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[graci3sb0w]

Think i really want this...

Gracie Abrams x Female Reader risk by gracie abrams

Summary : Gracie has a crush on u, and she's going crazy.

Warnings : wet dream kinda, gracies pov, stupid?

note : this is kind of a parallel to "You came out of the blue like that.."

she didn't know when it started.

Maybe it was the first time you laughed at something dumb she said, like really laughed, head thrown back, eyes crinkling. Or maybe it was when you texted her at 2 AM, just a simple “you up?”, and ended up talking until sunrise about everything and nothing.

Or maybe it was earlier than that—maybe she was doomed from the start.

Because here she is, staring at her phone, your name sitting at the top of her notifications, heart pounding. Like an idiot.

Like a crush.

she bites her lip, willing herself to be normal about this. To not overthink.

But she can’t.

Because it’s you.

And she thinks she might be in trouble.

she tells herself it’s casual. That she's not doing anything out of the ordinary.

But then she's picking her outfit with too much effort, fixing her hair twice, reapplying lip balm even though you’re not even here yet.

And when you finally show up, she swears, she forgets how to act.

"Hey," you say, stepping inside, the smell of your perfume hitting her immediately.

"Hey," she echo, and then—she just stands there.

Because what the hell is she supposed to do with her hands? Why is she so aware of her own breathing?

And why do you have to look so good doing the absolute bare minimum?

You glance at her, head tilted. "You okay?"

No.

"Yeah."

You hum in amusement like you don’t quite believe her, but you let it slide.

Thank God

they end up on her bed, sprawled out, just talking.

And it’s so normal.

Except it isn’t. Not for Gracie.

Because every time you move, every time your fingers absentmindedly trace patterns into her blanket, every time you push your hair out of your face—she notices.

she really notices.

And then you do this thing, where you turn your head to look at her mid-sentence, your lips slightly parted like you’re about to say something, and it’s so—stupidly attractive that she physically has to look away.

Because if she didn't, she might do something reckless.

Like kiss you.

Or confess everything.

Or, worst of all—fuck it all up.

It’s late when you finally leave, and she should be asleep by now.

But she's not.

she's lying in bed, staring at her ceiling, overthinking every moment. Every glance. Every smile.

she tells herself this is stupid. That she doesn't even know if you’d ever feel the same.

That she shouldn’t feel this way.

But she does.

And that scares the shit out of her.

Because she thinks—I think I really want this.

And I think I’d risk drowning for you.

The pen shakes in her hand.

she hates this.

she hates having feelings she shouldn't have, that they’re eating her alive, that no matter how hard she tries to ignore them, they just—stay.

So she does the only think she can do.

you can just talk and ill stare at ur mouth

The words bleed into the page, ink smudging slightly under her fingertips.

she doesnt cross it out.

Because it’s true.

she bites her lip, tapping the pen against her journal as she tries to breathe through the ache in her chest.

I wake up in the middle of the night, with the light on and i feel like i could die..

In my head, you're in the car, and you're comin' to me

And you get to my door, and you can't even speak

But I think that it's sweet, yeah, I think that you're sweet...

if you're the risk i'm gonna take it

she hates

hates that shes writing about you like you’re some love story she can’t stop herself from living. That she feels sick when she doesn't talk to you. That she can’t look at you without her heart betraying her.

That you’re probably clueless.

she drops the pen with a quiet thud and press her forehead to the paper, sighing.

And then—

Her phone rings.

She jumps.

Her heart practically leaps out of her chest, her body jerking so violently that the journal slips off of her lap and onto the floor.

The name on the screen makes her stomach flip.

It’s you.

She swears under my breath, fumbling for her phone, her fingers barely working as she presses answer.

“H-Hey.”

"You okay?" Your voice is soft, a little amused. Like you know.

She swallows. "Yeah, I just—uh—"

What does she say? Sorry, I was just pouring my entire soul onto paper about you?

You laugh, and it’s the sweetest fucking sound.

“Did I scare you?”

Yes. But not in the way you think.

She forces a breath. "No. I was just—"

She glances at the journal on the floor, the pages still open, her feelings spilled out for no one but herself to see.

"Just thinking."

You hum. "Good things, I hope."

She closes her eyes.

You have no idea.

The room is dark, quiet except for the faint hum of the AC. Gracie's limbs are tangled in the sheets, her skin flushed and damp, and her breath—God, her breath is ragged, uneven, like she just ran a marathon in her sleep.

Because of you.

It started slow, hazy, like the warmth of a summer night creeping in through an open window.

You were there—of course, you were. Sitting close, too close, your body pressed against mine in that effortless way that made my breath hitch, that made something coil tight in my stomach.

We were talking. About what? I don’t even know. Your voice was soft, teasing, just a little playful, like you knew what you were doing to me. Like you wanted to push me just far enough that I’d snap.

And then your fingers brushed over my thigh.

It was innocent—at first. A touch so light, so fleeting, it could’ve meant nothing. But it didn’t. It meant everything.

Because then you did it again.

And this time, you didn’t pull away.

I remember looking at you, my heart slamming against my ribs, my breath uneven, and you—God, you just smiled. Like this was a game you’d already won.

Then you leaned in, slow, deliberate, letting me feel your breath against my skin before your lips met mine.

I swear I could taste you. Could feel the way you kissed me—soft at first, like you were savoring it, like you wanted to memorize every second before it turned into something hungrier.

And it did.

Your hands tangled in my hair, fingers tugging just enough to make me gasp against your mouth. My hands were on your waist, your skin warm under my fingertips as I pulled you closer, needing more, more, more.

Somehow, we ended up tangled in the sheets, our bodies pressed together, heat radiating between us. Your lips ghosted over my jaw, my neck, lower—

I shivered.

It felt so real. The way you whispered my name, the way your touch burned into me, the way I melted for you, like I had been waiting for this all my life.

Like I needed you.

And just as you were about to—

She woke up.

Panting. Flushed. Aching.

She sits up, pressing a hand to her chest, her pulse hammering against her ribs. The dream still lingers in her mind, you still linger—your touch, your voice, the way you looked at her like you knew.

Like you wanted her just as badly as she wanted you.

Gracie squeezes her eyes shut, swallowing hard, but it doesn’t help. She could still feel it—your hands, your lips, the way her own name sounded from your mouth, the way you touched her like you were meant to. Like this wasn’t something she had to keep locked away, scribbled in the pages of the damn journal.

She exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through her hair, willing her body to calm the hell down.

But then—her phone buzzes.

She freezes.

Her heart lurches in her chest as she reached for it, hands still slightly shaking. And when she see your name on the screen—

I swear the universe is playing some cruel joke on me.

She hesitates for a second before picking up.

"Hey," she whisper, voice still hoarse, like she had just woke up from a dream she shouldn’t have had.

"Did I wake you?" Your voice is gentle, like you’re worried, and fuck, she hates how easily you get to her.

"No," she lies, running a hand over her face. "You okay?"

There’s a small pause. "I just couldn't sleep."

Neither can Gracie. Not when her body still burns from the dream.

"Want me to stay on the phone with you?"

You let out a small breath. "Yeah. Please."

So she does.

And tries not to think about the fact that just minutes ago, she woke up panting your name.

It was late. That kind of late where the world felt softer, quieter, like the universe had paused just long enough for Gracie to sit in this moment with you. They were on your couch, a movie playing on the screen, but neither of them was really watching. You were half-asleep, your head resting against the cushions, your fingers lazily scrolling through your phone.

And gracie? She was looking at you.

Not in the way friends do. Not in the way she was supposed to.

(pathetic)

Her heart was doing that stupid thing again—beating too fast, too uneven, too obvious. She swallowed hard, forcing her gaze away, trying to focus on anything but the way the dim light cast shadows on your face, the way your lips parted slightly as you yawned, the way she wanted—needed—to reach out and touch you.

She was so, so screwed.

You glanced at her then, eyes half-lidded, a small, sleepy smile pulling at your lips. “You okay?”

exhaling sharply, she nodded. “Yeah.”

lie.

Silence stretched between them, comfortable, but her chest felt tight. It had been building for weeks, maybe months—maybe since the second she met you. And now, sitting here, with the weight of it pressing against her ribs, Gracie felt like she was drowning in everything she couldn’t say.

too soon to tell you i love you

too soon to tell you i love you

too soon to tell you i love you

But she was tired. So damn tired of holding it in.

So she said it. Stupidly. Carelessly.

"I love you."

The words slipped out before Gracie could stop them, quiet, but there. Hanging in the air between them, irreversible.

Your phone stilled in your hands. Your brows knit together, like you weren’t sure you heard het right.

"What?"

She licked my lips, her stomach flipping violently, but she was already in too deep. Her laugh came out shaky, almost breathless. "I mean… it’s too soon, right?" Gracies fingers picked at the hem of her hoodie, her pulse hammering in her own ears. "Too soon to tell you I love you-." She tries covering it up like she was referencing something, letting out a humorless chuckle, but failing miserably.

You didn’t say anything.

Didn’t move. Didn’t blink.

Just stared at her.

And that was somehow worse.

Panic crawled up Gracie's throat. She wanted to backtrack, to laugh it off, to pretend like she hadn’t just ruined everything—but she couldn’t. She meant it. Every word.

Finally, you spoke. Voice barely above a whisper. "Gracie."

She swallowed hard, suddenly regretting every decision she had ever made.

But then—then—you moved.

Shifted closer, your fingers hesitating before reaching for hers, lacing them together. Your grip was warm, steady, grounding.

And when you spoke again, your voice was soft.

"What if it’s not too soon?"

[cyroverr]

if you wonder what an au where noelle join the silver eagle instead of the black bulls but still get influenced by asta to push forward would look like.

WONDER NO MORE!

golden dawn yuno exists. golden dawn yuno is a thing. golden dawn yuno having his talent legacy and hardowrk consumed by some unfit unloving and unsupportive enviromen is a work on the making.

golden dawn yuno who's surrounded by everyone and no one all the same because he's always fighting alone standing alone gritting on his teeth alone till asta cheers him up is real, it's canon, it's the fate silver eagle noelle would've been put through.

[sun-lit-goth]

Ahhh nothing should deter my confidence in my self and intelligence

[tenjito]

the tide is high, but i'm holding on. || miyawaki sakura

pairing: miyawaki sakura x female reader contents: exes to lovers, forced proximity technically, chaewon's so done, y/nkura are eunchae's divorced parents, swearing, jealousy, kissing description: you and sakura broke up right before iz*one officially disbanded. coincidentally, the both of you ended up debuting in the same group again.

it's moments like these where you start to question your entire existence as a whole, because who the fuck decided to put you and your ex-girlfriend in the same group?

okay, sure, no one actually knew that the two of you dated (aside from the other members of iz*one), so it makes sense that hybe didn't know the possible consequences of it all.

you and sakura broke up a week before your iz*one contracts ended. the two of you were having another argument—which had been happening quite frequently for the past few weeks—in the car while you drove to meet the rest of the members for dinner.

"sakura, i don't get why you're so pissed off at me! it's not my fault we barely get to spend time together!" you yelled, eyes on the road as you gripped the steering wheel tightly.

"well then, whose fault is it, y/n? it certainly isn't mine since i'm not the one who has on cancel on you everytime we make any plans together!" your girlfriend shouted from the passengers seat, running her fingers through her hair in fraustration.

"ugh sakura, let it go! i told you already, i've been busy." you stated, feeling like a broken record repeating yourself for the hundredth time. "besides, every time we are together, we just end up fighting like always!" you admitted, and maybe it was a harsh thing to say, but it was true.

but nothing could've prepared you for sakura's next words.

"maybe we should just break up then." her voice was low, almost like a whisper compared to the shouting and yelling from a few seconds ago, and her lip quivered ever so slightly as you stopped at a red light.

your heart sank. you couldn't have possibly heard her correctly... right? that question was soon answered as you turned to face the woman beside you, and the tears in her eyes only meant one thing.

you couldn't say anything. you didn't know what to say. you only stare in disbelief at sakura, who faced the window, avoiding any eye contact with you. before you could utter a response, a beep was heard from the car behind you and the light was green.

your hands were no longer firmly gripping the steering wheel. instead, they were shaking as you drove and you bit down on your lip to try focus your thoughts on the road rather than on sakura's previous words.

"pullover. i'm getting off." she suddenly spoke up.

"what? you can't just—"

"i can do whatever i want, y/n. you're not my girlfriend anymore." sakura's voice noticeably cracked while she said the last sentence, and a sharp, sickly sensation cut through your heart when you heard it.

you pulled over. she got out. no words. no goodbye. no see you later. no nothing. just the sound of the car door slamming and the empty silence that followed.

sad driving was dangerous, but just-broke-up-with-your-girlfriend sad was a lot worse. luckily enough, despite the crying throughout the whole drive, you made it to the restaurant without any accidents.

"where's sakura?" chaeyeon asked after you greeted the group, and your attempts of hiding your swollen eyes and dried up tears from your members earlier were useless, because you ended up crying to them about the whole situation.

in conclusion, that night was full of drinking, crying, comforting and more crying, but no matter how much alcohol you consumed, nothing would change the fact that sakura was gone.

seemingly enough, you learned to forget and move on from the heartbreak (or at least that's what you convinced yourself), and never spoke to sakura ever since that day.

that was until: le sserafim.

this new group was a blessing and a curse for the both of you, but mostly a curse.

it was undoubtedly awkward at the start, and there was evident tension between the two of you.

the rest of the members, apart from chaewon, were completely confused about this. all three of you were in the same group, so why was it that you and sakura seemed to hate each other? eunchae, who was probably the biggest iz*one fan there, was especially confused.

she remembered the two of you being inseparable during iz*one days. 'y/nkura' was probably the biggest ship among fans (she shipped it too), so what the hell happened?

kim chaewon knew the answer to that question since she was the only one who knew about your past relationship, and she also knew that two exes being in the same group as each other was indeed, a very bad idea. especially if it was you and sakura.

but being your leader and longtime friend, chaewon practically forced the both of you to at least try to get along.

turns out, it wasn't that bad.

"y/n, could you pass me a knife?" sakura asks, taking out a few vegetables from the fridge and laying them on the table. you perk up from your seat and switch off your phone.

"not even a 'please'?" you tease, walking over to the cutlery drawer and retrieving a knife. sakura rolls her eyes as you handed her the knife.

"please and thank you," she says before placing a carrot onto the chopping board.

you took this as an opportunity to steal a piece of meat that she'd been cooking from the sizzling pan. sakura was basically the chef of the house, always cooking for the other members. you'll never admit it, but her cooking was your absolute favourite.

"y/n!" sakura shouts, grabbing your arm before you could reach the food. she gives you a stern look and you let out a groan.

"but i'm hungryyy," you drag, dramatically pouting at the older. she lets go off your arm and smiles.

your heart flutters and your face heats up. i forgot how pretty her smile was...

"just wait, i'm almost done." sakura says, but you don't move. you just watch.

you watch the way strands of her hair fall past her face, and the way she gently tucks them back behind her ear afterwards. you watch her glued eyes that are so focused on what she's doing, and you find it adorable.

wait. no you don't. you can't. she's your ex, you idiot—

"i can feel you staring at me." sakura speaks, snapping you out of your trance.

your ears burn in embarrassment. "uh," quick, make up an excuse! "it's 'cause you're cutting it wrong, dummy. i'll show you how it's done."

you let out a breath before taking the knife from sakura and moving closer. the older just waits in anticipation, arms folded with a rather judging look.

despite the incredibly cocky expression on your face, you've never actually used a kitchen knife before, let alone cooked anything in your life. maybe this isn't the best idea, you think, and you hesitantly turn to face sakura.

"go on,"

the chastising tone in her voice irks you. just cut the damn carrot, y/n. and so you did. the knife is sharp and it goes through the carrot a lot smoother than you had initially expected.

"you're cutting it the same way. what's the difference?" sakura says wearily, and she's so close to your ear that you almost jump.

"sh-shut up, just wait!" you complain, more nervous about the fact that your ex was inches away from your face and sakura holds her hands up in defence.

"okay, okay..!"

you're a lot less confident now. you feel sakura's breaths on your nape as she's peering over your shoulder, and you don't what or how it happens, but the knife slips in your hands and you feel a sharp sting on your finger.

"shit—" you hiss, abruptly dropping the knife on the chopping board.

out of pure impulse, sakura instinctively takes a tissue from the kitchen table and grabs your hand, carefully wiping the blood off your finger. she opens the supply drawer next to you and takes out a small bandaid before wrapping it around the cut. you wince at the action, but sakura tells you to stay still and you do.

once the bandaid is on and sakura lets go off your hand, the both of you realize what the the actual fuck just happened. sakura's eyes leave yours first and she clears her throat.

"are you, uhm...are you okay?" she asks awkwardly, and you quietly nod.

neither of you even dare to face the other. it stays silent, the tension in the room threatening to crush you with its unbearable weight. the silence is thankfully broken by the sound of the door opening.

"unnie! is the food ready yet?" eunchae asks, walking into the room. sakura informs her just two more minutes and she's done. you go back to your seat, and you and sakura don't talk to each other for the rest of the day.

it's been a week since the incident, and you and your ex have been ignoring each other as much as possible. the only times you would interact was when you were forced to during practices or livestreams. of course, the first person to notice the avoidance is your leader, and she was very annoyed to say the least.

"i thought you two promised you were going to get along? you were fine last week, what happened?" chaewon is sat across from you and sakura, looking like she was about to murder the both of you.

you huff, rolling your eyes. chaewon sighs and turns her head to face sakura, knowing that you weren't willing to answer the question she had just asked.

"chae, it's hard, okay? we didn't really...end on the best terms, so it's too weird to just start speaking normally to each other as if nothing happened." the japanese woman says, grimacing at the memory of the break up.

does she regret it? yeah. every waking moment she regrets it. does she still have feelings for you? maybe. she isn't entirely sure anymore. can she undo what happened between you and her? unfortunately, no. she wants to, but she can't, and it's all her fault.

"i know, i understand that but," chaewon pinches the bridge of her nose and squints hard before continuing. "we're a team now. both of you have to stop hating each other so much, even if you're exes. you need to do it for the rest of the group, and for the fans."

you hate to admit it but your leader was right. the other girls and the fans don't know about you and sakura's past, so you have to suck it up and pretend like nothing happened, like you aren't still heartbroken.

you have to pretend like you were never in love with miyawaki sakura.

the words "i love you" were never actually exchanged by you or sakura during your relationship. it was felt, but never said. and honestly, you were quite grateful for that fact. otherwise, the break up would've hurt more than it already did. you knew that well.

"okay," you say hesitantly, looking at your leader and then to the eldest. "we'll...try."

and for the next few weeks, try you did.

it was going well so far. you and sakura eventually moved passed the awkward exes stage and into the friendly exes stage, a major improvement from the month before. the only thing you had to do now was keep it up.

your group was currently promoting your latest comeback 'antifragile'. after performing the song for music bank, your group was getting ready to leave. yunjin had to go to the restroom, so the rest of you just waited in the hall until she came back.

"y/n?" a voice calls, and you immediately turn to see who it is.

"miyeon, hey!" you say enthusiastically. the (g)i-dle member pulled you into a tight embrace and you smiled as you pulled away. "it's been so long!"

"i know! i've missed you so much,"

miyeon had been a close friend of yours ever since she was a trainee and you were in produce 48. the two of you have always stayed in contact but rarely got to meet up outside of work, so the both of you took this as an opportunity to catch up.

you were too occupied with miyeon to notice yunjin come back from the restroom, and you most definitely didn't notice the glares sakura was sending your friend as you spoke to her.

"y/n, we have to go." chaewon then speaks up, tapping you on the shoulder. you nod and say goodbye to miyeon, noticing her group calling for her too. your group made their way out, and the girls started chatting.

"i'm so tired. i just wanna go to bed," eunchae says, and kazuha nods in agreement.

yunjin gasps, "you're tired? i'm so hungry i can't even think about sleep." she admits, and they laugh.

"i agree," you say, then turn to the eldest who had been oddly quiet the whole time. "i say chef sakura should cook us her special ramen." you chaffed, but the older didn't seem too pleased.

"why should i make it? you can cook it yourself if you're so hungry." the tone in sakura's voice was aggressive, and everyone could tell something was upsetting her.

well, everyone except you, because it doesn't surprise you whenever your ex acts like this towards you.

"because it's always better when you make it."

sakura can't hide the light blush that settles on her cheeks and trickles down her neck at your words. god why was she feeling like this? she ignores the way her heartbeat was now ten times faster than before and rolls her eyes.

"it'll taste the same if you make it." she says, entering the car before you could give a response.

"what's up with her?" you mutter under your breath as you follow the others into the vehicle.

you couldn't help but notice that the car ride home was weirder than it should've been. eunchae and kazuha had fallen fast asleep at the back of the car, so obviously it was a lot quieter than usual. but there was something else.

someone else.

everyone had gone to bed by now, but as always, you were still awake. you had left you and kazuha's shared room to make some tea since sleeping wasn't something you were planning on doing anytime soon.

you lean against the kitchen counter, mindlessly staring at the kettle boiling the water, waiting patiently for its whistle to calm.

"you're still up? it's late." a voice interrupts your empty thoughts, and you look up to see who had just spoken, a little startled since you had assumed no one else was awake at this time.

"sakura." you watch as the japanese woman walks over to stand next to you, rubbing her eyes slightly, noticeably tired from the exhausting day. "why aren't you sleeping?"

there's a brief silence before she speaks up, and when she does, her voice is barely above a whisper.

"i'm sorry."

you stare at sakura, confused. "what?"

she sighs, "i-..i'm sorry about today. i shouldn't have been such an asshole to you, i was just—" she pauses, and you can tell straight away that there's something on her mind.

"what's wrong, kkura-chan?"

sakura's breath hitches, and her heart is telling her several things she can't ignore.

kkura-chan.

she hasn't heard you call her that in forever. it was her favourite nickname you'd call her when the two of you were dating, and fuck did she miss the sound of it. she had always felt comforted and safe whenever you used to use it, so maybe that's why she was able to tell you the truth. the full truth.

"i was jealous," she starts, head down as she anxiously tensed her shoulders. "i was jealous of miyeon when the two of you were talking earlier and i felt...angry. not at you, or miyeon, but at myself. and i know, i know, i have no right to feel jealous of it because you're not mine anymore and you've moved on, so i should too but i can't because it fucking hurts—"

"kkura."

"—and i'm saying this now because i don't know how much longer i can go without telling you that i still have feelings for you, and i regret ever breaking up with you every day of my—"

"sakura!" your shout stops her from continuing her rant, and she only looks up at you with an apologetic expression. she doesn't dare say anything more, and just waits for you to yell at her, or tell her that she's a shit person, or ask her to leave.

but no. instead, she's met with something nothing could've prepared her for.

your lips were on hers.

you kissed her, and she immediately kissed back. you were the first to pull away, though the kiss was only short, and sakura could only wonder one thing. why? and as if you could read her mind, you told her exactly why.

"i love you, kkura. and honestly?..i don't think i ever stopped. i was never able to move on from you, even if i knew i had to...i just couldn't. no matter what i did to try and forget, i couldn't help but miss every part of you. i missed your voice, i missed your smile, i missed the way you laughed and the way you made me laugh. i just missed you. and when you left, i knew i wouldn't be the same, because i'm nothing without you, sakura."

she's staring at you in absolute shock, and you're staring back with a hinge of fear, but there's something so soothing about the soft smile that ever so slowly forms on her face.

"i love you too, y/n. i always have."

and then, this time, it's sakura who closes the distance.

neither of you waste any time, really. sakura's hands make their way to your hair and yours are on her hips.

sakura seems more sure of herself in the harsh light of the kitchen than she's ever been, her hands firm, and seeming to know exactly what she wants.

she presses forward, pushing you back into the counter as your lips move together, hands smoothing over the fabric of your shirt, down down, and then under, and then up, and when you feel sakura's long fingers stroking the skin right under your ribs, you hum against her mouth.

there is a lot happening all at once, hands and mouths and bodies, and sakura bites gently against your lower lip like she knows what she’s doing, and that's because she does. she always does.

you breathe in all of her, and her scent is one you've grown to miss. sakura sighs against you, fingers scratching at the base of your neck while your hand slides up to slip into her shirt from below, tracing over her warm skin.

sakura makes a sound, a small, ragged sound, and you can hear it so clearly in the silence of the empty room. her teeth bite down a little more harshly when you grab firmly and you make a small, ragged sound of your own.

you slide your leg between sakura's, pull her even closer, drink in her surprised noise with a grin before carefully, carefully, coaxing sakura's mouth open.

she tastes like the strawberry lip balm she used to always use so long ago, and you can't help but smile against her lips, because it’s sakura, your sakura, whom you realise hasn't changed at all.

and then she whines, just when you thought that small, ragged sound was the best sound you'd ever hear, and it’s almost involuntary, the way you drag sakura's hips closer. her hands press more firmly against your ribs, slip forward to press against the indents of your abs, slip down, fingers dipping under the waistband of your jeans.

the door opens and there's a very obvious echo of someone clearing their throat as you and sakura rush to pull apart.

"this is not what i meant when i said 'try to get along',"

sakura shyly buries her head into the crook of your neck to hide her flushed face as she holds in a laugh.

"are you mad?" you ask chaewon.

your leader shakes her head. "no. quite relieved, actually." but her face doesn't change from the scolding look she wore initially. "but that doesn't mean i'm letting you two continue your make out session. i need sleep, and i'd rather not hear any more sounds coming from either of you. goodnight."

chaewon leaves, and you and sakura burst out into laughter.

"i missed you, kkura-chan."

she smiles.

"i missed you too, y/nnie."

[uniquecellest]

Charles *hands behind his back being held by Erik*: Erik, what the actual fuck are you doing here? Let go of me

Erik: No! I'm taking you back to the mansion

Charles *struggles*: Get off!

Erik *releases Charles*: That fucker put something in your drink

Charles: You don't think I can't tell when someone spikes my fucking drink? I do this all the time!

Erik *baffled*: You just let people drug you all the time?!

Charles: You think I ask for it? I don't ask for any of this shit! I didn't ask to be this way! I didn't ask for Moira to save me. I didn't ask for you to save me. I can handle myself.

Erik: Really? Because I just saw someone self-destructing.

Erik *realizing something*: I don't know, you might need a mutant to talk to

Charles *laughs*: OH. So now you're gonna act like you give a shit about me. You think after how you treated me, I'm going to open up to you? Please. *starts to leave*

Erik: Maybe I'd treat you better if you were real and not some bullshit version of yourself always pushing my boundaries!

Erik: Let me tell you: no one in that mansion cares who you are! How famous, how hot. So you might as well just cut the act.

Charles *fraustrated*: It's not an act! It's who I need to be; and this? This is my escape where I can forget about it all, eh-h-how much I hate. . . everything. A place where I can get high and not think about how much it hurts!

Charles: And maybe if I can ruin myself enough in the process, if I end up broken. . . I won't be his favorite toy anymore. And maybe he'll let me go.

[yayasvalveplay]

SG! Optimus absolutely valve domming Tfa and Tfp Megatron.Both of their transfluids are continuing on to get fully absorbed by that tight valve and they’re flabbergasted of thinking that they can still dominate the evil version of Optimus in berth.

Bonus:SG Megs is tied up watching the whole mess going down and he is trying to hide his sexual fraustration and jealousy.

Also consider TFP and TFA Optimus sucking SG Megatron off. Maybe even fingering eachother?

[mcytblr-confessions]

I'm fraustrated with SolidarityGaming. I feel like he's crossed the line for cloat several times.

Fwhip has talked about getting into lawsuits because of people stealing his builds. Jimmy posted a video about stealing his friends' builds, including Fwhip's, which felt so tone deaf.

Skiz and Tango's would play PlatedUp!, just the two of them. Impulse even talked about not joining them because it was a special thing for them to do together. Solidarity is suddenly being a part of it. It felt so intrusive.

Sssniperwolf got canceled for reacting stealing other people's content. XQC got his youtube channel banned. While Solidarity's channel isn't entirely stolen content like their's, he still does the same non-transformative content.

Philza had been vocal about not reating to fan-animations to not steal views. Solidarity straight up reposted Hermitcraft fan songs and animations with his face in the corner. He's not even a part of Hermitcraft. Particularly, during the Hermitcraft/Empires crossover, he found and listened to Docm77's perimeter anthem and posted a short of the entire song. Prior to this, it could only be found in Docm77's 90 min video and on JONO's channel.

.

[ephemeraloverxoxo]

𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐒: 𝐋𝐎𝐊𝐈 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑: 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄

by ephemeralloverxoxo

masterlist

note: please do not use my work in any way, including sharing to other sites. always ask.

2012

"Come on Y/N! you can do better than that." Maria Hill's teasing voice rang through one of SHIELD's gyms, but you barely registered it. You threw a half-hearted punch at the heavy bag, the impact weak and unconvincing. The bag barely swayed.

Maria giggled. "Pathetic."

You groaned, rolling your eyes. "I'm just not feeling it today."

You'd been Phil's apprentice for four years now, following in his footsteps to become a SHIELD agent. You didn't want to spend your life working for an organisation, but since you technically didn't exist, it was better than being alone. You couldn't remember anything before SHIELD and strangely, that no longer bothered you.

You hated physical work but it was a SHIELD requirement, and you had a feeling you needed to prove your belonging to Director Fury, who'd barely acknowledged your existence. Phil swore it wasn't personal—that's just Fury—but you couldn't help but want his approval.

Maria sighed dramatically as she helped you unwrap your hands, "as you wish" she winked.

You smirked. Maria and Phil were Fury's best agents, and at first, you'd felt like a burden—some lost cause they were forced to babysit. But over time, the three of you had become close, like family. Maria felt like a sister, she was the one who helped you settle into your tiny downtown New York apartment- barely five minutes away from headquarters.

Phil was away a lot, helping Fury with some new initiative called the Avengers, but he visited when he could. One time, Phil attempted to convince you that he'd met an alien God who could wield thunder and you teased him relentlessly for the absurdity. They were the ones who made you feel like you belonged.

"Lunch?" you asked, eyes glistening at the promise of a grilled cheese.

"You and those damn grilled chesses." she nodded in agreement and the pair of you headed towards the cafe where your unlikely trio frequented.

Stepping out into the fresh air, you inhaled deeply, the city buzzing around you. It was one of the few things you loved about being free—the outside. You'd barely made five steps when Maria's pager bleeped. She glanced down at it, muttering a curse in fraustration. She looked up at you with apologetic eyes, "I get it. Fury awaits." you smiled in return. The ever-busy life of a SHIELD agent.

You watched her jog back toward the building, her silhouette disappearing into the mass of steel and glass. With a sigh, you turned on your heel and headed home.

— — —

After a few hours of pouring over case files, piecing together old missions and revisiting past assignments, exhaustion settled deep in your bones. The words on the pages blurred together, your mind heavy with the weight of classified information.

With a sigh, you closed the last file and leaned back in your chair, rubbing your eyes. It was late—too late. Even Maria, as relentless as she was, would have told you to get some rest. Still, you glanced at your phone. No messages. No missed calls. You figured she'd been called onto a job, something urgent. She was Fury's right hand, after all. You'd stopped counting the days that you hadn't heard from Phil or Maria, then finding out they'd been on the other side of the globe.

She was tough. Fast. Sharper than anyone you'd ever met. Maria Hill didn't just survive—she thrived, you had no doubt she was fine. Letting that thought settle, you crawled into bed, the city hummed faintly outside, but it was a distant lullaby, easily drowned out by the weight of sleep pulling you under.

Sleep took you.

— — —

*buzz*

You were awoken by your phone ringing, the screen blearing in your eyes. You'd almost switched it off, but once you read the name of the caller you were filled with excitement.

Phil.

Adrenaline wiped away the last traces of sleep. You barely gave him a chance to speak before launching into a breathless tirade.

"Phil! Where are you? It better be somewhere far away because a time difference is the only excuse for waking me up at—" You glanced at the clock, wincing. "—this ungodly hour."

Your words tumbled out, fuelled by the sheer joy of hearing from him. He'd been gone for weeks, wrapped up in some top-tier SHIELD business that apparently didn't require your involvement.

Until now.

"Y/N listen. We need you on a case." The shift in his tone was instant. No warmth, no teasing, not even Phil, you were speaking to Agent Coulson.

The words barely registered. You blinked, still caught between sleep and disbelief. "What?" you breathed, matching his serious tone. A case? You weren't ready for that. The progress you'd made at SHIELD was slow at best, today was a good example of that.

"I'm just leaving Stark Tower, I'll be with you in about 20 minutes. Pack a go-bag, I'll brief you on the way" He wasn't joking.

"Wait, Stark Tower? As in Tony Stark? Billionaire, genius, playboy, philanthropist—that Stark?"

"There's no time, little one." His voice softened for just a second before settling back into its usual clipped professionalism. "Congratulations. You've officially graduated."

Your heart stilled. "I'm an agent, not an apprentice?" The words were barely above a whisper.

"You're an Avenger."

Then the line went dead.

An avenger?

You were barely confident enough to think of yourself as a junior agent, let alone an Avenger. From what Phil had told you in passing, the Avengers Initiative was "a group of of remarkable people to see if they could fight the battles we never could."

You didn't even know who was considered, only Natasha Romanoff who you'd passed once outside a conference room and she looked fierce. You weren't fierce. You weren't remarkable. You couldn't even remember anything before four years ago.

You certainly weren't an Avenger.

[questionnete]

Man I need to express my fraustrations about this cause this is the first time I’ve experienced this. I don’t hate ships or who you guys think who tops or bottoms, I go my own lane and I mute ppl instead of commenting smth that doesn’t relate to the ship but MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS I’ve never seen people who ships the same characters but hate which dynamic(tops or bottoms) they are. What’s even worse is that it’s understandable to not like that other dynamic cause when I see and read them it made me question if we are looking at the same people most of the time😭😭

Like AB is more popular yes but the way they make character A a emo playboy aggressive dominant abuser top and the B an innocent submissive weak fragile twink bottom is killing me. I’m ok with a little ooc but that’s too ooc to ME cause you made them a stereotype instead of their complex characterization that we or me liked about. No he’s not a twink and weak he’s actually strong and the other isn’t a character who flirts and cages them, both are the same body types except he’s just a little bit taller. I prefer BA because it shows more A’s more vulnerable side and B’s strength and not so innocent side but still near the og characterization of them. If we would be fr my boi B wouldn’t even date anyone(asexual vibes) and just chill with his cat.

Just like what a lesbian said I saw on yt shorts, she might be masculine but she’s the bottom in this relationship. Sometimes ppl forget that being a top doesn’t equal to dominant and masculine and a bottom submissive and feminine, ya’ll forgot service tops, power bottoms, and switches exists smh ya’ll don’t know the flavors and potential of the BA ship but to each their own and if you respect mine, I respect yours.

[x4ver1a]

mostly self inserting but omg jill valentine is lowkey a tease, i can smell it, like shes so mother. Im someone thats bratty and can be quite bossy or make sassy remarks often and omg jill wouldnt immediately punish you but she would make you EAT THOSE WORDS UPPPP, i need to be treated like that i swear, she prolly says things like:

"aww not so tough now are we?" as she fucks you with her strap at a slow and taunting pace making you whine for more as you try to grind your hips for more friction against the one specific spot and makes u melt completely. "someones getting needy huh? you want more princess? i know you want it so bad ~ but you've been quite a brat dont you think? brats dont deserve to cum until mommy says so" and she would hold you still and fuck you at her own pace and you whine, whimper and squeak at her begging her to let you cum, maybe even crying in fraustration, she would probably chuckle at you making you regret your behaviour from earlier

god i need to stop shes just too hot to resist

[blackyuna]

I had this idea when Hakka mentioned that Gakupo is his dad in the recent archived karaoke with his sempais; Kanade Izuru, Utsugi Uyu & Minase Rio. Hakka sung Vanilla by Gackt. Gackt provided the voice bank for Gakupo. Hakka likes a lot of JRock bands/artist including Gackt. Hakka called Gackt his dad first but changed it to Gakupo since he kinda looked like Gakupo more. Does that mean Gackt is his grand dad?

I was trying to finish this last night. I keep reading to avoid doing line art when is comes to digital art, so I tried. I was getting fraustrated so I stopped here, thinking that I'm done though its not. Turns out that the reason why I was feeling fraustrated last night is that I have a fever. When I'm better I'll try to see if I can actually finish this.

karaoke stream: 【OFF COLLAB KARAOKE】 IT'S TIME TO 歌 ! ! ! w/ ‪KanadeIzuru‬ , MinaseRio‬ & ‪UtsugiUyu‬ ! ! 【ARCHIVED】 link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zOZe2NlWLhg

[whatitsemerald]

#we all stan angry peeper why am i falling in love with this fraustrated boi + Im late + he be angry all the time , dawg im in love with this fraustrated optic freak nerd

Angry Peepers for anon

[ao3wincest]

Let's find out.

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/2jNpr0U by Jhandelain "Giving up already my sammy?" Dean whispered in his ear as sam lays his head on dean's shoulder, his about to give up where the point he might have a mental breakdown infront of a demon and just plead, he was still in top of him, the blood that splattered in his face and dean's were already dryed out, he didnt know how many hours they were there. "Give my fucking brother back, please." Sam pleaded softly but a hint of fraustration in it, squeezing dean's neck more harder but that doesnt stop the demon to stay alive.  Words: 2406, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: M/M Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel mentioned (Supernatural), Demon Dean Winchester - Character Relationships: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester Additional Tags: Blood and Gore, Hurt No Comfort, Demon Dean Winchester Being an Asshole, Demon Dean Winchester/Human Sam Winchester, Demon Dean hurting Sammy, Major character death - Freeform, Mild Language, Mentioned Castiel (Supernatural), Blood and Violence, Demon Dean tricking Sam, Hurt Sam Winchester, Demon Dean loves sam, Sam hates demon dean read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/2jNpr0U

[wutlaikalikes]

Wordle 1,181 2/6

⬛⬛⬛⬛🟨 other 🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩 brass 😅

i knew the answer. i happen to be around my mom when she was playing Wordle. she was getting fraustrated. she was at the last line and couidn't figure out the answer. most of the letters have been used and all the words she entered didn't have double letters. it just made sense. so... yea... i should have also just put the answer lol.

[masons-tours]

No Mason content is fraustrating iwl 🥲🥲

I know I Know.

I try to find stuff for you guys but it’s getting harder.

[aryanishere]

Strings,

Silently sitting,

Covered in dust,

until just,

a minute ago.

Now singing,

as your life giving fingers caress their faces.

Starving, thin slices of steel,

Impatiently waiting in six lines,

To be struck by your touch.

To be fed.

One solid stare,

a smile,

on my face,

And some jealousy in the back of it.

Sharing the touch of your fingers?

Not an easy task.

Waves,

Of fresh music,

Covering the shore,

of today's repulsive discomfort.

Washing down the,

Fright the,

Fear the,

Fraustration the,

Fierce feeling of not belonging in my own bones.

A brief gap in between.

As you sit there resting your hands,

I look down,

My feet are now an inch deeper,

In the sand of your soul.

An inch deeper,

In love.

Eyes closed,

Deep breath,

There comes the next wave.