against the brightness, gradually adjusting to the sudden flash. Sensing movement beside you, you turned around to find Charles sleeping shirtless beside you. Memories of the previous night flooded back, replaying in your mind.

Before leaving the party with Charles, you looked for Kika to inform her of your departure. Seeing Charles waiting for you near the elevator, phone in hand, she expressed concern with a worried expression. Charles had recently ended a three-year relationship, and his ex happened to be the best friend of his previous ex. Kika was well aware of Charles' red flags, as she knew you, her dear friend Y/N, were known for wholeheartedly loving and falling hard for others who often failed to appreciate you as you deserved.

“Please be careful,” She smiled at you to which you nodded. She watched as you approached Charles and he smiled upon seeing you. As you waved farewell to Kika, she softly whispers to herself, “with each other’s hearts.”

You and Charles found yourselves seated on the floor of your hotel room's living room, uncomfortable party clothes off, cozy hoodies on, and legs crossed, with a spread of chips, beer, and mini alcohol bottles laid out before you. During your conversation, you discovered your shared value of family, discussing the strong relationships you both had with your loved ones.

"Are you close to your mom?" It was a question you always asked the guys you were interested in. You believed that a man who had a good relationship with his mother would treat his partner with love and respect. Although it didn't always turn out to be true, you still posed the question.

"Yeah, the first thing I do when I return to Monaco is visit her. You know, she's the only one I trust to cut my hair?" Charles smiles warmly, reminiscing about his mom. "You see, she's a professional hairdresser. So, sometimes when she watches me on TV, she'll send me a text saying I need a haircut. I just reply with her flight details to come see me, and we laugh about it, but she still comes over. That's why I've never had a bad haircut!"

"That is adorable! How often does she visit and watch your races?" You ask, eager to know more about his mother.

"Well, not as often as I'd like, that's for sure. She usually accompanies Arthur to his races."

"Races? He races too?"

"Yeah, he competes in Formula 2. Sometimes the Formula 1 and 2 races coincide on the same weekends so I get to see them both." You're momentarily taken aback. Wow, they must be RICH rich!

"Formula 2? How many Formulas are there?!" You exaggerate.

"Just three, cheri," he chuckles. "You know, my dad used to race in Formula 3 back in the '90s."

"So, it runs in the family, huh? What does your dad do now?" You inquire, looking down and grabbing a chip. The room falls into an unexpected silence, and you glance up, noticing a soft and melancholic expression on his face.

"Well, actually, I lost my dad seven years ago," he replies, offering a tight-lipped smile.

"Oh, Charles! I’m sorry, I had no idea..." Shock overtakes you, and you instinctively cover your mouth with your hand. Is that why he’s only been talking about his mom and brothers the whole night?

He interrupts, "No, it's okay. I think I’m getting used to talking about it. You know, they always interview me about their deaths. Sometimes I feel like they don't truly respect them, or me, and they just want me to talk about them for views and content."

"Deaths?" You're taken aback, struggling to comprehend the weight of his words.

"Yeah, over the past seven years, I've lost three important people in my life. My dad, my godfather Jules, and one of my best friends, Tonio."

"Charles, I'm so sorry to hear that. How have you been coping?" Rising from the floor, you move closer to him, placing a comforting hand on his thigh.

"Sometimes I find myself spiraling into these depressive episodes where I just want to close off my heart. Because if you close your heart, no new people can enter, only to leave again." He looks away, his eyes welling up with tears. Your expression softens, and he musters a small smile in your direction. He continues, his voice filled with emotion, "I've tried it before, but I realized that it doesn't make anything easier. These days, I just choose to remember them for who they were, their lives, their dreams, and the sacrifices they made for me to be where I am today."

You were taken aback at Charles’ maturity. The mere thought of losing someone dear to your heart was overwhelming, and here he was, having experienced the loss of not just one, but three significant people in his life. You couldn't help but admire him for getting through his hardships and finding happiness in the time he shared with them. Especially since he uses it as motivation to be a better person.

As your conversation continued, you decided to shift to a lighter topic in an attempt to lift Charles' spirits. You shared stories of performing in numerous countries, while Charles recounted his experiences racing in Formula 1 events across the globe. You laughed at how unfamiliar you were with his sport, just as he was with your music.

He asks if you have your phone with you.

"Um, it's somewhere around here," you respond while searching for it. Eventually, you spot it on the kitchen counter. "Why?"

"Just open Apple Music or Spotify, whichever you prefer," he says with a mischievous grin as you sit back down in front of him. You nod and show him that Apple Music is open.

"Now search for my name," he instructs, and you type his name, discovering that he is listed as an 'artist'. There’s no way…

"Charles Leclerc Artist? How are you an artist?" you raise an eyebrow at him and glance back at your phone. You notice that he has released two songs in the past year.

He laughs at your confusion. "Well, Ms. Grammy singer, I also play the piano. I wrote these songs last year and finished them around the time of the Australian GP and the Miami GP, which is why they're named AUS23 and MIA23."

You're shocked, your mouth hanging open dramatically as you listen to the songs. Charles laughs at your reaction. You didn't think he could become any more attractive, and now he surprises you with this. Could he be the incarnation of your dream man?

"That's amazing! I guess I know who to call when I need help with a song," you wink at him, and he chuckles.

"No, no. You're at least 100 times better than me. I don't have as much talent as you do to write lyrics for the music," he praises you.

“Okay, since you know a bit about my art and making a song and all that, I, on the other hand, have no fucking idea about Formula 1. Like, why do you have to travel all around the world and race on different tracks? Is it like some kind of world tour?" You burst into laughter at your own humorous analogy, and Charles, who was as intoxicated as you, finding it amusing as well.

“Do you really want to understand it?” You nod at his question as he sits up straight and stretches his head and hands, “warming up” to explain.

"You see, every race weekend is different. Let’s say you do Plan A for this weekend, sometimes it works, and we get podium. But sometimes despite our best efforts, it doesn’t. So, after the race, we talk about what went right and what went wrong and then we make a new plan for the next race. Do you understand so far?”

You nod at him. Though a slight confusion still lingered in your mind, you couldn't help but be captivated by the passion radiating from his every word. The way his eyes sparkled, and his voice exuded genuine excitement revealed the depth of his love for his job. In that moment, you realized that this wasn't merely a profession to him; it was a true calling, a relentless pursuit of excellence that fueled his spirit.

"I still don’t understand. Maybe being there and watching it firsthand can help me. What do you think?" you playfully suggest, winking at Charles as you extend your legs onto his lap. He responds by grabbing your leg with his left hand and dramatically clutching his heart with his right, feigning a heart attack. "Oh, amour, the thought of you in red."

As your connection deepened, you both began to open up and share parts of yourselves that were usually kept hidden. You spoke honestly about your doubts, worries, and the overwhelming thoughts that haunted you when you were alone.

"Can I ask you something?" you inquire, looking up at him.

"Go ahead," he replies, grabbing a chip and taking a bite.

"Have you read about me? Like on the internet, in articles or magazines?"

"I see the headlines, but I don’t really read them, so let's just go with a 'no,'" he says, wiping the salt and dust from his hands. "Why do you ask?"

"Well, I’m sure I already know your answer, but doesn't it bother you sometimes, the things they write about you?" you question, and he nods, encouraging you to continue. "It's just that they always make comments about my personal life, especially with the people I choose to be with."

"Yeah, well, those people's lives are so miserable that they have nothing better to do than try to ruin ours," he jokes, attempting to lighten the mood, and you find yourself laughing.

You glance down at your lap, your hands fidgeting as you gather your thoughts, when Charles interrupts, taking your hand. "Hey, I know it sucks, but I think it's something that comes with success. It bothers me too when they do that to me. Look, I won't pretend to fully understand what you're going through because I know I don't."

You look up at him, puzzled. "Do you remember earlier at the party when you arrived before me? When your car pulled up at the restaurant, they went crazy. Now, I've been in front of cameras since I was a kid, and I know a thing or two about paparazzi, but I've never seen fame like yours before. They were taking so many pictures of you that it didn't even look like flashes anymore, it’s like someone had switched on a blinding light for those few seconds you walked from your car to the door."

"I couldn't really see you because of the crowd, but when I heard them shouting your name, it just made sense. Don't tell the engaged couple, but I'm 100% sure you were the best thing at the party. " he winks at you. "But still, that doesn't make it okay. The reason they act like that is because they are taking advantage of your popularity. They think that getting a good picture of you, or a story, out of you or even something they made up, is big money.”

You’ve thought of this before, the way they treat you is different from other celebrities, but you hesitated to bring them up, fearing it would make you appear arrogant. It was a nice change to discuss about your life, popularity and the challenges that come with it, and to be met with Charles' honest and genuine response. You look back at the times you talked about this with a partner, and how they dismissed your concerns, labeling you as ungrateful, overreacting, or even a drama queen. The contrast in reactions causes you to appreciate Charles' maturity, understanding and support.

Despite your seemingly different lives, his centered around sports, yours with music, your personalities and passion for your respective crafts and families made you remarkably similar. With every word exchanged, the infatuation between you grew stronger.

So, at 4 am, while leaning against the balcony of your hotel room, a comfortable silence settled between you.

“I’m going to be honest with you, I’ve never experienced this before.” Charles says softly. “Staying up at this hour and talking about my life and the shit I go through to a girl I’ve only met for 8 hours now. It makes me feel like I want to tell you my whole life. It feels…” He trails off, a loss for words.

“I get what you mean. I never thought we would have a lot in common, especially since from the outside, it looks like we’re living different lives. But it looks like we're not so different after all.”

“Y/N, I know it’s too soon because we’ve only just met but I really want to get to know you better.” He faces you and draws himself closer. His green eyes pierce your Y/E/C eyes, he smiles genuinely at you.

As you gaze at him, your heartbeat quickens. You can’t tell if this is real life because you’re experiencing emotions you’ve never felt before. Here stands a guy who is caring, grounded, and by the way, absolutely gorgeous, and he is genuinely interested in getting to know you. Your thoughts waver back and forth, questioning whether this is okay. Is it cool that I’ve shared everything in my mind with him? Is it chill that he’s in my head?

Your mind and heart go into battle. Think! After all, you've only known this person for eight hours! Eight hours, Y/N! On the other hand, what if this is actually okay? Could this be the story of you meeting "the one"? Or your soulmate?

You tried to find a compromise.

Blushing, you gazed up at him and agreed, “I feel the same way. But can we take it slow? I never like to rush things, especially relationships.”

He nods and hugs you from behind. “Is this alright?”

You hummed and you both stayed there, watching the stars and the beautiful view of Florence.

You didn’t want the night to end, and you couldn’t imagine saying goodbye to him right now. So you tried to make up excuses for him to stay. “But, you know, it’s too dangerous to drive at this hour.”

“Cheri, there is no such as thing as a time that is too dangerous to drive.” He chuckles at your cuteness. “Plus, I’m a Formula One driver, I think I can handle myself.”

“No, you can’t because we just finished doing shots like three hours ago! And what if other drunk people are driving around too?”

Charles lightly laughs at your stubbornness. He knows you’re too prideful to just tell him to stay the night, especially after you both agreed to keep things slow. He sees you avoiding his gaze, so he addresses you, “Y/N.”

As you looked up, he smiled at you and gently holds your chin and locking eyes. "Je suis folle de toi.” he uttered.

Confused, you smiled in anticipation, knowing he had likely said something sweet. Seconds later, he translated himself, the proximity between your faces nearly undoing you. "I am crazy about you.”

...

Carefully locating your phone, you closed the bedroom door behind you. Retrieving two water bottles from the mini fridge in the kitchen, you settled on the couch in the living room of your hotel suite, resting your legs on the coffee table.

You check your messages and there were some from Kika, and your management team. Kika texted you and said to meet her for brunch at 11. Though, with a Monegasque driver in your bed, you don’t know when you can leave, so you move on to the other conversations, keeping in mind that you reply to her soon.

Your management team’s group chats were asking where you are and who you were hanging with. You read their earlier messages and saw that there are articles and pictures of you and Charles leaving the party last night. You open your Twitter account and see the two of you are trending. Of course, we are.

You scrolled through the tweets and some fans were happy, some were not, some just... don't have any opinion. And you prefer the latter. Reading the tweets of the fans was one thing, but the way the media and articles talked about you was different. It's like they didn't have respect you.

The articles get to you, Why is there so much scrutiny around my dating life? They called you a serial dater, manipulator, etc., even creating "warnings" about you for Charles; saying you're just gonna break his heart and write a song about him.

You furrow your brow, wondering why they single you out like this and why other women aren't subjected to the same level of scrutiny. It's frustrating because they never say these things about other people, especially men in the industry who engage in similar dating behaviors. Your male friends in the industry can date different people or even cheat and sing about it without raising any eyebrows. But when it comes to you, the accusations fly.

When they accuse you of "jumping" from one relationship to another, they label you a player or claim you cheated. If you choose to casually date without exclusivity, they call you a slut. It never ends. Where do they expect me to stand? When will it all just stop?

You start to question whether the people you want to be with have seen what has been written about you and if your reputation, which may be based on something fake, can affect the real connections you might make. You begin to ponder the significance of it all and how much weight a reputation actually carries.

It's unfair. Your personal life should be yours alone, and people should mind their own business. If this is the price you pay for sharing your music and being famous, you want no part of it anymore. It feels like they don't respect you as a human being.

Hot tears stream down your face as your thoughts consume you, overwhelming you completely. Seeking solace, you sink from the couch to the floor, resting your chin on your knees. It's a familiar position, offering some comfort when you're feeling low. The grounding sensation reminds you that you're still here.

Unbeknownst to you, Charles already woke up and was also reading messages from his team. He was about to greet you when he heard you sniffling. He slowly opens the door and sees you on the ground, knees to your chest, crying. Suddenly, he understands the pain you're going through. He felt awkward. He didn't know whether to comfort you or pretend to go back to bed.

But Charles can't resist the sight of your shattered state. He pushes the door open fully and gazes at you, broken and vulnerable. His heart shatters alongside yours. Slowly, he approaches and sits in front of you, taking in the magnitude of your pain. You're startled, having forgotten he was sleeping in the other room. You wonder if he knows what you're crying about, if he's seen the internet already, but the thought pushed back behind your head when a pair of warm, gentle hands cups your face, thumbs trying to wipe away your tears.

"What's wrong, mon ange?" he asks softly.

"Everything. The things they say about me... they're so mean. They're ruining my name, my reputation..." You manage to utter between sobs.

"Shh.. I know, cheri. But I don't care about what they write, alright? I want to know you. The real you." He comforts you. Running his hand up and down your arm as you find solace in his comforting embrace.

For the next ten minutes, you pour your heart out to him, releasing your pent-up emotions. When Charles senses that you had calmed down, he fetches the water bottle from the table and hands it to you. You finish it in one go.

"Feeling a little better now?" He offers, his considerate nature shining through. You smile and nod, appreciating his thoughtfulness.

"Have you eaten anything yet?" he asks, showing his concern for your well-being. You shake your head for a no.

“Do you feel like going downstairs, or should we order room service?" Going for a walk would be refreshing, and it might help improve your mood, but given that you've just bared your soul to him, you don't feel like going out. More importantly, you remember that you'll encounter numerous people and potentially face unwanted attention when you're seen again with Charles.

"We? You don't have to stay here with me. I feel better already." You face him, pulling away from his embrace. You instantly regret it as you start to feel cold already, missing the warmth of his body against yours.

"And I'm not leaving until you feel your best again. So, restaurant or room service?" He asks again. God, he is even more hot when he's stern... and caring about my well-being, of course.

Considering your current state, you prefer the comfort of staying within the confined space of your room, cuddled up next to him. "Room service, please."

↠ ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬

[coffeeshades]

credits to the gif maker!

LOVE IS COMPLICATED - PART IV

—know it’s for the better

summary: the trials and tribulations of falling in love or two idiots who can't get their shit together.

pairing: pedro pascal x actress/singer!reader.

word count: 7.2k

warnings: 18+ (minors dni). mentions of sex. angst (heavy on this i'm sorry in advance) cussing, age gap, mentions of drugs and alcohol. no use of y/n, if i missed something please let me know!

a/n: hi everyone! yes yes i know i disappeared for like 5 months but let's pretend i didn't. i've seen all of your messages and comments and i'm overwhelmed with all the love you've shown to the previous parts. thank you so much to everyone who likes, reblogs and leaves a kind message, i see you and love u. here's a new lil chapter, i hope you enjoy it. happy reading!!

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February 28th, 2019 

Cort Theater, NY

The day was here. The day he had been eagerly waiting on for months. The anticipation had been building up, and now he was finally going to perform in front of a live audience for the first time in what felt like an eternity. The months of rehearsals and hard work had all led up to this moment, and he was ready to give it his all.

He was starring in the new Broadway production of “King Lear" as Edmond, one of the play's most complex and intriguing characters. The role had challenged him in ways he had never experienced before, pushing him to delve deep into the character's motivations and emotions. As he stepped onto the stage, the bright lights shining down on him, he felt a surge of adrenaline and a sense of purpose. 

And just like that, three hours and twenty-five minutes later, the final curtain fell on the play. The audience erupted into thunderous applause, their standing ovation a testament to their incredible performance. Exhausted but exhilarated, he knew he had given everything he had to the role and left it all on the stage. 

His mind raced with a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. The rush of adrenaline slowly subsided, and as much as he wanted to hear what everyone thought of his performance, there was only one person whose opinion mattered to him right now: yours. 

The last time he saw you was on your last day in Chile, almost two months ago. He vividly remembered the bittersweet farewell outside his family's house—you getting into the car and him closing the door. A door that seemed to separate their worlds. Since then, they had kept in touch through messages and occasional video calls, but it wasn't the same. Of course it wasn't. It will never be. 

The distance between them had only fueled his longing, making him yearn for your presence even more. Constantly trying to derail his one-track mind. 

He knows you're here. He had invited his siblings and closest friends. However, he was unsure of your attendance until an hour before the show, when he received a text from Oscar:

"She's coming with me. Stop pacing and good luck." 

He hadn't really discussed what happened back in Chile with Oscar or anyone, for that matter, but he could tell everyone knew something was off about how the two of you interacted. So when he got the message from Oscar, instead of freaking out about him potentially finding out about you two, he felt relieved. 

It gave him comfort to know that Oscar knew him so well that he was aware of the fact that you were the cause of his two-hour pacing in his dressing room. It was also fucking stupid and laughable. 

The energy backstage was electric as he walked through the bustling crowd of crew members and performers. He entered his dressing room, grabbing his phone and immediately seeing all the texts from friends and his siblings. He opened one from Javiera: "Felicidades, hermanito! Killed it. See you at The Terrace." 

They had planned on getting together afterwards to celebrate. He replied with a grateful smile, saying he'd be there in a few and to get there without him. He quickly changed into a more casual outfit: dark jeans and a comfortable white t-shirt. Wanting to unwind after the intense performance, he made his way to the restaurant. It was only a few blocks away from the theater, so he decided to enjoy the pleasant evening weather and take a leisurely stroll. 

Once he got there and stepped out of the elevator, Pedro watched you from across the room. A delicate hand rested on Oscar's shoulder as you chatted and laughed together. He felt a bubble of pride in himself swell; it warmed him to know that you were enjoying yourself and having a good time. 

He felt like an intruder in your intimate moment, but he couldn't tear his eyes away. At least I don't have to miss her anymore because she's right there, he thought. 

Pedro made his way across the room, trying to appear nonchalant as he approached the table. 

"There he is! the man of the hour," Oscar said, a wide smile spreading across his face. 

You turned. Eyes meeting, and it was like a car crash. A collision of emotions and memories flooding back all at once. The air between you crackled with unresolved tension, and Pedro's heart raced as he struggled to find the right words to say.  

"You came," he said, his voice stern. Not reflecting at all the turmoil inside him. "Thank you." 

"Well, you called," you replied, trying to sound nonchalant as well. Deep down, though, your heart was pounding just as fast as Pedro's. 

Everyone seemed to ignore the palpable tension in the room and how he was losing his mind over these unclear conversations between your glances, carrying on with their congratulatory words to Pedro as if nothing had happened. But for Pedro and you, time stood still. 

People settled into an easy conversation, enjoying each other's company as the night went on. As the night went on, Pedro and you exchanged occasional glances, silently acknowledging the shared secret that lingered. He wanted to scream it at the top of his lungs: We slept together! We slept together, and I loved it! He wanted every single person in New York to hear it. To feel the exhilaration and passion that consumed him. 

However, to say it was to make it real, and Pedro wasn't quite ready to face the consequences of that reality just yet. He knew his place in her life. He knew it was better this way. However, the ever-present question of 'Is it better to have something and lose it than never have it at all?' haunted his mind. 

The laughter and chatter around you provided a stark contrast to the whirlwind of emotions swirling within both of you. After a couple drinks, the atmosphere became more relaxed, and Pedro found himself engaging in lighthearted conversations with the people around him. 

"Ah, man. I need a cigarrette," he said to Oscar, reaching into his pocket for his pack of cigarettes. 

"Go, go. I'll keep everyone entertained," Oscar replied with a smile, gesturing towards the lively crowd. Pedro nodded gratefully and stepped outside, the cool night air providing a brief respite from the chaos of his thoughts. As he lit his cigarette and took a long drag, he couldn't help but wonder if the temporary escape it offered was worth the potential consequences. 

"I thought you quit," you remarked, slowly making your way to him, eyebrows raised in mild surprise. Pedro turned and exhaled a cloud of smoke, a wistful expression crossing his face. "I did, but you know me. I have a hard time letting go of old habits," he admitted, flicking the ash off his cigarette.

"Care to share?" you asked, gesturing towards the pack of cigarettes in his hand. Pedro hesitated for a moment. 

"No." 

"No?" you repeated, raising an eyebrow. 

"I don't want to be the reason you get lung cancer." 

You chuckled. "Ok, so you can do it, but I can't. Got it." 

"I'm old; there's no use," he said with a shrug. "However, you have a whole life ahead of you."

"You make it sound like you're on a deathbed," you teased, taking a playful jab at Pedro's dramatic statement. He smirked and took a long drag from his cigarette before responding. "Maybe I am, in a way. But hey, we all gotta go someday, right?" 

"That's...dark," you sighed. "mind if we changed the subject?" 

"Sure, what do you want to talk about?" Pedro asked, flicking the ash from his cigarette. "Anything to distract me from my impending doom," he added with a smirk. 

A laugh escaped your lips as you thought of a lighter topic. "How about we discuss your play?"  Pedro's eyes lit up at the suggestion, momentarily forgetting about his earlier morbid thoughts. 

"How are you feeling about your performance?"

Pedro looked at you for a little too long before finally responding, "It's funny I'm thinking about death because I've never felt more alive than on that stage." 

"I could tell. I thought you were great, P." 

He shook his head modestly. "Thanks, but I still feel like there's room for improvement. I want to push myself even further in the next shows." 

"I get that." 

Pedro watched you stare at the ground. His thoughts began to conspire against him, and as he was about to speak, you also looked up and opened your mouth at the same time. Words rushed out in unison.

You both paused, realizing you had interrupted each other. Pedro chuckled tentatively and motioned for you to go ahead. "Sorry, you first," he said with a polite smile. 

You bit your lip, seemingly trying to gather your thoughts. "It's nothing. I just wanted to tell you I'll be in Europe for awhile. I got the Nolan movie."  

"Woah, another one?" 

"Yup. The role isn't as big as in interstellar, but I love working with him so much I couldn't pass up the opportunity."  Pedro nodded, a mix of excitement and disappointment flickering across his face. "That's amazing; congratulations. I'm sure you'll do great, as always," he said sincerely. "I'll definitely miss having you around, though." 

"Well, it's not like it'll be much different than now," you replied. "I haven't seen you since...since you know,"  your expression turned somber, cheeks flushed. 

You were right. He was so busy with the play and his new role in the second installment of Wonder Woman that he barely had any time. He even had to cut back on his time on set for The Mandalorian reshoots this month and a few scenes for a second season that haven't even been announced. 

"Yeah, I know." 

"Should we talk about it?" 

"I mean, there's nothing to talk about, really," Pedro said with a shrug, not daring to look you in the eye. "We slept together, and we both agreed that was it. No need to complicate things further." he tried to maintain a casual tone, but his voice wavered slightly. 

Pedro wanted to scream. The nicotine clouding his lungs was the only thing keeping him from losing control. It seemed like all he was left with was a painful reminder of what could have been. He looked at you as he took another puff of smoke. Your eyes clearly searching for a trace of emotion in his face, but finding none. 

A droplet of rain landed on Pedro's cheek as he inhaled deeply, feeling the coolness against his skin. It was as if the universe was reflecting his inner turmoil, adding to the weight of his unspoken words. He watched as you looked up at the darkening sky, the raindrops falling steadily on your hair. 

The sound of thunder echoed in the distance, mirroring the storm brewing within him. He dropped the cigarrette from his hand, its ember extinguished by the rain.

"Isn't that the point of love, though?" you finally responded, your voice raspy and drunk with bitterness and resignation. "To complicate things, to make us question everything, to drive us to the brink of madness. Maybe it's not meant to be simple, Pedro." 

His body tensed up, and your words clearly struck a nerve. The weight of your statement hung heavy in the air, leaving an uncomfortable silence between you both. It was no secret that his perspective on love had been tainted by past experiences, leaving him guarded and unwilling to let go of his pain. 

"You're right. Which is why I would rather stay away from it. I've seen firsthand the havoc it can wreak on people's lives," Pedro admitted, his voice laced with a hint of frustration. He knows he's hurting you; he can see it by the way your eyes glisten with unshed tears. 

"So that's it, then?" you asked, your voice trembling. "Is this how it is always going to be?"

But he can't risk it. "I thought we were on the same page with this." 

He sees how your jaw tightens at his statement. He knows he's hurting you. He's twisting the knife even deeper. He can't seem to stop just because he believes it's for the better. 

Please know it's for the better. 

"Yeah, I guess it's better this way," you spat back, your voice filled with anger. Of course, you could tell exactly how he was feeling. 

"Guys! What the fuck are you doing outside? It's fucking pouring!" A friend shouts from the doorway. "Get inside!" 

You both stood there staring at each other, momentarily forgetting the rain pouring down around you. 

“Yeah. What the fuck are we doing?" you say, not even trying to mask the anger in your voice. 

He wants to reach out and kiss you. Kiss you so hard that his lips would bruise. Kiss you so hard that your pain will fade away. But that action would go against everything he had just said. 

So he just watches you turn around and leave. 

What the fuck is he doing?

3 months later

After weeks of shooting in the United Kingdom and the Amalfi Coast, you and the crew finally had a couple of days off. Aaron, John, and Rob had the brilliant idea to take a quick trip to Monaco. 

“It’s a Grand Prix weekend,” Aaron said excitedly. “Maybe if we make a few calls, we could still snag some passes.” 

“Doesn’t that start this week?” Rob inquired, taking a sip of his drink. Ever since your arrival in Italy, the four of you finally got the chance to eat dinner together at a nice restaurant. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Aaron waved his hands in the air, “but if we leave tomorrow, there’s plenty of time to get there and enjoy ourselves.” 

You were so focused on your meal that you missed the sound of your name coming from Aaron’s mouth. “Hellooo?” he continued, and you looked up at him, eyebrows raised. “Aren’t you friends with Lewis Hamilton?” 

“Yeah. Well, I mean, we see each other sometimes at events and stuff. He’s really nice,” you tell him, still feeling a bit distracted. 

“Could you maybe give him a call and get us those passes?” he asks, pouting like a puppy. John laughs at him, hitting him lightly on the arm. 

“Sure, I can try,” you reply, feeling a bit hesitant. You rarely ask for special favors and don't want to come across as entitled, even more so when you haven't spoken to Lewis in so long. 

“Yes!” Aaron celebrates by raising his fists. "Um, one more thing,"

“Mate, you’re pushing it now,” Rob remarks with a playful tone. You can tell he's enjoying the banter between you and Aaron. 

“Go on,” you gesture at him to continue, a smile on your face. 

“Could we also use your PP?” 

“Use her what now?” John exclaims. Laughter erupts from Rob's mouth, making you and John join in. 

“Her private plane, mate!” Aaron says, embarrassed. 

“Yes, Aaron,” you get out, still laughing. “I’ll let you use my PP.”

"Thank you!" 

•••

The flight to Monaco was smooth and quick. You spent most of it trying to focus on a script for a project after this one while the boys all slept. After your dinner last night, you made two calls: one to Lewis to ask about the passes and one to your publicist to let her know about your last-minute adventure. 

Lewis was very nice as usual and said that, of course, he can get you the passes, while your agent said attending an F1 weekend would be good publicity and good fun. A win-win situation, she called it. She also said that since you were going to attend the race, you might as well attend all the events that come with it, which meant she had to fly in to assist you.

By the time the plane finally landed and you made it to the hotel, you were worn out. You spent the rest of the afternoon and night sleeping, without a care in the world. The next day, soft knocks on the door woke you up. 

"It's me,"  Taylor's voice called out. 

You groggily got out of bed and opened the door to find her standing there with her laptop, a cup of coffee, and a huge smile on her face. "Good morning, sleeping beauty." 

Although you hadn't passed a mirror on your way to answer the door, you had the feeling that you didn't look visually appealing at the moment. Your body ached, like you wrestled with a wild animal all night and lost. 

"Did you just get here?" you ask her, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. She smiles and shakes her head. "I got here late last night, but you weren't answering the phone, so I called Renata instead, and she said you were sleeping. And like the great person I am, I let you rest." Renata is your PA/publicist, a great friend, and one of the two constants in your life, along with Taylor. 

"Wow, so kind of you," you say sarcastically, but can't help the small smile that tugs at the corners of your mouth. "Come in." 

As Taylor enters, you shut the door behind her. She scans the space in fascination. There are floor-to-ceiling windows on the wall that run the length of the room and the wall to your left, which is behind the dining room table. A broad view of the harbor can be seen between the sheer, white, fluttering lengths of the floating curtains. 

"Gorgeous suite," she says, sitting on the plush sofa across the room. 

"Ren always chooses the best rooms, so yes," you tell her, sinking once again into your warm bed. 

"You're still tired? You've slept for like 16 hours already," she chuckles, pouring herself a glass of water from the crystal pitcher on the side table. "I know, but I guess the jetlag is hitting me harder than I thought," you reply with a yawn, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath of the fragrant flowers on the nightstand. 

"You didn't come to Monaco to sleep, did you?" Taylor chuckles, sitting down on the edge of the bed. 

"Yes?" 

"No! We have a full itinerary planned for today, starting with breakfast at Café de Paris across the street with the boys. And then we're off to the Hotel de Paris for a F1 brunch event. There will be lots of food, drinks, and hot guys. Specifically, hot F1 drivers," you groan-laugh inwardly at the thought of dragging yourself out of bed so early for the sake of hot guys. "You know that's the last thing on my mind, right?" 

"Well, not on mine!" she replies with a wink. "But seriously, it's not just about the eye candy. The event is also for a good cause, raising funds for a local charity. And it's also a great place to network and meet new people—you know the drill." You nod in agreement, feeling more motivated to attend, knowing that it's for a meaningful purpose. 

With a determined sigh, you sit up and swing your legs over the edge of the bed. "Okay, I'll shower."

"Let me call Renata and tell her to prep the car and get the glam team in here." 

"Thank you," you tell her, disappearing into the bathroom. 

•••

Two hours later, you find yourself entering the venue of a charity event with your very impatient and rather enthusiastic co-star and best friend, Aaron. The venue is buzzing with excitement as you take in the elegant decorations and the well-dressed attendees. Since it's Monaco in May, you're sporting a light blue strapless top and white linen pants that complement the warm weather and the sophisticated atmosphere of the event.

"I can't believe Rob and John sat this one out because they were 'too tired', Aaron remarks, shaking his head in disbelief. 

"Well, they don't have the energy of a 5-year-old, unlike you," you tease, playfully nudging him. "But hey, more champagne for us," you add with a mischievous grin as you grab two glasses of champagne from a passing waiter. "Cheers."

The bubbles tickle your nose as you take a sip, savoring the crisp and refreshing taste. 

Camera flashes illuminate the room as people mingle and engage in lively conversations. You're stopped every 5 minutes by someone wanting to take a picture with you. You oblige every time with a smile, posing for each photo and exchanging pleasantries. After all, that's why you're here for. 

Everything was going smoothly until someone bumped into you, causing you to spill champagne all over your clothes. The cold liquid seeps mostly through the fabric of your top, leaving a sticky sensation against your skin. 

"Oh, my bad," you hear a thick Australian accent apologize. You turn to see a rather tall, tan-skinned, handsome man with a sheepish grin on his face. Did you say how handsome he was? And what the fuck was he smiling for? 

Once he realizes who you are, his eyes widen in surprise and anguish. People start noticing the commotion and turn their attention towards the two of you. The man quickly grabs your arm and pulls you away from the crowd, his grip firm but gentle. 

"Hey! Where are you taking me!" you protest, trying to free your arm from his grasp. His grip tightens slightly, but he maintains a calm demeanor as he leads you towards a quieter corner. As you reach a bathroom, he finally releases his hold on you and takes a step back, his expression filled with concern. 

"Relax, I'm not kidnapping you." 

The chaos around you fades into the background as he shuts the door and starts grabbing paper towels. "Shit, here," he says, handing you one. "Sorry for ruining your clothes."  

You start wiping the spilled drink off your clothes, a little annoyed at the inconvenience. You can feel his gaze burning into you without looking. 

"Do ya want me to give you mine?" he offers, gesturing towards his own shirt. "It might be a bit big on you, but at least it's dry." he pauses, waiting for your response. 

You stare at him. "And what? you're going to walk around shirtless?" you ask, raising an eyebrow. He chuckles. "Yeah, I have a banging body, so I'll just be doing everybody here a favor here, really," he replies with a smirk. 

You roll your eyes at his cocky remark. "I think I'll manage without your shirt, thanks," you say sarcastically. "But I appreciate the offer." 

He laughs as he observes you. "Okay, then let me find another way to make it up to you." 

"There's no need."

"Do you have plans tonight?"

"I'm fine."

"Does 7 p.m. sound good to you?"

"Listen—"

"Where are you staying?" 

"I don't even know you."

"It's Daniel."

"Okay, Daniel. I don't know you, so no."

"But you could," he says with a playful glint in his eyes. "And who knows, it could be the start of something new." 

"Are you quoting High School Musical to me?" 

"Hey, it's a classic. And it was right there." 

You chuckle, unable to resist his charm. Something lights up in his eyes. 

"Listen, I won't push you anymore. It's up to you. Can't blame me for trying, though." you raise an eyebrow, considering his words. 

"I'm going to go now," you tell him, pointing at the door. 

He nods understandingly. "See ya later."

•••

After about 30 more minutes of indulging everyone in conversation and enjoying the party, Lewis Hamilton finds you. "Hi sweetie, there you are," he greets you, ever so polite. "I heard chatter that you were here. I thought I wouldn't see you until tomorrow's practice sessions." 

"Oh yeah, but you know duty calls," you say with a smile as you lean in to hug him. "It's so nice to see you. Thanks again for the passes." 

"Oh, it's nothing. You would've gotten them without me, but I'm glad you called me instead. How have you been enjoying Monaco so far?" 

"Good, good—" you begin, but before you can finish your sentence, a burst of laughter you recognize from earlier erupts from across the room. "Actually, do you happen to know him?" you ask Lewis, gesturing with your head towards the source of laughter. Daniel is joyfully engaged in conversation with a group of people. Lewis follows your gaze and chuckles, "Ah, that's Daniel Ricciardo. He's a fellow Formula 1 driver and quite the character, to be honest. He's a cool dude." 

"Huh," is all you manage to say as you watch Daniel animatedly tell a story, his infectious laughter filling the room. 

"What are we looking at?" Renata and Aaron find you and join the conversation; their curiosity is piqued. 

"Nothing," you quickly respond. Renata immediately caught on to your evasive response and followed your gaze. "Oh, Daniel?" she exclaims, voice hushed and her eyes glinting with excitement. 

"Wait, you know who he is?"

"I did my homework on the plane. He drives for Renault, and he looks great doing it."

Lewis and Aaron chuckle at Renata's enthusiasm, sharing in her excitement. "I think Renata will be watching a few races from now on," Lewis remarks, causing everyone to laugh. Renata shrugs, a proud smile on her face. "Trust me, I will, but not for him. Have you heard of Charles Leclerc?" 

You're still staring at Daniel, dumbfounded. Wheels are turning in your mind. 

Aaron's voice interrupts your thoughts. "So...why are we still staring at him?" 

"I'm going on a date with him tonight." 

Your own declaration surprises you. 

"Wait, you are?" both of your friends say in unison, their eyes widening with curiosity. 

"Yes," you say, setting down your drink. "You guys ready to go now?" 

They nodded, not wanting to press further but clearly intrigued by this, and you said your goodbyes to Lewis, promising to see him on Friday at the track. As you made your way to the exit, you grabbed Daniel by the arm and pulled him aside. 

"Hotel Hermitage, 7 p.m., Room 303. Don't be late," you whispered, voice calm and steady. Daniel's mouth curled into a smile, but he maintained his composure and nodded, a feeling of excitement in his gaze. With a final pat on his shoulder, you rejoined your friends and headed out of the venue, eager for the evening ahead. 

•••

You don't know what the hell you were thinking when you said yes. You could feel your anxiety building as the time approached—face flushed, stomach twisting in knots. James and Liz, your hair and makeup team, paused, laying out brushes and curling wands. "Everything okay, love?" James asked. "You want us out?" 

"No, keep going. You're almost done, anyway. I'm just internally freaking out a little." 

"You're great and look beautiful," Liz replied. "There's nothing to worry about."

You give her a tight smile and try to believe her words, but the nagging doubts continue to linger in the back of your mind. As the final touches are applied, you take a deep breath and say your goodbyes to them. 

"Good luck and have fun!" James says as Liz winks at you and closes the door. You chuckle at their enthusiasm. You walk back into the bedroom and pick up the black cocktail dress hanging on the closet door. The soft fabric feels comforting against your fingertips as you slip it on. The dress hugs your curves perfectly, accentuating your best features. You grab your clutch and check yourself in the mirror one last time. 

A knock on the door startles you. "Coming!" 

Breathe, you remind yourself. 

"Wow," Daniel says with a warm smile. "You look absolutely stunning. Are you ready to go?"  

You're sure your face must look like a tomato as you thank Daniel for the compliment. 

"Yes, let's." 

As you reach the entrance of the hotel, Daniel hands the valet a ticket, and he opens the door of his car for you. "My lady," he says with a playful bow. You can't help but feel a rush of excitement as you step into the very flashy luxury car. For an F1 driver, you didn't expect anything less. The soft leather seats hug your body as you settle in, and the sleek interior design adds to the overall opulence of the vehicle. Daniel starts the engine, and the car glides smoothly onto the road. 

"Where are you taking me?" 

He looks at you with a mischevious grin plastered on his face. "My friend Max is throwing a yatch party tonight, and I thought it would be the perfect way to spend the night," he says, revving the engine slightly. "But I intend to dine and wine you before we head there." 

"Oh," you reply nonchalantly, "Nice."

"Still playing hard to get?"

You shrug and give him a grin. 

"That's alright. I enjoy a good challenge," he replies, his eyes sparkling. "But I have a feeling that by the end of the week, you won't be able to resist my charm." He winks at you. 

"You're quite confident, aren't you?" you say, raising an eyebrow. "But don't underestimate my ability to resist." You smirk back at him, ready to prove him wrong. 

The car pulls up to the entrance of the restaurant, and you both step out onto the bustling street. You make your way inside. "Oh, I've been here before," you say lowly, feeling a little satisfied that it is something you've experienced already, so it's harder for him to impress you. 

You couldn't have been more wrong, though. 

The hostess greets you with a warm smile and leads you to the main dining area. As you follow her, you can't help but notice it's....empty. Not a single table is occupied. The dimly lit room feels intimate and cozy, with soft music playing in the background and red roses adorning each table.  

The hostess gestures towards a table in the middle of the room. "The waiter will be with you shortly," she says before leaving you alone. 

You turn around, facing Daniel. "Did you rent out the entire restaurant for us?" you ask, slightly surprised. Daniel chuckles and shakes his head. "No, I just made a reservation for a quiet evening," he replies. 

"You're an awful liar."

"I just saw how hectic everything was for you this morning, with all the pictures and people clamoring for your attention. I wanted to give you a break from that and create a peaceful vibe for us to enjoy tonight," Daniel explains, his eyes filled with sincerity. 

You smile. "That's very thoughtful. Thank you."

"I have my moments." 

The night continues with the two of you enjoying the delicious food and engaging in fun and light conversation. The peaceful atmosphere allows you both to relax and truly connect with each other. 

Just what you needed but didn't realize until now. 

"You're literally always smiling," you tell him. In the very short time you've known Daniel, there's something constant about him: his distinctive smile. Daniel chuckles and replies, "It's amazing what surgery can do. Formula 1 pays really well, and I was able to put a lot of that money into permanent smile surgery."

You burst out laughing. "Well, they did a great job," you say, still chuckling.

•••

You glided arm in arm onto the yatch, dry martinis in hand and a revolving stream of waitstaff to refill your drinks as soon as they emptied. You feel more relaxed and comfortable now. Maybe it was the three glasses of wine you had at dinner and the drink that's currently in your hand, or maybe it was the contagious laughter and carefree attitude of your date. 

Cote d'Azur was a smooth wash of precious stones at this time of year. The ocean's deep, smoky blue stretched out like a shiny carpet. Loud music blasted from the speakers, and the upper deck was transformed into a vibrant dance floor with people spinning and swaying to the beat. 

You wished you could rest your head on Daniel's shoulder without looking like you were already drunk. 

He excitedly introduced you to his friends, who instantly made you feel like part of their tight-knit circle. As the night progressed, you found yourself effortlessly blending in. 

"So how did this insufferable clown manage to take you out on a date?" Max asked, his voice loud over the booming music. 

You shared a brief glance with Daniel. "He spilled champagne all over me."

"And then she couldn't help but fall for my charming personality and good looks," Daniel interjected with a playful grin. 

"Yes, that's exactly what happened." 

Daniel puts a hand on your lower back, and you mindlessly lean into his touch. "You wanna go outside for a bit?" 

The need for some fresh air and a break from the crowded room causes you to hum in agreement. You leaned over and observed the white waves as they cut through the water as you came across a section of railing near the stern of the yatch. 

The sound of the waves crashing against the yacht provided a soothing soundtrack to your conversation. As you leaned against the railing, Daniel's playful banter continued. 

"Are you having fun?" 

"Very much so," you replied, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. 

"So I'm winning sooner than I thought I would."

"Winning what exactly, Daniel?" you asked, raising an eyebrow playfully. "The game of enjoying this beautiful yacht ride? Then yes, I suppose you are." 

He laughed, but it wasn't his usual boisterous laugh. It was a softer, more genuine sound that made your heart flutter. 

He came closer. "Would you like me to whisper it in your ear?" 

As he leaned in, you could feel the warmth of his presence enveloping you. His eyes were locked with yours. 

"You're falling for me," he whispered, his voice husky. The words sent a shiver down your spine, confirming what you had been trying to deny for the past hour or so. Not because you didn't find him charming or attractive, but because you felt like you were betraying the person who broke your heart months ago. 

How can someone break your heart if it wasn't theirs to begin with? 

You push back those thoughts. 

The playful banter that played out all night faded into the background as a new energy filled the air, sparking a connection between the two of you that was impossible to ignore. 

You give in. 

"You think?" 

He nods, his eyes dark. Your hands were encircling his neck, one at the nape of his neck and the other against the side, where you could feel his heart pounding beneath the pads of your fingers. Your fingers scraped at bristled hairs as you held onto his curls, and you enjoyed the feel of them rubbing against the pads of your fingers. You were tightly gripping him in your hands, not allowing even a millimeter to pass.

Daniel couldn’t decide where to touch you. You huffed a breath against his mouth as the lightest of touches - the barest featherweight of fingertips, like your skin was made of silk, traced along the curve of your jawline. The sensation sent shivers down your spine, making you crave more of his touch. His fingers continued their exploration, trailing down the nape of your neck, leaving a trail of tingling sensations in their wake. 

He had pressed you against the railing at your back with no warning, and you felt the firm pressure of it. And now you arose from it, attempting to cling to every bone-hard surface of Daniel's body. His lips found yours in a passionate kiss, igniting a fire within you that consumed all rational thought.

"People are watching," you whispered breathlessly, breaking the kiss reluctantly. Daniel's eyes met yours, filled with a mix of desire and mischief. He smirked, his hand sliding down your waist possessively. 

"Let them."

You were so fucked. 

•••

You’d barely been able to breathe these past couple of days with events and rendezvous with Daniel consuming your every waking moments. It was fast paced and you found yourself completely swept up in the whirlwind of emotions. He was showing you his world and you were willingly diving headfirst into it. 

It was Saturday morning, which meant is qualifying day and despite all of the media commitments and preparation that Daniel had to do, he’d promised breakfast as a way to make up for it. So here you were at a cafe only a short walk from the circuit, chewing your way through a delicious stack of pancakes while Daniel sipped on his coffee. 

It felt oddly comforting to be sitting there with him. He was a stranger to you just a few days ago, but now he feels like a familiar presence. The conversations flowed effortlessly between you; he was funny, attentive, and attentive, but most importantly, he wasn't afraid of showing you off and telling you how much he liked you. 

From the moment you crossed paths, he showed interest in you and made an effort. You haven't questioned whether he genuinely liked you or not. It was nice to be with someone who didn't play games or hide their feelings. 

Your mind has also found a new way to torture you: whenever you felt happy with Daniel, a nagging voice in the back of your head would remind you of him. 

Him. Him. Him. 

You couldn't even say or think of his name. It was too much.  

And yes, you were content, but you couldn't help but think about it. 

The first time you tasted Daniel's lips, you were let down it wasn't the same. That feeling of disappointment lingered, but as days passed, it dissipated more and more. Maybe one day it'll be gone completely, you thought. 

"So let me get this straight," you say, putting your fork and knife down on the plate. "You were on your way to winning in 2016, but a pit stop error cost you the race?" 

Daniel nods. "It haunted me for so long. I couldn't shake off the frustration."

You grab your coffee and lean back on the chair, listening intently. "It was very dark. I should've been happy because I was on the podium in Monaco, and that's huge, but I was miserable. The whole time, all I wanted to do was smash everything to pieces and scream, which is something you do not want to do in front of Monaco royalty, by the way." 

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued by Daniel's emotional upheaval. This was clearly a pivotal moment for him. "So, what finally helped you move past that?" you ask, curious to hear his response. 

"Well," Daniel begins, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "I won last year." 

"Yeah, that'll do it." 

You both laugh, and he places a hand on your knee beneath the table. "But honestly," he continues, his voice softening. "It wasn't just about winning. It was about proving to myself that I could overcome my own limitations and achieve greatness." 

"So...winning basically," you respond, teasingly. 

"See, I wanted to be humble about it, but let's be real, winning felt pretty damn good," Daniel admits with a sheepish grin. "I love winning."  

You snort in amusement, "Well, I guess a little bit of bragging rights never hurt anyone." 

You two carry on with your meals. His left hand still on your knee, and the air filled with contentment. 

•••

While Daniel returned from the qualifying weigh-in, you waited at the back of the garage. You had gradually gotten to know the Renault team over the previous two days. Everyone, from the mechanics to the media team, has been friendly and welcoming to you. You're still trying to decide whether it's because of Daniel, your status, or that they were just nice. Pretty sure it was all three. 

You were aware that it would be best for you to stay out of the way as the team worked and the broadcasting teams were filming in and around the pit lane, but you were unable to hide in Daniel's prep room. At the back of the garage, you found a calm area where you could watch the busy activity without being a nuisance. 

You were aware that, although you might have been in the VIP sections, you couldn't be that far away from him. You were able to feel more connected to Daniel and the team's spirit by spending time in the garage.

The phone had been ringing nonstop all day in the back pocket of your pants; the screen frequently flashed with new notifications from your social media accounts or texts or calls from friends and family. You were aware that the countless pictures of Daniel and you parading through Monaco were the root of the problem. 

It was truly a sight to behold to be watching him race around the track and walk around the paddock. 

He was in his element. 

"You look cute, baby," he says, referring to the oversized headseat on your head. His face flushed from the heat, and yours from the compliment. His hair was messy and a little damp from sweat, evidence of the intense racing. He looked perfect. 

Fuck. 

He leaned in for a kiss, his lips brushing against yours, electricity rushing through you. 

Fuck. 

"I think you're winning," you say, your eyes fixed on him. 

"Aw, that's sweet of you, baby, but I didn't qualify that great," he chuckles, his eyes twinkling with amusement. 

"That's not what I meant."

His face is puzzled for a moment before realization dawns on him. He smirks, his signature smile spreading across his face. "Oh," he says, his voice filled with warmth and affection. 

"Yeah," you say, barely above a whisper, your eyes never leaving his. 

"I told you so," he replies, his voice filled with confidence and pride. 

"Shut up," you say playfully before kissing him again.

Fuck. 

You were falling for him. 

a/n: oh oh pedro...someone's stealing your girl. are you guys team pedro or team daniel?

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SEEING YOU TONIGHT....

...it's a bad idea, right?

aventurine x fem! reader - in which you're his ex who, after seeing again, felt a desire to have back.

giyssssssss im feeling motivated to write again i feel great!!!!!!!!!!! busy busy weekend tho so idk how much more i can write hmm... but i'm going based off of song titles now lol. btw i deleted all of my past drafts and requests, so if u want something written, please request a song u want to hear with a character/scenario

exes to whatever is inbetween exes and lovers, one suggestive comment at the end, fem reader

he saw you at the bar last night, and that did it for him.

he knew it was wrong, and he shouldn't feel attracted to you anymore. but oh, the way you shine, how prominent your curves look in that gorgeous white dress. it makes him regret that he ever left you.

but you were thinking the same. he looked older now, he looked like he matured a little bit. you found him really attractive, but you were too ashamed to admit that when your friend prodded at your side, asking you what you were looking at.

you had no choice but to brush her off. she was the one who knew about aventurine, the one who had been there for you during the breakup, and the one who doesn't do anything but shittalk his name when he's brought up. that would be a betrayal to her if you were to give into your thoughts.

soon enough, your friend caught on, a dissapointed look on her face.

"seriously, y/n? why are you staring at him as if you just found the love of your life? do you remember what he put you through???"

she shook you by the shoulders and took you off the dance floor before sitting you down at a booth in the back corner of the building.

"you can't get back with him. you're going to get hurt all over again."

you sighed, understanding where she's coming from. you remember everything, all of the details in perfect order, but still are thinking about approaching him.

a couple hours later, the bar was mostly empty. your friend went home, bored of staying in the same place. you promised her you'd get back safe and not have too many drinks, so she bid you farewell and left.

there were a couple patrons left, mostly just drunkards laying wasted on the bar counters and the tables. but one thing you did notice, is that aventurine never left.

you both made eye contact, accidentally staring for a second too long before you turned your head away and pulled your phone out, pretending to distract yourself.

you soon heard footsteps inching closer to the table you were sitting at. you closed your phone and saw aventurine, leaning over your table, his arms planted on the tabletop for support. he gave you a sly smirk and you just kept looking up at him.

"do you need something?" was the only thing that would leave your mouth in that moment. you tried to tell him to back away, leave you alone, but that wasn't what your heart wanted.

"just came to say hi. i saw your stare all night. you weren't very sneaky."

you weren't really trying to be sneaky at all. this was what you wanted to happen. he knew that better than you did.

he soon cleared his throat to break the silence, before continuing to speak.

"but i won't deny, i was looking at you too. i'm sure we have the same intentions."

you looked away. you're also sure that you have the same intentions- those to hook back up. maybe it would betray your friend, maybe it would betray the people who helped him through the breakup, but you didn't care. you were only thinking about yourself right now. and so was he.

"i'm sure we do, aventurine," you decided not to engage too much, not now. you wanted to see where this conversation went. with a smirk plastered on your face, you continued to speak. "but why me?"

he gave his signature chuckle. you knew why he picked you out of every single woman who filtered through this bar tonight. but you wanted to see how far he'd allow you to take the conversation while answering with honesty.

"well, i already know everything there is to know about you. we're exes, not strangers. and plus, i've never not found you attractive. i'd assume we've both changed and matured over the past couple years, and i don't know if i'll be able to see you again after tonight anyway, so why not take my shot?"

good point. he usually went out for business a lot, and you were on the move a bunch for your work, too. so it was rare that you'd end up in the same place.

"fair enough."

you grabbed the collar of his dress shirt, one you'd grown farmiliar with seeing whenever he'd come home from a long mission, and smashed your lips into his. you don't know what took you over, but it was definitely not your brain thinking.

he didn't pull away. instead, he deepened the kiss, turning it into a full blown makeout. you gasped into his lips before closing your eyes, drowning in the moment. it felt so good to finally be back to him. it felt even better to know that you still have a place in his heart.

the kiss felt like it went on for ages before it was broken apart, a string of saliva connecting you two for a split second before splitting as well. you were shocked and out of breath, unable to do anything but stare at him, a content grin on your face. you snapped out of it after aventurine started to talk once more.

"well, how nice. i'm sticking around for the next couple weeks. meet me back here tomorrow night, same place? maybe we can take it to the sheets."

[jjsmaybank20]

Could you do a request with lexi howard x jacobs!reader, in which reader is nate's sister (who is passive-agressive and colder, has a hard time relating to nate, if u want) has to do a school thing with lexi and they start bonding, and they see each other more often (i'm over 18!! i forgot to mention sorry for asking again)

The Project

Lexi Howard x Fem!Jacobs!reader

Summary: You're known as the cold and distant sister of Nate Jacobs, but Lexi's always been intrigued by you. What happens when the two of you are assigned as partners for a project?

Warnings: fluffy fluff, mentions of (ew) Nate

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: I hope you like this! So sorry it took so long.

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Nate Jacobs. That was a name that instilled fear and slight admiration into the students and even some of the teachers at East Highland High School. He walked around as if he owned the place, and he practically did. There has been only one  person who had stood up to him publicly and taken him off of his high horse, even if it was for just a moment. His sister, Y/N Jacobs.

Y/N was an interesting person. She was intimidating and scary, but if you truly got to know her, you could tell that she was nothing like her father or her brother. I’d gotten to know her slightly through various school events, and Maddy becoming good friends with her and forcing her to interact with people. Most of the people in our friend group were wary of her, if for no other reason than what they already knew about Nate.

One thing that I did take notice of was how Lexi would act around her. She would get shy and nervous, and she was completely unable to talk to her. The two almost never spoke, except for exchanging polite words in the hallway or while hanging out with the rest of the group. 

Lexi was fine with this situation, and she never thought it would change. But one day, it did.

You shambled into class and took your seat towards the back of the room, sticking one of your earbuds into your ear. You never really paid attention to your classes, but you managed to listen enough to keep your grades consistent. 

The rest of the class filed in, a couple of them sending glances your way. You ignore their gazes, watching the front of the classroom, waiting for a familiar small brunette to walk through the door. As soon as the younger Howard sister walks in, you move your gaze to your phone quickly. You would never let yourself admit that you were searching for Lexi, but somewhere in yourself you knew it was true. 

When the teacher walks in, the chatter of the classroom settles down to a low hum, but not complete silence. She begins to talk, and you tune out until you hear ‘group project’. Your head shoots up, and a panicked look takes over your face. People glance around the room, making eye contact with friends who they want to pair up with, but the teacher shuts that down quickly.

“I will be assigning partners. You will not be allowed to switch partners after they have been assigned. This is final.” A groan goes around the room, but the teacher ignores it as she begins to call out pairs of names. You become more and more anxious as more names get read out, and you pray to any being up there that you wouldn’t be paired with an asshole. Finally, your name is called. 

“Y/N Jacobs and Lexi Howard.” You sit back in surprise, wondering if some otherworldly being had actually heard your prayers. Lexi turns around in her seat, shooting you a timid smile. You return it with a smirk making a light pink blush coat the Howard girl’s face. She turns back around to face the front, and as soon as she turns away, you let a small smile grace your lips.

After class, you intercept Lexi in the hallway. You ask her when you should be at her house, and she stutters out an answer, clearly caught off-guard by your assertiveness. “Um… r-right after school would work.” You nod your head and walk away, and when the shorter brunette calls out a nervous goodbye, you raise your hand in farewell.

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You roll up to the Howard household on your skateboard, about to ring the doorbell when the door gets flung open. In front of you is Maddy Perez and Cassie Howard, clearly on their way out. Maddy gives you a confused look, asking, “Why are you here?” You know she isn’t being rude, so you mumble, “Working on a project with Lexi.”

Maddy can’t fully understand you, and she replies, “Y/N, I can’t hear you when you mumble.” You repeat your statement louder, hiding your laugh at the motherly tone Maddy’s voice had taken on. Maddy pats your shoulder, walking past you. She wishes you luck teasingly, and you roll your eyes in response.

Cassie sends you up the stairs and into her shared room with Lexi, and there you find the smaller brunette on her bed, getting things set up. You move towards her and sit down on the bed, scaring Lexi slightly. As she catches her breath, you laugh lightly. 

After the two of you settle down, you pull out your project and begin to work. You fall into an easy rhythm and you find yourself to be more relaxed and comfortable than you have in a very long time. Who knew that it would only take Lexi’s presence to bring you peace of mind? The two of you work and joke around, talking about anything and everything. You learn more about her in one afternoon than you had in your whole time of knowing her.

Some time later, you begin to get bored with the work. Deciding to take a break, you sit back on your crush’s bed, taking her side of the room in. You had been in this room before, but never for very long. Now you could see all of the things that Lexi had added to her side that made it fit her. 

As you continue to look around, your gaze falls on the girl in front of you. She is still hard at work, her lip between her teeth as she jots something down. As soon as you focus on her, you can’t look away. You can’t help but think about how gorgeous she is, with her hair falling in her eyes and the concentrated look on her face. 

Very quickly, Lexi feels your eyes on her. She tries to fight the blush that rises in her cheeks, but she can’t. Finally, she can’t take it anymore. She sits up suddenly and whips around, catching you off-guard. “What? Why are you staring at me?” 

She watches your face turn red, and she can’t help but feel surprised. Your body language isn’t displaying the normal cool confidence that it normally does. Instead, you look nervous and shy. “N-nothing. You just… you’re just very pretty.” Lexi isn’t expecting that, and she doesn’t know how to respond. She watches as you seem to steel yourself for something.

“You know what? I’m gonna do this right now, because otherwise I’m going to chicken out. Will you, um… will you go on a date with me?” When Lexi doesn’t respond to you right away, you begin to regret asking. “I’m sorry, I overstepped. Ignore what I just sai-”

You’re cut off by Lexi’s lips meeting your own. It catches you by surprise, but you quickly melt into the embrace. Lexi’s arms wrap around your neck as she moves onto your lap, and you place your hands on her waist. As you break the kiss, your foreheads lean against each other. “So is that a yes?”

Lexi shoves your shoulders, pushing you away and making you laugh. She then pulls you back in for a shorter kiss, replying, “Yes, that’s a yes you dummy.” You can’t retaliate, you can only grin at the beautiful girl in your lap. You knew then that she could be the one to break down your cold exterior for good. And maybe, just maybe, you would be okay with that. 

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love all the attention, baby | shuri udaku.

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pairing — college!shuri x college!y/n

trope — best friends 2 lovers

inspo — attention by the weeknd

warnings — cunnilingus n fingering (shuri receiving), they r kinda just in love, shuri is a dom top but she gets kinda subby pliant (?) in this idfk how to describe it tbh, reader is mouthy, confessions but fluffy vers., reader thinks shuri is the prettiest ever (projection), kissing, shuri’s that friend that oozes non-sexual dominance i don’t make the rules, riri is mentioned for like two seconds, take a shot every time you read the word pretty, mentions of being a pillow princess, this shuri made me so weak i will not lie to you, mentions of overstimulation, its kinda long, reader is left high n dry bc this is about my wife.

a/n — this took me unnecessarily long my bad but it’s here now lol (thank god for abel), and its also way longer than i anticipated, i hope u enjoy it ! p.s i changed the trope a little bit bc @thevenusianleo already wrote a brilliant piece on the prev one!

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when a touch's not enough you want more than a fuck, thinking twice i'm the one but you just need to trust.

shuri’s hand slides down your waist trailing against the skin of the back of your thigh to the hem of your miniskirt, and she gently shifts the edge slightly down the length of your legs, adjusting it to rest where it’s designed to sit. you blink behind your cocktail and her hand is already back on your waist, her eyes are squinted as she laughs at something riri said and tips the amber liquid-filled glass down her throat.

your body tingles and you cuss at how sensitive your senses are when it comes to your best friend. they were vehement on orchestrating your demise. your eyes flicker to shuri; trailing from her sharp jaw, along the length of her pretty neck, and coming to rest on the collarbones peeking out of the neckline of her shirt. the silk of her shirt appears softer against her angular build, and you know you’re staring when a throat is subtly, but pointedly cleared and your head is snapping forward, “so, y/n, you down?”

riri’s voice is knowing, her eyes gazing at you teasingly as she adds, “we’re gonna play never have i ever, i bet shuri’s down if you are.” you chuckle in embarrassment, knowing that she knew you had heard none of what was said, “well, i was actually thinking of heading home. my social battery is at its last straw.” you move to hug her goodbye, chuckling, knowing that despite her complaints, the girl understands. when you turn to shuri, ready to bid her farewell as well, she’s grabbing her coat off of the barstool next to her.

“come. i’ll drive you.” she says. her hand coming to rest on the small of your back after she hugs riri goodbye too, the small scientist raising a brow at you. you roll your eyes as shuri guides you out of the party, riri’s cackle becoming background noise as you bid your farewells to people on your walk out.

shuri opens the passenger door for you and waits until you’re seated to lean over you, her warmth seeping into your skin from the proximity, feeling her breath on your neck as she reaches to buckle your seatbelt. the moment is gone as quick as it comes, if acts like this weren’t so common in your friendship, you would be convinced they were just figments of your imagination conjured by your desire for her.

the stereo plays softly as she drives towards her studio apartment, the trip is short and soon you’re jumping out of the car and shivering from the chill of the night. shuri’s lacing her fingers through yours and pulling you through the elevator, holding you close as the doors open to her floor. she glides through her door and heads to the kitchen, dropping your hand to make the both of you a cup of tea and you make your way to her living room, playing the first vinyl you see — it was a playlist that you had made of songs that reminded you of her.

⤠ 

“what?” you splutter. hold on by the internet, softly ringing through your ears as your gaze lifts to her dark amused eyes, shuri's lips lift into a smirk and her gaze is melting through your skin. her body is relaxed against the velvet loveseat, and her head is turned towards you, her arm lazily hanging off the backrest of the seat as a soft orange glow adds to the comfortable atmosphere surrounding the two of you.

"i said, 'never have i ever got off to the idea or the act of giving someone else pleasure'."

your empty cups are forgotten on the stone table, you and shuri decided to play the game you opted out of at the party, minus the alcohol, simply longing to spend more time together. you let your tongue swipe across your lips as you open your mouth to respond, "yea, sometimes i guess, i-um i like seeing how girls get when they cum from being ate out or fingered or something... its so mesmerising..." your voice trails off, breathily. "oh my god, this is so humiliating." you whine, as you refuse to look at her.

you wholefully, severely understated just how much you like that idea, how much it gets you going, the tingles dancing between your legs, at the mere mention of the hedonistic act, laugh at the white lie.

shuri's quiet as she mulls over your words, they affect her a little too strongly for her liking; now all she can manage to conjure in her mind is you between a pretty girl's legs, gazing up at them with those magical eyes, pleading for them to come for you. shuri can feel a vicious pulse of heat course through her body when that image transforms into you between her thighs, making her come, and her teeth are digging into the pillow of her bottom lip.

only bast knows she misses the pleasure of a gentle mouth on her, but the idea of it being your mouth on her, has made her insatiable. shuri's quickly snapped out of her thoughts as she hears the timid call of her name from you, her gaze never wavered from you even when she didn't respond to your attempts to shift the conversation, so when her lips part to speak, you're holding your breath.

"so you're a pillow princess who also gets off on giving?" her lips curve into that stupid smirk and you want to smack it right off her face. your eyebrows shoot up, the heat burning against the skin of your cheeks as protests fall from your mouth, "i am not a fucking pillow princess!" your shriek of disbelief only falling on deaf ears as shuri's cackles just rise in volume. god, you love her.

"pillow princesses are cute, angel. i'm always with them for a reason, its pleasurable to give. i mean its also nice to receive but that's not common, so." she's laughing, not even aware at what she revealed, and the selfish side of you jumps at the opening.

"i can show you that i'm not like the pillow princesses you've been with!" you blurt out.

instantaneous regret curls around your throat at shuri's sharp intake of breath, and you're willing yourself to retract the words that now hang heavily in the quiet room. shuris eyes snap to yours just as your gaze drops to the couch, the velvet suddenly immensely intriguing. her tattooed hand glides into your plane of sight before placing itself on your chin to bring your gaze back to her.

"eyes always on me, remember," she speaks sternly. "you wanna show me, hm?" you slowly nod at her prompt feeling like you were in a trance, "then show me, show me how giving you are, princess."

your jaw drops as you blink up at her, mind racing at the prospect and your energy is shifting so drastically and so quickly that it gives the panther whiplash. you hum out in satisfaction, your gaze seductive and confident but still carrying a smudge of hesitance.

you slid your hand gently up her thigh, your movements steady, even as she gazed at you with those dark eyes. you're smirking lightly as you move to spread her legs, your warm lips timidly meeting her warm neck, parting to taste her skin and you murmur, "i think i wanna hear you ask for it rather... ask for my lips on you, shuri." your words slide against the skin of her jaw, her hands gripping the couch as her head tilts back on to the velvet backrest.

her eyes are shut as she contemplates your request, your lips heating a fire under her skin, pulling her into the warmth of you — a loving embrace she never thought she would experience again. your hand traces over the dip of her waist, squeezing it to feel her jolt against you before slipping down to the band of her black sweatpants. you slide your fingers in, feeling the band of her boxers, and trace your fingers along it, her head lulls to the side to look at you and you use the moment to shift your face closer to hers.

you yearn to hear her talk to you, hear the gasp in her voice as the desperation claws at her being — you crave her.

her hands twitch at her sides, as you skim your lips over hers, a teasing breath away, too far away; and for the first time, shuri feels like whining, begging into the depths of your mouth for anything you’re willing to give her.

"please, s'thandwa… please put your lips on me." 

she's gasping, her hips twitching up like she could just fuck up into you, wondering if you would let her, invite her into you. before her mind can guide her too far, she feels your lips move into a smile against hers, and you're tauntingly whispering, "mm good fucking girl." pulling away with a satisfied smirk, not too far, but enough to deprive her of the feel of your glossy lips slipping against hers.

and its then that shuri knows you'll be the fucking death of her.

your body fully turns towards her, and your soft hands slide straight into her boxers, impatiently pressing against the heat of her pussy. you roll your lips as you feel just how wet she was, your own warmth clenching at the thought of someone so powerful, so regal, becoming so worked up at your own hands, at the mere thought of being at your mercy. 

shuri lets out the sweetest sigh, her toned stomach clenching as she holds eye contact with you, those pretty eyes. the heat in you grows as you move your deft fingers to slide over her clit, her mouth parting as she spreads her long, gorgeous legs further apart and you ease your own leg, the one furthest from her, to rest over her trembling limb. the entirety of the front of your body is pressed against the length of her side when her tongue comes out to lick her lips and you’re lifting your unused hand to wrap around her neck to keep her eyes on yours, her eyebrows furrowing as you circle her clit in firm circles, eager to make her feel good. 

"you look so pretty like this, baby. always so selfless, hm? you just needed someone to take care of this pretty pussy, right, give her some attention?"

you embarrassingly feel the blood rise to your cheeks as shuri's mouth drops open in shock, her hips stuttering as she sharply gasps around your name. her slender fingers are reaching to place her own hand over your working one just as her legs go to shut. her eyes flutter, her teeth grazing over the pillow of her lips as she forcibly stills her stuttering hips, the heat of her thighs warms your hands between them, and the feeling is so dizzying; there’s a breath... then, her pussy's grinding, uncontrolled, against both of your fingers — once, twice before her forehead is in contact with your own and a series of whimpers escape her lips.

"fuck, fuck, please, baby, please."

the clench of your thighs is instinctive, the blood is rushing through your ears and all you can think and breathe is shuri, shuri, shuri. her hand is against yours, fingers laced over yours as she guides you to glide through the heat of her folds, moving in tandem, working unanimously to tear her apart. she’s turning to gasp in your mouth, panting softly as she murmurs her words into the heat of your mouth, "just like that, y/n. mhm, making me feel so fucking good, angel."

and then you just can't handle not having your mouth on her, not being able to taste her for any longer. you’re vibrating with the idea of finally having her, pleasing her, being so good for her. immediately, you find yourself moving to fall to your knees in front of her body, your hands reaching for the band of her sweats to pull them off along with her boxers.

"y/n," she says breathlessly, her eyes gazing into yours from above and her clean hand is moving to cup your cheek, her thumb grazing against the underside of your eye, "are you gonna make me come? wanna paint my pretty girl lips, yeah?" her hips shift forward, almost presenting her soaked heat to you. and you’re reminded exactly who you’re dealing with, the sheer confidence slipping through the cracks of her pleasure coercing the serving side of you. 

slowly shifting the palms of your heated hands down her thighs, your eyes held by hers, taunting you; before her legs spread the slightest bit more, inviting you into her. your legs are permanently clenched as you finally allow your gaze to drop to the apex of those gorgeous legs and your breath is catching before you whimper. god, she was pretty everywhere. 

you shift closer on your knees, licking your lips before glancing up at shuri, she tilts her head in a challenge and you bring your lips to her pulsing clit, giving her a soft open-mouthed kiss. her legs relax for a split second, a soft exhale traveling through your ears, before she’s tensing up again as you lull your tongue out to swipe through the length of her — she was so warm, so sweet, she was everything you ever wanted.

your tongue slides across her clit, applying a delicious pressure that has the girl’s chest heavily rising and falling, over and over again, and shuri's throbbing. her thighs are tensing up around your head and her stomach's flexing as she breathily sighs into the serene but heated air of her apartment, she sounds so soft, so breathless but so dangerous, like the whisper of a pretty succubus, ready to sing you into the darkness, lure you into breathing your life into her.

you whine against the warmth of her, looking up into her eyes as she stares down at you, "mm good girl, want you to look into my eyes while you’re making me feel so good, nkosazana." she sounds out the words on a whimper, her eyes fluttering as her hand comes to gently grip your locs. 

you bring your hand up to trace the ring of her entrance before gently pushing into her, and her body is so welcoming, allowing you to carve your way through her walls like she was made for you. when your fingers gently swipe against the tender patch inside her, her hips buck and she sharply wails, sounding so pretty and wrecked for you and her thighs rise to close you into her, never wanting you to depart from her.

"yes, yes, take me there, baby, please, please."

her moans are bordering on a sob as she presses your lips closer to her, guiding you against her, her body tensing as she twitches, her being at your mercy. her hips are riding into the heat of your mouth and shuri can’t think, can’t fathom anything outside the heat of your mouth, the clenching of her tightening heat around your fingers, and god, it’s like you belong in her; she wants to love you till the end of time.

you separate your glistening lips from her clit but speed up the steady movement of your fingers, "please come for me, i want you to come for your good girl, shuri. please, ndiphilele 'mkanikazi wam' (come for me, my queen)." you whimper out, your legs shaking from how hard you’re squeezing them together, you’re so embarrassingly wet, the heat is swirling in the pit of your stomach.

a quick, deep stroke against your spot and a flattening of your tongue over her clit, and shuri’s falling apart for you. her body is trembling as she sobs out your name, her hips frantically working against your face as she arches her back, her throat expanding prettily as if she’s basking in the attention. you work her through it, your mind blanking at the rhythmic clenches of her warm pussy around your fingers, calling you to her. and you’re almost tempted to continue even after she comes down, tempted to see her writhe around you as she tries to move away from you but, simultaneously can’t help the way her hips gyrate against you for one more. 

shuri’s breathing heavily when you pull your fingers out of her snug cavern, and bring your gaze to hers, finding it heavily seated on you. she reaches her hand out to grab your wrist and gently pulls you to your feet, guiding you to straddle her, keeping her eyes on you as she brings your fingers to her mouth, cleaning them off with a sigh. the racing of your heart stammers, before your lips part on a soft inhale of breath; she wants to kill you.

you’re starstruck, feeling your panties stick to your pulsating cunt, when her hand wraps around your throat to pull you towards her face, "bast, baby. made me come so fucking good for you." her lips tenderly skim across your cheekbone as your lashes flutter, "ndiyak'thanda (i love you), baby, so fucking much. let me love you more than just a friend, hm?"

"show me how to love, its been so long." you whisper moving your lips to where theyre hovering over hers, "but i know that you’re the one." 

a pause.

then you're floating. shuri’s lips against yours are soft, moving with an urgency that can only be described as desperation, raw need for you, for this, for the blooming of this relationship. your lips part and your heart clenches with a surge of love so deep it hurts. the atmosphere is heavy with emotion, the exchange of breath, and the giggles shared with the love of your life.

now you’ll never get enough.

you’re only looking for attention, you only notice it because i'm never around, the only problem is that you'll never get enough.

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[slickchickchocolatier]

S E 7 E N : P R O L O G U E - P A R T 1 N E

M A S T E R L I S T

Yay it's finally here! kind of a long chapter, so it's in parts!

Warnings: MDNI18+ Sexual assault, sexual harassment, religion, angels and demons, mentions of hell, angels are bad guys, demons are good guys, sinful pleasures, dry humping, fingering, making a deal with the devil.

“Hey y/n, go ahead and take these, we have to dispose them.”

“But…why?”

“The government has aligned with Senator Forras’s decree and that all scriptures, novels, and materials that contain any mentions of supernatural forces, any other type of religion, or mentions of demons are to be banned and disposed. The officials are making the rounds to do a thorough inspection of every establishment, so we need to get rid of them.”

You frowned as you received a handful of books, some were enjoyable for you to read, and yet you had to bid them farewell as you tossed them into a large bin that was arranged to be picked up later in the week. It was filled with piles and piles of books, some of which were classics.

‘What a shame…’

There were many people, like yourself, that questioned the belief and mission of Voia Domnului, the overly powerful cult that started out as small group led by overly, self-righteous religious ‘freaks’ that proclaimed the world has sinned. The cult was, and continues to be led by Michael Forras, who now is the self proclaimed Senator.

At first, the world deemed the cult just like any other, a bunch of lunatics that blabbed out religious nonsense of how everything was a sin, that everyone has sinned. They were harmless, for the most part, the only concern was getting them to stop blocking roads and clear passage of major establishments since they had often protested in mass groups, rather angrily, nearly every single day.

Forras, used to be viewed as a man who lacked any common and good sense. You recalled the moment he appeared in the media, speaking of how he personally ‘knew the Lord’ and that a day of reckoning was breaching. Every day when you were on your way to work, you would overhear the things that the community used to say about him…

‘What a joke, can you believe this guy?’

‘My wife says that she went to high school with that guy, he was just as nutty back then as he is now.’

‘I can’t believe people are buying into his bullshit.’

Now, things are different…much different.

He no longer was just the cult’s leader, but he controlled the city, the country…he was even on his way in leading the continent as people swarmed around him with their devotion and loyalty, although you wonder if it was just merely out of fear from him…or the angels.

Ever since the day where those…monsters had appeared, God only knows if anyone ever heard you reflect what your true outlook was, you’d disappear like the rest of the ‘non-believers’, as society has now called them.

People who had rational sense, a lot of them still had believed and enveloped religion and the belief of God, yet the moment they reflected their voices out and claimed that the events occurring between the angels and ‘the selected’ to be questionable, each one disappeared and was never seen again. Anyone who also spoke out against the Voia Domnului or the Senator, were also considered heretics. If anyone mentioned how the non-sensible actions of the ‘Angels’ and Senator Forras’ will, was a tactic of control and a coordination of inheriting power and wealth, would surely die by the hands of Forras’ cult members, or so you suspect, since many of them would disappear overnight.

When it came to your true outlook, you believed in a higher power, you believed in God and you never took it upon yourself to follow the Bible strictly, but you carried out your life being a naturally respectable and caring person. Whenever someone needed help, you were there for them. Should someone need money to help buy groceries, you aided them. You made countless donations, helped promote education and success for the youths of the city, and even volunteered at local orphanages. You weren’t by any means, a bad person, or a sinner. You were just human, but a good one.

December 2nd of last year, things had changed. The world had changed.

You’ll never forget as you were on your way to the Pacific Archives, a historical public library that you used to enjoy working at, not anymore.

Often, you were always reading the books as you worked, enjoying the amount of creativity found in the hidden gems of each shelf, each genre.

You were an active college student, back when advanced education wasn’t considered a ‘sin’, so it only made perfect sense to work at the library where you could continue your studies and find time to do homework while getting paid.

The building had two floors, the upper being the library itself, and the first floor was the massive café and shopping center.

Just like any other day, you went downstairs to grab your favorite drink. The barista, Lily, was one of your best friends, she started to work at the café once she heard there was an opening during one of her visits while you were at work.

You both had laughed and enjoyed a conversation as you sipped on your white hot-chocolate mocha flavored drink, when suddenly another barista’s voice pierced the lounge.

“Everyone! Look at the TV!”

Everyone’s eyes shifted their gaze towards the massive wide screen smart television that was mounted on the wall, turning up the volume, the staff and customers all watched in horror as the media played countless footage that was filmed of what happened, not too far from where you worked.

“This is Stacy Holcomb from Channel Nine news, here reporting of the… abnormal event that is taking place….you can see behind me as the camera crew are trying their best to take footage of what seems to be….a humanoid figure approaching a single man on the street. The mysterious entity has been seen targeting this man, and has been conducting serious bodily harm against him, paramedics and aid have been thrown out of sight each time they go near to save the man….it looks like-“ “OOOH MY GOOOOOOD!!!!”

The shrilled screams in the background took over the audio as the elongated, almost alienlike features of the entity brutally took the man’s head off...slowly. It’s hand mutated into that a of a blade, resembling a machete as it sawed it’s way through the man’s flesh. It wasn’t a clean cut, to say that it had decapitated the man was an understatement…it tore his head off…ripping it from his body after sawing it halfway through.

The cameras shifted the lens to the ground afterwards, indicating that the crew was running away upon filming what had just transpired.

“What….the fuck???” The barista exclaimed out in horror.

Everyone, including yourself, were left speechless. Some of the customers were crying, while others were in shock. You felt your heart drop, there was a sense of fear and curiosity that you found its way lodged deep within your chest.

‘What….was that?’

It wasn’t until later that day, when Forras came out publicly and announced that the mysterious entity, was God’s own angel. Being someone who self-claimed as the mediator of God’s guardians, he elaborated the structure of the ‘execution’ as justice served for the sinful actions that the deceased had committed while alive.

“I have seen God…I speak to him and his guardians. The Angels have come to cleanse the world, because we have taken many offenses against God’s holy rule and spat in his face as we continue to tarnish his good will. Those of us who have lived amongst the sinners, the filthy beings that keep offending his holy will, have tried to warn you all. Now is the time, I ask you to all believe in the will of Voia Domnului! Believe in our decree! We have preached time and time again that God’s will is en-route, and it has now finally come! We ask for you all to join us! Become a part of God’s will and help aid our mission in getting all sinners to repent and accept their fate, so that we may once again live in a world where only truth and God’s holy name is preached!”

Everyone was in disbelief, no one knew what to believe or what to do. However, as the days went on, more people were targeted, or as Senator Forras had claimed, they were ‘selected’. It didn’t take long for people to switch sides and start to find comfort by joining Voia Domnului, in hopes that they would save themselves from either the cult members or the angels.

“The angels know of your sins! It is futile to hide! Let it be known that once the angels have selected you based off your series of offense towards God, you too will be publicly executed, so we at Voia Domnului ask you, to repent now, as you too will be selected to die in his holy name.”

Maybe there was some truth in what he said, or maybe it was just fear and desperation, either way, at the time, you weren’t entirely sure what to believe. You remained as calm as possible, given that the world had lost it’s good sense. You tried your best to not lose yourself out of fear, but it was hard. It didn’t take long, but you found yourself as the lone wolf, where unlike the rest of the world, where everyone was hysterical, everyone feared that they were next to be selected, you continued to live your life with as much of a positive mindset that anyone could have while living through this excruciating period in world history.

You tried…and you were doing so well, but things had gotten worse.

Almost as if it happened over night, everything changed in an instant. The world felt cold, and empty, there were many times you felt like you were the last person standing as you would take a look around and notice that the route to work looked different. People looked different. The sky…the ground…everything…everything looked different.

No one went out anymore, the streets laid empty as the cult encouraged for society to lay dormant in their homes, as going out, especially at night, was considered a sin. So much, that the cult gained favor and authority, powered by the government to assign long standing members of the cult as high profiled officials. They assigned random members to roam the streets at night, as an established curfew was enforced, no one was allotted to be out passed 10pm. Not only that, but other activities and sources were all banned and punishable by death had anyone breached said bans.

Social media was banned because it was a sin, TV was a sin, music that wasn’t approved by Voia Domnului was a sin, certain foods that were known to be an indulgence of the devil, such as chocolate and apples were a sin. Personal opinions were a sin. Books, talk radio, internet, and all other forms of entertainment was a sin. Everything…everything was a sin.

While you thought it was over the top, you hadn’t formulated your own opinion on what had happened on December 2nd, you remained impartial for the most part, as you watched people, friends, and family all succumbing to Senator Forras’ will and join Voia Domnului in order to be ‘saved’. Even Lily.

“You should join us, it’s, a really good group. It makes sense once you complete their course requirements.”

“Course…requirements?” you raised a brow at Lily’s statement.

“Yeah, when you join, you have to take a pledge and then they put you through a 3-month course where you cleanse your body and learn the will of God.”

You shook your head subtly as you listened to her talk about the cult…or as she liked to put it, the ‘group’ since cult would have been considered a derogatory term for Senator Forras righteous figures.

“No…I don’t know…I just…I don’t know what to think yet. I just want to-“

“Shhh!!!!” Lily harshly shushed you.

“Y/n…you can’t talk like that. Say what you will about other matters but do not talk like that…otherwise you’ll be considered a non-believer.”

Recalling the events that surmised where the public speakers that defied the cult’s leading and Senator Forras’ actions, you heeded Lily’s warning. You didn’t want to disappear like they did, God only knows what happened to them as Lily, being a part of Voia Domnului, didn’t even know. It was against the rules to speak of such matter to the cult leaders.

“Just…think about it, okay? I don’t want you to get selected.” She gingerly tells you as she rubbed your hand. “We need each other…we’re all we’ve got in the world now. You’re my best friend and I just want us to stay that way.”

You nodded as you hugged her. For a moment, you sincerely did consider it, not because you believed in the decree of Voia Domnului, but more so because of Lily’s words.

But then your world shattered that following week….when Lily was selected.

“y/n! Please-please listen to me real quick-“

“Lily….what’s wrong?” you looked at her with great concern as she appeared before your doorstep, hysterically crying, face swollen from tears, and her voice stuttering.

“Please…just listen…umm……” she tucks in her lip as the tears built back up in her eyes once more.

“…I…I’ve been selected…”

Your eyes widened…your heart skipped a beat and your breath held in upon hearing her words.

“…no…..no….”

“Yes….I..I’ve been selected…y/n…” her voice trailed off.

“No…Lily! No! Y-you can’t be-“

“No I was…..I came home today and…there was the message written in blood on my wall.”

The message…was always delivered in the same manner to those that got selected prior to. A message written in the walls of their home, their work, or even on buildings in the street; the words were always drafted in blood, no one knows whose or where the blood came from, but it would always be fresh as the message would have drips that trailed down, catching the public’s eye. It would always have the selectee’s name, followed by ‘7 days.’ Only seven days…until each one of them died.

“Y/n…I’m scared….i can’t tell the group…I cant-“

“Lily…there’s gotta be a mistake. Do you know anyone else that has the same name? What if-“

“No……y/n…..it is me….they’re going to come for me….”

Your heart sank as you placed your hands on her shoulders, tears streaming down your face.

She really truly was the only person you had left in this world, you grew distant from your family ever since they joined the cult, they had refused to associate with you unless you joined them. But your heart never felt it true to be a part of an organization that promotes death in such a manner, regardless of the deceased being sinners or offenders against God…how could someone like sweet, wonderful Lily be selected?…How could she ever be…?

“No….please…..don’t leave me…not like this….this can’t happen….”

“Y/n…please….please hold me I’m so scared.”

You tightly embraced her. She had stayed at your place for most of her remaining days, and you watched as her persona had changed. She had remained quiet and aloof; she wouldn’t eat, she wouldn’t sleep, and she wouldn’t talk, until the sixth day, 24 hours before her proposed execution…

“Y/n…I’m leaving…I’m going to inform Senator Forras…”

“Lily…there has to be a way out of this…I’ve known you my whole life, you’ve never hurt anyone! You’ve gone to church every weekend; I’ve never been to church and I’m still here. In a lot of ways when it comes to praising God, you’re a better person than I am. Please….”

She merely shook her head. Dark circles under her eyes, her lips pale and crusty from lack of moisture as she refrained from even drinking water. It was as if she wanted to die before the angels did the deed.

You stayed silent…she was already moving towards the door. Reaching for the knob, she turns to you before opening it.

“Y/n…you’re my best friend…and I’m sorry. I’m sorry I have to leave you alone…I’ve accepted what’s going to happen…there is no choice. Just please…take care of yourself, and look after my family….but also…” she pauses for a moment, as she hiccups the sobbing tears and stuttered cries of her voice as her head dips down.

“Y/n….i never did anything…..you’re right….i may not have been perfect but I am not a sinner. I even joined this stupid cult….but it doesn’t matter….it was all wasted. Please…if for some chance…if the world goes back to normal someday…please let everyone know that I am not…I’m not a-“

You nodded, knowing full well what she was talking about. “I know you’re not Lily…you’re not….”

Both of you broke down.

You wanted to hug her once more, but you found it hard to even move. With a sad smile, she whispers “take care…” before leaving.

The media had a habit of promoting Senator Forras’ decree by filming and disbursing the footage of each execution, as a method to set the example of what surmises if you’ve sinned. You’ve never went out of your way to watch the profiles of each selectee on the day of their execution, but there were times when in passing or out and about, you would glance at the large billboard that aired the awful events. A glimpse of a man’s body being torn apart, or a woman being burned alive, there were countless methods that the creatures took in carrying out the deed.

The day Lily died, ou never watched what happened to her, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it, so you stayed at home that day, refraining from exposing yourself to the public at risk of overhearing about her death. You had shut the world out, and narrowed yourself into a corner, all so you didn’t have to hear….you didn’t want to know how they did it…not with her.

Not long after Lily’s death, was when the Senator banned education. Schools for younger children was regulated by the cult members, colleges and universities alike were all shut down, and while they hadn’t forced it…yet you sense that the risk of losing your job was near since you were the only one that hadn’t taken the pledge and joined Voia Domnului.

“Y/n! The Senator! The Senator is coming! He wants to see the library!”

Your eyes widened with concern.

‘Why does he want to come here?...I hope it’s not because he knows that i was friends with Lily…does he? He already thinks she’s a sinner, is he going to assume I’m one too? Are they going to ask me why I didn’t join Voia Domnului?’

You caught yourself overthinking, though that wasn’t hard to do since everyone in the city, the country, and the entire continent, walked on eggshells. Yourself including. For if it wasn’t the angels that you had to worry about, it was Senator Forras and his posse that performed their own manner of executions towards non-believers.

“Everyone! He’s coming up! All of you stand in a line-“ the head staff looks at you. “Y/n…you stand at the very end, out of the doorway. If he asks you, just tell him that you’re going to join Voia Domnului, but don’t say anything else.”

You nodded. You knew the staff had your best interest at heart, though they often times reprimanded you and would always try and convince you to join, yet you refrained. Especially since, not long after Lily’s death, selectees were reaching in the younger ages. Children…babies in fact, some of which hadn’t lived for more than 8 hours, were getting selected.

‘How can a child be a sinner?’

It seemed like no one cared; everyone paid no mind to that fact. It was as if everyone was just looking out for themselves. Since you had worked here for quite some time, the staff looked at you as family, like a daughter almost. You appreciated the gestures and them trying to look out for you, but deep down, you followed your heart. Somehow you knew…there was something more to what was happening, even though it was a gut feeling, and you could very well be wrong, you just somehow had this hunch that something wasn’t right.

“Alright, he’s coming. Everyone just stand and he’s going to do a walkthrough, apparently, he wanted to see how the inspection is being done and he chose our library.”

Everyone nods and stands, shaking. You weren’t sure if everyone was excited for their ‘group’ leader or if they were just fearful that he may find something in the archives that violates his will, which of course he believed to be God’s own.

You and the staff spent five days clearing out the library, it looked so vast and empty now. The shelves would only contain a scarce number of books.

‘Can you even call this a library anymore?’

The double doors were opened by a security team as Senator Forras walks in. He was a taller man, older, possibly in his fifty’s and had a very sharp and pointed nose. He had short dark hair and looked to be of average built.

He was dressed in extreme luxury, with a high branded suit and tie, along with fine leather shoes, a large overcoat draping his shoulders, and assorted diamond rings decorating each finger, the man looked to be living a grand lifestyle.

‘How….interesting…’

Your voice issued a hint of skepticism as you minded your thoughts in your head. Wasn’t this man supposed to be the temperance and modest type? Why is he dressed so lavishly?

“Ah! Staff…members of the community, thank you for welcoming me here today. It is truly a blessing to see you all here doing God’s work.”

The staff members issued out their gratitude and continued the conversation as they offered the Senator his tour.

All went well, and by ‘well’ you only meant that the Senator had looked pleased and kept nodding with approval as the tour continued. You and the rest of the staff members continued with your tasks, as the main head of the library took over the tour.

“Thank you, you are doing a good thing.” The Senator issues as he takes the head staff’s hand in both of his and issues a warm and seemingly friendly hand-shake. “Continue to do his bidding.”

You snuck out as the Senator bid his farewell with the staff members, wanting to hide in the bathroom for a moment and avoid interacting with him. The last thing you wanted was to put yourself in the spotlight and be questioned on whether or not if you were a part of Voia Domnului, which you suspected he would have been able to tell seeing as you didn’t’ bear the ring that each member was gifted upon graduating the three-month course requirement.

A moment or two had passed as you stood right by the bathroom door, ear pressed up against it to see if you could hear the Senator leaving.

‘It’s probably safe for me to go back now…’

Swinging the door open, you looked to your left and saw the wide double doors propped open. Only the staff members were seen inside, back to their tasks.

‘Oh good.’

You issued a mental smile as you started to walk towards the entrance to the library, when suddenly…

“Young lady…” his voice was filled with intrigue.

P A R T 2 W O

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[rintoshis-archived]

Hiii if your requests are open also sorry if they arent you can just completely ignore this message cause u dont have a pinned yet

But can i request platonic friendship headcanons with bachira and isagi?

Thank you in advance

─ BACHIRA ⸜ ISAGI ꒰ა ໒꒱ AEAO

HI BAE !! yes yes and sorry i don't have enough time to make my pinned post but ill for sure make one! also this request was so cute ^^ i couldn't help but think about dynamicduo when i hear them together >< anyways enjoy! . *. ⋆ warnings; nothing really, cute moments with their silly little shenanigans, intentional lower capitals ✧. word count: 475, 366

you almost felt your eardrums burst from meguru's high-pitched scream he let out in your left ear. this car ride was hell, even if there were places worse than hell, it would be crushed in the backseat with isagi and bachira. you could feel your legs cramping from the lack of space isagi's manspreading on the right side. you were inevitably squashed in between them. it didn't help when you were sitting on the hard material of the seatbelt right on your ass.

meguru and isagi's moms offered to drive you three to the arcade because the mall they were going to was awfully close to it. ''gosh.. seeing meguru go out with his friends like this.. makes my heart soft.'' yu's eyes almost water as her hands trembled on the steering wheel. ''mom, don't cry please.'' meguru told his mom, almost feeling embarrassed as his figure only sank further in the seat. you knew bachira was a talented individual and you didn't quite understand what his mom had just said.

isagi looked like he knew this feeling all too well. ''there's nothing to be embarrassed about, meguru.'' isagi's mom butt in as she turned her head to look at the three of you fighting over even just a space to breathe easily in. ''i remember isagi also never been the social butterfly like his dad was. the friends he only ever took home were the soccer team.'' i let out a small laugh as i saw the neon-lit arcade from the road. ''here should be fine, thank you so much for- meguru!'' meguru had already opened the door and dashed inside the arcade.

isagi waited for you to finish your farewells and bid his mom a quick ''goodbye, mom'' too. bachira's mom rolled down the window to give us three a small wave and drove away. meguru looked like a ticking time bomb while looking at what was inside of the arcade. people were scattered everywhere and no space wasn't filled with rainbow blinding lights that only enticed bachira further.

your almost popped out of their sockets once they landed on the bright rainbow glowing sign on top of the building. you weren't the type to go around and hang out at places and waste away the time you could use to be more productive. but since meguru and isagi kindly invited you to hang out together outside bluelock. ''c'mon, y/n! it'll be fun, promise.'' bachira grabs you by your hand and drags you inside of the building to go explore. isagi follows behind and gives you a small smile of reassurance.

''yeah, it would be more worth it to spend all your time outside of bluelock having fun, right?'' you three spot a basketball game and a bumper car area. safe to say, you three almost got kicked out 6 times already.

ㄔ    ִ  alright now onto the headcanons c:

ㄔ    ִ  bachira definitely accidentally threw a basketball at a kid once.

ㄔ    ִ  isagi helped meguru climb the machine to keep shooting the ball inside the ring to get like 1000 tickets or something 💀💀

ㄔ    ִ  isagi knows every single hack to win every prize you wanted in claw games.

ㄔ    ִ  bachira fought a kid to get to play in one of the games; ''you've been in this seat for so long, kid!'' bachira whined while watching the kid stick out his tongue to him, but he bit back by sticking out his tongue back.

ㄔ    ִ  isagi is a boss at those coin pusher machines and always manages to waste every one of your coins but ends up making the whole tower fall

ㄔ    ִ  a worker at the arcane had to hold bachira back and when i tell you they had to HOLDDD him back, i say HOLDDDDD him back.

ㄔ    ִ  like it took them 3 workers to hold him back from knocking a kid out for ruining his win streak or something.

ㄔ    ִ  you and isagi for sure always team up for those zombie gun shooting games.

ㄔ    ִ  bachira would absolutely destroy those DDR machines. (the arrow dance machine where you step on them) like you and isagi had to pry him away from the machine to go check out other games cuz he's been there for like 43 minutes.

ㄔ    ִ  like i can just imagine bachira dancing to one of those hyper-pop songs on the ddr machine.

ㄔ    ִ  you and meguru literally almost broke the wack-a-mole machine cause meguru pulled a mole out of the hole.

ㄔ    ִ  isagi is the type of kid to eat all of the cotton candy.

ㄔ    ִ  bachira definitely climbed on isagi's back while he was rollerskating. the kids were giving them the stink eye while you were literally struggling to stand on your two left feet.

ㄔ    ִ  at the end of the day, you three got kicked out for wreaking havoc in the arcade.

ㄔ    ִ  (you three got banned from it for the rest of your life.)

‧₊˚ ⋅ fusaes 2023 do not copy - a/n: send in an ask to request this with any other duo you want from blue lock c:

[ajaxwfe]

15 Hours

Characters: Childe x Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst with no fluff or happy ending

Summary: y/n wanted to talk with him more

10 Hours

23.46

Ajax:

Went to shower.

Is there something wrong with your mood?

It's not like how you were supposed to be.

Y/n:

What kind of problem would there be

I'm annoying as always

Ajax:

You're right.

Y/n:

Aren't you going to sleep

Ajax:

Yes in a minute

Y/n:

Can't you stay awake a few hours more

I will stop texting afterwards

Ajax:

I'm sorry.

I am so sleepy.

Y/n:

I understand

Sure you can sleep

But can I hear your voice before you sleep

Please

Ajax:

Alright.

I will call you.

As y/n's heart beat faster with what she read, she groaned with the pain in the middle of her chest. She blinked her eyes, which turned the darkest shade of purple, and took a few deep breaths to regain her senses. She didn't think she would get a positive response, she just wanted to try her luck.

She couldn't swallow as the name suddenly appeared on the screen. While she stared at the screen for a few seconds, her body, not knowing what she was doing, ignored her pain and trembling, hurriedly turned on the call and put it to her ear.

Y/n waited for a while and gathered all her courage.

"Aj-Ajax."

She was afraid as she could get the word out of her dry throat.

"Y/n."

She was very happy to hear her own name from the man she missed, while her eyes filled with tears when she heard a deep, male voice.

"How are you?"

The voice came out clearer from her throat as she got used to it, but it was still very weak.

"I'm doing fine. How are you? You don't sound very good."

Y/n smiled. He was worried about her. She know he was.

"I'm fine. Maybe it's because I just cried."

Lying made her sad. She didn't wanted him to know. Just for that reason, y/n preferred her this was rather than her standing around with fake interes.

"I understand. İt's been a while since we ended our relationship y/n. Forget it and look your way."

Y/n felt like she couldn't breathe at that moment. It hurt, Ajax was hurting her without even a little mercy. She knew she would never forget until her last breath, but she didn't know it would happen this soon.

"I will."

She was lying so much today.

"Thank you for not turning down my request. This means so much fo-"

While her speech was interrupted by a cough, she wiped the blood she vomited the back of her hand. She had exhausted herself so much that her body, which was in it's last state, could not lift it.

"Y/n are you okay?"

Y/n took a deep breath and forced herself to speak when Ajax asked with his worried voice containing emotion for the first time since the beginning of his speech. He didn't want her to understand.

"I-I'm fine. I think it's a cold."

"I told you to go home."

She chuckled when she heard the angry voice Ajax always used against her.

"It's not a problem. Nothing will happen to me. Do you take care of yourself?"

There was no sound from the other one. Y/n didn't know if he had hung up or not. She was scared.

"Aj-Ajax."

"I do. I need to sleep y/n. Let's talk tomorrow."

Y/n closed her eyes sadly. She wanted say there was no tomorrow for her. She wanted to talk more but she had to keep quiet.

"I u-understand. Good night Ajax. Don't forget about me okay?"

She tried hard not to sob as her tears flowed from her eyes.

"I won't forget. Good night."

She sobbed in the last voice she heard. It was a farewell. A one-sided farewell.

Part 9

Part 11

[yankstrash]

oops i said i was gonna send in for cole today and i forgot ✋🏻 anyway here r some prompts 😋

"You're hot when you're mad." & "Stop pouting and get over here."

hehe you are my fav 🤭🤭 love u sar

"You're hot when you're mad." & "Stop pouting and get over here."

Cole didn't drink often, but when he drank, he DRANK. Tonight, he and the boys had the weekend off from games, so they decided to go to the bar and have some drinks.

You stayed back to work on some homework, telling Cole to call you if he needed a ride home before bidding him farewell for the evening.

A couple hours had passed, you finished your homework and hadn't gotten anything from Cole about needing a ride. You figured he would be okay and decided to get ready for bed. You changed into your pajamas, did your skin care, brushed your teeth and hopped into bed.

You closed your eyes and just as you felt yourself falling asleep, your phone started ringing. You groaned and looked at the screen to see that Scooter Brickey was calling you.

Oh God.

"Scooter?" You said as you answered, and were met with giggling from the other line.

"Y/nnnnnn! Pleaseeeee come and get Cole, he is WASTED!" Scooter chuckled out, almost slurring his words.

"Just Cole?" You asked, laughing.

"Nooo, nooooo, definitelyyyyy notttt! I called an Uber but Cole has been talking about you all night so pretty sure he'd rather ride home with you than with a random person."

You laughed to yourself but slightly groaned, seeing as you now had to get up and drive just as you were about to fall asleep.

"Alright, I'm on my way." You said before hanging up.

You slipped on some shoes before grabbing your keys and heading out to your car.

When you arrived at the bar, you saw the boys standing outside. You were grateful enough that they got Cole outside so you didn't have to go into the bar in your pajamas.

His back was to you as you got out of your car, but when Scooter saw you he beamed and pointed in your direction, causing Cole to turn around.

His red, droopy eyes lit up when he saw you, and a shit eating grin overtook his face as he skipped over to you.

"LOVER GIRL! Hi sweet sugar pie!" Cole slurred as he engulfed you immediately.

You laughed as you wrapped your arms around his waist. He REEKED of alcohol, and you knew you had a long night ahead of you.

Another thing about Cole when he drinks, he is CLINGY. He's not typically a clingy boyfriend. He's not huge on PDA and doesn't demand your attention 24/7. However, it's a whole different story when he's drunk.

"Hi honey, did you have a good time?" You asked.

"I didddddd, but I'm ready to go home and be with you." He said, pulling away a bit and placing a sloppy kiss on your forehead.

"Seems like it. Okay, let's head home then."

You waved bye to his teammates before wrestling Cole into the car. It was a difficult task, seeing as he did NOT want to let go of you for the life of him.

"But Y/nnnnn! I don't want you to leaveeeee!" He argued as you buckled his seatbelt in.

"I'm right here baby, but I need to get you home." You said.

"Your home! I want to go to your home!" He slurred.

"Okay, I will take you to my home but you need to let me drive you there." You said.

Cole huffed and said, "Fineeeee. Let's gooooo."

Once he agreed, you shut the passenger door before going to the drivers side and getting in.

The typical 10 minute car ride felt like an eternity with Cole babbling about holding you and making grabby hands at you the whole way, distracting your driving.

"Cole McWard I love you with all my heart but if we crash you are to blame." You said, seriousness laced in your voice.

Cole gasped and said, "I would never let anything happen to you."

"You are about to cause a wreck by grabbing me, please stop." You said, trying to sound nice but stern.

Cole pouted as he looked down. "Sorry, baby."

He controlled himself for the rest of the ride, but was right back on you as you walked into your apartment.

"FINALLYYYYY!" He yelled, and you shushed him immediately.

"SHHHHH! My roommates are asleep." You said, starting to lose your patience a bit with your drunk boyfriend.

"So? They've definitely heard a thing or two from us before." Cole said as he broke out into a giggling fit.

"Cole, go to my room, now." You scolded.

He happily obliged, throwing himself onto your bed.

You poured him a glass of water and grabbed some pain meds that he was sure to need in the morning before joining him in your room.

"Y/N! COME HERE!" He yelled, once again, as you entered your room.

You shushed him again, closing your door.

"Cole honey, please! My roommates are sleeping and I've had a long night, I need you to be quieter." You said, sounding agitated.

You were expecting him to close his mouth, but instead you were met with yet another fit of laughter.

"What is so funny?" You asked, putting your hands on your hips.

"Nothing, you're just hot when you're mad." Cole said, smirking at you.

"Glad you find my agitation funny." You said, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Oh pfft. Stop pouting and get over here so I can hold you." He said, opening up his arms.

"No. Not until you apologize for driving me insane." You said.

Cole sat up and said, "Fine. I am sorry for being loud, almost making you crash and driving you insane. But please come cuddle with me baby, I need it. I need you."

You could never resist him.

You rolled your eyes as you took your shoes off and got into bed with him.

You fell right into him, placing your head on his chest as he held you close.

"I'm sorry I annoyed you tonight. I love you." Cole said, placing a kiss on your head.

You laughed and said, "I love you too, Coley. But I am coming with you next time to keep an eye on your alcohol intake, okay?"

"Sounds good to me."

[hand-writxen]

Bruises

TW// Mentions of abuse and bullying.

The beeping of your phone jolts you out of your sleep, you struggle for a moment as the phone vanishes into your sheets. After a few moments of getting tangled in the sheets, you are able to snag your phone and pick it up.

“Hello?” you ask, your voice raspy with sleep. Theres soft sniffles and a hiccup on the other line that causes you to pull the phone away and check the contact name which read ‘Bunny’. “Leo? Are you there?” The hiccups freeze a moment before shuffling sounds and the line gets clearer.

“Oh gosh- Y/N, im so sorry I thought I hung up. Please dont worry about it.” His voice was raspy and cracked with tears, the sound of wind and rain splattlatering in the background could clearly be heard. Your head rises as you glace out the window taking in the sight of rain and thunder.

“Leopold Stotch, Are you outside right now?” You quickly get up and start to pull on a hoodie and some sweats overtop your sleep wear and pick your way across your room to your boots, silence on the other end of the phone being the response to your question. Knowing the blonde wont answer you quickly struggle your boots on and race out of your room and out the door, your brain running a mile a minute as you slip through puddles and ice. “Leo you gotta tell me please?” The sniffling finally settles a bit as he takes a breath.

“M..My Lair.” His voice is soft but still full of pain and tears. You utter a soft farewell and push yourself to run faster as you put your phone in your pocket. Turning the corner past Kyle’s house the U-Store it facility looms ahead as you quickly prepare yourself to scale the fence like you had as a kid, Quickly throwing yourself at the fence you scrabble for a hold on the wet metal as you struggle abit to hull yourself over. Once you get over the top you let yourself jump and roll before quickly jogging off into the maze of buildings. 

The pace of your jog lead you quickly to the storage locker you knew as ‘Professor Chaos’ base’. You knock softly before pulling open the side door of the storage locker. 

“You know Leo, I still find it funny you’ve had this storage locker for 9 years and they havnt once questioned the fact you all but moved in here.” You say as you scan the cozy set up of the locker, Leo had hung string lights and set it up like a studio apartment minus the bathroom. The tall blonde laughed a little, looking over at you, the smile wiped off your face quickly upon seeing the bruise shining on his cheek. Without another moment you quickly rush over and take his face into your hands and softly rub your thumb across the black and blue skin causing him to flinch and whimper. 

“Y/N, that hurts..” his voice is a croaky whine as you withdraw your hands away from his face with a muffled apology, taking the spot next to him on the bed. 

“Leo, hon.. You need to tell someone, you cant just keep hiding the fact that Steven hurts you. I can only hold back so long.” your voice is hard but soothing as you take in his face, scanning for other injuries on his soft pale skin, the scar over his left eye standing out against the dark color of the bruises causes anger to flare up in the pit of your stomach. “Im willing to add another assult to my record to protect you, you know this.” This sentence caused a small giggle and grin to brake out on his lips as you lean back against his arm. 

“I dont know why, what even am I to you? A friend? A sibling? You’ve been following me around since elementary school yet you’ve never once stated what we are, You just get into fights on my account.” He says, his face pulled into a frown. You look up at him before shifting into his line of sight and settling on your knees. 

“You really want me to put into words and actions what you mean to me?” Your eyes are serious but your voice soft. At the nod of his head you lean in quickly and kiss him, The poor soft hearted boy went rigid never having been kissed before. You pull back from him as a small smile graces your lips. “I-I know you might not feel the same but i just had to-.” your words are stolen from you as Leo takes the initiative to kiss you this time, his hands grabbing your hips to drag you into his lap. Your hands quickly find place against his neck, gently cradling his head before you two separate, softly panting with grins. 

“I love you Y/N, Ever since we where kids. I just didnt think you’d want a scrawny screw up as a partner.” His words where as shy as the look on his face, melting your heart in an instant. 

“Leopold, I fell for you the moment you smiled at me on the playground. Thats why I’ve been by your side this whole time.” you could hardly get the words out before Leo was squeezing the air out of your lungs in a tight hug. The two of you laughed and lays next to one another on the bed, looking at the glow in the dark stars you both put on the ceiling. 

“I think I could stand up to my dad if you where there with me.” His whispers as if to not brake the spell over the moment. You grin and slide your hand into his as you laugh softly. 

“I’ve always got your back Leo, and I’ll back you up no matter what.” Your voice was just as soft as your laugh as the two of you share another gentle kiss.

[aajjks]

choice!JK

“shh~ it’s okay, minho. your sister will be here soon” coos the teacher as she holds him close and rocks him back and forth in her rocking chair. minho’s teacher, ms. green, has been worried sick for minho’s wellbeing ever since his long absence from school. his record depicts him attending a school in daegu for a year before returning back to the elementary in seoul. his aunt insisted the school keep his old contact information but what was strange was that they haven’t seen you since minho returned back.

everyone knew minho lacked parents and the only parental figure in his life was you. a lot of red flags were noticeable but it really became evident in minho’s behavior; you were absent in his life.

she isn’t sure why but it could be that you’re busy. but you always, always picked up calls when it came to minho. this time around, the phone call went straight to voicemail. ms. green was beginning to think the call to mr. jeon was futile seeing as she’s never called that number once and can’t remember who this ‘jeon jungkook’ man looked like but he’s marked as ‘guardian/family friend’ in minho’s file.

but thirty minutes later, a happy voice rings through the classroom calling (she assumes) minho ‘buddy.’ the 6-year old slowly turns around and doesn’t hesitate to jump out of his teacher’s arms and into the mysterious, awfully handsome man.

“j-jungkookie!! i missed you” he cries “wh-wh-where’s noona?”

the teacher is speechless. this man, jeon jungkook is beautiful. she wonders if this ‘guardian’ you marked is your boyfriend or minho’s cousin. “ehem” coughs ms. green to snap out of her gaze on the handsome man. “um, hello. i’m minho’s teacher ms. green. can i see a form of identification? it’s for safety purposes” says a nervous ms. green and jungkook obliges.

he shows the teacher his ID and once she sees it, she hands jungkook minho’s book bag and made sure to place his homework in their.

“um, before you leave, i scheduled a conference to talk about minho’s behavior lately. his aunt has yet to respond but if you could get in contact with ms. y/n or provide a number to contact her that would be helpful. u-uh, also he has a lot of homework to catch up on and maybe you can encourage him to do it”

He has no idea what the teacher is talking about but he’s just busy playing with Minho. The toddler immediately jumped into his arms, and that was the best feeling for Jungkook.

The teacher keeps on staring at him. That’s just creeping him out, but he doesn’t dwell on it. “Oh? A conference? I’ll be sure to let my girlfriend know. Yn his sister is my girlfriend so. Don’t worry about her she’ll be there.” He says, giving her a small smile.

“she’s just been really busy lately, and he was with her aunt so.. I’ll help him out with the homework, Ms….” he doesn’t even know her name.

Minho has nuzzled his face into jungkooks neck, this is a really great feeling because you haven’t told your brother anything about what happened between you two and he hopes that you won’t.

“Hey buddy, do you want to come home with me? Noona is right there.” He coos, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Noona is eagerly waiting for you. I’m sorry she couldn’t be there. She missed you a lot though.” He says to the six-year-old, who’s got fat tears in his eyes

Aw, that hurts Jungkook.

“You’ll be with jungkookie and noona yeah?” He says after he picks up his bag and bids farewell to the teacher. Jungkook makes sure to tuck Minho in to the front seat, with tightening the seatbelt around him.

“Hey, do you want ice cream? We could get some for your noona too- lately she has been in a very bad mood you’ll cheer her up.. I missed you too you know!” he starts his car and they both drive off the ice cream parlor and then finally home to you.

And after roughly an hour or so, Minho is finally smiling and giggling around with Jungkook and he’s really happy to have Minho’s company back.

They are parking back into Jungkooks home, and soon Mrs. min opens the door for the both of them and she’s shocked to see your little brother.

“Hello master Minho!” She greets the toddler who is still lapping onto his ice cream cone.

“Where’s yn. Tell her that Minho is here.”

[throwaway-yandere]

This is Esther.

Driving up my way through the villainous building that is Teyvat Productions, i hurriedly walked through security.

Spotting a mop of blond hair, i took a gamble and approached them. If it’s Aether, i’ll be cool and ask for his number or something its for security purposes. If it’s Lumine then i’ll-

I slammed into someone. Quickly muttering out apologies, i held my head down and tried to beeline towards-

“You should really watch where you’re going, dear me.”

“My apologies, Mr. Kamisato!” I straightened up and just looked at his chest because holy shit its the A in ADDICKTZ in the flesh like what why is he so damn tall what the shi-

Wait, where’s his manager?

“Where’s your ward? He should be practicing today.” I felt his stern gaze at me.

“Oh, uh…he won’t cooperate with me today, no matter how many skewers i buy him. Just Alberich things.” I sighed.

“How about you, Sir? Where’s your manager?”

He merely chuckled and said,

“███████ ███ ██ ███████ ██████. ████████ ███ ██████ ████ ████ ████ █ ███ ████ ██ ████?”

“I’m sorry, i didn’t quite get that, Sir.”

He waved it off. “It’s nothing, it’s nothing.”

“A word of advice, take Dain with you on the way to his room. Just tell him your predicament, and i’m certain he’ll advice you on something.”

“Oh, um…thanks, Sir. I’ll be on my way then.” I nodded to him and glanced at his face.

Wait.

“Is there anything else?” He raised his eyebrow at me.

“N-nothing, i just… noticed that you’re really well dressed today. It suits you.” I deflected with a laugh, looking down and slowly backing away.

He started walking forward.

Shit.

“Really? Thank you. But then again,” he stepped closer as i felt the wall on my hack

Fuck.

“You’ve seen this outfit before, haven’t you, [Y/N]?” 

A/N: DHSJKSAJ AM I READING THIS RIGHT??? IS THIS??? IS THIS FACELESS!AYATO AND READER MEETING ON AN ALTERNATE UNIVERSE AND IT'S THE PHCKING IDOL!AU I AM F O A M I N G A T T H E M O U T H.

Ghost Of The Kamisato Estate Fic

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"I'm not sure what you mean by that, sir."

Ayato chuckled, elegantly covering his sly grin with his slender fingers. His smile was soft but his stare was sharp.

"No matter, even if you do remember, you're no longer my ██████████." He steps aside, finally giving you more room to breathe. Ayato dons his prop mask. The show's about to start in ten minutes; this conservation was doomed from the start.

The poised man lightly pats your shoulder, barely even touching it, as you bids you one final look of farewell.

Still, you lacked the energy to step away from the wall and started at him exiting figure.

"W-Wait!"

Ayato looked over his shoulder. "Hmm?"

"I never got to asked before–"

You could not see his face, but his tone belied a grin behind his mask. "Before?"

"But I'll do it in this life–" You shook. "Who killed you, Kamisato Ayato?"

Kamisato Ayato, the political heir and new visual of ADDICKTZ, chuckled. You knew for a fact that if his mask wasn't in the way, his snarky smile would've been exposed for the whole world to see.

"Haven't I already told you the answer to that terrible question? Tsk. Try asking me again... On another life."

[luzarya]

Oh Weeping Woman, the Past Haunts

TWST X YUU

Summary: "There was a spooky old river nearby Ramshackle, and Yuu recalls bad memories associated with it. She tells the story of the legend surrounding her friends, but they all said it was a myth. Until it wasn't."

AO3 Link: here

warnings: mentions of death, and implied (accidental?) murder

word count: 1035

other things to note: inspiration for the fic embedded in the first line ; Spanish is used, albeit breifly

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Her screams light up the night

Her face fills you with fright

And still with all her might

She yearns to make things right

Yuu stared at the river in front of her, the familiar feeling taking hold of her entire being. There was a legend, she recalled, about a river like this, filled with fog and obscurity. 

“What's the deal with this creepy river?” Yuu heard Ace say, the boy holding up a lantern. 

“There’s a story with a river like this,” Yuu quietly comments. 

“A story?” Deuce asks, looking around. 

Yuu nodded. 

“It’s about a woman, who…”

For them, they’ve lost their lives

She warned them of the dive

She prayed that one survived

Yet none of them arrived

“That’s creepy!” Grim yells loudly. 

“Quiet!” Yuu tells Grim, “She’ll take you down if she thinks you’re her children!”

“Please,” Ace laughs, bringing the lantern closer to Yuu, “She’s just a story told to kids to make them behave. We know better.”

Yuu remained quiet, but her face betrayed everything- if her furrowed brows and frown were anything to go by. 

“Still, it’s a pretty effective story,” Deuce comments, “It’s not safe for children to be near rivers during the night without supervision anyways.”

“As if you’re one to say.”

“What does that mean?!” 

They’re gone, they’re gone, she yells

So on, so on, church bells

Of tears and salt she smells

There are no last farewells, farewells

Yuu stared at the river again, this time alone. She knew there was something there, though she couldn’t quite place her finger as to what it was.

Yuu crouched down, and touched the dirt beneath her. 

“Mis hijos…”

Yuu’s eyes widened, and she stood up, looking around frantically as to where the voice came from. The same stomach ache returned, though this time it was stronger, so strong that Yuu’s knees weakened, forcing Yuu to kneel. 

Still, they held their head up, searching for the voice. 

But they couldn’t find the source.

La llorona que pasó

     Por qué lloras mi amor

   Y los niños dónde están

En el río duermen ya

Memories began flooding in. 

“I’m sorry…”

“My sons…”

Yuu was only a child when it happened. 

She was out with her cousins on a night like this, the two older boys pestering her to take a dip in the river. But she didn’t- she wholeheartedly believed the weeping woman who strolled by, searching for her missing children. 

But her cousins did not. 

She walks, hands dripping wet

She looks really upset

She was never a threat

Yet no one will forget

It happened so fast- one moment, they were cheering as they played in the morning, but the next moment, Yuu heard screams. Yuu was scared, but her concern for her relatives outweighed it, so she pushed forward, daring to inch closer and closer to the forbidden river.  

“Lo? Mao?” Yuu called out, “Lorenzo! Mario! Where are you!?” 

Faintly, Yuu heard a cry for help. 

“Yu..u…. … ayuda….”

Yuu dove into the river, and began to frantically search for her beloved cousins, unaware of the figure roaming around, whispering like a broken record. 

“Mis hijos…” 

For them, they’ve lost their lives

She warned them of the dive

She prayed that one survived

Yet none of them arrived

Yuu had searched for hours and hours, until the sun rose and still, there was no sign of Lorenzo and Mario. 

Her mother and aunt arrived not too long after, their eyes red and puffy, and their voices hoarse. 

“Mija… Where are your cousins?”

“I don’t know,” Yuu replies, on the brink of crying, “I don’t know! They- ma, they were here! But then I… I heard them shout!” A tear fell out. 

Her aunt’s face paled. 

“And… and I went into the river!” Yuu explains, “To look for them, tía, I swear. Pero…. No los encuentro. I can’t find them… Please help-”

“Mi amor,” her mother gently says, “They’re gone.”

Yuu shook her head, “No! I know they’re around! We just-”

“They’re gone, mija.”

They’re gone, they’re gone, she knows

Yet from their graves they rose

Her insanity grows

Just as the river flows and flows

A funeral was held after the event, the entire family coming to grieve. Yuu was a doll, sitting still, face blank and unmoving. No one asked her questions, nor did she speak to anyone. 

It was a quiet affair. 

The only reminder of the event was the scar on her left wrist, from a rock that was in the river. 

La llorona que pasó

Por qué lloras mi amor

Y los niños dónde están

En el río duermen ya

Yuu looked around- why were these memories just flooding back in at this moment?

But a look into the river, a look at her reflection, told her immediately. 

Hair black as coal, she noted. Attire to that similar of her mothers and-

Her eyes black as night.

They’re gone they're gone, she digs

I slaughtered them like pigs

I drowned my f*****g kids

Their necks their necks, they cracked like twigs

A wail ripped from her throat, and she grabbed her clothes, tearing and ripping them. Pieces of the uniform fell to the ground, until all that was left was tattered cloth that barely covered them. 

And for a moment, the memory of the bodies came to mind. It was hidden deep in the crevices of her mind, that she had completely forgotten about them, and how they came to be like that. 

Her body was heavily, breathing ragged and her limbs limp. 

She turned her head to the side, and faintly she could hear her friends. 

They’re gone they're gone, she cries

Her eyes cast to the sky

She never said goodbye

And now’s her turn to die

Her left wrist began to hurt, and the moment she saw Ace and Deuce within her vision, it began to fade to black. All she could do was reach out to them, but to no avail.

La llorona que pasó

Se te fueron tus hijos

Como va la excavación

Para ti no hay salvación

The last thing Yuu recalled was the sound of her name being called, and the sensation of burning.