#he messaged me about two different things yesterday

[okawawebster]

There was a boy I knew who met this girl at school, they both were adorable together they were so nervous to talk to each other but I was friends with both of them. But we hadn't all hung out together before until I asked them if they wanted to go hang out on this roof that had easy access from the alley behind the building, we met at the building and they were standing there together not talking and like twiddling they're hands together. It was the sweetest thing I had ever seen these two were just a year older than me but I was the same height as them so it didn't make much a difference. But we finally started heading up the ladder and got to the roof and we sat there and watched cars drive by and smoked cigarettes, we listened to music and just talked and they finally got to know each other and before i even knew it they were texting and talking and calling each other. I was a little sensitive bastard in school so when my friend told me him and her were talking about starting a relationship I damn near teared up cause they were cute together, and two days later they were dating and it was like a fairytale watching them talk and geek about little things one another did. Seeing them smile and look at each other the way they did made me smile, then two months into they're relationship Emma told us that she was gonna move and that next day she was taken out of school to pack and move. Me and Daniel were just a duo now Emma and Daniel talked every day on the phone he would smile when he told me about they're phone calls and nick names she would give him. Then one day Emma didn't think she could handle a long distance relationship so she asked to take a break, and Daniel never smiled after that a week later Daniel shot himself in the head alone in his room listening to clay pigeons on repeat and reading his and Emma's messages, his mom told me he always talked about me and said nice things and I hadn't met his mom at the time and that being our first interaction she told me "im sorry this has to be our first conversation but Daniel committed suicide yesterday" 4 days later, Emma sent me a message asking me to tell Daniel to reply to her messages I told her "i thought his mom would have told you" she asked me what and I told her "Daniel killed himself" I got left on read and I messaged her for nearly 30 minutes trying to comfort her, the next day her mom posted to Facebook that her daughter had succumb to mental health issues, that's love I guess

[nerdie-faerie]

The problem with both my parents coming from families with predominantly sisters, is that I grew up being told that adult brothers don't talk to their sisters and won't give them the time of day. Not the most encouraging message given I have 6 brothers. So I do get unreasonably please when my 20 year old brother decides 'you know what, I'm gonna tell my big sister about this' like really 🥹

[cherubkissesx]

entwined

this a part two to this !!

pairing: spencer reid x bau! f reader

content: fluff! sick reader, domestic spencer!!, secret relationship

summary: reader returns back to work after being sick, however she returns to everyone relenting teasing her and spencer!!

you awake with the sun shining directly into your eyes which you would usually hate but seeing as it was officially spring you were more than happy with that. you feel something gripping your waist and you finally turn your head to the side to see a sleeping spencer sprawled across your bed while you were shoved into a tiny corner.

you smile at the memory from the night before when he woke you up because he was worried and needed to come over and see you. you scan your eyes all over his perfect face you reach out and trace his sculpted cheekbones with your finger. “not fair” you faintly whisper. “i’ve been awake this whole time” spencer smirks. “idiot” you smile and slap him lightly on the arm.

spencer moves and suddenly sweeps you up into his arms and pulls you tight against him. you instantly soften in his arms feeling the safest you’ve ever been in your life.

“we should really get up” you finally say. “5 more minutes” spencer whines into the crook of your neck. “we’ve been here all night” you laugh while you sit up. “you’re going into work today?” spencer asks getting up with you and instantly makes your bed for you.

“i’m already feeling ten times better. turns out all i needed was some sleep and cuddles” you smile sweetly at him to which he comes to your side and places a tender kiss on your lips.

you finally pick up your phone to check the time to which you only had an hour before you were due in work, however a certain notification catches your eye. “what’s this?” you say out loud. you click on the text message from penelope which was sent an hour ago. the text message was a photo of you and spencer asleep together.

you instantly gasp and begin to panic. “what is it?” spencer says instantly becoming alarmed at the sudden change in you. you turn your phone around to him but instead of spencer being panicked he laughed.

“this isn’t funny!” you say in a panic while flitting around your room hurriedly shoving clothes on. “they know about us now!” you say.

“maybe that isn’t such a bad thing?” spencer says taking your hands in his. “hotch would kill us if he found out” you say. “and then we’d be put on different units! oh god!” you said nervously pacing as all the possible scenarios race through your mind.

“come on it’s hotch! he’s been our boss for years he won’t care” spencer says. “you can’t help the people you love.” spencer confesses and you stop immediately. “you love me?” you say as your clutch your hand over your heart. “of course i do” spencer says planting a kiss to your forehead.

“i love you too nerd” you said shyly.

—-

“let’s walk in separately” you say. “okay but it’s not going to make a difference if penelope and derek already know” spencer shakes his head.

spencer enters first and you enter a little behind him and everyone in the room stares at you two. you tuck your hair behind your ear and plant your stuff down at your desk.

“can i help you?” you say to no one in particular. “no no” jj says sarcastically. “okay…” you trail off and sit down.

“spencer you’re wearing the exact same outfit as yesterday man!” emily says to which spencer’s cheeks instantly flush red and you snicker.

“i do have a washing machine emily!” spencer says. “right” emily says.

“are you feeling better?” jj asks. “yes i feel a lot better thank you for asking.” you smile. “i bet you do” emily smirks and you narrow your eyes at her.

“okay come on out with it, how could you hide this! i get hotch but us??!!” emily says in disbelief to which you finally gave in. “you ran your mouth!” you say accusingly to derek. “hey! it wasn’t me it was penelope but anyways answer emily’s question!” derek says.

“we were going to tell you eventually!” you say in a weak defence for you and spencer.

“how long have you both been in a relationship?” jj asks. you and spencer both look at eachother. “around about 5 months ish” you both say guilty. “5 months?!” emily says in shock. “we were just figuring stuff out!” you say.

“by the way, we all saw the picture.” jj laughs right as penelope enters the room which you shoot her a death stare to which she walks right back out of the room with both hands held up in the hair.

“even hotch?!” you panic. “even me.” hotch says coming out of his office with the ghost of a smirk on his lips.

[heartyluv]

Plz give the girls a full fwb!caleb fic ur little ficlet was so good like it had my cootamunk QUIVERING ‼️

Note: I just want you to know that cootamunk has had me in tears since yesterday. Literally couldn’t stop laughing and now I can’t stop saying it. You’re a hilarious genius and I luv you. This is for you, babe. Enjoy!

Creds to @/anitalenia and @/strangergraphics for the dividers!

Rating: Explicit - !!Minors DO NOT Interact!!

Warning: Smut, Caleb is a little controlling and rough.

Word Count: 2,251

Summary: Caleb finds out that you’re trying to go on a date and shuts that shit down.

Jealous&FriendsWithBenefits!Caleb/Reader

Hey. You up?

The notification that appears at the top of your phone screen stops your doom scrolling. You smile just a little to see that familiar message with the name accompanying it. You look at the time, not surprised that it’s almost two in the morning. You never go to bed at the time you intend to, unintentionally looking and reading through a whole bunch of things from your roulette of consistently used apps.

You open your messages, twiddling your thumbs before you get ready to answer. Tonight could go one of two ways: You’re either about to be put to bed with sex or you’re about be up for another hour or two watching something you’ve already seen before until you and Caleb pass out on the couch.

When Caleb proposed being your first after you shared your fears of giving yourself to someone who didn’t deserve it, you thought he was joking. But when he looked at you with those serious eyes you’ve grown to be able to identify so well, you knew that you were about to tread into some dangerous territory. But you let it happen, and you were convinced that if you ever had sex again, it wouldn’t be what Caleb showed you, what he did to you.

You’ll never forget his gentleness, his praise and respect. The way he put you and your needs above his own. Your thighs always press together just thinking about how you watched him slide on a condom and look into your eyes before he began to slip inside. You worried about pain, but Caleb had prepared you so well, gotten you so wet, that it was nothing but blissful pleasure.

“You’re doing so good for me. I got you, pretty.”

“It’s okay, hold onto me. I’ll make sure it feels good.”

“If you need me to stop, don’t hesitate to tell me. This is about you.”

You were addicted. And you were scared that your newfound desire for consistent sex was because it was Caleb who made you feel so good. You tried convincing yourself that you just wanted to feel that full and taken care of again, but you knew better.

No other man would do what he did—would feel like he did. So when you vented to Caleb about how much you enjoyed yourself, you played it off and said that it was going to be scary showing yourself like this again to a stranger. But, then he said what you would’ve never had the guts to.

“We can still have sex if you want. I mean, neither of us are dating or anything. Friends with benefits, you know? It doesn’t hurt to just feel good and we trust each other enough.”

You didn’t hesitate to accept and it’s been history ever since. He comes over all the time and you still operate like friends, but when he’s hard and you’re wet, you two fuck like a couple madly in love.

He always comes over at some point when he has a break or you go to his place. If he’s up for it—he always is—he’ll make the drive to your apartment when it’s past midnight because he tends to get off work late. Tonight is no different. Finally, you start to write your reply.

Hey. Yeah, everything okay?

Yeah. I’m outside. Open up?

Your eyebrows raise in shock. He’s outside already? That’s a first.

Your oversized shirts falls mid thigh when you stand and you walk to your front door, not needing any light to see since the moon is so bright that it casts a gentle light into your open floored space. When you open the door, Caleb looks at you with a tight smile.

“You sure you’re okay? You texted me like you weren’t here, yet you were standing outside this whole time,” you chuckle. But Caleb doesn’t laugh, he just holds that expression that you can’t read.

He steps inside when you move over and you shut the door behind him, locking it while looking at him take off his sweater.

“Caleb—” you start, but he’s cupping the side of your face and kissing you with so much intensity. You accept it, melting into his hold as your hands snake into his hair, pressing your body close to his as your tongue licks at his mouth.

It must be one of those nights where we talk after, you think. He’s done this before and so have you, where you’re so overwhelmed with something that you need to release physically before you can do it verbally.

He’s eager in his urge to pull your clothes off, tickling your skin with his fingertips as he grabs the hem of your shirt to lift it over your head. You’re just as grabby, pulling his shirt off and tugging at his pants to get them down. You kiss your way to the couch and he falls backwards when you gently push him.

You can see him, but just barely. You don’t feel like cutting a light on, so the moon illuminating through your windows will have to do. You slide your panties off and your pussy squeezes around nothing when you hear how ragged his breathing is and the wet noises that you know is him stroking his cock.

You crawl onto his lap, bracing your knees on both sides of him as you raise your hips. You put one hand on his shoulder and use the other to grip his length to put him where you both need.

“Caleb…Oh my god…” you whine as your body takes him inside, making you two become one.

You feel him twitch inside your walls as you start to move just a little bit, rubbing your breast against your palm as you hold onto him.

“I’m in love with you,” he finally speaks for the first time since his arrival and you nearly freeze, but he doesn’t let you. He keeps your hips moving, keeps thrusting into you from beneath as you choke on your breath from his words and actions.

“The thought of you letting anyone but me get the privilege to see you like this makes me fucking nauseous.” He kisses your shoulder as he moves snugly within your warm cunt, and all you can do is listen to him because he’s not giving you a second to speak.

“Could you deal with me killing a man for you? Because if you ever let him experience this, I wouldn’t hesitate. Tell me what you need from me and I’ll become that and more to fulfill your every desire.”

You whimper as he grabs your ass tightly, keeping you moving so that you take him ass deep as you can.

“Caleb, what are you—What happened?” you say breathlessly, confused and thrown off by his confession. Every time you try to stop moving, he won’t allow it.

Caleb doesn’t want you to stop because if you stop feeling how good he makes you feel, you’ll try and find a way to bullshit him.

“You think I’m going to let you leave me?” he groans when you squeeze him. “I know about your little date. Remember what you told me when we started this?”

You never told him anything, but you’re not surprised that he was able to find this out. Caleb always finds his ways and you’ve never understood how. The date was harmless, setup by a coworker of yours after she told you the guy liked you and he didn’t seem bad, so you figured—why not? Well now, you know you made a terrible mistake.

You do remember what you said, and it replays in your mind like a voice recording.

“If either of us start dating or anything, we have to cut this off. There won’t be anymore sex, but we could still be friends. But if someone can’t deal with that, it’s healthy for us to just cut ties entirely.”

“Yeah, you remember,” he licks your neck. “I never agreed, I just let you try and ignore your feelings because you said you weren’t ready for a relationship. But now?” he abruptly stands with him seated inside of you to the brim.

“It looks like I have to make the right decision for both of us.”

He walks through your dark apartment into your room with your small lamp on. You turned it on before you got up to answer the door and you’re glad you did, because you can see him so clearly now. And he looks hurt—hurt and angry.

“Caleb I didn’t mean—”

He roughly throws you down into the bed, still pulsing inside. You don’t even understand how he’s this fucking strong, but it’s turning you on so much that you know his cock is soaked with your slick.

“What?” he growls, cutting you off, grabbing your hands and placing them above your head as he starts to pound into you so hard that you can’t breathe. Your bed physically moves, you hear the frame grate against the floor.

“To hurt me, huh? To make me have to think that you were going to choose someone else over me? Over us?” He spreads your legs, spearing into you over and over while your breasts bounce in his face. He roughly takes your nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking the peaked nub. He starts to suck on your breasts, leaving red marks that he intends to keep on you so you’ll always look in the mirror and know who owns you.

He angles himself, sitting on his knees and you don’t know how he’s able to make you so flexible right now, but you’ve never been so spread in your life. His hand comes to your throat, not putting pressure but it’s telling you what you two are without it needing to be said.

“Caleb…” you hiccup. “I can’t..I’m gonna—”

You’re going dizzy at how hard he’s fucking you, how he’s punishing your cervix with each brutally delicious thrust. His head falls to your neck while he keeps your throat in his palm, and when you hear him sniffle, you damn near cry yourself. You move your hands from above your head where he put them, tugging on his hair and tracing his back while his hips never lose their momentum.

“I’ll make you see. I’ll make you realize how much I belong to you. I want to live in your body, I want to stay a part of you forever. I’ll do everything in my power, baby. Please take me, please, please don’t make me have to know what it’s like without you.”

“I’ll never do that you,” you whine as he circles his hips to make you feel every thick inch. “I’m sorry…I’m here..”

“Show me how sorry,” you feel wetness of what you believe is a tear drop on your neck as he continues to hide his face in it. “I’m not pulling out. Let me put my cum inside you. I want you to feel it. You’ll let me, won’t you? Please tell me yes, baby… I’m so fucking close..”

“Yes,” you affirm, your own orgasm impending. “Give it to me, Caleb…”

And when he whimpers as he slams into you just a few more times, his heavy load floods your fertile pussy as his cock fucks it into you deep. Even when you cry out from how hard you finished, he’s still slowly rocking his hips, making you and him both feel that mix of pleasure and pain from overstimulation.

You feel the cum start to spill out, falling down and pooling beneath your ass. It sticks to your skin and stains your sheets but you don’t care. If you could stay like this forever, you would.

He finally pulls back to look at you and even if his eyes aren’t red, his face is flushed and you can see the wetness on his long eyelashes. Gently, you take your thumbs to his eyes to wipe his tears. You pull him down, kissing him so sloppily that you don’t care how messy it is. He follows your lead without hesitation, sticking his tongue down your throat and making you both pour the rest of yourselves into one another.

He bucks his hips, his cock slightly moving inside of you as a reminder that he’s still there—that he’ll always be. He’s not giving you a choice but to let him. And you can’t stop clenching, you can’t stop your hole from wanting to bring him deeper, to keep him there.

“Caleb,” you say softly when you two are forced to pull away to catch your breath.

He just stares down at you, his eyes dancing across your face as his breath becomes steady.

“I’m in love with you too.”

He smiles hard, holding you tight as you wrap your arms around him. He’s more than happy that the feeling was mutual, that you want him just as much. Because he wasn’t exaggerating about killing a man for even daring to think that he could have you. He wasn’t playing when he said that you’d never leave him.

But hopefully, you’ll never have to find out how far he’ll go. A man like Caleb in love is a man who has no shame or fear, other than losing you. And he’ll go great lengths to prove that.

“Forever,” he mumbles. “You’re never leaving me.”

“Never,” you kiss his neck. “I promise.”

And he intends to make sure you keep it.

[ochacoca]

SICK DAYS

now playing ♫ 24/7/365 by surfaces

IN WHICH your boyfriend ditches school to take care of you.

word count: 777 words + text messages

suna rintarō x gn! reader

When you get sick, do you ever just sit and reminisce about the times you weren't? That's how you felt right now and you feel horrible for taking your healthy days for granted. The second you woke up that morning and had that little feeling in your throat that wouldn't go away when you swallowed, you knew it was over.

You were currently wrapped up in what felt like hundreds of blankets, suffering with a fever you couldn't sweat out (wink wink). There were blown out tissues scattered across your bed and your night table and a warmed up water bottle in the pocket of your hoodie. Your eyelids began to droop and your ears were ringing.

God, you miss the times you were ill-free. Even though it was only yesterday, you mourned it like it'd been a decade.

You didn't even notice the silhouette standing at the frame of your door until it spoke. ‘It’ being your boyfriend.

“Hey, what's up?” Rintarō greeted casually as he laid a plastic bag at the end of your bed. You peeked over the mountain of blankets that were stacked ontop of you to see the bag filled with different medicines and gatorade. He wiped the night table of your tissues with a feign look of disgust before placing the contents of the bag on it and crawling into bed next to you. “Wow,” He said with a dry tone. “You look so pretty with boogers all over your face.”

You glared at him as your cheeks flush, then subconsciously wiped at your face.

“You actually came?” You asked him, voice thick with congestion. Usually, you'd be a bit self-concious with him seeing you like look such a mess, but now all you could focus on was how miserable you felt.

Rintarō grabbed your TV remote to put on a random show for background noise before wrapping an arm around you, pulling you close into his chest. “Well I couldn't let you suffer alone, could I? Plus, English was so boring without you.”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, facing him with a knowing look in your eyes. “You mean so hard without someone giving you answers?”

“You think so lowly of me.”

You couldn't help but laugh at his antics, but even that action took a toll on you as you groaned in pain and rolled over to your side. Rin frowned as he softly played with your hair, resting his chin ontop of your head. “You okay?” He asked lowly.

“I feel like I got hit by a semi-truck.” You muttered. “Then the truck turned around and hit me again.”

“Well that's not good.”

He sat up, reaching over to grab the medicine and the gatorade from the table and poured the liquid into the small measured cup.

He brought the small cup near your lips but you shut them tightly before he could press it against them.

“Nuh-uh.” You mumbled as you sank further into the blankets, eyeing the medicine like it was poison.

“Y/n,” He said in his infuriating, parental tone. “You have to drink it. Do you want to feel like you're dying?”

“Yes, yes I do. I'd do anything than have to take that disgusting thing. I refuse.”

He sighed but still kept his patient. He prepared himself for this battle as he walked to your house. “Baby, come on.”

As you stared him down, he stared right back, clearly not backing down anytime soon. He sighed once again, mumbling a quick ‘sorry’ before shoving the syrupy poison down your throat. You groaned dramatically as you swallowed it. It was cherry-flavored but it had a hint of chemicals and betrayal.

You slumped back onto his chest and began watching the show he put on before. The two of you laid together in comfortable silence. His arms were wrapped around your shoulders as yours were wrapped around his torso.

“You know you're gonna get sick too, right?” You broke the silence, slightly lifting your head to look up at him.

Rintarō shrugged. “I don't really care.”

Your eyebrows furrowed at his reponse. “Why not? Getting sick sucks.”

“Cause you're my partner and it's my job to take of you when you feel like shit.” He told you. Even though his choice of words were.. questioning, to say the least, it made you feel warmer in your chest than you felt all day.

“Plus, better for me, an actual excuse to skip school.”

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[burrowdarling]

Always

Summary: After another tough loss in Week 5 to the Baltimore Ravens, Joe wants nothing more than to come home to you.

Pairings: Joe Burrow x gf!reader

Warnings: none

Note: Hi! This is my first time writing in a while so this may be a little rough. After the loss yesterday I want nothing more than to hold this man.

Word Count: 890

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You were on the edge of your seat watching from home as each team was trading touchdowns back and forth for the entire game, sending the game into overtime. Everything was looking good, up until Evan went for the kick, the ball getting tripped up in the process, completely missing the posts. You exhaled a breath you didn’t realize you were holding in.

You saw the camera flash to Joe, hanging his head and a look of defeat on his face. You could feel his disappointment from where you were standing in your shared living room, knowing he needed this win more than the last. The past few weeks have been tough on him, the tension spilling into your dynamic together at home. Last week’s win was a great lift in spirits, but Joe still had his head down maintaining his focus to strive for more.

When Joe came on for his post-game interview, you knew it was going to be a tough watch. You could see the pain in his feature as he was being asked question after question from the reporters, looking exhausted trying to hold his composure. One in particular asked about each game having slim point differences and how that would translate to the end of the season. 

“We’re not a championship level team right now, we’re not. I’d like to think that you know, we’ll come back and improve throughout the season to get to that point, but right now we’re not and we have to get better” Joe answered, his voice showing his frustration and disappointment.

It absolutely broke your heart to hear him talk about himself the way that he was, bearing the fullness of the loss on his shoulders. You were both nervous and excited for him to come home. Wanting nothing more than to hold him close, but you knew the type of mood he would most likely be in.

Your phone pinged, the familiar sound of Joe’s text tone ringing through the silence.

On my way, I need you

The short message an indicator that after weeks of stress and struggles, he was seeking out your comfort. You typed out a quick reply and got to work before Joe got home. You spent the little time you had picking things up and getting dinner ready, whipping up his favorite comfort food.

About 30 minutes later, you heard the garage open and shut, followed by Joe shuffling in through the door. He kicked off his shoes with his head hung low. When he looked up, locking his sights on you, you could tell tears were welling up in his eyes, trying so hard to hold his composure. 

He took a few steps into the kitchen, the pain in his features becoming more prominent the more distance he closed between you too. You opened up your arms and he fell into your embrace, the dam holding back everything from the past few weeks of losses pouring out like a flood gate.

The two of you just stood there in the kitchen for a while letting time pass, slowing rocking Joe back and forth while he cried in your arms. Once the cries became sniffles, Joe pulled back and look at you with red eyes and tear-stained cheeks. You moved your arms from around him, bringing your hands to caress his cheeks, wiping away any remains of tears. 

“If only I had just done better and-“ you cut him off, not letting him bring himself down any further.

“You did everything you absolutely could have Joey. You put your entire soul onto that field and you know it”. 

Joe sighed and rested his forehead against your shoulder leaning down to reach you, letting his hands fall and rest lazily on your lower back.

“It’s just been so hard recently, it feels like whatever I’m doing isn’t enough and everyone is expecting me to do it all” Joe mumbled into your neck.

Your hands went to his hair, fingers massaging his scalp and tangling in the ends at the nape of his neck. 

“I want you to know that you are enough and that I know you’re trying your hardest, your fans know, and they only want to see you succeed. Reporters are gonna try their best to get the juiciest details from others defeat”.

You could see the tension begin to leave his body as he let his shoulders, lifting his eyes to meet yours. Joe scooped you up, placing you on the nearest countertop so you could be more level with one another.

“Thank you for always being there for me and being rock when I can’t for myself”. Joe said giving you a warm smile as he tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

“I’ll always be your biggest supporter and cheerleader no matter what, it’s us against the world bug. I got your favorite ready for you on the stove. Why don’t we settle in on the couch and eat hm? I bet you’re hungry”.

“Starving, thank you, baby. Speaking of cheerleader, we should get you one of those uniforms sometime” Joe smirked, raising his eyebrows.

“There’s the Joey I know, I bet we could work something out” you laugh playing along, pulling him in for another hug. You were someone he could come home to always.

Thank you so much for reading, please send in any requests or comments. I hope you enjoyed!

[annewithaneofthegreengable]

Summer Serendipity

AMEN TO THAT!!! HALLELUJAH FOR THE EMPTY TOMB AND A FULL PODIUM 🕊️🏁🙌

Jesus conquered death, and Oscar conquered the grid 😤🕊️👑 From the stone rolled away to the tires rolling fast — resurrection and redemption all in one weekend! 🦅⛪🚗💨

HOW ARE WE FEELING TODAY? BLESSED? ANOINTED? PIASTRIFIED?? 😭🔥

Summary: It was the summer break between the races, and Oscar suddenly came across a travel magazine about a quiet town in Northern Ireland on the work desk of someone who had left it open when he was visiting McLaren’s HQ in Woking. Next thing, he was on his way to Belfast, with nothing much on his mind, no worries about the championship standings, the braking mode, the corners or chicanes,... Nothing, just him and his summer getaway in Belfast.

Meanwhile, Edith Ezra, a devoted single mother working at a quaint cafe in Belfast, cherishes her two children, Ivy and Eddie, above all else. Having faced the heartbreak of their father's abandonment, Edith has built a life centred around providing for her family and creating a sense of stability for her children.

When Oscar's path crosses with Edith's in Belfast, their worlds collide in unexpected ways. As Oscar finds himself drawn to the warmth and genuine kindness of Edith and her children, he begins to see a different side of life beyond the fast-paced world of racing.

Author's note: here it is!!! The second chapter. Hope you guys will like it, and please send me any message whether you like it or not, and if you want to be added to the taglist, please let me know too! Happy reading. Oh, btw, do you guys prefer longer chapters or shorter?

The next morning came with Belfast rain,  light but persistent, the kind that soaked into your sleeves before you even realized it had started. Oscar didn’t mind. He’d left his cap behind, opting instead for a hooded jacket and the same worn trainers he’d worn the day before. His pace was slow, deliberate, the kind of wandering that wasn’t quite aimless. He told himself he was just exploring the neighbourhood. He wasn’t planning to end up at the same café.

But his feet had other ideas.

The Bean & Blossom appeared again like it had been waiting for him,  tucked into its quiet corner, warm light glowing from inside, condensation gently fogging the windows. Someone had chalked a new message on the board outside: Rainy days mean extra whipped cream. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

He stepped inside, letting the bell above the door announce him again. The warmth hit immediately, followed by the same sweet scent of cinnamon and espresso. A few familiar faces sat scattered across the room,  one older man reading the paper with a scone, two students hunched over notebooks in the back.

And Edith.

She was behind the counter, bent over the pastry case, rearranging a fresh tray of almond croissants. Her hair was tied up messily, but there was no missing it, red like autumn leaves and tucked behind her ears, a few strands falling loose as she concentrated. She glanced up at the sound of the bell, and for a split second, her eyes lit up in recognition.

“Back again?” she asked, brushing flour from her hands.

Oscar shrugged lightly, stepping forward. “Cinnamon swirl kind of haunted me last night.”

She laughed. “Yeah, it does that. You’re not the first poor soul we’ve ensnared.”

He leaned slightly on the counter, eyes scanning the chalkboard. “What’s the damage today?”

“Well,” Edith said, tapping a pen to her chin in mock seriousness, “the swirl’s still on the menu. Barely. You got lucky. Coffee’s still hot. And I might throw in a bit of gossip about the flower stall guy if you play your cards right.”

Oscar cracked a smile. “Dangerous offer.”

“I like to live on the edge.”

He ordered the same thing, flat white, cinnamon swirl, and retreated to the same table as yesterday. The café looked different in the rain. Quieter, slower. The kind of place where time softened at the edges. People lingered longer. Conversations drifted like steam from coffee cups.

Edith brought over his order a few minutes later, this time with a small vase on the tray,  just a single, raindrop-speckled daisy sticking out.

“For the table,” she said, with a little shrug. “Rainy days deserve flowers too.”

He nodded his thanks, and for a while, they didn’t say much. She returned to the counter, chatting with a pair of customers in line. Oscar took a bite of the cinnamon swirl, still warm, still perfect, and stared out the window, watching umbrellas bob past.

It wasn’t until he was halfway through his coffee that he realized he hadn’t checked his phone once.

No emails. No team messages. No schedule reminders. No missed calls from Mark. It was still there, of course, in his pocket. But it didn’t feel as heavy today.

The rain began to let up. A beam of pale sunlight pushed through the clouds, catching in the streaks of water on the windowpane. Across the room, Edith was laughing at something, her head thrown back slightly, that bright, real kind of laugh that didn’t belong to a world full of media scrums and sponsor obligations.

Oscar watched her, and for a fleeting second, it felt like everything, racing pressure, expectations, was a thousand miles away. 

The rain stopped sometime after he came back from the coffee shop, but the streets still shimmered with puddles, and the air smelled faintly of wet stone and chimney smoke. Oscar sat in the window seat of the rental flat, legs stretched out on the wooden bench, a half-read book resting on his lap. It wasn’t particularly gripping, something about a lost sailor and a lighthouse, but he hadn’t come here to be entertained. He’d come to slow down. Or stop altogether.

Outside, Belfast moved at its own quiet rhythm. A cyclist splashed through the narrow lane below. A woman walked her dog, tugging it gently away from a lamppost. Somewhere across the street, someone was playing a piano. Just a few notes at a time. Like they were figuring it out as they went.

He liked that.

He hadn’t opened his phone all day. Not even to check the news or scroll mindlessly. It was still on airplane mode, resting in the bowl by the door where he’d dropped it the moment he arrived.

There was something unnerving about the silence that came with disconnection. But there was also something… honest. And Oscar wasn’t sure he remembered what that kind of quiet felt like before now.

He eventually left the flat sometime in the afternoon, jacket zipped up, beanie pulled low this time instead of the usual cap. He didn’t look like an F1 driver. He barely even looked like himself. And that was the point.

He walked without a destination, past the old cathedral, through side streets where murals towered on the walls, bold with paint and pride. Past schoolkids in uniforms and old men sitting outside the corner shop, nursing takeaway tea and half-smoked cigarettes.

Until he found himself walking along the edge of a small public park.

It wasn’t grand, just a stretch of grass, a few benches, and a tired-looking playground tucked into one corner. Swings creaked in the breeze. A roundabout spun lazily, nudged on by a small foot.

And then he saw her.

Not in the apron or behind the counter, not with flour on her cheek or a steaming coffee in hand, but on the grass, red hair loose around her shoulders. Edith. She was laughing, really laughing, as she tried to coax a reluctant little boy down the slide.

The boy, who could only be about four or five, clung to the top like it was Everest. A girl, a little older, Oscar guessed seven, was already halfway across the monkey bars, calling, “Come on, Eddie! I did it and I’m smaller than you!”

That made the boy grumble and squirm. “You’re not smaller,” he shouted, then looked down nervously at his mum.

Edith stepped back and held out her arms. “I’ve got you. I promise.”

Oscar stopped on the path without meaning to, caught in the warmth of the scene. It wasn’t just the kids, or the laughter, or even Edith. It was all of it. The way her eyes sparkled when Eddie finally let go and slid down into her arms. The way Ivy cheered for her brother was like he’d just won a race. The way Edith hugged them both tightly for no reason except that they were hers.

He felt like an intruder, but he couldn’t move. Not yet.

Edith noticed him then.

She didn’t startle. Didn’t tense up. Her gaze met his, questioning for only a second before it softened into recognition. She gave a nod, almost casual, like it was the most natural thing in the world that he’d be standing there watching her kids play.

He hesitated, then stepped off the path and into the grass.

“Hey,” he said, suddenly unsure of himself.

“Hey,” she replied, brushing hair from her face. “Didn’t take you for the playground type.”

“Me neither,” Oscar said, smiling faintly. “Guess I’m full of surprises.”

Eddie peered up at him from behind his mum’s leg. Ivy, bold and curious, stepped forward. “Are you Mum’s friend?”

Oscar blinked. “Um…”

Edith grinned and knelt beside her daughter. “Maybe. What do you think, Ivy? Can someone be a friend if you’ve only talked once?”

“Sure,” Ivy said immediately, then extended her hand like she’d done it a hundred times before. “I’m Ivy. That’s Eddie. He’s a bit scared of slides, but we still love him.”

Oscar crouched to shake her hand. “I’m Oscar.”

Eddie peeked out again, then disappeared back behind Edith.

“Don’t worry,” Edith said with a small laugh. “He will warm up to you soon.”

Oscar chuckled, and it felt real.

For the first time in what felt like years, Oscar let himself linger. Ivy’s handshake, firm and full of childish certainty, had surprised him. She regarded him with open curiosity, her blue eyes wide and fearless, a mirror of her mother’s. Eddie, on the other hand, watched him from behind Edith’s knees, his blonde head peeking out, quick to retreat whenever Oscar’s gaze met his. The playground was alive with the shrieks and laughter of other children, but in this little bubble of grass and rain-damp air, Oscar felt oddly safe.

Edith sat on the grass, her shoes kicked off, and motioned for Oscar to join her. He hesitated only a moment before lowering himself beside her. The ground was damp, but he didn’t care. He was used to discomfort, it was the price of racing, of travel, of fame. But this? This was a different kind of vulnerability.

“Do you come here often?” he asked, watching Ivy climb back onto the monkey bars.

“Pretty much every afternoon,” Edith replied, stretching her legs out. “The kids need to burn off energy, and I need the air. Sometimes, if I’m lucky, Angie covers the last café shift and I get to play mum for a while.”

Oscar smiled, feeling the tension leach from his shoulders. “Your café is great, by the way.”

Edith grinned. “You’re not just saying that because of the cinnamon swirl?”

He shook his head. “That, and the welcome. I haven’t had either in a while.”

For a moment, they sat in companionable silence, broken only by the children’s shouts. Ivy had convinced Eddie to try the slide again, and this time, he let go with only a little coaxing, shooting down into his mother’s waiting arms. Edith’s laughter, clear and bright, filled the air. Oscar felt it in his chest, a warmth that surprised him.

“Are you here on holiday?” Edith asked, glancing at him over her shoulder.

Oscar hesitated. The question was innocent enough, but the truth was complicated. “Sort of. Needed a change of scenery.”

She nodded, and to his relief, didn’t press. “Well, Belfast’s good for that. Not too many crowds if you know where to look. And the rain keeps most of the tourists away.”

He chuckled. “I noticed.”

Ivy came running over, her face flushed. “Can we get ice cream, Mum? Please? Eddie says he wants chocolate.”

Edith looked at Oscar, her expression playful. “What do you think? Ice cream on a rainy day?”

He shrugged. “Why not? Rain never stopped me.”

The little group set off down the street, the kids skipping ahead while Edith and Oscar followed at a slower pace. The ice cream shop was only a few blocks away, a family-owned place with faded pastel tiles and a bell that jingled when they entered. Edith ordered for the kids, one chocolate, one strawberry, and Oscar, caught up in the spirit of the moment, ordered a scoop of vanilla with sprinkles.

They sat at a window table, the kids already sticky with melted ice cream. Conversation came easily. Edith told him about the café, about the regulars who came rain or shine, about the small triumphs and challenges of single parenthood. Oscar listened, asking questions, genuinely interested. It was the first time in ages he’d talked to someone without the filter of fame or the pressure to perform.

He told Edith a little about himself, just the basics. Australian, loves cars, needed a break from his works, which is something that related to motorsports. She didn’t push for more, and he was grateful. They talked about places in Belfast he should see, about the best spots for coffee, about the surprising warmth of the city even when the weather was grey. The children, sensing the ease between the adults, grew bolder. Ivy asked if he’d ever been to a real racetrack. Eddie wanted to know if Oscar could beat his toy cars in a race.

Oscar laughed and promised to show them a few tricks sometime. For the first time since arriving in Belfast, he forgot to be guarded. He was just Oscar, a stranger making friends in a new place.

As the afternoon wore on, Edith glanced at her watch. “We should head home. Homework and bath time wait for no one.”

Oscar stood, helping gather the empty cups. “Thanks for letting me tag along.”

Ivy beamed. “Will you come to the park again?”

He looked at Edith, who smiled. “You’re welcome any time.”

“Then I’ll be there,” he said.

Walking back, Edith’s hand rested gently on Eddie’s head, guiding him along the wet pavement. The children ran ahead, splashing in puddles, their laughter echoing through the quiet street. Oscar felt something shift inside him, a sense of belonging he hadn’t known he craved.

When they reached the café, Edith paused. “We live just upstairs from the shop. You can stop by any time, Oscar. Really. Even if you just need more cinnamon swirls.”

He smiled, earnest. “I will. Thanks, Edith.”

She nodded, then shepherded the kids inside, waving as she closed the door.

Oscar lingered on the street, watching the glow from the flat above the café, the silhouettes of the children dancing behind the curtains. The rain had started again, gentler this time, but he didn’t mind. He turned up his collar and walked slowly back to his flat, feeling lighter than he had in months.

He didn’t know what tomorrow would bring, but for tonight, he was content. In a city that wasn’t his, among people who didn’t know his story, Oscar Piastri had found a quiet refuge.

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@/Edithlovesedit: Playdate must come with an ice-cream date! And that's me trying a new recipe. Sadly, it's rather dull, so no more new menu

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@/Angiethebougie: send them my kisses

-> @/Edithlovesedit: will do

-> @/Angiethebougie: quick question, who is E looking at? Definitely not me 🤔

-> @/Edithlovesedit: no one. must be ur imagination

-> @/Angiethebougie: interesting

-> @/Luckyluke: any hot dads at the park?

-> @/Edithlovesedit: only dogs, ducks and old ppl

@/Luckyluke: Oh they are growing too fast 😭

-> @/Edithlovesedit: yes, one day they wont need their momma anymore. brb im streaming never grow up by tay-tay rn

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[lurkingshan]

Spare Me Your Mercy, Love in the Big City, and the Trap of Pursuing Mainstream Popularity for Queer Art

I read this excellent post by @waitmyturtles yesterday tackling the frustrating failures of Spare Me Your Mercy, a show that was one of my most anticipated of the year, but that ended up so lost in its own confusing blend of sauces that I didn't even finish it. I appreciated her clarity that despite the show receiving strong ratings and finding popularity with the mainstream domestic audience, that doesn't actually make it a success as a piece of narrative storytelling. And if anything, its popularity underlines why it was a failure as a queer narrative, in particular.

Because here's the thing about great queer art—it's almost never popular with mainstream audiences, especially in socially conservative countries. High quality, well-executed, honest and authentic queer art is more likely to be protested than celebrated in places where real queer people are not safe to live free lives. For an illustration of this, look no further than another highly anticipated queer drama of this year in Love in the Big City. Easily the queerest show to ever get made and aired on Korean television, it drew major protests before it even started, forcing the production to release it quickly in one go to ensure it would reach audiences. And why were those conservative groups so afraid of this little old drama? Because even just in its trailer and promotional materials, it was clear this was no sanitized, G-rated drama created to make gay people seem more palatable to the masses (unlike the film version with the same name, which not coincidentally has been much more warmly received by the Korean media establishment). This show was real, and raw, and QUEER in a way that terrified those bigots, because they know one of the most important ways the oppressed can advocate for themselves is by demonstrating their humanity through art. 

Which brings me back to turtles’ post, and the importance of separating the concerns of art and commerce when discussing the different ways media can succeed. This is something I had some good dialogue about with @biochemjess @pharawee @clairedaring @flowerbeasblog and turtles (and even more of you in the tags) when I was still watching and posting about Spare Me Your Mercy. I originally posted to unpack why the show was flopping narratively, which turned into a discussion of the fact that it was getting good ratings from the domestic audience despite this. And while I appreciated understanding how the show is landing with its priority audience, for me, it’s very important to keep a distinction between these two different kinds of success. Especially in discussions of queer art, and especially for a show whose creators explicitly said they were intentionally downplaying the queer romance part of the queer romance ( @benkaben) to avoid “distracting” from their other messaging goals. 

The important thing to keep in mind is that for queer stories, when they are popular with a mainstream audience it’s often because they are stripping any authenticity from the representation of queer people. Turtles addressed this well in her review of 2gether when she posited that part of the reason it was such a phenomenon in conservative Asian countries (aside from the timing of its release in the early days of the global pandemic), was because its presentation of queerness was mostly unrecognizable to real queer people, stripped of any true notion of queer sexuality or the realities of homophobia. Compare the reception of The Miracle of Teddy Bear—a show that absolutely refused to make its central queer character palatable for a mainstream audience, because the fact that he wasn’t palatable was the point—to that of Spare Me Your Mercy, a show whose creators chose to censor their own story. The ugly truth is that when we’re talking about queer dramas, the best and most vital shows are pretty much anathema to mainstream ratings success.

The impulse to pursue mainstream popularity and commercial success for queer art inevitably leads to watering down queer stories ( @twig-tea) to make them more light, comfortable and familiar to a majority heterosexual and socially conservative audience. And yes, of course, some degree of commercial success is necessary for queer art to get made in the first place. This is how the Thai BL market took off, by recognizing that there was an audience beyond queer people who were open to watching stories about boys falling in love, as long as it didn’t get too real. But there is a careful line to walk here, and it’s so important not to confuse popularity with artistic merit. Queer people won’t win liberation by self-censoring queer media to make it more palatable for mainstream audiences. We win when we make queer art so good and so honest that the mainstream is forced to acknowledge it. We win by challenging the mainstream perspective on queer people and how they should behave, not by catering to it. As @bengiyo said in a completely different discourse, the question is not whether the audience can love queer characters whose actual queerness is suppressed for their comfort. That kind of respectability politics is old hat and it never fucking gets us anywhere. The real question he posed is this: “Do you love us when we’re ugly, when we’re sick, when we’re old, when we’re being mean or catty?”

Which is why a show like Love in the Big City ultimately won by being so excellent, and so true, and so undeniable, that it broke through with audiences around the world and achieved some measure of recognition in spite of how very unpalatable it was to its domestic audience. Unlike Spare Me Your Mercy, this show did not get amazing domestic ratings, but its message was heard far beyond those who watched it on Korean television. And that is the point. Making authentic art that advances the struggle of queer people and making nominally queer art that can achieve mainstream popularity are completely different pursuits, and we must keep that in mind when we discuss whether and how these shows succeeded or failed. And while both must exist in a healthy media ecosystem, one will always be more vital for the survival of queer people than the other. 

[better-setterv2]

𝒜𝒸𝒸𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈 - 𝒫𝓉.7

Authors Note: Hi lovelies! Here's the next chapter, enjoy. I'm thinking of wrapping up this series in another few chapters to possibly start some other ideas. Lots of love xx

Summary: Reader and Lewis have a day out together and soon return to the group after their private day, met with playful teasing and warmth, deepening their bond as they settle into the found family atmosphere around the table.

Warnings: mild swearing

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MASTERLIST

Pt1,Pt2,Pt3,Pt4,Pt5,Pt6,Pt7, Pt8,Pt9

࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊

The morning sun slipped through the sheer curtains of your hotel room, brushing everything in gold.

You hadn’t slept much, not for lack of trying but because your mind kept replaying the night before. The group. The laughter. And Lewis.

His message had come just after midnight.

Hammertime: I meant what I said earlier. I’m glad you came. You free tomorrow? I’d like to show you the best places in Monaco.

You hadn’t hesitated before responding.

User (You): I’d like that.

Now, standing outside the entrance of your hotel you felt that same flutter in your chest as you spotted him.

Lewis leaned against a sleek car, sunglasses on, hands tucked into the pockets of a lightweight jacket. He looked calm, like the city belonged to him. Maybe it did.

“Hey,” you greeted as you approached.

His smile was small but sincere. “Hey. Ready for a different side of Monaco?”

You nodded, and he opened the passenger door for you. “I thought we’d skip the obvious. No yachts. No flashing cameras. Just something quieter.”

The drive was peaceful. Lewis didn’t rush letting the car glide through winding streets that curled around the hills.

The view from higher up was breathtaking with red rooftops spilling into the sea and sunlight dancing off the water like it was trying to impress someone.

Eventually, he parked near a tucked away garden overlooking the coast. Bougainvillaea spilled over the stone walls and benches lined the walkway. It wasn’t touristy. It wasn’t crowded. It was calm.

You walked in step for a while, the silence between you soft rather than awkward.

“You come here often?” you asked, brushing your fingers along a cluster of flowers.

He nodded. “When I need to remember why I love this place. Before the noise starts up again.”

You sat on a low bench beneath a tree, the breeze brushing against your skin. “It’s beautiful,” you murmured. “Feels like the city’s secret.”

Lewis watched you carefully, his sunglasses now tucked into his shirt collar. “You looked nervous yesterday.”

“I was.”

“And now?”

You exhaled. “Still a little. Though it’s fading.”

Something passed between you in that moment. Not quite defined. Not loud. Just understood.

He leaned back, eyes on the sea. “You surprised me, you know. When we bumped into each other at the airport I didn’t know it was you.”

“I didn’t either,” you admitted. “But I remember the smell of your cologne.”

He laughed softly. “Well, that’s flattering.”

The conversation drifted into lighter things after that.

He told you about his favourite hobbies and you confessed you still didn’t understand half the racing terminology. You talked about animals that you love. He told you about his music playlists.

It felt like unraveling slowly, gently, with no pressure to be anything other than yourselves.

Soon he changed the subject grinning. “Come, let’s continue wandering.”

࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊

As the two of you strolled through the streets of Monaco it had a different rhythm when it was both of you.

Gone were the crowded tables and booming laughter of the café, replaced by a quieter, more intimate pace.

The sunlight fell in lazy gold ribbons across cobblestone paths, bouncing off polished car hoods and shuttered windows. Lewis walked beside you unrushed, relaxed and softer than you’d ever seen him.

Lewis tucked his hands into his pockets, glancing sideways at you as the two of you strolled toward the Port. “You know,” he said, voice low and thoughtful, “I wasn’t sure you were going to show up today.”

You smiled, looking ahead at the bobbing yachts in the distance. “I wasn’t sure I was either.”

“What changed?”

You hesitated, then glanced at him. “Your message.”

He looked at you, genuinely curious.

“You said you were looking forward to meeting me. And I don’t know it felt honest. Like you weren’t just saying it for the sake of it.”

Lewis nodded slowly, gaze returning to the view. “It was honest.”

The breeze off the water picked up slightly, sweeping a strand of hair across your cheek. Without thinking, he reached over gently tucking it back behind your ear. The brush of his fingers lingered, just for a second longer than necessary and it sent a quiet ripple through your chest.

“I don’t really do this,” you said softly.

“Walk around Monaco with a stranger?”

You huffed a laugh. “Let people in so easily.”

He slowed his steps, coming to a stop near the edge of the Port. The water shimmered below like a moving canvas. “You don’t seem closed off.”

“I’ve had to learn how to seem a lot of things.”

That made him look at you, really look. “Same.”

The admission sat between you like a thread waiting to be pulled. Instead, Lewis gestured toward the edge.

You followed him to a quieter part of the marina, where the path rose up into a small overlook that gave way to a stunning panorama.

Monaco unfurling in every direction, the palace high on the hill, the sea stretching endlessly beyond.

“I’ve always adored just starring into nature and forgetting everything else exists” he said, settling on the low stone wall and motioning for you to join him.

You sat beside him, knees brushing and let the hush of the moment sink in.

“Feels like you don’t get much silence to enjoy it ,” you said.

“Not really. But that’s what made the group chat special. No expectations just guys like us having fun for once in the shadows. It’s more like a place for us to breathe and be normal.”

You glanced at him. “You think we’ll keep this? The group, I mean. After the novelty wears off?”

He smiled faintly. “I think we’ll fight for it.”

You sat in that quiet for a while, listening to the occasional gull overhead, the lap of water below, the distant hum of cars curling around cliffs. And then softly and tentatively Lewis turned to you.

“Would it be alright if we made this a tradition?” he asked.

You tilted your head. “What, Monaco strolls and half revealed secrets?”

A small chuckle escaped him, but his eyes stayed on yours. “Just time. With you.”

That warmth you’d been feeling since the café spread deeper now, anchoring in your chest.

“Yeah,” you said. “I think I’d like that.”

You stood eventually, walking again this time toward the old town where he bought you an espresso and insisted on splitting a croissant that was “life changing, I swear.” You watched him smile through flaky crumbs, his eyes crinkling at the corners and thought maybe he was right.

By the time the sky began to blush with twilight, you’d made your way back toward the coast. He drove one handed the other inches away from your thigh. Neither of you had checked your phones. Time moved differently when it was just you and him.

The car arrived at your hotel entrance, the quiet settled again.

Lewis glanced up at the building, then back at you. “So I guess this is goodnight?”

You nodded, but didn’t move.

He hesitated, thumb grazing the back of your hand. “I’ll message you later?”

You smiled. “I’ll be waiting.” Your replies hand stilling tingling from his touch.

He didn’t kiss you - not yet. But the way his eyes lingered said it was only a matter of time.

And when you stepped out of the car heading inside the building, your heart was still outside walking those Monaco streets beside him.

Before you went to bed that night he sent you a text…

Hammetime: You never have to pretend with me

࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊

You woke slowly, the kind of morning where the sun filtered in through half drawn curtains, warming the duvet and painting gold across the floor.

Monaco outside your window was already stirring with seagulls calling from the harbour, mopeds humming down narrow streets and the gentle hush of the sea against the docks.

But it wasn’t the city that made your stomach flutter.

It was the message still sitting on your phone.

You never have to pretend with me.

You’d read it too many times last night, your heart doing somersaults in the dark. The thought of Lewis not just the name, but the man behind it staring at his phone somewhere else in Monaco, waiting for your reply, had felt surreal.

But real.

You sat up slowly, stretching, hair tousled and skin still warm from dreams. Your fingers reached for the phone instinctively.

[Private Message - Hammertime💬]

Hammertime: Morning. I’m heading out for a run, but I’ll grab us coffee if you’re free later?

You smiled without thinking.

User (You): Yes to the coffee. Only if you let me buy the pastries this time.

Hammertime: Only if you promise to let me pick the view.

You stood and padded over to the small balcony. Monaco sprawled below you, sun drenched and shimmering. Somewhere in that maze of beauty, Lewis was out there running, living and maybe thinking about you too.

Your phone vibrated again.

Hammertime: Meet me at the top of Jardin Exotique in an hour?

You bit your lip, smile tugging wider.

User(You): Deal. Don’t forget the coffee.

You managed to pick up some pastries on the way and headed to the location. The climb up to the garden was slow and not just because of the incline. You paused to take everything in -

And then you saw him.

Waiting on a low stone wall, hair tied back, hoodie damp with sweat, a takeaway tray balanced beside him with two coffees. He looked up at the sound of your steps and his whole face changed.

Like he lit from within.

“Hey,” he said softly, standing.

“Hi,” you said, breathless from more than just the hill.

He handed you a cup without breaking eye contact. “Still hot.”

“I hope it’s not too sweet.”

He grinned. “I remember. One sugar, splash of oat milk.”

You blinked. “You remembered from the café?”

Lewis just smiled and nudged his chin toward a nearby bench. “Come sit. I brought the good view.”

You placed the small pastry bag between the two of you.

The both of you lt the world exist around you. Monaco lay below like a secret and for the first time since arriving, you didn’t feel like an outsider looking in.

“You always go for a run around here?” you asked, taking a sip.

“When I want to feel grounded,” he said before taking a bite of his pastry. “And small. In a good way.”

You nodded. “I think I get that.”

He glanced at you, more serious now. “Yesterday being with you it felt like I was truly happy for the first time in years.”

You turned your coffee slowly in your hands. “Yeah, it did for me as well.”

“I’ve got a million people around me most days,” he admitted. “But yesterday? I didn’t feel watched. I just felt seen.”

You looked over at him. “That’s all anyone really wants, right?”

His smile turned quiet. “You see a lot, don’t you?”

“Only the things that matter.”

Lewis reached out then gently - his fingers brushing over yours on the bench.

“Stay a little longer?” he asked.

You didn’t answer with words.

You just laced your fingers with his, soft and certain, and let the city fall away.

The warmth of Lewis’s hand around yours was steady. Not overwhelming, not rushed just present. It grounded you more than the view, more than the breeze, more than the way the morning light made everything glow with possibility.

“Do you ever think about what your life might’ve looked like if you weren’t this?” you asked after a while, not quite meeting his eyes.

He was quiet for a moment. “All the time.”

You looked over. His gaze was somewhere distant, out over the sea.

“Sometimes I wonder if I’d still be me without the noise. Without the cameras. But then again, racing gave me everything. It’s just - ” He paused, turning toward you. “It’s hard to know what’s real when everything’s always on display.”

You nodded. “That’s why you like the quiet?”

“I like the quiet,” he said softly, “when you’re in it.”

Your heart stumbled, unprepared. He wasn’t saying it to charm you. It wasn’t rehearsed or dressed up. It was just true.

You let the silence stretch again, but this time it was fully comfortable. His thumb brushed slowly across your knuckles, back and forth, like he didn’t even realise he was doing it. Like his body already knew the rhythm of being near you.

Eventually, you rested your head on his shoulder, tentative at first until he leaned into you, solid and warm.

“You know,” you murmured, “I was sure this trip would be a disaster.”

Lewis huffed a quiet laugh. “And now?”

“Now I’m not so sure I want to leave.”

You felt him smile into your hair. “Good. Because I was just thinking the same thing.”

You didn’t need anything more than that. Not right now.

Just the garden. The quiet. And the beginning of something that felt realer than anything you could’ve prepared for.

Your phone buzzed where it sat on the bench between you and Lewis, forgotten for the better part of an hour. You sighed and reached for it, still curled against his side.

GridGremlins


MadMax: Oi. Has anyone done a welfare check on you two?


Hulk: Monaco is only so big. Blink twice if Lewis kidnapped you.


Pastry: We made a bet. If Lewis isn't back to the hotel all of us are sharing by lunch, Charles owes me pastries.


SmoothOperator: I, for one support the getaway. But send a pic or we’ll assume you’ve joined a cult.


HoneyBadger: Or eloped.


RussellSprouts: Seconded. Elopement energy.

You couldn’t help but laugh -quiet but not surprised.

Lewis peeked at the screen and grinned. “Should we mess with them?”

You raised an eyebrow. “What, send a photo from a jewelry store?”

He smirked. “Or outside city hall.”

You opened the camera, angled it over your shoulder with Lewis tucked in beside you, still half reclined on the bench. He threw a peace sign. You snapped it -light, effortless, unfiltered.

Then sent it.

(User) You: Alive. No cult. Just carbs and sun.

Hammertime: And maybe the best morning in a long time.

There was a beat of silence in the group chat.

Then -

HoneyBadger: Ugh okay I ship it.


SmootherOperator : …you’re glowing. Both of you. It’s disgusting.


Pierrefect : Cute. I’ll allow it.


Baguetteboi : Fine. You win. I’ll buy Oscar the pastries.


Norrified : I KNEW IT.

You tucked the phone away again, cheeks warm.

Lewis looked down at you. “You okay?”

You nodded. “Better than okay.”

And this time, it was you who took his hand.

࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊

The sun had dipped behind the Monaco skyline, casting the city in the kind of golden haze that made everything look softer - slower, like the day was asking not to end.

You and Lewis parted ways earlier to get dressed for dinner with the group.

He soon picked you up once again from the front of your hotel to walk you to the restaurant. Side by side through the winding streets, the hush of early evening broken only by the sound of your footsteps and the distant hum of passing scooters.

Neither of you said much, but it wasn’t the heavy kind of silence. It was warm. Comfortable. Every so often his shoulder brushed yours and each time, it sent a electric zap through you.

As you approached the little restaurant tucked between stone walls and climbing vines, Lewis slowed. You could already hear them inside - the boys. Loud, unfiltered, absolutely themselves. The sound made your chest flutter with a strange mix of fondness and nerves.

Lewis looked over at you, mouth twitching. “They’re gonna say something.”

“Oh, definitely.”

“Want to run?”

You smiled, tugging gently at his hand. “Too late.”

He let out a breath of a laugh and pushed open the door.

The noise swelled instantly.

“There they are!” Pierre's voice rang out, rising above the din like a stage actor who’d spotted a long lost lover. He stood with arms outstretched like he was about to burst into song.

“Look at them!” Lando added, eyes wide with faux amazement. “Nearly a whole day without supervision. A miracle.”

“Was it love?” Max asked, propping his chin on his hand in mock earnestness. “Did you ride scooters down the coast and stare into each other’s souls?”

“Did you get lost in the lavender fields of France?” Charles deadpanned. “That’s only like twenty minutes away.”

George leaned over the table. “Tell us everything. No - tell us nothing. We’ll fill in the blanks.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide your grin. “You’re all terrible.”

“And nosy,” Carlos chimed in. “Don’t forget nosy.”

“Come on,” Oscar said, patting the empty seat beside him. “Join us, mysterious duo.”

You and Lewis slid into the booth - him on one end and you beside him, close enough that his knee brushed yours beneath the table. No one said anything about that part, but you could feel them noticing.

The table buzzed with life. Bread baskets passed back and forth, plates clinked, drinks were poured generously.

At some point, Nico started recounting a chaotic travel story, complete with dramatic hand gestures and Carlos nearly spit out his drink laughing.

But through it all, there was a rhythm. A beat beneath the banter. Every so often, you caught one of them sneaking a glance your way. Every so often, Lewis shifted like he was attuned to your every breath, your every word.

“So?” Daniel asked between bites of tiramisu. “What’s the verdict? Back for good, or was today just a one time miracle?”

You met his eyes, your answer slow but steady. “I think I needed this more than I realised.”

Lando raised a glass. “To weird group chats, then.”

Oscar raised his. “To making a new friend out of dumb usernames.”

Carlos added, “To whatever this is. Honestly, I’m not sure anymore.”

Charles smirked. “To Lewis, for finally talking.”

That earned a chorus of laughter.

Lewis groaned, shaking his head. “I talk.”

“You brooded for a full week before you said hi in the group chat,” Max shot back.

“And you practically fled the café earlier,” George added, pointing at him with his fork.

“I didn’t flee.”

“You ghosted us like a bad Tinder date,” Daniel said, grinning. “But look at you now.”

Everyone raised their glasses again. You clinked yours gently against Lewis’s, catching his eye as you did. He gave you a look that said, They’re never going to let this down and you gave him one right back that said. Nope, never.

The teasing settled, replaced by stories. Real ones this time.

Charles talked about how being home in Monaco felt like a breath between storms.

Lando described late night drives with no destination.

Max admitted that sometimes, when the pressure built too high he reread old group messages just to laugh again.

Daniel told you that keeping the chat alive was his way of holding onto the good stuff.

You listened. You learned. You saw them for who they really were - boys who had become brothers, bound not just by racing, but by trust.

And through it all, Lewis stayed close.

Quiet, yes, but present. Sometimes his hand found yours beneath the table. Sometimes you leaned just enough to feel his shoulder against yours. Sometimes you said nothing at all and it still felt like everything.

At the end of the night, as the group began to stretch and stand and groan about full stomachs, Max slung his jacket over his shoulder and grinned. “We’re doing this again.”

“Definitely,” Nico agreed.

“Tomorrow?” George offered.

Daniel wiggled his brows. “Or are our lovers here otherwise engaged?”

“Oh my god,” you muttered, hiding your face.

Lewis just laughed.

You said your goodbyes, hugs passed around, cheek kisses from Charles, a forehead bump from Lando. It wasn’t goodbye, it was see you later.

And as you and Lewis stepped out into the warm Monaco night again, the city lights blinked around you like stars fallen to earth.

You were in orbit now, as he took your hand in his walking to your hotel.

[reiincarnatiion]

shadows of destiny | azriel x reader | part three

summary: azriel jealous and yearning for Y/N

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a/n: sorry guys for the long assss wait, ive been on exchange in the uk so i have been busy living life hehe, still here and loving it!! hope you guys like this one, love you all cuties <33 also this isnt proof read so sorry for any mistakes! let me know what you think, i love all of your sweet messages !! eeeeeee

read : [part one] [part two]

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You woke up the next morning with a throbbing headache and a parched mouth, confused as to how you had made it to your bed from last night. The morning sun streamed through the curtains, casting a hazy glow over your room.

Groaning loudly, you cursed as you shifted your weight around, consequently turning your head to come face to face with Lucien's chiseled features, peacefully sleeping next to you. It took you a second to realize he was shirtless as well.

You screamed, "WHAT THE FUCK?!"

His mechanical eye swirled open, followed by his other. "Tell me we didn't."

"DID what," Lucien murmured, a small smirk gracing his features as he stared up at the ceiling. Amusement danced in his eyes as he stretched languidly against the sheets. His morning rasp tingled inside you and nicked at you annoyingly. This could not have happened. The headache of whatever liquids and maybe even other substances you had consumed yesterday hit you hard, and you fell back to face the ceiling as well, nausea threatening to overwhelm you.

"You little slut, you know what I meant," you groaned, rolling onto your front in a feeble attempt to quell the oncoming headache and urge to vomit.

You felt Lucien shift next to you as well, attempting to detangle himself from the crisp black sheets of your bed. "We must have done it."

"NO Lucien."

"YES."

"NO, I CAN'T-"

"…why not," Lucien breathed out. His demeanor had changed since you last saw him sober; something had happened last night, and you could not remember, but he was acting differently.

"All I am saying is that last night made me realize things about you, Y/N…" he continued, rising from the sheets. You raised your eyes in horror, ready to scream because you did not want to get flashed by fiery dick-

-a pair of orange breeches came into view.

"Oh."

"Upset that we didn't actually sleep together, Y/N?"

An unknown feeling of red-hotness spread throughout your face, turning your cheeks pink. "I hate you, Lucien," you hummed.

"What did you realize, Lucien?"

"That I pretend to not care the way Azriel and Elain make heart eyes at each other, but on the inside, it's like a knife twisting inside me," he deadpanned, and you couldn't help but let out a laugh.

"What???" he groaned, falling down next to you. "Nothing, Luc, I just feel sorry for us, that's all.

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Azriel sat at the dining table, swirling the black coffee mindlessly. It was 2 pm, and his shadows had begun reporting how the others had finally begun stirring awake after their long night. They had gotten back at 5 am, the sun slowly beginning to peek through the trees and buildings of Velaris, and he had watched from afar as Lucien carried Y/N to her room.

He had not come out afterwards. His shadows had been in an unfamiliar frenzy, yelling to slip through and see what was happening in that bedroom, to investigate how good he gave it to her because Azriel just knew. He knew he could give it to her better.

He clenched his fists at the picture his shadows had painted for him of the events which probably had unfolded in her room. What was it with his sexual urges with Y/N all of a sudden? She was just his friend. She had always just been his friend. Maybe he had had a little crush on her before. Maybe when she would walk into a room and his palms would sweat, he would chastise himself for wearing too many layers. Or how when she used to make his heart beat irregularly, he would tell Rhys about anxiety. It was easier to let them think he had a disorder rather than admit feelings. Because maybe, just maybe he had had slight feelings towards her for centuries. But there was Elain now.

He liked Elain.

"Good Morning Azriel!" a sweet voice chirped, as Elain entered the dining room, a sweet tea held in her perfectly manicured hands. Even after a night out, she looked perfect. Her hair looked freshly blow-dried, and her lips tinted pink, looking fresh and kissable. He smiled gently, and her eyes brightened as she took a seat next to him, murmuring things about last night and how odd it was to see Lucien with Y/N.

"I just don't think he should have danced like that with her, what do you think?" she whispered, her eyes shining.

"I know it was disrespectful to you," Azriel nodded back, looking into her glassy doe eyes. Out of the corner of his eyes, he felt a sudden burst of movement from his shadows, but the warning wasn't quick enough as two figures walked into the room.

God, she looked horrible.

Elain let out a comical gasp, and the corner of his mouth lifted as Y/N walked into the room, her hair messy and disturbed, like someone had pulled on it, ran their hands through it. Her presence snatched on his gaze, it pulled it towards him, and Azriel found himself unable to look away.

Her eyes lazily dragged over Azriel, raking up his body, and never before had he felt so hot. But he did not break eye contact with her either, he maintained it, willing and daring her to break it first.

Their eyes met in a silent battle of wills, a tension simmering beneath the surface as they sized each other up. It was a fleeting moment, but it spoke volumes, leaving Azriel reeling in its wake.

"Lucien, can we talk?" Elain broke the silence.

Everyone blinked and looked at the innocent girl sitting down. Azriel watched as she looked into Lucien’s eyes, with her innocent look, and he mentally chuckled. She was doing damage control, and it was working because his shadows were reporting the increase in Lucien’s heartbeat.

“Of course,” Lucien whispered and pushed past Y/N, whisking Elain away out of the room.

Charged silence followed. Azriel went back to nursing his coffee which had gone cold now. He felt Y/N scoff and mutter something under her breath which sounded a whole lot like "bitch," as she moved around the place, into the connecting kitchen, trying to will the House to make her a cup of its strongest coffee. They didn’t say a word to each other, but Azriel could feel the tension in the air. He didn’t know where it had formed from, what abyss it had risen from, he just knew there was something that needed to be addressed between them before his head and his heart exploded.

“What was that from last night?” he let out a breath finally, his shadows jittering around the place. He looked up from his swirling black coffee to see Y/N cease her movements in the corner of the kitchen. Her short night dress, barely covering her ass, had ridden up as she had been bent over the kitchen bench. Azriel felt himself stiffen, so he looked away quickly, adjusting himself.

“What do you mean,” she replied, turning around with a neutral expression on her face, guarding her emotions. She carefully padded her way to the table, setting the coffee down and placing herself directly in front of him. Her scent wafted over him, and his jaw ticked, but he didnt show any emotion. His dark eyes bore into hers, his shadows fought to sift over her, wanting to know her thoughts, her feelings, her emotions. Alas, she showed nothing.

“You and Lucien…” he drawled out, pretending to ask nonchalantly.

“We just danced to Azriel, I was really drunk,” she whispered softly, placing her hands together on her lap.

“You emerged from the same room,” he replied calmly.

As she cocked her head to the side, her hair falling onto her face, time seemed to slow down. Her long eyelashes were stunning, and her deep eyes looked at Azriel with something so unsaid, that the raw intensity sent shivers down his spine.

Azriel knew at that moment that he could no longer leave these unanswered feelings of his left hanging. He wasn't a dumb male; if his body was responding to Y/N like this for so long, there was clearly a reason. And it was not a dumb crush.

He had forced himself to believe for so long, that Elain should belong to him. Three brothers for three sisters, that is what he would tell himself.

Yet something had shifted between them two, a subtle undercurrent that left Azriel reeling. It was something deeper, something undeniable. And as he met Y/N's gaze, he knew that he could no longer ignore the pull that drew him to her, the pull of something real, something worth fighting for.

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[flowery-mess]

kill the silence

Pairing: frat boy Noah x female reader

reader has a name (Ella Thompson, but the story is written in 'your' POV)

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! / argument with reader's mother / mother's asshole boyfriend mentioned / mentiones of alcohol / I think that's it, let me know

Words: 2,8k

Author's note: don't you just love when writers self project themselves in their works? Because that's exactly what I did lol. Hope you like getting to know more of Ella's story💕

frat boy Noah masterlist

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“Can we talk about it?”

“Ella please, act like an adult.”

You rolled your eyes after reading your mom’s messages. Yesterday she called you on facetime to show you the big diamond on her finger, throwing the news of being engaged at you.

Your parents divorced when you were 4 and it has been a wild ride since then.

You stayed living with your mum, seeing your dad only a few times a month. You’d think that something like this would make your and your mom's relationship stronger, but it was the opposite.

She started dating different guys, but no one was serious enough for her to bring him home for good. She introduced you to some of them, but you never liked any of the men that walked through the door of your home. And you didn’t hide your dislike.

You never crossed a line with doing something rebellious, but you always made sure that they knew you’re not a fan of them with the way you talked to them or about them behind their backs.

Your mom always put up with it, but it brought lots of fights between you two. She never blamed you for her failed relationships, because they weren’t meant to last. Until she met him, Richard.

Richard was a few years older than her, with no kids and with a nice house. Moving to his place wasn’t a question, she just told you to pack your stuff. “You’re my child, you’re gonna follow me wherever I go. I don’t care that you don’t want to.” will probably replay in your head until the day you die.

Sadly for you you were still underage and with no other place to go, so you moved to his place and that’s where the hell started.

Heated arguments with your mom every day, silent treatments from both of you and cold shoulder for Richard. Poor guy didn’t stand a chance, you dismissed him at the very beginning.

You hated the house and you cried yourself to sleep every other night.

He turned out to be a narcissistic and arrogant guy which you couldn’t stand. You were counting the days until it was time for you to move away for college. The best thing that ever happened to you.

Seeing your mom and Richard less was a good thing for keeping the family relationships at least somehow working. After a few months of not seeing them you finally found the courage to come back for a weekend and somehow you three acted like the hell before you left never happened.

You got along with Richard for a few hours and then left their place again. It wasn’t home for you, it was just their place. And since then you visit them occasionally.

You got used to their relationship and swallowed all your opinions for your mother’s sake and happiness.

That was until yesterday though.

You didn’t know what reaction from you she expected, but it probably wasn’t “Are you fucking serious?” and hanging up on her. Since then you didn’t pick up any of her calls nor replied to any of her messages.

“Ella please, just a few minutes so we can talk about it.”

You read the next message and rolled your eyes again. You finished the drink in your hand before standing up and going outside.

Little did you know Noah was watching you look at your phone every other minute, rolling your eyes and making sad faces. He could tell something was wrong so he wasn’t surprised to see you storm out of the crowded living room.

He wanted to give you a few minutes and see if you come back, if not, he knows where to find you.

In the beginning of your friendship with benefits you two sometimes sneaked away from your friends and met in the backyard in a small place that was separated from the rest of the big garden by bushes. There was an old swing, too small for both of you, but it provided you lots of fun. Also the almost broken fence where Noah pinned you many times just to steal kisses from you was there. It became “your place” any time you two couldn’t find each other and texted the other “our place?” and time, you both were there.

Your place was exactly where you ran off. The drink you just finished gave you enough courage to face your mom’s voice over the phone and tell her your opinion.

She picked up almost immediately and started talking, but you cut her off.

“Finally darling, ca-”

“No mom, you let me talk now.” you started, taking a deep breath before letting it all out. “I’ve been silent for the past few years, but I can’t let you marry him without telling you my honest opinion.”

You kicked a few rocks that were laying around and walked back and forth, a habit of yours when you were too nervous.

“I don’t think he’s good for you. I don’t think he’s enough for you. You were always a strong independent woman who knew her worth, I never thought I'd see you running around a man like you do now. You always laughed at women who served food under their man’s nose or had to pack a bag for them. But now that’s you mom.” you stopped talking, expecting some protest from her, but there was just silence at the other side of the line.

“You do everything he says, you’re like his maid mom. That hurts me to see. You should find a man who’s gonna carry you in his arms and worship the ground you walk on, not someone who tells you he won’t eat the food you made because it tastes weird, but also refuses to cook his own meal. He’s a child mom.” you threw your hands up and down in a frustrating gesture.

She finally spoke and you could hear the hurt in her voice. “That’s not true Ella.”

“You know it is, you just don’t want it to be.”

“Listen, I know you don’t agree with my relationship, but you need to respect it. I’m finally happy.”

“I don’t think you really are.” you whispered back and couldn’t stop the tears running down your cheeks. Of course you want your mum to be happy, but if this is how happiness looks like, you hope you’ll never find it.

“I didn’t ask for your opinion. I just wanted to tell you that we will be sending invites next week and I’d really appreciate it if you’d come to the wedding.” there was a short break before she added “Please.”

She rarely used “please”, “thank you” or “I’m sorry” with you, so you knew how hard it must’ve been for her to say those words out loud.

“I have to think about it.” you told her the truth. You didn’t want to make any promises in case you’d decide to not attend in the end.

“You’re hurting me Ella.” there she was, back at attacking you for your feelings.

“Bye mom.” and before she could say anything else you pressed the red button and silenced her voice that could only say more hurtful things.

Your eyes stayed on the ground, colors of the grass and dirt mixing together as your tears formed in your eyes, one blink of your eyelids sending them down your cheeks.

You were hurting too. You were hurt, sad and angry. The anger took over your body and before you could think of what you were doing, you threw your phone away and only heard a loud bang when it landed somewhere in the dark in front of you.

When Noah thought you were gone for too long he decided to go after you. He found you with your back facing him, your hands by your sides, but you weren’t talking or moving, you were just standing there.

“Did something possess you?” he joked. He expected a silly comment back or you saying “shut up”, but you stayed silent.

The tears kept running down your cheeks, because you suddenly felt so small. You felt betrayed by your mother and you felt like you were standing in your childhood room listening to her “I don’t care what you want” speech all over again. You just wanted to cry.

You heard Noah's question, but what possessed you was just a pure sadness that was making it impossible for you to move or speak.

Noah made a few steps to be closer to you and reached for your hand, but before he could do that you finally spoke up.

“Can I have your phone?” even with your back still facing now very confused Noah, he could hear the tremble in your voice.

“What?”

“Your phone.” you turned around to face him. When you did, his confused face turned into something softer. He saw your wet cheeks and the small shakes of your chin. “I threw mine somewhere in the bushes and I need to find it.” you said it like it was the most obvious thing and waited for Noah to give you his phone.

He didn’t ask any questions and just handed you his phone, turning the flashlight on for you.

You turned around and went in the direction of where you thought your phone could be. Noah just stood there in silence, his eyes following your every move.

Well, now you really looked like something possessed you. Your hands were snapping the twigs that came your way, some of them got stuck in your hair while you tried to find your phone.

With no luck finding it, you got out of the bush and dived straight into another one.

“For fucks sake.” Noah couldn’t keep watching this shit show in front of him and yanked you out of the bush, took his phone from your trembling hand and started looking for your phone himself.

You cleaned yourself from the mess and leaves that were stuck to your clothes and hair. The need to escape this loud place made your body shake. You were thinking about telling Noah to stop and come for the phone tomorrow or even buy a new phone with a new number so your mum couldn’t call you again.

“Here.” Noah’s voice took you out of the trance you were in, looking at you with a proud smirk and leaves in his hair, but he had your black phone in his hand. And it looked like you didn’t break it when you threw it away.

“Thank you.” you took it out of his hand and put it in your pocket.

Noah, scared of what you’re going to do next, stood in silence and waited for your next move. But you just kept looking around, avoiding his face. You for sure didn’t make it easy for him.

“Do you want a hug?” he asked you, unsure look on his face.

“What?”

“Isn’t that what people want when they're sad?” just as he finished his question your hands were wrapped around his torso.

You didn’t want him to see you cry again, so you just hid your face in his sweatshirt. You tried to hold your sobs and cries in, but you felt like you’re going to explode, so you let everything out.

Noah didn’t know what else to do than just rub your back and gently sway you from side to side.

After a few minutes your breath calmed down and you stepped out of Noah’s arms, cringing at the wet spot on his grey sweatshirt.

“Sorry for that.” you whispered and pointed to the place that was covered in your tears.

Noah just looked down and laughed. “It’s okay. Come on, let's take you home.”

He took your hand in his, but you realized how crazy you must look after this meltdown, so you stopped in your tracks, making Noah stop too.

“I can’t go there. I look crazy.” you panicked.

“Yeah you do, but everyone is drunk at this point, they won’t notice.”

“No, Molly and Clara will and I don’t want to explain it to them.”

Noah just sighed and looked around, rubbing his jaw with his palm and thinking of ways to leave the fraternity without anyone seeing you.

“We can jump the fence.” he proposed.

“Are you out of your mind?” you looked at the tall metallic fence around you.

“It’s either that or the main door.”

“It’s impossible for me to jump over it Noah.”

“I’m gonna help you.”

You looked at the fence, then at Noah and then back at the fence.

He’s tall and strong and falling on your ass in front of him was better than doing the walk of shame.

“Okay.”

He led you in the direction of the fence. “Okay, so, you’re gonna put your feet in my hands and I’m gonna push you up. Then you have to carefully move over the top and jump down, okay?”

“How are you gonna do it?” you asked him, because there's no way you're going to help him from the other side.

“Haven’t thought of that yet.”

“God, don’t laugh at me if I fall.” you made him promise before he leaned forward and intertwined his hands low enough for you to step into them.

“Grab my shoulders. I’m gonna count to three and then push you up okay?”

“Okay.” when he started counting you were sure that neither of you knew what you were doing.

You felt yourself being lifted from the ground, reaching for the top of the fence and swung your leg over it, then the other one.

“Jump!” Noah yelled at you, because he was scared you’re going to fall back at him.

You closed your eyes and jumped, landing perfectly on your feet.

“I did it!” you turned around to see Noah through the metallic barricade between you, laughing at the situation.

It was Noah’s turn to jump over the fence and after a few failed attempts you had to hold in a laugh and said “You know you can walk through the inside and meet me in the parking lot?”

Before Noah gave you an answer, he was happy to hear you wanted to leave with him. He was scared you’re going to push him away and won’t let him comfort you like you did to him many times.

“Can’t let you have all the fun.” he snorted, laughing at himself after another failed attempt.

After he finally managed to climb to the top of the fence, one of his legs betrayed him and he fell down on his ass in front of you.

You gasped, not knowing if he was okay, but then you started laughing. He looked up at you, shame all over his face, but he couldn’t help laughing too.

“You know, I did that just to make you laugh. It was intentional.” he shrugged his shoulders after he stood up and used his hands to get rid of the dirt from his clothes.

“Smooth Sebastian, real smooth.” you laughed, but appreciated his attempts to lift your mood.

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Noah paid for the cab to his place even though you insisted that after everything he’d done for you it was your turn to pay.

He sent you in the direction of his bathroom after he found a few leaves in your hair in the elevator and ordered some food while you washed the dirt of that night of your body.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Noah asked after he swallowed his food, looking at you at the other side of his sofa.

“Not really. Long story short, my mum is engaged to her ass boyfriend, we had a fight over the phone and I’m probably gonna have to buy a new dress for their wedding.”

“I’m sorry.” he didn’t know what else to say. Your mood was better now, no more tears and throwing things around, so he thought he did a good job.

He wasn’t good at those things, taking care of people, so he was proud of himself for returning the care you gave him many times before.

“Don’t be, shit happens. I just need time to process it.” you put away the take out box. “And maybe some cuddles would be nice.” you made your puppy eyes at him.

“Ugh, women.” he acted annoyed, but you didn’t miss the smile on his face when he lifted the blanket on his lap so you could lay down on his chest.

He put on his favorite show and you two watched in silence.

You were happy he found you in the garden. You loved your friends, but they wouldn’t give you the comfort you needed.

You realized that you want comfort from Noah just as much as you want to comfort him when he’s feeling unwell.

His fingers played with your hair and his eyes were focused on the TV. You laid on his chest, playing with the fabric of his t-shirt and thought about the upcoming wedding.

As if Noah could read your mind he suddenly said “You know, I could be your plus one at the wedding if you decide to go.” his gaze stayed on the TV.

“Shut up, you mean it?” because if you’re going to go, in a place so uncomfortable and full of people you haven’t seen in years, you’d appreciate someone by your side.

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Kai’s Pretty Girlfriend [4]: Confusion?

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Warnings: lots of kisses and a little dry humping <3

Ever since the game things have been pretty tense in the dorm. Well, maybe tense isn’t the right word but awkward? Not between you and Kai, never between you and Kai, but there’s definitely a difference in the way the guys treat you.

It’s not even spoken about and if you hadn’t known them all for so long, maybe you wouldn’t have realized. But you can tell. It’s almost as if when they’re with you they default to their ‘idol’ personalities.

You feel it when you visit the practice room to drop off food on a long day and while Kai greets you with a hug and a kiss, the guys simply thank you and disperse to eat.

You feel it when you’re watching anime with Soobin in the living room instead of his room and rather than you leaning against each other and borderline falling asleep on top of the other, he keeps a large distance between the two of you.

You feel it when you’re talking with Beomgyu and instead of having conversations that range from deep and intense to silly and random, he keeps it surface level before he makes an excuse to leave.

You feel it when you stay up late to make sure Taehyun eats when he makes it to the dorm after he stays to practice more, and he politely thanks you but tells you he already ate and then you wake up to him sneaking out of the room later to go eat.

You feel it when your messages with Yeonjun go from being filled with silly pictures, and videos of some new choreography he’s come up with to read messages and reactions rather than actual responses.

You especially feel it when you come into the dorm when Kai is out to wait for him to get back and sit in the living room to watch whatever’s on and everyone scatters suddenly having other things to do. Or when everyone starts eating out of the dorm instead of begging you to cook or ordering takeout. Or when… yeah, it’s been a lot.

It’s not hard for you and Kai to make a plan to corner the guys and address the tension that’s settled over you all. It took a bit of convincing from Kai because you’re, admittedly, feeling a little rejected. What else are you meant to feel when they go from having you in an intimate way to flat-out ignoring you?

It's a perfect reflection of the talk they gave you and Kai after the movie incident. You and Kai standing in front of them while they're sitting on the couch.

"You guys have been avoiding me."

"No, we haven't. We literally had dinner together yesterday." Beomgyu is right but the dinner was shrouded in silence with them leaving immediately after they finished eating.

"It wasn't the same as it used to be, and you know it." You take a breath before continuing. "Listen, if we... If I made you guys uncomfortable, I'm truly sorry. We don't have to do anything like that again, I just want us to be good again."

"There wasn't anything wrong with what we did. We're just... confused." Taehyun's words are accompanied by his brows furrowing as if he's trying to figure out the answer to a problem. You would probably consider it cute in another situation.

"Confused about what?"

"What you want from this. What you both want from this. Even if we didn't do much, you can't expect us to act as if nothing changed when something did."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Was it just a one-off thing? Are you guys experimenting or something? You went from begging us to leave the dorm for you to have alone time or doing things quietly to fucking in front of us and letting us participate. It's a big change and while we were okay with it, we don't want to push boundaries."

You expect Kai to answer, but he turns to you first.

"Well, I guess experimenting is the best way to put it.”

“So, Kai wants to watch us fuck you?”

“No!” Kai exclaims in answer to Beomgyu's question but then continues in a softer voice with red crawling up his face. “Well, maybe, at some point. But what I mean is, I don’t mind if you want to do that or anything really.”

“Anything like?”

“Anything that y/n is comfortable with. Actually, she should really lead this." All eyes turn to you.

"Um, like Kai said we're okay with me being more intimate with you all if you're okay with that."

“Why?” Taehyun asks, and, really, why does anyone do anything? You don't need to do this with them. You and Kai are as close to perfect as you can be. You shouldn't need to seek anything else, but you are. Is that so bad? Is it selfish? Probably. But you want it and you think they might want it too, so it can't be that bad.

"We don't really have a reason. Just a feeling and we wanted to try it out with you."

“So you guys have an open relationship?”

“No!” Both of you exclaim.

“No, not that there’s anything wrong with that but, ugh, I wouldn’t trust anyone else with y/n the way I do with you guys. So, maybe, but not with anyone else. If that makes sense.”

"It doesn't, but I think we get the gist. What do you want exactly from us?" Soobin asks, and though you've never seen him in the setting yourself, you imagine it's similar to when he's in meetings speaking on behalf of his members. Making sure he knows what's expected so he can make a decision that doesn't make the group fall apart. And, really, this is one of those decisions.

“I want us to be close like we were. And maybe more? It feels kind of selfish but you guys are all so good to me, why wouldn’t I want to be doted on by you?”

“So we get to have you?” Beomgyu's getting excited, shifting forward in his seat.

“Yes, if that’s okay with you all.”

“All of us?”

“Yes. Or no? If any of you don’t want to, you don’t have to, obviously, but I’m okay with it. With you. All of you.”

“Oh.” It’s quiet until the four form a circle and start playing rock, paper, scissors.

“Um…” you and Kai stare awkwardly at them. “What are you doing?”

“Seeing who gets to kiss you first, duh. Use that big brain of yours. Go ahead and prepare yourself.”

“Wait! I want to play, what the hell?!” Kai cries indignantly.

“You get to kiss her all the time, suck it up. Shit. Do you see what you caused?” Beomgyu is out.

“Fuuuuuuuck.” There goes Soobin.

It’s a war of nerves between Taehyun and Yeonjun. They don’t even notice Kai turning you to him and planting a kiss on your lips until a moan leaves you when he bites on your bottom lip.

“Hey! No! That’s cheating!” Beomgyu’s words startle Taehyun out of his thinking and Yeonjun ends up winning the round, jumping up and letting out a screech of victory before pulling you out of Kai’s arms.

“So, you come here often?” Yeonjun brings a hand out to tilt your head up at him with the other making a home on your waist.

You let out a giggle before playing along, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “Sometimes, I haven’t seen you around before though.”

“Well, this may come as a surprise to you, but I do in fact live here.” He’s steadily closing the distance between your faces as he speaks.

“Are you sure?” You tilt your head up until your lips are barely touching. “I swear I would’ve remembered a face as pretty as yours.”

You cut off his screech of ‘you stole my line’ by pressing your lips to his. He freezes for a bit before relaxing and returning the kiss. His lips are soft and plump and taste faintly like a strawberry chapstick you're sure you lost a while back. He squeezes your waist once, twice, before rubbing his tongue gently against your lips to get you to open up for him, which you obviously do.

He pulls you impossibly closer to him and deepens the kiss before a different set of hands wraps around your body and pulls you away.

"Hey! Keep it in your pants, old man! We still haven't gotten to kiss her yet." Beomgyu is holding you against his chest as he shouts.

"I won! I can do whatever I want. It doesn't seem like y/n was complaining about it either!"

"Well, she couldn't with your tongue two miles down her throat," Taehyun interjects smoothly before taking your hand and pulling you away from Beomgyu. He gives you a soft smile before bringing a hand up to your face and caressing your cheek. "This okay?"

"Yes. It's okay, I'm okay." A bright smile rises on his face in response to your words and he brings your lips together in a short, but sweet kiss that leaves you wanting more. You can’t help but lean into him again. He smiles into your next kiss and his free hand moves down to your hip giving it a short squeeze before pulling away. This time he uses the grip he has on you to keep you separated but the look in his eyes is so warm that you don’t doubt you’ll find yourselves in a similar situation soon.

Taehyun has always been a bit reserved with his relationships, wanting them to be known but kept private. Though your situation isn’t anything like that, it makes sense he would want to fall into you away from the prying eyes. You look around for Soobin to see him still sitting on the couch.

“Yah! Choi Soobin don’t make her chase you!”

“I’m not! I just want her to be comfortable. Four first kisses is a lot in one night.”

“Thank you for wanting to make me comfortable, Bin.” You say as you slowly walk over to where he is on the couch, hesitating a bit before straddling his lap. “But I want to kiss you now, is that okay?”

“Yeah, yep. Totally! So okay with me it’s actually insane.” He finishes with a soft smile that is so cute, you can’t help but indulge yourself a little. Leaning down to press a short kiss to each of his dimples and nose before bringing your lips to his. He sighs softly and moves his hands up to your waist, drawing little circles with his thumbs.

You know that this is meant to be a small kiss, something of a marker of the new relationship you’re stepping into with the guys, but the implications of that new relationship are finally catching up with you. Maybe you should've pulled him off the couch to kiss him because this can quickly get out of control. Especially with the way he puts his all into the kiss. The way he’s not even trying to dominate the kiss but going with the flow whether that means you’re leading or him. You can’t help but shift your hips down to meet his. And, oh, the sounds that leave him after that make you want to drag him to your (Kai’s) room and see what other sounds he could make. But you forgot about the people watching.

“As hot as this is, I would like to kiss y/n before I turn fifty.” And with that, a familiar set of hands are wrapping around your waist in an attempt to pull you off Soobin. Too bad, Soobin doesn’t seem to want to let go. Just as you’re starting to wonder how far he’s willing to go with the others as an audience, he pulls away and presses a last peck to your lips before taking his hands off you.

“Hey, you.” Beimgyu says after wrapping your securely in his embrace.

“Hey.” You smile up at him.

“Ready for the best kiss of your life?” Kai lets out a prompt ‘Hey!’ at his words.

“You can try your best.” You challenge.

Rather than responding to your words, he just cradles your face and presses your lips together. It feels like something clicked into place in your mind. There's no doubt in your mind that there is nowhere else you should be than right here surrounded by these five men.

Beomgyu's thumbs rub back and forth across your cheeks as your lips move in tandem. Against your expectations, he does not try to deepen it more than this. He just kisses you as if he has all the time in the world.

When you pull away from Beomgyu, you look around to find five fond smiles turned towards you. You don’t really know where this is going to lead but you trust these men so fully that you know they’ll treat you right. You only hope your heart can handle it.

Step four is “completed”, yippie! I don’t really like this chapter so if you see it updated at some point, mind your business. >:(. If it’s unclear, you and Kai had a talk off-screen about what you wanted. Now we get into the member specific chapters! Guess which member goes with which description! Masterlist

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track 004: the see is calm (before the storm)

A/N: i know i've disappeared for a while but it turns out that second year of college is very different to the first. now finally after two months i've got it under control so hopefully we'll have a semi-regular schedule for now, i'll try to post something every two weeks (on weekends most likely). anyway, this one's not very plot heavy but it's needed for the story, enjoy!

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in which: you've unwillingly become jing yuan's cuddle buddy for his afternoon naps.

warnings: fluff, 700 wc, bad writing lul, established relationship, dialogue-heavy, gn!reader teases a clingy!jing yuan.

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“you cannot keep doing this, jing yuan.”

sitting up to look at the man, your complaint is hushed quickly by the general, who places a hand on your shoulder and pulls you back down into his arms. he wraps himself around you like a vine and you groan at the suffocating sensation. still, jing yuan does not let up, not giving in to your complaints and grumbles as he draws circles on your arm.

“when you messaged me earlier about paying you a visit, i did not anticipate for it to be because you were simply feeling lonely. and clingy,” you sigh and the white-haired laughs.

“then what else?”

“something of value? something that will contribute to the wellness of the luofu?”

“is this not of value?” 

“calling me as your cuddle buddy for your afternoon nap is hardly of value.”

“i object. in fact, i would beg to differ. is the wellbeing of the luofu’s general something to take lightly?”

you huff, turning around in his arms to face him. jing yuan looks at you through half-lidded eyes, fatigue evident in them as he smiles softly. instinctively, your hand reaches to tuck a strand of hair behind of ears and at the graze of your touch, he shuts his eyes, seemingly peaceful and content. 

“flaunting your title, are you?” you ask. “what happened to your humility?”

he’s quick to reply. “gone if it will prevent you from leaving.” 

a smooth talker. your lover, jing yuan, has always had a way with words, laced with carelessness yet drenched in honey, there’s little of him you can resist. even now, you feel your frustration subsiding with one simple comment.

“and why should the general have a few hours of the day just to slack off?” you ask. “your afternoon naps can wait, luofu’s safety shouldn’t.”

“you say that, yet how many centuries of peace have we lived through?”

“why is everything i’m saying only inflating your ego?” then, just to spite him, you pull your hand away and his eyes open at the lack of contact that grounds him to a realm of peace and comfort. immediately missing your warmth, jing yuan finds your wrist and moves it to rest on his face once more. 

you don’t give him the satisfaction, hoping to give him a piece of your mind by once again, retracting your hand out of his hold and his sleepy gaze darkens into something akin to displeasure.

“won’t you indulge in me?” questions the cloud-knight. “i have worked so hard today already, i have been looking forward to taking an afternoon nap.”

“and is that not possible without me?”

he shakes his head with the temperament of a child and a pout to match. what will the court think when they see this side of your feared and revered lover? “ever since you rest with me that day, no, and i will never go back.”

where did his perseverance go?

“you suggest these things as if i am not busy myself. i cannot listen to your every request and demand when i have mountains of work to complete too!”

“i have requested that they be pushed back until later. your schedule has been cleared out for the next few hours.”

“jing yuan!” you exclaim, pushing him away lightly. “you cannot do that!”

“i can, and i have.”

before you can even utter another word, jing yuan has rolled over to lie on top of you, placing half of his weight on you to act as an anchor, effectively preventing you from moving anywhere.

the press of his muscles against you and the tightening of his arms around your torso are like cannonballs against your determination, and considering that he discarded his armour the moment you stepped through the door, it’s only fair if you do the same.

“come on, my love, do you not care for your general?” he asks, borderlining a whine. 

“fine.” you surrender, finally wrapping your arms around him as well. “only because i want him to be at top performance.”

“what about your lover? don’t you wish for any benefits for him too?” 

“he is of lesser importance,” you tease. “in fact, he should suffer for what he puts me through.”

jing yuan chuckles and his laugh reverberates into your heart. “i would hate to be him, then."

"watch yourself, jing yuan."

"of course, anything for you," murmurs the white-haired before he finds purchase in the bend of your neck. surrounded by you, he wordlessly dozes off without a care in the world.

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TRAINING WITH BENEFITS - B. SHELTON

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Pairing: Ben Shelton x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: [18+] explicit content, sexual themes, mature situations, and heavy intimacy.

A/N: so it’s finally here ! you all probably hate me and i’m so sorry for not uploading yesterday as i said i would. i hope you lovelies can forgive me 🤭 anyways, enjoy ! and let me know what you all think cause i tried a different approach ! love y’all x

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Ben’s hand brushed mine again during practice, sending a jolt through me. It wasn’t the first time today—or this week. He knew exactly what he was doing. Every glance, every smile seemed loaded with hidden meaning, a game neither of us had agreed to play, but couldn’t resist. The tension simmered between us, thick and undeniable, building with each move and exchanged look.

His touch brushed my arm again as we adjusted our positions, subtle but enough to make my skin tingle. He didn’t need to say a word; each touch spoke louder than anything. The way he leaned in just a bit too close as we discussed our next move, or the way his breath brushed my ear—soft but deliberate. It felt like we were playing a different game altogether, with one rule: get as close as we could without breaking.

When practice wrapped up, Ben tossed his towel over his shoulder and shot me a sly grin. “Meet me in the locker room?” His gaze lingered on me just a moment longer, and I felt it—he knew I couldn’t say no. Lately, it had become a regular thing, the two of us sneaking away for a quick, heated session in between training. We’d even started calling it “training with benefits,” a playful code for the tension we couldn’t resist. I smirked back, trying to ignore the flutter in my stomach.

You and Ben head to the locker room, knowing exactly what’s about to unfold. The space is quieter now, more intimate, with the usual teasing replaced by something deeper, more heated. His fingers brush your back, sending a spark through you. It’s brief, but the touch lingers, the tension between you both palpable. The last time you were here, he had gone down on you, and now, with the memory of that still fresh, the air feels even thicker, charged with anticipation for what’s next.

Without a word, you both step closer, his hand finding the small of your back, pulling you toward him. His lips crash onto yours—urgent, needy—as your hands move over each other, exploring. He pulls you closer, his touch possessive, and you respond with equal fervor. In the heat of the moment, the world outside the locker room disappears, leaving only the sounds of your breath and the soft thud of hearts racing.

His hands roam your body, gripping you tight, and soon you’re on your knees before him. You look up, meeting his gaze as you move with purpose, and his breath hitches. His hands tug at your hair as you go lower, and his body tenses in response. The tension you’ve both built over the weeks of stolen moments finally snaps, and you both give in, letting everything else fall away.

After everything had settled, you found yourself standing in the quiet of the hotel room, your body still humming with the intensity of what had just happened. You tried to shake it off, but the image of Ben’s hands on you, the way his breath hitched, kept replaying in your mind. Even with the door closed, the lingering heat of his touch seemed to follow you, and it felt like the air itself was charged, waiting for the next move. You couldn’t help but wonder if this was truly over or just the beginning.

Then, your phone buzzed on the bedside table. Ben’s name flashed across the screen.

"Can't stop thinking about you. Wanna come over?"

Before you could even reply, another ding interrupted, another message from him.

"I'm not done with you yet. I wanna return the favor."

Your heart skipped a beat. The butterflies that had been swirling in your stomach all day suddenly intensified. You stared at the message, the words echoing in your head. What now?

The air around you felt charged with possibility. Your mind replayed every detail—the way his hands had gripped you, the feel of him under your touch. The playful banter and subtle teasing on the court seemed like distant memories now, replaced by the electric tension that hung between you both. You glanced down at your phone, fingers hovering over the screen, the decision clear as your pulse raced.

Without wasting another second, you tapped your response, your heart racing as you hit send.

The door clicked shut behind you as Ben pulled you inside, his grin playful but his gaze intense, dark with desire. He leaned in, his breath warm against your ear, sending a thrill through you. He pulled you closer, the air between you charged with anticipation. As you closed the distance, his lips were on yours again, urgent and heated. His hands roamed, sliding down to your waist, pulling you in even closer as the kiss deepened, the tension between you growing with every second.

The heat between you both grew as you made your way to the bedroom, his hands cradling your face, pulling you impossibly closer, while your hands traced the hard lines of his body—up his biceps, down to his abs. His body felt like fire under your touch. You undressed him slowly, every movement deliberate, as his eyes watched you with hunger. When he stood before you, only in his boxers, you paused, taking him in for a moment, the heat of the moment leaving no room for hesitation.

Ben sinks onto the edge of the bed, his legs spread wide, radiating that casual confidence that drives you wild. As you look down at him, a flicker of something catches your attention—he’s hard, and a single heartbeat pulses in your pussy, the air thickening with desire between you. His gaze is intense as he watches you, his hands flat on the bed beside him, palm-down, giving him an even more dominant presence. You can’t help but close the gap between you. He leans toward you, pulling you in with ease, his arms wrapping around you. You kiss him—slow at first, but the urgency builds. His hands squeeze your ass possessively, earning a soft gasp from you as your fingers tangle in his curls, tugging him closer.

You pull away, leaving just enough space between you, your breath ragged as you take a step back. Ben’s gaze follows you, darkening with desire as you start to undress. There’s a teasing smile on your lips, a playful challenge in your eyes as you slowly peel the fabric off, leaving only your underwear. His eyes flicker over you, drinking you in, and then he breathes out, "Damn, you're beautiful." A smile tugged at the corners of your lips, warmth spreading through you as his words hit their mark. But he says nothing more—he doesn’t have to. The unspoken tension speaks louder than anything.

Stepping closer to him, you place a hand on his chest, leaning in just enough to push him back lightly. You climb over him, straddling his lap with ease. The playfulness in your smile never leaves as you continue to push him down, watching as his back hits the mattress with a thud. “Are you going to return the favor, Ben?” you ask, your voice low, teasing, challenging.

Ben’s eyes meet yours, that familiar grin tugging at his lips, but this time there’s no denying what’s about to happen next. He leans in slightly, his voice low and teasing, "With pleasure."

You position yourself above his face, your heart racing as Ben hooks his finger into your underwear, sliding it aside with deliberate ease. He takes in your scent of desire, his gaze darkening with hunger. Ben’s fingers slide through your folds with deliberate care, his touch igniting a fire in your core. “So wet for me,” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing, his eyes locked on yours, dark with desire. The first touch of his mouth on you has your head tilting back in pure pleasure, a soft gasp escaping your lips. His hands roam your body, caressing your thighs, gripping your hips, and sliding up your back, pulling you closer. Your fingers rake through his curls, as you move against his mouth. he moans against you, the vibration jolting through you and making you arch, your hips moving instinctively against his mouth.

As Ben's mouth works against you, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body, you lean back slightly. Your hands move downward, finding the outline of his arousal through his boxers. A teasing smile plays on your lips as you fondle him, applying just enough pressure to make him groan against you. The sound vibrates through your core, making your back arch, the way his hips shift instinctively beneath your touch only fuels your desire. The air between you is thick with tension, each moment more electric than the last.

A breathless whisper escapes your lips, the words tumbling out without thought as waves of pleasure wash over you. “So good, Ben. So good,” you manage, your voice trembling with raw emotion, every syllable laced with the intensity of his touch.

Ben’s mouth continues its relentless work on you, every flick and pull of his lips sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Unable to stay still, your hand slips into his boxers, finding him hard and ready. You fondle him firmly, savoring the sharp intake of breath against you, the vibration of his groan reverberating through your core. His reactions spur you on, each sound a melody that urges your movements.

Taking your time, you free him from the confines of his boxers, wrapping your hand around him. Your strokes are slow at first, deliberate, coaxing more delicious sounds from his lips. His hips subtly shift under your touch, chasing the rhythm you’ve set. After a moment, you lift yourself, the anticipation palpable as you move down, aligning with him. With a shared gasp, you sink onto him, the moment electric as pleasure engulfs you both.

Ben’s head tilts back against the bed, his lips parting into a grin before a deep groan escapes him. “Fuck me. You’re so tight, baby” he breathes, his voice rough and filled with need. His hands instinctively find your waist, gripping firmly, his fingers pressing into your skin as if anchoring himself to the moment. His gaze briefly meets yours, dark and full of desire, before his head falls back again, his grin still lingering, lost in the overwhelming sensation of you. The way his body responds only fuels your movements further.

You move your hips against him, the pressure making him exhale a sharp breath as his gaze burns into you, and he murmurs, "That's it. Good girl," his voice a mix of praise and heat. His fingers slide up to wrap gently around your neck, pulling you closer until your lips collide in a fierce, consuming kiss. When you finally break apart, your breath mingling with his, your fingers finds his chain, and you tug on it lightly, earning a low groan from him. All the while, you continue moving against him, the tension between you mounting.

A tight pit forms in your lower stomach, the familiar heat building as you move against him. You can feel the pressure rising, your body aching for release, and you know Ben is close too. His arms tighten on your waist, his hips bucking uncontrollably beneath you, chasing his own peak. The intensity of it all pushes you to the edge, and you can't hold back any longer. You can feel his desperation, his need, and it only brings you closer to the edge, your heart racing in time with the rhythm between you.

Breathless, you gasp, “I’m so close, Ben.” Your body trembles, the pressure building as you move against him. Ben’s grip tightens, his voice rough when he responds, “Me too, baby” Just before you both reach the edge, he wraps his arms around you, pulling you flush against him, his chest against yours as his breath comes in ragged gasps. As you both finish together, you hear his groans, low and needy, sending a shockwave of pleasure through you. His sounds, those whines of pure ecstasy, make your stomach erupt with butterflies, heightening everything.

You lay in Ben’s arms, both of you intertwined as you struggled to catch your breath. His hold on you was firm yet tender, his thumbs tracing soothing circles on your back. You could feel the steady beat of his heart against yours, the rhythm calming you both as your body still buzzed with the aftermath of everything that had just transpired.

His fingers gently tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear before he pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder. Then, with a fistful of your hair, he tugged your head back just enough to meet your gaze, his eyes dark with desire. His playful grin appeared as he took you in, his intense gaze never leaving you.

“Let’s go again, baby."

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with love always,

kendra

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Top 10 Anime Betrayal | K.Mg

Genre: fluff, est. Relationship

Summary: It's hot news, and you can't help but share it with your boyfriend because Mingyu always loves your stories—top 10 anime betrayal level.

Author note: literally based on a recent experience of mine. I'm done with them凸( •̀_•́ )凸

“I swear this one takes the top spot on my list,” Mingyu giggled, recalling your earlier struggle to articulate what had left you so speechless. You had been fuming, your voice caught somewhere between disbelief and anger, too stunned to say anything coherent when he first asked you what was going on.

“So, now you’re ready?” he teased, leaning back as he observed you intently. He noted that your breaths were steadier, your flushed cheeks had regained their normal color, and the fire in your tone had simmered down, if only just a little.

You nodded, taking a deep breath before starting. Mingyu tightened his hold around your waist, drawing you closer. The two of you were sitting on the couch, your legs draped over his as you straddled his lap, his face inches away from yours. The proximity between you revealed just how eager and passionate you were to share this news.

“I told you about Yunji last night, right?”

Mingyu’s eyes lit up with recognition. Of course, he remembered Yunji—one of your closest friends. She was a sweet girl, full of kindness and patience, but she had unfortunately ended up with a very toxic and manipulative man. Yunji had been dating this guy for five years, and you and your other friend, Dain, had tried numerous times to show her what kind of person he really was—a cheater, a liar, and emotionally abusive.

Mingyu’s jaw had dropped when you first told him about the time Yunji’s boyfriend almost slapped her, and how he always tried to undermine her achievements, belittling her and making her feel small. You had recounted how you confronted Yunji with all the things you’d uncovered about him, only for Yunji to respond with words that had left you devastated. “I don’t know who to believe.”

“She didn’t believe me, babe. It broke my heart,” you’d confided in Mingyu that night, tears of frustration and hurt streaming down your face. Mingyu had held you in his arms for hours, whispering comforting words and stroking your hair until you finally drifted off to sleep, both of you still aching from Yunji’s refusal to see the truth.

Last night, Yunji had texted the group chat in a frenzy, saying she’d finally caught him cheating. She’d found messages on his smartwatch, which he’d accidentally left at her house. You’d been beside yourself with joy and relief. “I can’t believe the time has finally come! Oh my God, I’m so happy!” you’d exclaimed, clutching Mingyu’s arm as you read out the messages. Yunji had said she was going to break up with him for good, and Mingyu, despite being half-asleep, had listened patiently to your excited ramblings, smiling softly as you kissed him goodnight. “I always knew he was a cheater. I’m just glad she’s finally aware now. Thank God you’re not like him, love.”

But now, here you were, with an entirely different expression on your face.

“It was a misunderstanding,” you muttered, the words tasting bitter as they left your mouth.

Mingyu’s brow furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean, honey?”

You let out a frustrated sigh. “The messages weren’t his. They were his brother’s. Apparently, his brother had been using the smartwatch until just yesterday, and the messages got left behind when they switched.”

Mingyu still didn’t get it. “But… they’re still breaking up, right?”

You scoffed, bitterness seeping into your tone. “I wish.”

Mingyu’s eyes widened. “No? Really? She’s staying with him?”

“And you know what she said after all of this?” You paused, glancing at your phone, as if reading her words would make them any less painful. “She said, ‘It was a misunderstanding, and I have to settle everything. Let’s not talk about this for now.’”

Mingyu blinked, sharing your expression of betrayal. “That’s it? After everything you and Dain did for her?”

You shrugged, showing him the last text you’d sent in the group chat. “I told her I’m done with this shit.” Your voice shook as you remembered the sleepless nights and the hours you’d spent worrying about her, all gone to waste. “I told her I’m here for her if she needs company, but if she wants to vent about her sad life with that shitty boyfriend, I’m out.”

Mingyu scanned the message you’d sent, his gaze softening as he looked back up at you. “You did the right thing,” he murmured, pulling you into his chest and wrapping his arms around you. “I know she’s your best friend, but she really discredited you and Dain by saying that.”

“I know,” you mumbled into his neck, fighting back the urge to cry. “I didn’t lose sleep for nothing!” Your voice wavered, your exhaustion seeping through.

Mingyu chuckled softly, rubbing small circles on your back. “Let’s go to sleep, baby. You need to rest. No more thinking about them.”

You lifted your head, nodding with a resigned smile. “Right?! I don’t need to think about them. I don’t have to care anymore. Screw them both. If she needs me, I’ll be there, but I’m not wasting any more energy on this drama.”

With a soft grunt, Mingyu stood up, carefully cradling your body that still clung to his. “Alright, baby girl. Now it’s time for you to get some real rest.”

You hummed contentedly, nuzzling into his neck as he carried you to bed. “I love you…” you whispered.

Mingyu smiled, his heart swelling with warmth as he gazed down at you. “I love you more, love. Now sleep.”

With him holding you close, the weight of betrayal and heartache slowly began to melt away, leaving you cocooned in the safety and comfort of his embrace. And for the first time in days, you felt like you could finally breathe again.