#i was OBSESSED with that song when it came out like even as a kid ive had this audio thing

[rubymariebutler]

✶ 𝟕𝟑 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: american actress and model, y/n butler, takes vogue inside her beautiful palm springs home and answers 73 questions.

pairing: austin butler x fem!reader

faceclaim: none, but yael shelbia to me

tags: age gap (23/33), priscilla actress!reader, marriage, kids, reader and austin are parents of a baby girl and a baby boy, mentions of other celebrities, reader is an elvis defender and a critic of priscilla, here reader and austin won their respective oscars for elvis, austin doesn't really appear here but he's mentioned all the time so

ruby notes: writing this was really fun for me. if you're a priscilla fan, this might not be to your liking, but if you read anyway, i hope you enjoy the reading. this is just reader being obsessed with austin, so maybe everyone will feel identified here lmao

"hey, y/n!" the cameraman greets you as soon as you open the thick wooden door of your palm springs home.

"hi." you greet him animatedly with a sweet smile, bowing your head in a friendly manner.

"i came here to ask you 73 questions very, very quickly."

you nod, stepping aside to let him inside. "okay. 73 questions is a lot, let's see how fast we can do this."

he walks through the door and the camera follows you as you walk naturally, dressed comfortably in a cool, loose-fitting dress. the living room, open, spacious and elegant, is the first thing the camera catches as you enter your home, but you avoid that area for now and the camera follows you into the kitchen.

"what did you do for the first 30 minutes of your day?"

an amused smile forms on your lips and, without stopping your steps, you look at the camera for a moment. "i stayed in bed, hugging my husband like a koala bear."

behind the camera, the cameraman smiles. "well, that sounds pretty comfortable. are all your mornings like that?"

"when neither of us has to work, yes."

"what gets you out of bed?"

"my kids. if they weren't there, i'd stay in bed with my husband for the rest of the day."

"what do you usually do on lazy days?" he asks you, moving a little away from you to circle the island.

"not leave the house. i just stay in bed, with my husband and kids."

"what's keeping you busy these days?"

"being a wife and mom." you reply, laughing. "that's a full-time job." you say as you head to the fridge to pull out a pitcher of cold water and pour into a glass.

"thank you." he says to you, across the marble island, as you set the glass of water down in front of him. "what's the most exciting thing in life right now?"

"being a wife and a mom." you laugh again.

"why did you and austin name your daughter alyssa?"

you open your mouth and smile, excited. "oh my god, i love this question." you squeal, excited. "well, i'm a huge fan of the universe of a song of ice and fire, and one of my favorite characters is princess alyssa targaryen. austin loved it, so we decided that would be our baby's name, even though he calls her lyssa."

"like lisa marie?"

you shake your head. "no. like lyssa drak."

"what's your favorite character from a song of ice and fire?"

"rhaenyra targaryen." you reply, putting the pitcher of water back in the fridge.

"we'll talk about your daughter." he says, to which you nod with a smile. "let's talk about your son now. his name is elvis, we all know why, but who decided on that name?"

you blink and take a breath, before answering. "it was a mutual decision, actually. we both liked that name and were fine with our son being called that, but it was lisa marie who started it all. before she passed away, we told her the news that i was pregnant again and she said she would love our son to be named after her father. and.... well, she didn't get to meet him, but i'm sure she would have loved him."

"elvis is a great name."

"it is." you reply, laughing and nodding.

"what's the movie you've worked on that you're most fond of?"

"i love all the movies i've worked on. oppenheimer and dune were amazing, but elvis will always have a special place in my heart." you approach him again, looking into the camera with a knowing smile. "i don't think i need to tell you why."

"surely not." he answers you, because no, you don't need to say anything, everyone knows why elvis is so special. "speaking of elvis, priscilla presley and sofia coppola wanted you to bring the king's wife back to life in her biopic. why didn't you?"

"creative differences." you answer flippantly, as if it was no big deal, even though it was at the time.

you had already read priscilla's book, and no, you weren't happy with all the lies written there, but it was reading the script for her movie that made you distance yourself; you wanted nothing to do with it.

"if you had played priscilla again, this time in her movie, do you think you could have won another oscar?"

"we'll never know." you say with a smile, shrugging.

"of all the roles you've played, which is your favorite?"

"cassiopeia." you answer immediately, without hesitation. cassiopeia, your character in dune 2, is your favorite, by far. "she's so sensual and mysterious and a girl boss. i love her."

"you have two movies coming out soon, but is there a new genre you'd like to work in or a character you'd like to play?"

"i want to do something horror." you clasp your hands together, interlocking your fingers. "i love horror, it's my favorite genre, and i'd really like to work on something like that."

"do you have any favorite horror movies?"

"talk to me and ready or not."

"i think you'd make a great scream queen."

you squeal excitedly, still smiling. "i think so too!"

"of the movies you're working on that are coming out, which one are you most looking forward to?"

"all of them." you start moving to get out of the kitchen. he circles the isle to follow you. "eddington and caught stealing are brilliant films and i'm excited for the world to be able to see and enjoy them. and i work on both with my husband, so that makes it even more exciting."

"what's the best thing about being married to someone who shares your profession?"

"understanding, probably. being inside the same world, we understand things and situations that a person outside of this job wouldn't be able to understand very easily."

"you're quite wise."

you smile at the camera, sweet and excited. "thank you, i learned that from my husband and pinterest." he laughs.

he laughs. "i read phrases on pinterest too and use them to give advice, so i'm not gonna judge you. other than elvis, you and austin have worked together on four movies. how easy is that?"

"actually, it makes everything easier." you respond with a smile. the camera follows you as you walk into the living room and sit on the big L-shaped couch. "for everything. i mean, putting aside that all of our characters are romantically related and our chemistry is natural, it's... the presence of each other, you know... just knowing that austin is there, it makes me feel comfortable and safe. working with him makes everything easier, in every way."

"how does it feel to have so much chemistry with your husband, that directors ask to have them in their movies together?"

you feel your cheeks warm, and you don't have to look in the mirror to know you're blushing. "well, it's certainly very flattering."

"we know you're a big fan of lana del rey. what are your top 5 favorite songs?"

"mmm..." you hum, staring at the ceiling for a moment, before looking back at the camera. "young and beautiful, cinnamon girl, video games, million dollar man and religion."

"best concert you've ever been to?"

"blackpink at l.a in 2023."

"and if you had to pick one girl from blackpink, who would it be?"

"rosé."

"best song to sing in the shower?"

"stay a little longer by rosé."

"beautiful house, by the way. what's your favorite thing about it?"

"living in it." you answer his question simply, standing up to walk over to the vinyl shelf, with a record player located just below it.

"well, woah, that sure is a great vinyl collection."

"do you like it?" you ask him with a smile, pulling out an elvis vinyl.

"it's awesome. what's your favorite elvis song?"

"can't help falling in love." you reply, putting the record on the turntable. "it's a very special song to austin and me, so it's my number one."

"would you mind telling us a little bit more about it?"

"it was the song that was playing when we first kissed, and austin always sings it for me there." you point to the piano located in the middle of the living room.

"that's very romantic."

"it is." you reply, stepping through the large transparent doors that lead to the garden.

"where did you grow up?"

"brooklyn. i was born and raised there, until i was 17."

"what's the most american thing about you?"

"probably that my favorite food is pizza." you laugh, frowning, as you walk past the side of the pool. "it's the least american thing, but it's the most american thing about me."

"you could eat pizza every day for the rest of your life?"

"absolutely."

"what would be the perfect date for you?"

"dinner here." you reply, gesturing around you as you sit in one of the armchairs located in the garden.

"that's it?"

"believe it or not, yes. i'm not a high maintenance woman. of course, there has to be good wine."

"your husband is austin butler."

a proud smile tugs at your lips. "yeah, he is."

"what's one thing people don't know about him?"

"he loves making paper roses with alyssa."

"well, isn't that sweet? for those who don't know, how did you guys meet?"

"we met in 2019, thanks to elvis. he had been cast to play elvis presley and i was cast to play priscilla, his wife."

"we know that elvis was complicated for both of you for certain reasons. have you and austin moved on from that situation?"

that situation. well, it was certainly very difficult; of all the cases of actors being consumed by their roles, you didn't think you and austin would be added to the list. but you were, and it was hell. your countenance changes for a moment, but you immediately smile again.

"we're still working on it, but we're doing much better." is all you say.

"are there any habits of his that you've picked up?"

you purse your lips. "sleep with a watch on my wrist."

"did he pick up any habits from you?"

you let out a laugh. "no."

"who cooks at home?"

you don't respond verbally, but point to yourself.

"you like to cook, then?"

"i love it." you respond with a smile, nodding. "when i was a kid, i remember always hanging out in the kitchen, helping mom with the food because i was genuinely interested and really liked it. so yeah, i'm the one who cooks. austin cooks pretty well, too, but whenever he tries to help, i tell him to get out of my kitchen."

"if you weren't an actress, what would you be?"

"chef."

"i think you'd be a great chef."

"would you go to my restaurant?" this time you ask.

"all the time."

"you should come over for dinner one of these days, you know?"

"i'd be delighted."

you wrinkle your nose. "this video is going to be long because of me, isn't it?"

"we like listening to you, to be honest, so it's okay. what's the best thing about being a mom?"

"my kids."

"what's the best thing about being a wife?"

"my husband." you answer, laughing. you don't need to specify anything; the best thing about being a wife and mom are literally the reasons you are a wife and mom. you love your babies and you love austin, so you doubt there's much more to say.

"you became a mom very young, you were eighteen. how hard was that?"

"mmm..." you hum thoughtfully, pursing your lips as you stare at the lawn. "i'd say it was about as hard as a pregnancy usually is. i don't think my age made things harder, my pregnancy was normal, just like the second one, and austin was by my side the whole time, every step of the way, so, in fact, i think it was even easier than it could be."

you avoid mentioning that yes, it was complicated, but not for the reasons people would think, but that you were both confused and fucked up in the head and elvis was there. and yes, austin calls your daughter lyssa, but not because of some stupid comic book character. people don't have to find out, anyway, so who cares.

"are you and austin planning on having more kids or do you want to stop at two?"

you shake your head, smiling slightly sweetly. "we want more." you tell him, remembering all the times austin has told you he wants more babies, and god, you love seeing him with your babies in his arms, so there's no way you're denying him more children.

"marvel or dc?"

"marvel."

"what's your favorite marvel character?"

"spider-man." you shrug. "is there another option? i don't think so."

"favorite fictional couple?"

"ed and lorraine warren." you answer immediately, a smile inevitably tugging at your lips. "god, they're beautiful, i really love them. for me, the spell is romance movies and i'm happy thinking this way."

"who's the most fashionable woman that you know?"

"rosé." you reply, smiling again.

"you've been a frequent guest at the met gala since 2022. of all the ones you've attended, which would be your favorite?"

"2022, because austin was there."

"as a saint laurent ambassador, what do you like most about this brand?"

"the elegance. it's such a natural elegance and so fresh, i think it's become a characteristic of saint laurent."

"heels or sneakers?"

"heels."

"what's the accessory you can't leave the house without?"

you don't answer verbally. instead, you show your hand to the camera and wiggle your fingers, letting the camera focus on your wedding ring.

"who's the most fashionable man that you know?"

"my man." you laugh as you answer the question. "it's not just that he dresses well, but that he really takes the time to decide what to wear. i like that about him. we're so alike in that way."

"who is the person you admire the most?"

"my husband."

"what do you admire most about your husband?"

"everything." you answer simply, shrugging your shoulders. "his intelligence, his wisdom, his patience, his patience, his perseverance, his perseverance, his determination, his determination, his talent, his empathy, his vision for everything and everyone... i could go on and on." you wave your hand, laughing.

"well, that's a long list." he laughs. "is there anything you've learned from austin in all the years you've been together?"

"everything, i think. everything i know, he's taught me." you blink, remembering, and shrug as you continue talking. "one of the things i love most about austin, is that when i make a mistake, any kind, or do something wrong or don't achieve what i wanted, he just sits me down with him or hugs me and comforts me, you know...he tells me it's okay, that it's just a mistake, that he's proud of me and he always finds solutions for everything and helps me, in everything. he's a dream."

"ah! you two are really lovely, no wonder why you're one of hollywood's most loved couples. is there any activity you like to do together?"

"reading." you give him a tight-mouthed smile, remembering all the books you've read and finished thanks to this little habit you both picked up. "we both love to read, and we especially like to do it before bed. it's like a little routine we have."

"do you have a favorite book that you both enjoy reading?"

"austin doesn't have any favorites, but we both love to read 1984 and the odyssey."

"what's your favorite book?"

"right now? fire and blood. it really has nothing to do with the books austin and i read." you laugh. "it's totally different, but it works for me. i like it, it's my favorite."

"do you like reading fantasy a lot?"

you tilt your head, looking at the camera. "i prefer to read horror, to be honest, but when i read a fantasy book, that book becomes my new obsession."

"is there a book you carry everywhere you go?"

"not physically, but i have a lot of books downloaded on my phone, so yes; right now i'm rereading fire and blood for the third time."

"oh, wow!" he exclaims, making you laugh with flushed cheeks. "your obsession is serious, i see."

"my obsession with something only goes away when i become obsessed with something else. of course, that doesn't apply to my husband.

"you and austin look very exercised. do you work out together?"

you nod at his question. you and austin work out together every day, him doing his routines and you doing yours; when you're not working, of course. sometimes you spend weeks apart and have to do your respective routines without each other's presence, which frankly you find depressing. it's not the same working out alone, as it is with austin; watching him, seeing his body, watching his hands, his muscles flex, and always ending up fucking in the shower.

"usually, yes." you smile, remembering how especially rough he is when he fucks you after working out. "we work out together."

"what's your favorite exercise?"

"pilates." you say immediately.

"we know you also do ballet. do you like it?"

"i love ballet."

"since when do you do ballet?"

you squint your eyes, remembering. "mmm... since i was a baby. i was 3 or 4 years old when i started going to ballet classes, and i haven't stopped since."

"would you have liked to be a professional dancer? you know, perform in theaters."

"no." your quick answer makes them both laugh. "but maybe you'll see me being a dancer in some movie, who knows?" you shrug. "maybe a possessed dancer."

"i'd love to see that, and i'm sure your fans would too. if you could travel back in time, what year would you go to?"

"none. i'm doing just fine here."

"who is your biggest inspiration?"

"my husband."

"who's your favorite actor?"

"my husband." you answer again, laughing. by this point, you feel like you're talking more about austin, than anything else. not that it bothers you, anyway. austin is and always will be your favorite topic of conversation.

"who's your favorite actress?"

"natalie portman, probably. i loved her in black swan."

"for you, who is hollywood's most iconic couple?"

you wrinkle your nose, looking at him instead of the camera. "shit, that's too hard. i have no idea." you end up laughing.

"if you could give an oscar nomination to a person who has not been nominated for an oscar, who would it be?"

"margaret qualley." you answer immediately, without a second's hesitation.

"wow, that was fast."

a light chuckle erupts from your throat and you throw your head back, laughing. "i know, i think i've been waiting for that question my whole life."

"if you could give the oscar to someone who was already nominated, but didn't win, who would it be?"

"demi moore."

he laughs. "i see you have your thoughts straight."

"i mean, demi deserved that oscar, you know? mikey too, she's a very talented woman, but demi has my heart. i loved her in the substance and, overall, i think she's such a talented and poised actress. it's a shame. but i'm sure her time will come. it was mikey's turn this time, she was exceptional in annora."

"and lastly, possibly the most important question." he pulls back a little so the camera catches your outfit; an elegant loose-fitting dress that doesn't highlight your curves or show off your stomach. "there are a lot of rumors that you're pregnant. is it true?"

you smile broadly, letting out a slight nasal giggle. you run your hands across your stomach, clinging your dress to your body, revealing a slight curve in your belly, a tiny baby bump.

"do i look like i am?"

oh, the fans will go crazy.

[rudeboimonster]

welp. i apparently played a trick on myself or something. got asked to recommend a specific kind of older electronic music by a friend. remembered one album i had on fucking loop as a kid, and refound one of my favorite songs from it. like, whenever i was on a computer, i'd pull a specific danny phantom amv up with that song just to listen to and nothing else for a month straight (note: this is like pre 2007 youtube so i manually had to loop).

anyways relistening to the song ONCE! ONCE!!! has it now be on loop on my head again for the first time in likely 15 years.

[ilovolderman]

Girlfriend For The Weekend

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: You offer to be Bucky Barnes’ girlfriend for a weekend wedding—and he says yes.

Word Count: 996

Warnings: fluff, fake dating, mutual pining, some tension (maybe?) and soft moments, no explicit content

A/N: just some fake dating plot that came to my mind while listening to Garden of Eden by Lady Gaga (i'm so obsessed with it btw) so if you feeling like playing it while reading i think it fits just right. hope you like it :)

You didn’t mean for it to happen.

Or maybe you did. Maybe some reckless part of you—the one that always showed up when Bucky Barnes looked at you a second too long—was hoping something would shift that night. Hoping the playful back-and-forth would crack into something messier, warmer, sweeter.

But even you weren’t expecting this.

The mission had wrapped, the rest of the team scattered, and somehow you’d ended up in Bucky’s room at the safehouse, both of you still wearing your tactical gear, dirt and adrenaline clinging to your skin. It started with a drink, then another, then music low in the background and your knees touching his on the edge of the bed.

Bucky was complaining about having to show up at Sarah’s wedding. Actually, you were only half-listening to him. There was something about the way he was looking at you that made it harder to focus on what he was saying.

“I mean, I like Sarah and the kids… But there’s this thing about weddings… Just couples everywhere. And you know Sam, he will force me to go. Just to stand there. Weirdly alone and single.”

You wanted to blame the alcohol in your system, but the way he was looking at you was much more intoxicating. So before you could even realize it, it was too late—the words were already coming out of your mouth. Half a joke, half a dare.

“I could be your girlfriend. For the weekend.”

When he agreed, you thought he was taking it as a joke. But when he sent you a text the next day asking what time he could pick you up, you swear your heart almost skipped a beat.

And there you were, standing in a fancy dress that night—even wearing high heels. The minute you heard the knock on your door, you knew it was him.

You had to try a little too hard not to fall in your heels when you saw him. I mean, you saw each other almost every day, but nothing could’ve prepared you for Bucky Barnes in a fucking suit, standing in front of you.

You had to blink twice to make sure you weren’t hallucinating.

Because wow.

He looked good. Not just handsome—he was always that—but this was something else entirely. Sharp suit, dark blue shirt with the top button undone, his hair slicked back just enough to look like he didn’t care. And the smirk he gave you? Yeah, that didn’t help.

“You clean up nice, doll,” he said, eyes flicking down over your dress before quickly coming back to meet yours. Respectful. But not too respectful.

You rolled your eyes to cover the way your stomach flipped. “You don’t look so bad yourself. I almost didn’t recognize you without the tactical gear and dirt.”

He offered his arm like a goddamn gentleman. “Shall we?”

And you went. Like it was the most normal thing in the world. Like your heart wasn’t hammering in your chest every time his hand brushed yours. Like the way he leaned in to whisper jokes during the reception wasn’t making your knees weak. Like the world hadn’t tilted just a little on its axis the moment you said those words: I could be your girlfriend.

It should’ve been easy. A game. Something to laugh about later. But every time he touched the small of your back, or looked at you across the room with that glint in his eye, something in you shifted. Something unspoken but loud, loud enough to drown out the music and the chatter and every voice in your head telling you not to fall.

And then the slow song started.

You were sipping something sparkly—champagne or maybe just expensive apple juice in disguise—when Bucky appeared at your side, hand extended and a smirk playing on his lips like he already knew you’d say yes.

“C’mon, sweetheart. Can’t have my fake girlfriend sitting alone during a slow song. People will talk.”

You raised an eyebrow, feigning annoyance. “And what will people say?”

“That I’m a bad boyfriend,” he said, a little too smoothly. “We can’t have that, can we?”

You let him lead you onto the dance floor, your hand slipping into his like it had done it a hundred times before. The space between you disappeared slowly, naturally—your hands on his shoulders, his on your waist. That warm pressure again. Grounding. Dangerous.

“You’re really committing to the bit,” you murmured, trying not to stare at his mouth when he smiled.

He leaned in, voice low and teasing against your ear. “What can I say? I’m a method actor.”

You huffed a laugh, even as your pulse spiked. “Remind me to never let you fake date me again. You’re setting unrealistic standards.”

“Is that so?” he asked, tilting his head like he was genuinely curious. “What part’s unrealistic? The dancing? The suit? Or the fact that I haven’t taken my eyes off you all night?”

Your breath caught, just for a second. He noticed. Of course he did.

“I thought you were supposed to be acting,” you said quietly, but the words came out softer than you meant them to.

“I am,” he said. Then his gaze dropped to your lips, lingered, and rose again. “Unless I’m not.”

You didn’t respond. Couldn’t. Because your brain was short-circuiting under the weight of his stare and the press of his fingers at your waist and the way your body already knew how to sway with his like you were built to fit there.

The song ended. You didn’t move.

Neither did he.

Someone bumped into you from behind, laughing, pulling you both back into reality. But even as you stepped apart, the spell didn’t break—it just hung there between you, buzzing like static in the air.

“Careful,” you said, swallowing hard as you tried to find your voice again. “You’re gonna make me think this isn’t fake.”

He smiled, soft and unreadable. “Maybe it doesn’t have to be.”

[impossibleheartflower]

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[5sospenguinqueen]

Espresso | Max Verstappen x Singer! Reader

Summary: Despite going back to his relationship with Kelly, Max can’t stop thinking about you. Every night. It certainly doesn’t help that you keep cropping up in the McLaren garage.

Warnings: softcore angst? Swearing. A pining man 

Requested: yes by many of you on the previous part 

Facelaim: Sabrina Carpenter (she was used on the last one and yes, she's used a lot but I stole her song and her job so I'm also stealing her face)

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this will end up having 4 parts total. they're planned but not fully written

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yn_ln what do you do when you get woken up at 2am and can’t get back to sleep? write a song espresso is out now 

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user1 is this what the kids call a soft launch? is she seeing someone?

user2 okay but who is the guy reflected in her sunglasses? a new beau perhaps?

alexandrasaintmleux i don’t know what’s hotter. the song or the body 

→ francisca.cgomes the men in the video

→ pierregasly i can see this

user3 at least we know this new guy is dicking her down good 

user4 why do i feel like this is about max?

→ user5 why tf would it be about max? it’s a fun song about fucking all night

→ user4 because it feels teasing. like, he’s with someone else but can’t stop thinking about yn

→ user6 i’m with user4. maybe she’s trying to throw us off?

landonorris the sun looks bright in that pic

→ user7 uh oh. norizz is alive and well everyone 

user8 does this mean max keeps contacting her? 

user9 max is 100% messaging her at 1am saying how he misses her 

user10 i need a camera in max and kelly’s house when they first heard this 

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yn_ln i know i mountain dew it for ya (although, most of these had vodka) tagged: alexandrasaintmleux, francisca.cgomes

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user11 she looks like a hot librarian

→ user12 i‘d let her help me with my homework

user13 red bull admin is a canon yn stan

francisca.cgomes hot girls do bottomless brunch

→ alexandrasaintmleux maybe they shouldn’t. i still can’t find my left shoe

→ yn_ln i have it

user14 i bet the debrief was piping hot 

→ user15 oh to be in a gossip sesh with yn, kika and alex 

charles_leclerc stay away from my girlfriend. she came home drunk ranting about how much she loved you and the colour of your hair 

→ pierregasly and mine wouldn’t stop talking about how pretty your eyes are and how good you smell

→ yn_ln i have unbelievable rizz 

user16 i’d let yn step on me

→ yn_ln and i won’t even charge you 

user17 max fumbled so bad 

landonorris who’s that cute blonde?

→ yn_ln oscar isn’t in this post??

→ user18 i don’t think he was talking about oscar, hun

→ yn_ln why would he publicly embarrass his boyfriend like this?

→ oscarpiastri i hate you 

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f1wags not even 6 weeks after reconciling, max verstappen and kelly piquet were caught arguing 

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user1 can they just stay broken up this time??

→ user2 i love max but i’m fed up now 

user3 yet you’ve not got any pics of it? why all the old lovey dovey pics of them

→ user4 the pics are all over twitter. i think f1wags chose not to post them because max looks like he’s trying not to cry in them, and f1wags has always been nice towards the drivers

user5 why is no one talking about the fact that both verstappencom and shortnsweet liked this??? 

→ user6 the fact that their teams are so desperate for them to be together that they’re publicly rooting for kelly’s demise 

user7 i’ve seen the clip on twitter and i wanna know why she’s yelling at him so aggressively 

→ user8 i bet it’s cause he’s been all up in yn’s likes 

→ user9 yeah but so is she 

→ user10 you’d think their relationship would be strengthened by their shared obsession with yn 

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mclaren just posted

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mclaren papaya party it wouldn’t be a maiden win celebration without some celebs. guess who got to hear espresso live 

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yn_ln why is lando’s hand like that? he’s not a ken doll 

→ landonorris i’m the barbie. you’re the ken

→ yn_ln you wish you were the barbie. you don’t have barbie energy

→ oscarpiastri i’m confused

→ yn_ln you’re an alan 

→ landonorris you take that back! 

→ user11 does this mean lando and yn saw barbie together?

→ oscarpiastri yes and they left me back at the mtc 

user12 not all the wags liking a mclaren post 

→ user13 it’s the power of yn

user14 lando and yn’s interactions give me life 

user15 i love how mclaren’s engagement has increased since yn started commenting on everything

→ user16 they’ve become more enjoyable since she became a fan 

user17 okay but she looks so good in orange

→ redbullracing except she was meant to be in navy

user18 her and lando make such a cute couple

→ landonorris ew no

→ yn_ln ew no. besides, you guys told me she was with oscar. i can’t break that up

→ oscarpiastri @/mclaren can we ban her from the garage?

→ lilyzneimer no! 

→ mclaren no! 

→ landonorris @/yn_ln i know i said no but why did you say no?

user19 guys, max liked and unliked this 

user20 mv1 fans, i think we’ve lost her 

landonorris posted a new story

yn_ln replied still serving cunt though 

maxverstappen1 replied is that yn?

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requests open

coming next; oscar piastri. rivals to teammates to more

tell my why i lowkey feel bad posting this after the pregnancy announcement. i mean, i still don’t like kelly but i wish them every happiness for a safe and healthy delivery.

there will be NO lando x yn in the next two parts 

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[dakusan]

J u s t F r o m T h i s

stray kids ot8 x reader | you said “i could cum just from this.” they made sure you did.

🖤 synopsis: You said it once—soft, trembling—“I could cum just from this.” From the sound of his voice. The weight of his stare. The tension in his thigh beneath yours. You didn't mean for them to hear it. But they did. And now, they won’t let you forget it. Each of them takes your body like it’s an oath. A power play. A performance. You are worshipped. You are undone. And pleasure? It comes in eight different forms of obsession.

💌a/n: it came. the skz tamagotchi. took its sweet time—now it just sits there. unhatched. staring at me like it knows what i wrote. like it’s judging the fact that i turned one line into eight different kinds of destruction. shoutout to @cybergracie for the prompt. you lit the match. i burned the house down. p.s. if you’ve ever given me a prompt and i end up writing it… i will message you to ask if i can tag you. p.p.s. the song is Phantom’s Touch by VX. click it, or don’t.

⚠️warnings: NSFW (18+) — body worship, overstimulation, edging, powerplay, teasing, praise kink, voice kink, thigh riding, light degradation, orgasm control, implied overstim/crying kink, fingering, face sitting, dom!skz energy, possessiveness, sensory play, emotionally manipulative tenderness™, no actual smut penetration but still feral, all 8 of them are dangerous in different ways, you said it. they proved it.

🎶now playing: "Phantom Touch" — VX

📍credits: dividers by @cafekitsune

BANG CHAN // 방찬

🖤 the “this” = his voice. Low. Rough. That honey-dipped, accented murmur that melts into your skin. He's not touching you—yet. Just speaking. And it ruins you.

1. The moment it slips out. Your breath hitches. His words ghost across your ear. It’s slow and warm and just filthy enough to make your thighs press together.

You gasp,

“I could cum just from this.”

He pauses. Smiles like sin. “Is that right, angel? Just from my voice?” His hand tightens on your waist. You’re in danger.

2. A challenge, not a compliment. You meant it as an overwhelmed moan. But to him, it’s a provocation.

He leans closer, lips brushing your jaw—not kissing, just hovering.

“Then don’t move. Don’t touch. Let’s see if you really can.”

The room feels like velvet and heat. He whispers. You tremble.

3. The studio voice. You make the mistake of visiting him at the studio. He plays a raw vocal cut, and you’re already melting in your seat. He notices.

“I haven’t even said anything dirty yet, baby.”

Later, you’re bent over the soundboard while he whispers filth behind you like it’s a love song. His voice? Wrecks you.

4. His voice in your inbox. Nighttime voice notes. Always when you’re alone. Always dangerous.

“Slide your hand down for me. Slowly. Don’t cum until I say your name.”

You do as you’re told. You always do. Because his voice is home and ruin in the same breath.

5. The aftermath. You cum. Hard. Just from his voice. No hands. No mouth. Just that low, growled praise that lives under your skin.

You’re wrecked. He’s smug.

“Next time? I won’t be so gentle.”

And you want that.

Lee Know // 리노

🖤 the “this” = his fingers. Long, elegant, deceptively gentle. Not even inside you—just teasing. Just tracing. Slow circles on the inside of your thigh, or featherlight strokes over your clothed heat.

You're panting. You whisper, “I could cum just from this.”

And he freezes. Lifts an eyebrow.

“Is that so?”

1. He doesn’t stop. He slows down. Minho’s fingers are maddening. Not fast. Not rough. Just intentional. He finds a spot—one that makes you twitch—and stays there until you’re whimpering.

“You’re already trembling. You’re that sensitive, baby?”

2. Just over your panties. He’s not even under your clothes yet. Just rubbing the softest circles over damp lace. Never increasing the pressure. Just enough.

“You want more?” “Beg for it. Or cum like this.”

Your mind? Gone. Your pride? With it.

3. The rhythm. Minho’s a dancer. He knows tempo. He knows exactly how to drag his knuckles down your ribs, how to match your breath with the flick of his wrist.

It’s not just fingering—it’s orchestration. And you? You’re a string he plays with cruel precision.

4. Smug little comments. He says them so casually, it’s infuriating.

“Didn’t even have to fuck you.” “My fingers make you lose your mind, and I’ve barely done anything.” “Pathetic.”

And yet, the way he whispers “good girl” right after has you cumming so hard you see stars.

5. The aftermath. You’re collapsed on his chest, legs still shaking. He’s lazily playing with your hair, unbothered.

“So dramatic. Just from my fingers?” “You’re lucky I like ruining you.”

You’re addicted. And he knows it.

Changbin // 창빈

🖤 the “this” = his mouth. Not just what it does—but how he uses it. Kisses that get messy, lips that trail down your body like he’s worshipping you, filthy things whispered into skin he’s already marked.

You moan out, “I could cum just from this,” and Changbin looks up from between your legs like he’s about to ruin your life.

“Then do it. Right now. Cum for me, baby.”

1. His mouth never stays still. He's licking, kissing, sucking just enough to bruise, then pulling back to let you whimper from the loss. He alternates between featherlight and desperate. And he makes sure you feel everything.

2. Tongue game = lethal. You think he's just teasing with soft kisses… and then suddenly? He flattens his tongue and groans into you like he needs it just as bad.

Your legs lock around his head. He smiles.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Ride my face—go on.”

3. Verbal filth while he’s eating you out. He’ll pull back just to say:

“You taste so good, fuck.” “You could cum just like this? From my mouth alone? Then give it to me.” “Make a mess on my tongue, baby.”

You’re shaking before he even goes back in.

4. Holds you down. He uses his strength to your disadvantage. One arm wrapped around your thigh, holding you open. You’re trying to squirm—he won’t let you.

“You’re not going anywhere ‘til you cum on my mouth. Understand?”

You understand nothing. Your brain is static.

5. After you cum— You’re trembling. Breathless. Mind blank.

He doesn’t stop.

He groans, tongue slower now, teasing your sensitivity. Just enough to make you twitch again.

“Told you. My mouth wrecks you.” “One more, baby. Be good and give me another.”

He doesn't stop until you’re crying into the pillow.

Hyunjin // 현진

🖤 the “this” = the way he looks at you while he touches you like art. You’re already overstimulated—because he’s been softly caressing every inch of your body like he’s painting you with his hands, and the way he holds your gaze while doing it? It's ruinous.

1. The eye contact is intense. You’re beneath him, vulnerable, and he’s watching you. Not with lust—with reverence. Like you’re a masterpiece falling apart beneath his hands.

When you say it—“I could cum just from this”— he just whispers,

“Then fall apart, my love.”

2. Every touch is deliberate. He's tracing the dip of your waist, the swell of your hip, the curve of your lips. Not rushing. Just soaking you in. As if the act of touching you gently is holier than sex itself.

You’re crying and he’s barely touched your core.

“You feel this? This is what worship feels like.”

3. The slow burn is unbearable. No thrusting. No fingering. Just his hands on your skin. His lips on your collarbone. His eyes never leaving yours. Your body is arching into every whisper-soft graze, chasing the heat.

You tell him you could cum—just from this.

He believes you. And then he pushes you there.

4. The aftermath is ethereal. You're shaking, tears in your lashes, chest heaving.

He kisses your forehead like you just survived something divine.

“You’re so beautiful when you let go.” “You don't need anything but me.”

And it’s true. Because when Hyunjin touches you like this— you don’t even remember your name.

5. The artist returns. The next morning, he sketches you in bed. Your flushed face. The way you looked right before you shattered. You ask what he’s drawing.

He says, “Your divinity.”

Han // 한

🖤 the “this” = his voice… but specifically? His moans. His whimpers. The messy, desperate sounds he makes when he’s so turned on he forgets how to breathe. You hear that and your body betrays you.

1. He’s LOUD. He’s the type to curse, whine, beg while rutting into the mattress because you’re just watching him, thighs clenched.

When he hears you whisper “I could cum just from this,” he stares at you, wide-eyed, panting.

“Wait—you like this? My sounds? Shit—keep watching, baby.”

2. Makes you listen. He records voice memos when he’s needy. Moans your name. Tells you what he’s doing. And then sends it. You’re at work. Or on the train. And now you’re suffering.

“Fuckfuckfuck, I’m thinking about your mouth again—ahhh—baby, I need you so bad—”

You’ve cum from just one voice note. You’re not okay.

3. Moaning in your ear. He’s a whimpering mess when he’s close—breathy “fuck”s and half-formed pleads slipping out between kisses. But when he realizes it gets you off?

He amps it up on purpose.

“You’re squeezing me so tight—ahhh, babe—fuck—gonna cum—ahh, don’t stop—“

You're done for. You cum first.

“No hands? You came just from my voice? That’s so hot. You’re so hot. I’m gonna—fuck—“

4. Accidentally made you cum while overstimmed. He was already sensitive, trembling, twitchy—and moaning through every movement. You were overstimulated too, on round three. He begged so sweetly, voice cracking from pleasure—

And you came. Again. Just from hearing him.

He panicked.

“Wait—did you just—? FROM ME?” “That’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

5. The afterglow is chaos. You’re breathless, dazed. He’s giggling and flopping over your body like a broken ragdoll.

“So… my moans are your kink? I should record an album.” “I’ll title it: Moanography Vol. 1* You threaten him with a pillow. He moans at that too.

Felix // 필릭스

🖤 the “this” = his voice— But not dirty talk. Not begging. It’s the way he murmurs soft, loving things in his deep, velvety bedroom voice. The contrast between his sweet words and that unholy bass tone is what wrecks you.

1. His voice wraps around you like a blanket. You’re lying in bed, half-dressed, flushed. He’s barely even touched you—just holding your hips gently, forehead against yours, whispering things like:

“You’re so beautiful when you fall apart for me.” “I love the way you react to my touch.” “I haven’t even done anything yet.”

You whine, breath stuttering— “I could cum just from this…”

He groans softly.

“Then be good and let it happen, angel.”

2. He’s all about connection. Felix doesn’t fuck you—he makes love to you like it’s a religion. Every kiss is reverent. Every touch intentional. But the moment he leans close and whispers something soft and filthy?

“You’d fall apart just from my voice? That’s so sweet. Let me take care of you.”

You’re done.

3. ASMR IRL. He reads to you. Whispers in your ear when you cuddle. Tells you what he’s going to do to you while brushing your hair back gently.

“You’re going to cum just from hearing me? My good girl. That’s so special.”

Your body responds to him like it’s wired for his frequency. One low moan from him, and your legs tremble.

4. He keeps his lips right at your ear. He’s behind you, grinding slow and deep—but his lips stay close.

“Shhh, it’s okay. You’re doing so well.” “I’ve got you, baby. Let it out.”

And when you do, just from his words, his voice…

He moans with you.

“That’s my girl.”

5. The aftercare is divine. He holds you like glass. Kisses your temple. Wraps the blanket tighter.

“Did I make you feel good?” “You know I’d do anything to hear you say that again.”

You feel worshipped. Cherished. Loved. And you know next time?

You’ll say it again. “I could cum just from this.”

And he’ll whisper,

“Then let me give it to you, over and over.”

Seungmin // 승민

🖤 the “this” = his mocking praise + overstimulation. He’s not even inside you. He’s using the toy—your vibrator—or just two fingers, barely moving. But he’s speaking so calmly, so condescendingly, it makes you feel like you’re losing your mind.

1. Cold voice. Hot hands. He’s holding the vibe against your clit, on the lowest setting. Your hips jerk, your voice shakes, and you gasp—

“I could cum just from this…”

He doesn’t even flinch.

“That’s kind of pathetic, don’t you think?” “I’m barely doing anything.”

And yet, your thighs are shaking. You’re already moaning.

2. He knows exactly what he’s doing. He talks down to you but still watches every reaction—eyes locked on your face, noting every twitch, every breath.

“You really can’t handle it. That’s so cute.” “Wanna cum already? Just from this? Tsk. Easy.”

And yet, his free hand is stroking your thigh gently. You’re being bullied and comforted at the same time.

3. He plans this. He’ll do it after a long tease session, where you haven’t been touched for hours. He pulls out the toy, sets you up in his lap, and says:

“Let’s see how little it takes tonight.”

It’s a game to him. And when you break first?

He smirks.

“Told you. All talk.”

4. The scientific menace. He adjusts the intensity. Barely. You cry out.

He tilts his head.

“Oh? Just a little stronger and you’re already shaking?” “Are you that sensitive, or is it just me?”

Spoiler: it’s him.

5. The aftercare is… confusingly tender. You’re fully wrecked. Legs jelly. Brain fried.

He kisses your forehead and hands you water like he didn’t just degrade you into an orgasm with zero effort.

“You did well.” “But next time? Don’t brag so early.”

Seungmin is terrifying. But also? You want him to do it again.

I.n // 아��엔

🖤 the “this” = his teasing + power play. The way he holds you down. The way he taunts you while being just out of reach. You’re desperate. Grinding against him. And he’s still fully clothed.

“So needy. I’m not even touching you properly.” “And you’re ready to fall apart?”

You nod. Whimper. Cry. He grins like a devil in Dior.

1. He plays innocent until he has you spread open. He acts shy in public. All cute boy smiles and dimples.

Then behind closed doors?

“Look at you. You want to cum from this? From just my thigh?”

He makes you ride it. Doesn’t even flinch. Lets you grind until your moans get high and your nails dig into his shoulder.

2. His grip is UNREAL. When he pins your wrists above your head with one hand? Yeah. Game over. You’re already panting, and he hasn’t even kissed you yet.

You whine, “I could cum just from this.”

He just tilts his head.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

3. He teases until your brain short-circuits. He gets you so close and pulls back. Over and over. Every time you beg, he coos sweetly.

“Not yet, baby. I wanna see you cry for it first.”

But the moment you say “I could cum just from this,”?

He STARES. Goes quiet.

Then:

“Do it. Right now. No fingers. No cock.”

4. He lives for ruining you without giving you what you thought you needed. His knee. His voice. His gaze. That’s all he’ll allow.

And when you finally collapse, trembling from a friction-only orgasm?

“That was cute. Think you can do it again?”

Oh no. You shouldn’t have challenged him.

5. Post-nut evil. You’re on your back, boneless. He’s sipping water, still dressed, like he didn’t just psychologically dismantle you.

“All that from a thigh and some dirty talk?” “You’re more corruptible than I thought.”

And then— He finally kisses you.

Soft. Slow. Sweet. Just to break you again.

[kunasthiast]

wagyu nights

you had exactly three things on your to-do-list that monday morning. yes, a monday. satan’s favorite day. the kind of monday where you wake up already annoyed, already hot, already feral. 

number 1. drink your overpriced espresso from starbucks that makes your heart do backflips and your soul exit your body. you only ordered it because that goddamn espresso song’s been living in your head rent-free for weeks. 

number 2. avoid signing another one of gojo’s illegal, morally questionable, legally actionable birthday cards. last time you did, his lawyer called you personally.

number 3. get a tattoo right above your ass crack and surprise your husband like the loving, stable wife you pretend to be in public.

because why the fuck not? 

you were thirty. rich. hot. emotionally stable (depending on the hour). married to that pink-haired demon of a man for five goddamn years – willingly and obsessively. no kids, yet. no regrets. just an unhinged, borderline feral, mutually destructive love story and an ever-growing collection of in-laws and nosy strangers asking, “so when are the babies coming?”

to which you always replied, smiling sweetly, creepily, and with too much eye contact: “we’re practicing really hard.”

and if there’s one thing sukuna adored even more than your face, your attitude, or your uncanny ability to outdrink him at every celebratory orgies of capitalism, it was –

“your fuckin’ back dimples,” he growled that morning, voice still hoarse, from where he lay starfished across your bed. shirtless. legs splayed. tattoos on full display like a fucking warning sign.

you stood in front of the full-length mirror, shirt lifted just enough to peek at your lower back, contemplating the most deranged monday decision possible: a sternum piece? an underboob tat? nah. a fucking tramp stamp.   

“what about them?” you asked absently, twisting for a better view, ass poked out, looking like a possessed girl in an exorcism movie.

his eyes raked over you like you were his personal religion (yes, you are), “they’re my favorite handles.”

“for what?”

“sin. more specifically, you bent over the bathroom counter-sin. five-star tasting menu kinda shit, babe.”

“romantic,” you deadpanned, still deciding between a cybersigilism tat, a cute hello kitty tramp stamp, or that fucking succubus design you’ve been manifesting since last month’s hormonal spiral.

but by the time your fourth sip of espresso kicked in and your third brain cell screamed YOLO – you were already texting yuki for a walk-in.  

because nothing says married life like getting a surprise ass tattoo and flashing it at dinner like a goddamn crackerjack prize. 

by noon, you were half in your sweatpants, wearing his hoodie over a crop top, sunglasses indoors, phone in one hand, car keys in the other. you looked like a rich housewife fleeing a crime scene. 

then, of course, sukuna came out of his office room, voice still scratchy from some hellish meeting (and yes, you definitely heard the phrase “who the fuck approved this?” echoed through the door). tattoos peeked out from under his rolled-up sleeves. he looked good. he always does. dangerously so. and he definitely came out because he sensed the chaos radiating off you like a sixth sense.

“where the fuck you going today, baby?”

you froze mid-sprint at the door.

“uhh… nowhere,” you lied, immediately. “just… errands, love.”

he stared at you.

you smiled.

he squinted harder, “… you only say ‘errands’ when you’re gonna make a dramatic and irreversible decision.”

“what?! noooo! do i look like i make bad decisions?” 

“baby. last time you said ‘errands’ you came home with a cat and a navel piercing. so yes. yes, you do.”

“well, you love both,” you shrugged, opening the door.

he cocked a brow. “i do. but if you come back with a fucking dog, a nipple ring, or another limited-edition cursed item from that thrift store you claim ain’t haunted, we’re gonna have a serious talk, baby.”

“fine,” you grinned, blowing him a kiss.

he narrowed his eyes like a man who knew his wife was about to commit arson, metaphorical or otherwise. “wait. hold up –”

ding.

his phone lit up. followed by another. and another.

“fucking hell,” he muttered, reading whatever fresh corporate nightmare just got dumped on him (his own company = his own chaos = karma’s kiss on the forehead). and just like that – fate (and capitalism) intervened.

“baby, i gotta take this. don’t do anything –”

click.

door’s already closed. too late. 

you were gone. off into the wild, espresso-fueled unknown with a dream, a credit card, and the dangerous confidence of a woman who pays her own bills and gets off on impulsive decisions. 

—

thirty-two minutes later.

yuki took one look at you from her desk and said, “okay, what are we permanently etching into your flesh today?”

“i need something that says crazily in love but also i know where the bodies are buried,” you said, peeling off your hoodie. “thinking tramp stamp. succubus, cybersigilism style. red ink.‘kuna’s initials. maybe a heart in the middle. definitely unholy.”

“hmm, classic monday,” she nodded, already grabbing her ipad to draw it on the spot. “want some glitter drips?”

“yes,” you grinned, too excited for this.

“he’s gonna lose his mind,” you grinned, high off espresso, reckless affection, and the promise of delightful spousal torment.

“in a good way or a divorce way?”

“yes.”

forty-five minutes later.

you were face down, ass-up on yuki’s table, hair in a messy bun, chewing gum like it owed you money.

“‘kay, hold real still,” yuki said, gloves snapping on. “‘bout to tattoo the most feral love note of all time on your ass.”

“god bless,” you whispered, as the buzz of the machine started.

two hours later, your phone buzzed like a possessed bee on the tray next to you. texts. missed calls. a voicemail that probably just said “baby” in ten different emotional tones.

but you ignored it, because sukuna would find out soon enough. and please, your marriage survived worse. like the time you accidentally sexted the family group chat (your side). 

or that time you thought it’d be romantic to surprise him with a homemade dinner, only to somehow set fire to the kitchen and set off the smoke detectors. sukuna waltzed in, unfazed, and ended up effortlessly whipping up a five-course meal in under an hour – leaving you sulking on the couch, watching him plate perfectly cooked dishes while you nursed a glass of wine (your only consolation being the fact that at least you hadn’t set the house on fire. this time). but then, just when you thought he was gonna give you the “i told you so” lecture, he kissed you on the cheek, gave you a hug, and murmured, “still love you, babe.”

anyway, at least the tattoo’s done. and it looks glorious as fuck.

you admired it in the mirror like it was renaissance art. well… satanic, slightly unhinged renaissance art.

a little heart with “R.S” in the middle. glowing red. framed by digital sigils and glittery hellfire drips. you looked like the cover of a cursed y2k CD and it was absolutely iconic. just what you loved.

“i’m never wearing any tops again,” you declared, pulling your sweatpants up.

“he’s either gonna fuck you into next tuesday or call a priest,” yuki said, proud of her work.

“either way, it’s a win.”

—

you didn’t go straight home after the tattoo, obviously. you were an emotionally stable adult woman with needs and responsibilities.

so after the pain and the buzz wore off a little (just for today, obvs), you stopped by paradise. ready for some retail therapy. with a necessary detour to just distract yourself from the inevitable chaos waiting for you at home.

a few hours and a few (more like 5) shopping bags later, you stopped by that place. the one with the overpriced wagyu and the mochi ice cream your husband pretends not to like but always, mysteriously, finishes. it was part guilt on not replying to his texts and calls (fine, maybe 30% avoidance), part instinct, part monday-night tradition. 

he cooks 90% of the time, but random weekdays? random weekdays like monday tonight is for takeout treaty nights.

so you picked up dinner and rolled into the driveway at exactly 9:47PM. full of caffeine, permanent ink, and deeply smug satisfaction. 

your phone buzzed with the energy of a hundred (okay, 50?) unread texts, but you had food in your hand and a hot husband waiting to yell at you (let him fucking try), so life was good.

the moment you stepped in, you immediately announced with maximum dramatic flair, “babyyy, i’m hooooome!” fully expecting to find him in his usual end-of-day poses: brooding in the kitchen, bossing someone around on the phone, or lounging on the couch with black mirror playing on the tv and whisky on hand. 

and, of course – there he was. shirtless, barefoot, and tattoos out, as usual. leaning against the kitchen island with a glass of whisky on his hand and a phone in the other (probs, terrorizing his assistant). his crimson eyes, sharp as ever, were already scanning you with that knowing look. 

“you’re late,” sukuna said as he ended the phone call, voice deceptively calm.

you just grinned, kicking the door closed behind you and waltzing in too happily. “told ya i had errands, baby.”

his eyes flicked to the five shopping bags hanging off your arms like battle trophies. “did you rob a boutique or black out in dior again?”

“bit of both,” you winked, dropped the bags on the floor, placed the takeout on the counter like peace offering, and kissed him on the lips. “got us dinner, daddy.”

he stared at the takeout bag like it was a peace offering from a war criminal he loved deeply, “sweetheart, what’d you do.”

“excuse me?!” you gasped, scandalized.

“you only bring home wagyu and mochi balls together when you’ve done something insane. or need to butter me up for something worse than a felony, sweetheart,” he said, already digging into the bag like wasn’t fully planning on giving you hell for ghosting him all day. “go ahead. confess.”

you just blinked at him. smiled. took the mochi ice cream container and hugged it like it was a baby kitten. “maybe i just missed my emotionally unavailable, incredibly stressed-for-today yet very hot husband and wanted to feed him like the loving wife i am.”

“uh-huh,” he muttered as he raised a brow, unimpressed. “i texted you fifty-two times. called you over twenty.”

“and i saw every single one of ‘em,” you said sweetly, pulling out plates and chopsticks. “and ignored all. with love.”

“obviously, given your non-existent replies.”

“i was processing,” you said solemnly, handing him a plate. “like a baby giraffe. learning how to walk.”

he gave you that look – one that said i both adore and fear you – and took the plate. “tell me you didn’t crash the car.”

“pfft, the car’s fine, babe.” you said.

“tell me you didn’t sign another one of gojo’s birthday cards.”

“why would i –”

he stared. you stared back. and then, just like clockwork, he reached forward and tugged at the hem of his (your) hoodie you were wearing, “baby. what is it.”

“nothing.”

“show me.”

“nope. absolutely not.”

“sweetheart.”

you bit into your mochi dramatically. chewing on it. and then very calmly turned around, lifted up your hoodie, and pulled down your sweatpants just enough to show off the new ink on the small of your back. that fucking succubus red-inked tattoo with his initials. all stylized. deadly cute. 

you didn’t need to look at him to know that he was staring.

sukuna blinked. put down his chopsticks. stared like you just pulled a gun on him. well, obvs  yeah, not literally. 

“oh, fuck,” he muttered after two seconds. 

you pulled your hoodie back down and faced him, still chewing. “like it? so freaking cute, right?”

his voice dropped. low.“you got my fuckin’ initials tattooed on your ass.”

“technically, above it.”

he exhaled like he’d seen god, “baby. what the fuck. ‘course i fuckin’ love it.”

“you’re welcome,” you said sweetly, stealing a piece of his wagyu like a menace.

he stared at you for a beat… then he started laughing. not chuckles. not that fake corporate laugh he does when he’s about to buy out someone’s soul. real, head-thrown-back, unhinged maniacal laughter your husband is capable of.

and then he said, still breathless: “fuck, baby, i love you. but the only position we’re doing for the next month is backshots.”

you picked up another mochi ball, chewed slowly, and said, like a woman casually signing a soul contract, “i mean, that’s all we can do right now anyway. tattoo aftercare, duh. can’t have friction. or—y’know—fluids.”

there was a pause.

“such a sacrifice. i’m selfless like that.”

—

which is how you found yourself bent over the fucking kitchen counter.

ass up. hoodie, crop top, and bra somewhere on the floor. tramp stamp fully on display. and your hot, undeniably feral husband was shoving his thick fucking cock in your pussy like this was his last day on earth. giving you that much deserved backshot. 

“fuck, baby. you’re so fuckin’ tight,” sukuna grunted, his teeth grazing your neck. his hands gripped your hips tightly as he pounded into you from behind, his cock stretching your tight pussy with each thrust. hitting deep and hard, so perfect. 

“mm, fuck yes, more baby more,” you moaned into the marble, eyes fluttering.

and sukuna – god, he was loud. and when he moans? he fucking moans it out. loud, unfiltered, guttural sounds right in your ear. “want more, baby?”

his words sent shivers down your spine, and you arched your back, pushing your ass against him, “mmm, harder, ‘kuna,” you nodded and begged, voice already wrecked.

he didn’t need telling twice. he slammed into you harder, relentless with forceful thrusts that had your tits bouncing with every stroke and making your toes curl. 

“shit, you’re taking me so fucking well, baby.” he growled, one hand found your clit, the other tightening around your hips. “gonna make you cum so fuckin’ hard tonight.”

your moans grew louder as he continued to hammer your pussy, the pleasure building with each powerful stroke, and very determined to make you cum hard on his cock. your moans filled the kitchen, each thrust sending you closer to the edge.

“oh god yes, yes, baby, just like that!” you cried out, feeling your climax approaching rapidly. “i’m cumming, i’m –”

sukuna shoved himself deeper, thick cock buried inside as your pussy clenched around him, milking his shaft for all it was worth. you screamed his name, back aching, and body shaking. 

“fuck baby, i love you!” he groaned, hips stuttering as he came with a loud, filthy growl. his hot seed spilling deep inside you.

you both stayed like that for a moment – breathless, trembling, and fucking grinning in the aftermath of your intense and sukuna’s selfless lovemaking. 

then he smacked your ass and said, with deep reverence, “i fucking love this pussy and that fucking tattoo.” 

“now that’s what i call romance, daddy” you said as you turn your face to look at him. his cock still very much inside you. 

yeah.

that was probably the night it happened.

the one that’d changed your life in about nine months.

but that was future you’s next challenge.

tonight, there was wagyu. mochi. your menacingly feral husband. your very smug tramp stamp. and a kitchen full of bad decisions marinated in love.

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a/n: this is me convincing myself that tramp stamps are fucking sexy and i’m getting them as my next piece of tat this year lol also fuck I need this sukuna in my fucking life – universe, gods, angels… PLEASE hear me out

[wandasaura]

LIGHTNING BOLT

summary — before there were the thunderbolts, there was a girl as fast as lightning in a small ohio town

warning(s) — platonic relationship, practically sisters, aroace!yelena, childhood friendship, kidnapping, child trafficking, mentions of the red room, red room typical violence/assaults/inhumane treatment, mention of mind control, mention of the blip, mention of endgame events, slight/potential thunderbolts spoilers, grief, trauma, alludes to depression/mental health struggle, reunion, fighting, hand-to-hand combat, russian dialogue, healing, jeff the landshark mentioned, natasha romanoff is not alive but she makes an appearance, friends to child soldiers to strangers to sisters, comfort, angst

authors note — happy birthday, @nameforthemain !! early (and not the straight fluff i promised) but alas the road led me astray on the journey. definitely needed to sleep, wrote this instead. not edited. not proofread. aura’s 2am yelena thoughts.

The elementary school playground has the fastest slide in Mount Vernon, that is a known fact amongst everyone who had grown up in the public school system. It’s yellow like a lightning bolt, or a yellow jacket, and you whirl down it like a twister every time you set your course.

Yelena hadn’t been your neighbor in preschool. Not when you’d been in Ms. Cindy’s class at the elementary school and had gotten to explore that yellow slide every day at morning and afternoon recess. But, she’d been your neighbor in Kindergarten and you made up for the lost time quickly.

It had taken three days for Yelena to realize that nothing she did could help her beat you. You had the fastest record in all of Mr. Jones’ class, let alone the fastest record on the block when summer came around and your friendly competitions carried on into the change of seasons.

When Yelena was six and you were seven, although she’d always felt like she was bigger than you, she joined a soccer team. They had practice behind the elementary school, and Natasha would walk you and Yelena there with her bike. Melina never came. You remember asking Yelena if that upset her, but at the time she’d only shrugged and said Natasha was watching from up high with the forest stars. You remember she named that soccer team the thunderbolts. A persistent little body on the field when she wasn’t at your side babbling on the sidelines; probably disappointing Natasha who was always drilling the rules of the game into her head on the walk to the practice fields.

She was. Natasha always was. Sometimes, she walked you to the playground even when your parents said you could make the journey alone, trusting fully in their almost first-graders as summer came to an end. But, Natasha was a worrier. Yelena said as much when she slept over at your house.

It was October when you slept over at her house for the very first time. It was the weekend before Halloween. Last Halloween, she hadn’t come out to trick-or-treat with you, even though you saw that she had a costume because Melina brought it inside from the grocery store outside of a shopping bag. Natasha had answered the door and given you three handfuls of candy, not looking all too glum about missing out on the thrill of the hunt. You never did understand her as a kid.

Yelena was obsessed with My Little Pony. She knew the whole theme song by heart, and she always carried around a purple Twilight Sparkle figurine that your father said you couldn’t have. She let you hold it sometimes, but that day wasn’t one of them.

Natasha had shown you how to do a backbend in their backyard after school, and Yelena had cheered you on from her own upside down position near the swingset. You scraped your knee in the crash landing, and the tears had been an immediate response to follow. Natasha rushed your left side, leaving the right for Yelena to fill as she shrieked for Melina to come outside and tend to the blood bubbling over on your kneecap.

You’d eaten two bites of the dinner Melina made with a My Little Pony bandaid on your knee when Alexei corralled you and Yelena outside without even your shoes on. Your father was just getting home from work. He was pulling into the driveway, his tie already undone around his neck. You waved at him through the window of the backseat, eye bright, hopeful. He didn’t so much as smile in return.

You never saw him again. There’s been gunshots, screaming, blood. The sun was hot wherever Natasha landed the plane. You don’t know where that was. You’ve never known where that was. Yelena had held onto you the entire time. She wasn’t a brave kid. She hated the dark. She was scared of spiders even though she told Natasha she thought they were cool. She doesn’t like the wind at night because it sound like wolves. But she’d been brave in that moment. She’d been brave when she’d held onto you, Natasha holding onto her. She’d been brave when she raised her chin, mimicking Natasha when a man reached out for you, seeing you as the weakest link. She never let go of that Twilight Sparkle toy. Not until it fell from her unconscious hand and was abandoned on whatever island you’d landed at, but her bravery didn’t waver even though it had been tethered to such childhood innocence.

Yelena’s bravery hadn’t wavered from that day forward, even when yours had. Yelena never cowered in the face of discipline and structure. She never let the lashings of a cane unmake her entirely, or the assault of a guard strip her of her autonomy. You’d been together until you were eleven. It had been some cruel joke by Madam B. The first installment of their mind control experiments that eventually led to Yelena’s undoing. Not that you knew that. No, you hadn’t known how deep Dreykov’s claws had been into her mind until you were twenty-six and suddenly free of the same prisons.

Were you ever truly free through? One minute you’re walking away from Yelena on the battlefield, one last hug from Natasha the only reason you’d lingered amongst the debris for as long as you did, and the next thing you knew you were surrounded by things you didn’t know and people you weren’t familiar with, being told that Natasha Romanoff had sacrificed her life to bring yours back after five years being just… gone.

You’d been gone before. You’d been gone in your head, in Dreykov’s mind games and his serums. You’d been lost in the traumatic replaying of your assaults and your beatings. There’s been a three week period of clarity in the red room when Madam B had weaned the dosage of your mind control. You’d been near comatose in a psychotic break. Whimpering and muttering nonsense about a closed-quarter assault that had taken place seven years ago, but only resurfaced in your memory at the ‘reward’ of conscious thinking.

After the blip, it had felt impossible to carve a path for yourself with no lead. Yelena was in the wind until she suddenly wasn’t, on your radar after an altercation with New York’s own Katherine Bishop. Eleanor Bishop’s incarceration following a scuffle on the ice rink was the news that pulled you to New York at all, chasing the only ghost that remained from your past life.

Your father had lost his life in a collision not even a year after Melina and Alexei disappeared off the face of the earth with you; a collision he caused after having one too many drinks at the bar and then insisting on driving home himself. Not an abnormal routine even when you had been around to kiss goodnight. And your mother had killed herself shortly after your tenth anniversary, unable to bear the weight of your disappearance and lack of recovery.

Natasha was dead. Gone. Not even on this planet anymore if your sources proved accurate, not that you trusted anyone enough to ever fully know the truth of Natasha’s final chapter. You hadn’t wanted to accept that it hurt you when you did find out of her passing; that it ripped something apart in you, you held onto the image of Natasha Romanoff as a big sister in Ohio, even though mind control and chemical subjugation.

Yelena didn’t fare a much better lifestyle after Natasha’s death had broken her either. She threw herself into work with Valentina when she wasn’t tending to Natasha’s grave or going on walks with Fanny. You’d tailed her to Milan once, hidden in the shadows. You’d almost been disappointed in her for not noticing you until it dawned on you that it was a sign of healing. Somehow, Yelena had healed from the traumas of the red room enough to only look over her shoulder when she felt it necessary for survival.

That’s how you ended up face to face for the first time in nine years. You’d snuck into a New York City apartment. A high level pimp in an underground sex ring operation. It wasn’t the cleanest line of work. Your hands were still bloodied at the end of every day. But it gave you peace of mind to know that you were taking out the good guys while still utilizing your skills. Melina and Alexei had taken you away from your life with no consultation, and you refused to let it be in vain. You refused to lose your way any more in life than you already have.

Yelena had been watching you. Not just Yelena, but the entire ‘New Avengers’ team that you’d seen officially deemed on nationwide television. You weren’t blind to Valentina’s objective and manipulation. You’d seen her blubbering for what it truly was, a cover up, a way to save her own ass that she’d initially never even foreseen, but even if that wasn’t her goal, you’d nodded quietly from the sidelines as you watched Yelena play her game.

She’s a lot better at this hero thing then she ever was at soccer. You know Natasha would be proud. You know you’ve healed in some capacity that you can think about Natasha at all without crying.

“Chto ty zdes' delayesh'?” Yelena questions, her cheeks flushed, her hair slicked away from her face, giving you the perfect and clearest view of her eyes and the few hundred emotions racing through her stare. Hurt, confusion, hesitation. She’s blocking every punch you throw at her, but she’s not giving any back. She was a higher level then you when she was still beneath Dreykov’s thumb. You know that she could win this fight in four minutes if she wanted to. But she doesn’t want to, because you’re still you, and she’s still Yelena, and somewhere out there in the universe there’s little six year old girls skipping to the playground together, a solemn blue haired pre-teen leading their way.

When you don’t stop fighting, your target just minutes out from returning to his apartment, Yelena grabs your wrist, spinning you into her chest until her biceps lock around you protectively, keeping you still even when you flail like a deadly catch out of water. “Ty mozhesh' ostanovit'sya? YA ne khochu prichinyat' tebe bol'.” She seethes, and while Russian is neither of your mother tongues, not like it was Natasha’s, it feels like a piece of homecoming off of her lips. It’s been over two decades since you’d been just a little American fourth-grader with neglectful parents at the best. You hardly resonate with that girl anymore, but somehow you think it’s the only thing Yelena can see right now. “Stop it! Stop it.”

“Let go of me.” It’s been almost ten years since Natasha freed you from the confines of the Red Room with Yelena’s help, but neither of you have lost even a touch of the russian accent that Dreykov and Madam B drilled into you despite wanting perfect and seamless transitions between accents and dialects. It’s one of the many reasons you know, and have come to terms with the fact, that your entire life had been a rigged system from the time that you were seven-years-old and kidnapped from right beneath your parents noses. “L-Let go!” The feeling of Yelena’s arms around you is suffocating. It brings you right back to that last day in the Red Room before she’d advanced and you’d stayed behind at the same infuriating level, only kept around by Dreykov because of the experimental serum running through your veins.

It gets harder to keep the objective of your mission clear in your head the longer Yelena keeps you wrapped up in her embrace, reminding you of how much you’d missed her over the last five years. The blip had stolen half a decade from you, but it had been your own fear of rejection that had kept you away for another four.

“Tebe bol'she ne nuzhno borot'sya. My svobodny. Natalia osvobodila nas.” There’s a thickness in Yelena’s voice, an indication that Natasha is not an easy topic to hold, even though it’s been four years since the weight of her absence had reached Yelena. It will never get easier to live without her. To know that she sacrificed the idea of everything she deserved without even getting to have a taste of it at all before she died haunts you. It haunts you enough to let you believe that this is what she would want for you. It’s not. Natasha would be horrified to know that she’d plunged head first off a cliff and you’re still fighting, still adding red to your ledger when all she’d wanted for you and her and Yelena was to wipe it out entirely.

You were good kids once. It’s not your fault that the world was so cruel.

Your knees collapse, sobs shake your form, but Yelena does not let go of you for even a second. She sinks to the floor, holds you as you cry the way Clint had held her. It’s an intentionally restrictive position, one learned in the Red Room from handlers that go on to teach other handlers. Your wrists are grasped between her tight, unwavering hold. You can’t break free and claw at her wrist no matter how many different ways you move your knuckles. Your back is pinned to her chest, giving you the disadvantage to blindness. It doesn’t matter. You wouldn’t have stood a chance anyway. You needed this.

She doesn’t even bristle when your target walks through the door. She shoots him with her stun gun, a single pulse to the chest, and he crumbles to the ground like a sheet of paper. The sight sobers you, reminds you of your purpose even if it doesn’t have to be just that anymore.

Yelena helps you to your feet, and the minute her eyes fall upon you without the constant punching and scratching, she’s back in Ohio like she never left.

“Hey, lightning bolt.” She smiles coyly, and your own lips quirk into an emotional smirk. It’s easy with Yelena. Everything is. It doesn’t matter how many years pass, there will never be another person like her by your side. She’s your best friend, your sister, your thunderbolt.

“That is still stupid nickname.” You mention, and Yelena scoffs, shaking her head. Her stubborn persistence has not faded, even when it had been unmade temporarily by chemical subjugation imparted on her (and you) by her own mother.

“No. What is stupid is that… thing on your shirt. What is that? Shark with legs? Ridiculous.” She narrows her eyes on your appearance, realizing that despite surrounding yourself with the same workload and guilt, you’d grown into a version of yourself that was alike the child she’d known once. You think there are glimpses of that blonde girl in her too, even if her hair is bleached, slicked back with grease.

Your lips pout, “It is a landshark. I have read all about him. He is better than that vest you had.”

“No, no. My vest was practical. So many pockets. I put so many things in those pockets, I tell you. Should never have left it to Natasha. You know, she is very bad at keeping track of things.” Yelena’s voice strains when she remembers that Natasha will never actively be bad at keeping track of things anymore. It’s been years, but it never gets any easier to remember.

“My mission.” It dawns on you that this is a fork in the road. A clear split between what you’ve always known, and what you can remember dreaming about before you were anyone important. Your eyes trail back to the predator on the floor. You’d justified this job for four years because it was doing more good than just sitting around, and you feared letting your skills get rusty, but it wasn’t what you wanted. Not anymore.

“Come with me.” Yelena pleads, and you know that it’s the first time you’d heard her say anything like it since the last time you’d visited that yellow slide in Ohio. She’d begged to know the trick to going faster. You told her that she has to swing herself down from the bar, because there never was any secret keeping with Yelena. Not when you asked the right questions at least. “Come back to the tower. You can meet Fanny.”

“Fanny?” Your eyes crease, because you’d followed Yelena for years, but the name of the dog had never sparked your curiosity.

“Fanny Longbottom. She is named after Natasha.” Yelena nods before her face sobers, and you know that time has passed just by that level of composure and self awareness. You don’t possess it. She’s paced the path to recovery after Dreykov, but you still linger by the entrance, terrified of what awaits you when you finally accept that it’s all over and done with. You don’t know how something like that can just end and be over. It will never leave you, just like it’s never left Yelena. “You do not have to be alone. You are not alone. I am here with you. And, and I do not believe in Gods, or, or Jesus, but I believe that Natasha can see us. I have to believe that, because… because she is my sister, and if I do not believe that she is still here, then… then I do not know what to do anymore. But, we can figure it out together. Because Natasha did. And we can do anything she does, just not as good. It is infuriating.”

“I do not know how to start over.” You sniffle, stealing one last glance at the man on the floor before you decide that it’s worth it to see where freedom leads with Yelena.

“You do it with one step forward at a time.”

Chto ty zdes' delayesh' — What are you doing here?

Ty mozhesh' ostanovit'sya? YA ne khochu prichinyat' tebe bol‘ — Would you stop? I do not want to hurt you.

Tebe bol'she ne nuzhno borot'sya. My svobodny. Natasha osvobodila nas. — You don’t have to fight anymore. We are free. Natasha freed us.

[rannie-moon]

heran at coachella?? whats being said abt her and how are her and jungwon in cali ??

synopsis: a week of soundcheck? more like a week for heran to gain more attraction that the eiffel tower

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⋆. 𐙚 ˚ the real question is, what isn't being said about her?? it was biblical

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ home turf always unlocks a new level of confidence in heran. her outfits when they had free time? out here in jorts and a fucking bikini top JUST BECAUSE SHE COULD!! the fancams that were going around just because she was chilling like that??

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ SHE WENT BACK TO BLONDE FOR ENCHELLA!! HER AND WON WERE MATCHING KJFKJDH

💬 : who's the girl??? 💬 : the blonde that was in the middle? the girl? 💬 : is she american?? she was fucking insane!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ YOU JUST KNOW THAT SHE HAD PEOPLE IN A CHOKEHOLD. engenes were fighting for their lives!

💬 : no one! she's their translator! 💬 : some random chick don't worry about her lmao 💬 : she's a creepy fan that snuck onto stage bro 💬 : nah she won a contest to perform with them, just some random girl

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ people were even talking about her during their soundchecks. that's how much of an attraction she was. like someone posted a clip of her stretching before rehearsal and the quoted tweets?

💬 : who's she and where do I buy her spine? 💬 : that's not a stretch that's ART 💬 : I fear I may be a heran anti because why is she so perfect

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ she was too powerful. every time someone saw her roaming around a new stan was born

💬 : I came to see travis and now I'm learning korean because of the blonde girl from that epipen group idk man

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ her and jungwon were a little less cautious for some reason (no dispatch lmao) so NATURALLY the locals that were there assumed they were dating (rightfully so)

💬 : ok so they're dating right?? 💬 : I THINK I JUST SAW WON AND HERAN KISS WHILE WALKING BACKSTAGE AFTER SOUNDCHECK?? I THINK THE WEATHER IS MESSING WITH ME

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they visited her parents of course, so that was something sweet

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ AND HER OLDER BROTHER AND HIS GIRLFRIEND WERE THERE TO SUPPORT THEM AHHH (hyunmin nearly had about 5 heart attacks seeing his younger sister acting out like that lmao)

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ he posted a selfie of him looking absolutely traumatised when he was watching their soundcheck on his story, the caption being "someone tell this kid to put some clothes on please"

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ but his girlfriend nari?? SHE WAS HERAN'S BIGGEST FAN!! her insta posts were much cuter—a picture of heran waving at her on stage, with the cute caption "our baby's first coachella" and bullied hyunmin into taking so many pictures

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ the cutest part?? heran literally spotted them in the crowd during their set break, pointed them out an was jumping like a kid in a candy store. the members were howling smh

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ the locals loved her though!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ FIRST OF ALL—HERAN WAS LITERALLY THE FIRST ONE ON STAGE during soundcheck, running out like she owned the damn desert. the way she yelled "COACHELLAAAA" into the mic and the staff were like "It's just soundcheck" 💀 girl was hyped

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ jake and jay were hyping her up in the background like uncles at their niece's kindergarten play

"YEAH, COACHELLA!! TELL THEM HAILEY!"

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ ni-ki and sunghoon wouldn't stop teasing her about how "she's acting brand new" because she was back in california

"that's the fifth time she's screamed 'coachella!' this desert is empty." "I remember when she used to speak korean. those were great times."

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ heeseung was matching her energy of course! they were matching each other's freak so bad IT WAS SO WHOLESOME

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ sunoo was OBSESSED with her hair. or just her in general tbh

"why are you literally glowing?? I can see your tan lines!"

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they were all practicing how they were going to introduce song. it was such a mess in the best way possible and the fact that some of them actually made it into the actual performance??

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ the way that jungwon wouldn't stop hovering around her, making sure her mic pack was secure, adjusting her earpiece, wiping sweat off her forehead. LIKE. RAHHHHH

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ he was so scared because there were men EVERYWHERE! looking at HIS GIRLFRIEND with THOSE eyes and he couldn't do anything about it!!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ like they had every right to admire her because that's his gorgeous girlfriend and everyone needs to worship the ground she walks on but damn...

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ there was this moment during soundcheck group of guys—typical frat boys rolled up just to watch her because they thought she was just some random girl there for the festival

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ and the gag is... heran didn't even notice. like she was just vibing. going over the choreo with ni-ki, smiling all cute when sunghoon made a joke

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ meanwhile jungwon was just standing off to the side, arms crossed, soft smirk on his face, watching them watch her. and a video went viral because he literally looked so proud?? and a little smug too

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ It was giving, "yeah, that's my girlfriend." heheheehehe

🎥: me watching everyone fall in love with heran at soundcheck while jungwon is just smiling like an idiot in love 😭

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ he didn't say anything, didn't step in, didn't glare or act jealous—just watched her with this quiet awe in his eyes, like he couldn't believe everyone was finally seeing what he sees every single day

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ okay, so during one of the later soundchecks (like post-soundcheck-vibes when the mood was chill), jungwon was standing near the edge of the stage in a plain black tank top and sweats, drinking water and talking to a staff member, normal leader things

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ heran was across the stage, supposedly minding her own business, until—

🎥: bro why is she side-eyeing him like that??

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ full head-turn. full eyebrow raise. she was NOT being subtle. the camera caught her just staring at him, lips parted

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ she even did that little slow blink girls do when they're trying to calm themselves down 💀 like miss girl forgot she was in public

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ jake saw it happening from the corner of his eye and lost it. he physically had to turn away because he was cackling so hard

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ and THEN... THEN... jungwon turned around and caught her mid-check-out and instead of looking away this bitch goes:

"what? you look hot today." SILENCE. DEAD. EARTH SHATTERED.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ the members just collectively paused like she didn't just say that OUT LOUD, into a mic, in public

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ jungwon literally did the most flustered double take before looking at the staff and muttering “I’m gonna pretend I didn’t hear that.”

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ AND HERAN?? completely unbothered. went back to sipping her water like she hadn’t just body-slammed him with a compliment in front of all of coachella and god

💬 : girl just said you look hot today with HER WHOLE CHEST I love it here 💬 : thank the heavens she didn't say this shit while they were in korea. she'd be dead by tomorrow if she did 😭😭😭 💬 : I want a relationship like this. where I can shamelessly thirst over my man and he still turns red

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ another CRAZY moment?? soaked by shy smith starts playing during their break while the crew resets things. the sun's dipping a little. everyone's scattered waiting around

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ heran's onstag, standing near the center with her mic in one hand and her phone in the other, completely chill, just texting or scrolling

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ but the moment the song started, her body started moving . it was second nature

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ soft, sultry hip rolls, fluid footwork, every move in sync with the beat. just muscle memory from her studio choom performance

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ and the WILDEST part? she wasn't even paying attention because her attention was fully on her phone

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ there were a few engenes with their v.i.p bands watching ad losing their minds, but then a crowd started forming

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ the clip went viral and the captions and tweets were wilding

💬 : the girl in the crop top and cargos? yeah, she just started a cult

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ and she looked SO effortless?? like she wasn't even trying. her skin was glowing, her hair tied back, stage lights behind her, pure natural charisma pouring off her

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ some guy on twitter was like:

💬 : I'm at coachella with my girlfriend, and I think I'm gonna leave single because I said that the blonde girl in the kpop group was hot 💀 the comments were like: 💬 : you were RIGHT but also stupid 💀

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ you already know heran had the girlies in a chokehold!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ a random girl posted a tiktok of her during someone else's performance, her friend laughing behind the camera while the other girl googled something

🎥 : googling 'enhypen coachella girl with abs and and a lethal face card' and they didn't even perform yet

another girl posted: 💬 : heran if you see this... I would let you ruin my life. not like in a weird way. in a respectful, grateful kind of way the engenes in the comments were clowninggggg 💬 : line starts behind me 💬 : you'll have to fight me and my girlfriend for her 💬 : say that again when you confirm that you watched her 15 year old ass fend for her life on a survival show

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ a girl wearing glitter eye makeup and cowboy boots literally yelled "YOU'RE SO FINE" during the soundcheck and heran heard it, smiled, and winked. THE SCREAM THAT CAME AFTER??

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ a girl vlogged her day and in the middle of it she pauses the vide to say:

"okay I don't know her name yet but the blonde girl from enhypen? I'm making her my lockscreen." updated vlog the next day: "her name is heran. she's 21. I'm crying in respect."

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ and to think that all of this happened BEFORE they even performed properly. yeah an ICON

[luvhcarly]

YOU KNOW HOW TO BEG.

Every summer since you were born, you and your parents go to your friend’s house to a small town near the beach. Sunghoon which is their son, is your best friend since you can remember. You both know everything about each other. Every secret, every fear, everything. You were inseparable. But this summer is different…

PAIRINGS: dom!Sunghoon x fem reader

GENRE: smut, childhood bestfriends to lovers

TAGS: 18+, smut, p in v, unprotected sex (don’t!), swearing, teasing, fingering, angst, rough sex?, jealousy, pet names (good girl, baby…), edging a little, Sunghoon is mean to reader, insults, arguing, they are over 18+!!, lmk if I missed anything, not proof read

WC: 9K

A/N: Hii! :) Summer is coming and I am kind of getting obsessed with this kind of trope like during summer if u know what I mean hahah. Requests are opened.

!reminder English is not my first language!

July was the month you looked forward to all year. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, but what you loved most was that you could finally see him. Every year since you were born, you went with your parents to their friend's house, who had a son named Sunghoon. You and him, since you were little, were like an inseparable pair. Your laughter could be heard throughout the house, you told each other every single thing that happened. Every single secret, every single fear, every single crush. Everything. But you had a feeling that this summer would be different.

You were sitting in the car, your head leaning against the window and your eyes watching the surroundings. You had your headphones in your ears and were enjoying the summer song ‘Xo (only if you say yes’. When you saw the familiar houses and streets, a smile came to your face. It reminded you of how you and Sunghoon used to cycle through these streets since you were little.

The car stopped in front of a familiar house that held so many memories. Immediately, you took off your headphones and opened the car door without hesitation. The familiar smell of summer, cherries and the sea, which you loved so much, hit your nose. For a moment you closed your eyes and took a long deep breath.

Your father muttered something under his breath, but you overheard and opened your eyes, immediately scanning the terrace. And there he stood. Leaning against the door frame, his hands in his pockets, his figure taller than you remembered, his white T-shirt loose as usual. But something was different. His posture was closed. No emotion. His expression almost unreadable. The worst part was that he didn't even move. He just stood there, unsmiling. Without any reaction.

"You look like you grew another foot, Sasquatch." You let out a teasing laugh, but he ignored it. You expected something like "Still shorter than your ego," or "You look like a drowned cat in that travel hair." But nothing came out of him. He didn't even laugh, nothing.

"Hey." That was all Sunghoon let out, no emotion, no enthusiasm in his eyes. You were taken aback by his reaction and furrowed your eyebrows.

"That’s it? Just ‘hey’? After eleven months?" Sunghoon looked away from you, as if he didn’t even want to look at you. As if he was forced to stay here. You didn’t understand why he was acting so strange. So measured. Every summer, when you came, he would wait for you with a big smile on his face, his arms wide open, waiting for a hug. Now…? Now you felt like a burden to him.

“Didn’t know we were counting.” A small laugh escaped your lips, unsure.

“Well, I was.” Slowly, you walked over to him. Your chest felt tight, like maybe anxiety? Or something else? But you tried to act normal. “Anyway, I brought snacks this time. The good ones. You still inhale those sour candies, right?” You added, pointing to the back where your luggage was, a smile playing on your face.

"Not really into them anymore." Sunghoon didn't even look at you, while you expected him to laugh and say he was kidding. That he was just playing with you, but nothing came out of him.

Suddenly, his mother appeared from behind him, her usual sweet, friendly smile on her face.

“Oh, sweetheart! Look at you! Taller every year.” Immediately, she pulled you into a warm hug and you returned it. His mother, who was also like your second mother, had always been very kind and friendly to you. She tried to understand you as much as she could. She pulled away from the warm hug and really ran her eyes over you again.

“And more beautiful every year!” She added, placing her hands on both of your shoulders, while you just laughed at her sweet words. “Right, Hoon?” She turned her head to her son, who was staring at his phone this time, uninterested.

“Hoon?” His mother spoke again and he looked up, one eyebrow slightly raised.

“What?” She sighed at his rude reaction and rolled her eyes, her gaze shifting back to you.

“Boys…” She joked and you pursed your lips and cleared your throat. You had never felt so embarrassed as you did now… Sunghoon’s mom took her hands off your shoulders and gave you a warm smile again, while you kept your attention on him. Something about it didn’t sit right with you. His detachment was terrible. You didn’t understand what had changed between you. And you wanted to figure it out as soon as possible.

So when you put your things from your luggage in the closet, you looked around the room. A small sigh escaped your lips and your eyes noticed the small polaroid photos from last summer hanging on the mirror. With slow steps, you walked to the mirror and one photo, where you both lay on some field full of yellow flowers, with a smile on your faces, you took it in your hand and smiled softly at it. You didn't understand Sunghoon's behavior, why was he so cold towards you…

“Y/n, honey!” Your mother's soft voice came from behind the door and she opened the door, you quickly put the photo back in its original place and without hesitation you turned around, your eyebrows raised.

“Yes?”

“Dinner is ready. Come on.” She announced to you and you nodded at her words and nervously ran a hand through your hair. You took a deep breath and tried to convince yourself that maybe he just wasn't in the mood, that maybe it just seemed to you that he was so distant towards you. But the opposite was true.

You didn't say a word to each other the whole evening during dinner. His gaze was still fixed on his phone, trying to ignore your presence. But you suppressed the bad thoughts and tried to join the conversation between him and your parents, hoping that the bad feeling that was squeezing your chest would stop. Sunghoon barely touched his food, he ran his fingers over the screen of his phone, his expression neutral, which was unusual. Sunghoon was always the one who joked during dinner, had funny sarcastic remarks towards you, but now it was different.

He didn't even look at you out of the corner of his eye, he didn't want to look at you. He tried to ignore you as much as he could. And he was doing well until his mother spoke to him.

“Hoon, put the phone away and talk to y/n. I am sure that you have a lot of things that you want to say to each other.” It was the first time he had looked at you during the dinner, giving you a cold look. His eyes scanned you, as if searching for something in you, but then he suddenly stood up from his chair and put his phone in his pocket.

“I’m tired.” Sunghoon let out in a cold, deep, annoyed voice. Everyone watched as he walked to his room, leaving surprised looks behind him…

“I’m sorry about him. He is just acting weird lately.” His mother's voice came out, sad and disappointed. Your mother just waved her hand at her words and said that it was okay and that he was probably just not feeling well. And you hoped she was right.

After dinner, you helped put away the dirty plates and then went to your room. The Park’s house was huge, that's why you had your own room, which was small and cozy, it had everything you needed. Tired, you lay down on the bed and looked up at the ceiling of the room. His strange behavior kept running through your mind. You were inseparable, best friends… You must have been lying like that for an hour, thinking about what you had done wrong.

You took your phone in your hand and started scrolling through Instagram, watching stories of your friends having fun at some party. You laughed at a funny video that your friend shared. Then you slid to your contacts and started to scroll through them, when his name caught your eye, you stopped.

Active.

You got up from the bed and quietly crept out of your room. You directed your steps towards his room and when you appeared in front of his door, you hesitated. But then you knocked softly three times and his deep voice spoke with the words “come in.” You gripped the doorknob tightly in your hand at first, you still hesitated but then you opened the door and saw him sitting on the bed, his hands resting on his knees, his phone still in his hand, his hair messy and he had an expression on his face that you couldn’t read.

“Couldn’t sleep. Figured I’d come bug you like I always do.” He looked up from the phone at you, but then he shifted his gaze back to the phone. You cleared your throat and walked slowly towards him, as if you weren’t sure if you could do it.

“It’s late.” He spoke in a deep tone of voice and you sat down next to him, a little embarrassed at your appearance.

"Since when do you care about sleep? You used to stay up with me till sunrise bingeing the dumbest movies." He didn't answer. He remained silent and continued to swipe his finger across the screen of his phone, uninterested.

"Okay, seriously. What’s going on with you?" This time he finally put down his phone, but he still didn't look at you. His voice was cool. Controlled. Like he was completely sure of what he was saying.

"Nothing's going on. I'm just not in the mood to talk." His words stopped you and you knew he was lying. Sunghoon had never lied and he certainly wouldn't lie to you. So why now?

"You've been 'not in the mood' since I got here. You've barely said two full sentences to me. Is this how it's gonna be now?" You threw your hands up nervously and he shook his head at you, his eyes still fixed straight ahead.

"You're overthinking."

"Don't do that. Don't make me feel crazy for noticing the shift." You cut him off immediately, he could hear in your voice that you were quite sad and hurt by what he was saying.

Sunghoon took a deep breath through his nose, scratching the back of his neck, while you watched his every little move, looking for something - anything - anything similar.

"I missed you, you know. I was counting down the days to this trip. Like I always do. I thought… we’d pick up where we left off." Your voice was quieter than usual this time and he finally turned his eyes to you, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, but his expression still uninterested.

"Maybe that’s the problem, y/n.” Your heart stopped at that moment. His words were quiet, but loud at the same time.

"What’s that supposed to mean?" He shrugged, as if he didn’t even know what he meant by that.

"Maybe we’re not the same anymore. Maybe it’s not supposed to be like before." You had a puzzled look on your face, watching him speak with complete calm. You remained silent, not knowing what to say to him. The anger in you rose a little, you were angry. Downright pissed off at him for throwing your long-standing friendship in the trash like that.

"So you just…” You stopped, searching for the right words. “decided that on your own? Without even giving me a chance?" You threw your hands in the air angrily, while he rolled his eyes and clenched his jaw tightly.

"I’m tired, okay? Can we just drop it?” A tired sigh escaped his lips, he really wasn’t in the mood to deal with it tonight. Actually, he wasn’t in the mood to deal with it at all. And that made you angrier.

"No. We can’t just drop it. You’re pushing me away and acting like you don’t care about throwing our friendship away just like that.” You stood up from the bed angrier than before, but he just stared at you, at first without saying a word. But then he let out something that felt like a slap.

“Maybe I don’t.” Loudly, you swallowed, surprised, staring at him, as if you weren’t sure if you heard him correctly. For a moment, you stared at him without saying a word. Your eyes were starting to get a little glassy, ​​but you refused to cry. There was an uncomfortable silence in the room between you, but then you broke it.

“So now what, Sunghoon?” As you said his name, his gaze lifted to you. “we just... stop talking? After everything?” You crossed your arms over your chest as he watched you, watching the anger rise in you and the sadness as well.

“It’s easier this way.” You didn’t understand his words. Why was he saying that? Why was he acting like he didn’t care about your friendship?

"For who? Because it sure as hell isn’t easier for me” Bitterly you laughed, to make him feel that what he was saying was stupid and wrong of him. That he was hurting you. But Sunghoon didn’t even need to hear you, because he knew how your heart was breaking into a million pieces. That you felt like he had stuck a knife into it, and slowly and cruelly twisted it. He remained silent. And that was what you hated. Silence. And he knew it. The intensity between you was tight, suffocating, and took every breath away from you.

“You used to tell me everything. I knew what you were thinking before you even said it…” There was sadness in your voice, it was shaky, like you wanted to break down and cry, but you didn’t. “Now you look at me like I’m a stranger.” Finally, he got up from his bed and walked over to you, but there was still enough distance between you, his voice rough and cold.

"Maybe you are." At that moment, everything around you stopped. Your heart shattered, and for a moment you felt like you were literally choking.

“Wow.” You said in a low voice and put your hands in a defensive gesture, taking a step back as if his words had physically pushed you away.

"Okay. I get it. You don’t want to talk, you don’t want me here. Message received." When you turned around and were ready to leave, your hand resting on the doorknob, firmly, his words stopped you.

"I never asked you to come." He told you with a reluctance in his voice, as if he was telling you to get out right now and that he never wanted to see you again. You froze at his words. Your heart was pounding, despite the fact that you felt broken, hurt and taken aback by his unpleasant words. Then, you slowly turned around, your eyes more and more glassy and that was when he realized that he had crossed a line.

"You didn’t have to. I came because I always do. But maybe this is the last time."

And with those words you left, closing the door firmly behind you, not caring that you would wake yours or his parents. And he… and he just stood there frozen as if he was only just now starting to realize how horrible his words towards you were. Sunghoon didn't mean to say it as nasty as it sounded. He wanted to stay away from you, but he didn't realize that by doing so he was destroying everything you had built between each other over the years. He tried to protect your friendship at all costs, but he didn't realize that by doing so he was destroying it. He had completely destroyed it and there was no going back.

-

The next day you didn’t speak at all, nor did you look at each other. You just walked around, without saying a word, ignoring each other’s presence. You, you sat on a chair, looking at yourself in the mirror, wondering if you were should go to the bonfire. You and Sunghoon always went to the bonfire together, you spent every single year wrapped in a blanket, sitting by the fire with his friends. Well, now… you didn’t know if you were coming, since you broke off contact and ignored each other the whole day.

You took a deep breath and nervously ran your hand through your hair. At that moment, your mom appeared from behind the door, a sweet smile on her face, but her eyebrows slightly raised, curious.

“Are you not coming to the bonfire with Sunghoon, honey?” She stepped into your room and you made eye contact with her through the mirror.

“I’m not in the mood…” She saw in you that you were sad about something, hurt. And she also saw how you and Sunghoon were acting, you weren’t laughing at the whole house, you weren’t sneaking up to the roof like usual to look at the stars together.

“Is everything okay between you and Sunghoon?” Her voice was soft and careful, she was afraid that she was interfering where she didn’t belong. You turned to her and let out a deep sigh, but then you smiled, pretending that nothing was happening and that everything was fine between you.

“Yes, everything is fine.” Even though she wasn't sure what you were saying, she nodded because she didn't want to dig into it any further. So she placed her hand on your head and caressed you, her touch gentle and loving as always.

“Okay, but I think you should go. Have some fun a little? You always loved bonfires and that was the most thing you were looking forward to.” At her words you nodded and smiled, it was true. You always loved bonfires, the pleasant atmosphere, the roaring sea and its salty smell. Why would you let someone like Sunghoon ruin your favorite event? And so you went, listening your mother’s words without hesitation.

The fire crackled in the center of the circle, sending sparks spiraling into the sky. Everyone’s gathered — drinks in hand, voices blending in laughter and stories. The air smelled like smoke, salt, and summer. The night felt alive. You sat near the fire, a blanket wrapped around your shoulders, a red cup of water in your hand.

Then Jay, one of Sunghoon’s longtime friends, made his way over, holding two marshmallows on sticks, offering you one with a crooked grin.

“You still burn them black on purpose, or have your roasting skills improved?” He joked and you laughed at his words, your eyes shining with surprise.

“Jay? I didn’t even see you earlier!” With a laugh you replied.

"You’ve been ignoring me, obviously."He said teasingly and winked at you, sitting down next to you and you graciously accepted the marshmallow stick from him.

"Please. If anyone’s been ignoring anyone, it’s your best friend over there." You nodded at Sunghoon, who was sitting not far from the two of you, a red cup held to his lips, sipping. Half-involved in another conversation but his eyes were watching. Always watching. He clenched his jaw tightly when he heard his name, even though you didn’t say it directly. His fingers tightened around the cup.

“Yeah, he’s been in a mood lately. Can’t figure him out.” Jay spoke up, agreeing with you. Sunghoon was acting strange around him too, which Jae didn’t quite understand. He was measured and colder.

“Join the club.” You pressed your lips together and then you laughed together. Jay smacked your shoulder playfully a little and you did the same. Nothing more intense. No flirting between you. Just two people enjoying each other's presence, friendly. But for Sunghoon it was something more. Even though he didn't admit it, his look said it all.

He couldn't stop staring at how you always slightly leaned closer to Jay when he said something and how your lips always curved into a small smile and then into a gentle and sincere laugh. The way Jay smiled at you and observed every single detail of you and the way your knees gently touched.

"Still remember the summer you beat all of us at Mario Kart and wouldn’t let it go for weeks?" Jay reminded you of the summer two years ago, when everything was still fine and Sunghoon didn't see you as a stranger.

"Obviously. That was the peak of my existence." You laughed at that and he did the same, tilting his head back a little but then looking at you with a big smile.

"You peaking at seventeen is so tragic." He joked and you rolled your eyes at him, but then you burst out laughing.

"Says the guy who got destroyed with a blue shell and threw the controller." Your laughter was loud, which made Sunghoon turn away. You teased each other more and he didn't like that. He didn't like that you were sharing something you once shared with him. His fingers wrapped around the cup more tightly, then just like that he threw the cup away and stood up. Annoyed, he stormed over to you both, you both looked up at him, not understanding.

"Didn’t realize we were all here to relive middle school memories." He let out and the circle around the fire quieted down a bit.

"Didn’t realize you were paying attention at all." You replied coolly, while Jay looked from you to him. He saw the intensity and anger between you, so he stood up and put his hands in a defensive gesture.

"Okay, I’m just gonna… roast my marshmallow now." He spoke and Sunghoon glared at him.

“Yeah, you should.” He said in a low voice and Jay sat down on the other side of the circle and you shook your head and put the marshmallow stick aside, your eyes burning with disgust and anger. But his eyes burning with jealousy, guilt.

You couldn't take it anymore, the anger, so you stood up and directed your steps towards the beach, which was nearby. Your feet sinking into the warm sand, leaving a pleasant feeling. The laughter and music blur in the distance. You just wanted to breathe — to get away from his eyes, his voice, the way he still gets under your skin with nothing but a sentence. You wrapped the blanket you had wrapped around your shoulders tighter and stopped by the seashore, watching the waves. Your nose was immediately hit by a familiar scent that you had always loved. This was exactly what you needed.

Then suddenly you heard footsteps and you didn’t even have to turn around because you knew it was him.

“Of course you had to follow me.” You muttered with an annoyed laugh and he just walked closer to you without a word, his steps heavy but quiet at the same time. “What? You’re not done embarrassing me in front of everyone yet?” You quickly turned around and he looked at you in surprise, but then just stared blankly again.

“You didn’t seem embarrassed.” He shrugged at that and you furrowed your eyebrows at it.

“Oh, screw you!” You shook your head and looked away but then you looked back at him, his lips in a thin line, his eyes dark as if there was nothing in them.

"You’ve been treating me like crap since I got here. Ignoring me, pushing me away, pretending like I don’t even exist — and then suddenly, the second someone else talks to me, you act like I’ve committed some crime?" Your tone of voice was raised and the anger in you was rising again and he was aware of it. He put his hands in his pockets, uninterested, but he answered you anyway.

"Didn’t realize a marshmallow was that intimate." Teasingly he joked and you threw the blanket you had wrapped around your shoulders at him.

“God, you are such an asshole!” You yelled at him and he just looked at you, his attitude calm, too calm.

"Maybe I just got tired of pretending we’re still who we used to be." He shrugged uninterestedly and you sighed furiously.

“I don’t get it. You used to tell me everything. And now? Now you won’t even look me in the eye unless you’re making some stupid comment to piss me off." Your voice was shaky again, but you were still angry. Sunghoon looked away from you as if he couldn’t even look you in the eye.

“And I’m standing here, trying to understand why the person I’ve known my whole life suddenly acts like I’m a stranger. And you just… act like it doesn’t even bother you.” Again, your eyes were glassy, ​​your chest clenched with that unpleasant feeling like before.

“Maybe you should stop fucking trying. It’s annoying.” He let out a measured, cold sigh and looked at you. He could see from your expression that he had hurt you even more than before.

“Wow…” You took a step back. “If you want to pretend we never meant anything to each other — fine. I hope it keeps you warm at night.” And with those words, you walked away, leaving him alone again. And then his form broke for a moment, but then he put the mask back on and sighed. He watched your figure slowly disappear from his sight. And he, just staring, trying to come to terms with the fact that it was really all over now…

A week had passed since you last talked on the beach. You continued to ignore each other's presence and others, not just your mom, had started to notice it. You were all sitting in the garden together, grilling, laughing at silly things and other things. After a long time, you felt relaxed, sitting on a chair, a glass of lemonade in your hand. Sunghoon was sitting right across from you, his attention focused on his phone and nothing else around interested him.

“Your mom mentioned that you are leaving earlier than them?” Suddenly his mother asked and your smile slipped, and he looked up for a moment but then redirected his gaze back to the phone, but he still listened attentively.

“Yeah, I have some stuff that I want to finish before the school starts again.” You said, pulling your legs closer to your chest and taking a sip of your lemonade, which you then placed on the table.

“Oh, really? Or is there some boy in it?” She leaned closer to you, curiosity in her eyes, and as you were about to answer, Sunghoon surprised you with his sharp words.

“Nah I don’t think so. She’s got options, though. Trust me. Guys lining up to feed her marshmallows." The whole table laughed at his words, not knowing if he was serious or just joking. But you didn't find it funny.

"What's your problem?" You asked him in an angry voice. This was the first time in a week that you had looked at him properly again.

"Just trying to participate. You're the one who hates when I stay quiet, remember?" He teased with mockery in his eyes and voice.

"Better than saying something stupid." Your parents noticed how your mutual nagging sounded different than before. It was more intense and more like a snarl. And they weren't wrong.

"Guess you'll have to pick your poison." He shrugged at that.

"Kids-" his mother said, but you both ignored her.

"Can you just stop acting like a jerk for five minutes?" You furrowed your eyebrows and snapped at him, your voice raised and everyone could feel the immense anger coming from you.

"Can you stop acting like a bitch and sticking your nose into things that don’t concern you?” His eyes narrowed, as if he was watching you, watching you react to his words. Everyone remained silent, surprised by the whole situation. You, you shook your head at that and quickly stood up, staring at him.

“I’m done. Thanks for the dinner. It was lovely.” With those words you left, leaving everyone surprised and saddened at the same time by what had just happened before their eyes. Sunghoon stayed seated, clearing his throat to at least lighten the air a little but didn’t say anything. He just watched you walk away, holding tightly to the glass of water that would probably shatter in his hand if he squeezed it even tighter.

A cold breeze enveloped your body and you immediately grabbed yourself by your shoulders and hugged yourself, hoping to warm up. The sand on your feet was cold, but that was the least of what was bothering you right now. Your gaze was fixed on the sea again and you were enjoying the last moment you were here. In two days you are leaving back home, and you will probably never come back here. And you will forget everything that was. All those memories, the friendship you have built over the years. That hurt you the most. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes for a moment, trying to enjoy the moment of silence and the smell of the salty sea.

"You’re really leaving?" His voice surprised you and you flinched at it. But you didn’t look at him, even though you felt his intense gaze.

"Why do you care?" Coldly you asked him and he swallowed loudly.

"Because I didn’t think you would." Bitterly you laughed at his words and turned to him, your arms crossed over your chest. Sunghoon had an expression on his face that you couldn’t read. Did he look disappointed? No, you were probably just imagining it.

“Well, I got tired of being somewhere I clearly don’t belong.” He stayed silent. He didn’t even know what to say, because anything he said would be inappropriate and wouldn’t fix it, but he tried anyway.

“I’m sorry. About dinner. I shouldn’t have said that.” He scratched the back of his neck and bit his bottom lip, nervously. Finally, you could feel a different energy coming from him… which felt strange.

“You’ve been saying a lot of things you shouldn’t lately.” You took a deep breath and broke eye contact with him, your attention shifting back to the sea in front of you and he did the same. You both just stared, speechless, Sunghoon deep in thought. But then a thought hit his head.

"If you’re really leaving…” Softly he started speaking, as if he was afraid of your reaction. “We should swim in the sea. One last time. Just like we used to.” When he mentioned the last time you were here a year ago, you swallowed loudly, turning to him, surprised. Sunghoon chuckled at your reaction.

“What?” He slowly touched the fabric of his shirt and took it off, while you remained frozen. A smirk playing on his features, as if it wasn’t even a matter of importance that he was undressing in front of you. Your eyes were immediately struck by his chest and his tones abs, which you swallowed loudly at.

“Come on.” He pointed his head at the sea and you blinked, hesitating.

“You think some swimming in the sea like we used to will fix anything?” He paused at your words, but then let out a long sigh.

“No, but maybe we could try to remember how we used to be… before everything” You could hear the sincerity in his voice. It was strange. He had been cold towards you since you arrived, and now? Now he was trying to make up for it….

“I don’t have a swimsuit.”

"Me neither." He shrugged and slowly started unzipping his jeans with his fingers, and your eyes immediately slipped in there and you widened in surprise.

"Are you fucking serious?!" You said with a slightly panicked tone and he flinched. He found it funny how you acted like you'd never done this before, that you hadn't swam in the sea. Even though you were wearing swimsuits then, it wouldn't be any different now except that you'd be naked. But it's dark, who cares? He won't be able to see anything.

"Dead serious." Before his jeans and boxers could completely fall off the sand, you quickly turned around and closed your eyes, a blush immediately rising to your cheeks. He ran into the water without a word, laughing.

"Oh my god! You're actually crazy." You laughed and immediately the hot water touching his skin made him sigh. You moved your hand away from your eyes a little and looked at him out of the corner of your eye. Once. The first time and the third time you put your hand completely down and looked at him, still hesitating. You rolled your eyes and took a deep breath and slowly started to take off your shirt. Sunghoon didn't even have to be told to turn around because he did it automatically.

When you took off your shirt, your body was immediately embraced by the evening breeze and a chill ran down your spine. Sunghoon, even though his back was turned to you, watched you slowly undress out of the corner of his eye, leading his thoughts where they shouldn't be. But he immediately suppressed them.

You put your pants aside and hugged your body and slowly started walking into the water. The water was cold at first, but then it became warm and pleasant. When you were fully in the water, Sunghoon turned towards you completely and you both looked at each other without a word. For a small moment, you both felt like a year ago, where you were here together. When you almost kissed and that summer, there was something more between you. Something more intense, more romantic than ever before.

Sunghoon disappeared under the water for a moment, his hair completely soaked and he ran his hand through it. Drops of water slowly ran down his cheek and there was still silence between you, but you interrupted him.

"Why did you throw everything away? Our friendship.” After a moment of silence, you asked him, while he just watched you. He watched as the moon fell on your shoulders, which were sticking out of the water. “Why are you acting like nothing happened? Like we didn’t almost kiss last summer? Like that didn’t mean anything to you?” Sunghoon was most afraid of this question. Exactly at this point, you almost kissed… When you were already expecting silence to remain, he spoke.

“It meant everything to me.” He said quietly, as if he was only talking to himself. But you heard him quite clearly, and you blinked at him. “I thought about it every damn day after…” He admitted and paused for a moment, took a deep breath and then continued. “I wanted to tell you. I wanted to call… But I panicked. I didn’t know what to do with it.” His words surprised you, but you still didn't understand why he had pushed you away so suddenly. "With you—with how you made me feel." Even though his words were as honest as ever, you still felt hurt. Broken into a million pieces.

“So you just… cut me off?” You spoke with a shaky voice and Sunghoon saw the drops running down your cheeks, not knowing if they were tears or just drops of water.

“I was scared. That I’d ruin it. That if I told you I wanted more, you’d look at me differently. And then I’d lose the only person who ever really knew me.” Sunghoon finally said everything that had been bothering him all year. He expected you to yell at him, to hit him, to cry, whatever. But he didn’t expect you to just stare at him silently, without a word. What he said couldn’t fix what he had broken, he knew that himself.

There was silence and the only thing that could be heard was the sound of the sea and your intense beating of each other’s hearts. You couldn’t handle it. You slowly got ready to leave, ignoring that he would see you, you didn’t care. But you didn’t expect him to grab your wrist and pull you back into the water.

“Wait—wait.” He let out a panicked sigh and you shifted your eyes from your hand to his face. He had a broken and frightened expression on his face.

“Don’t go.” He swallowed loudly, fear in his voice. “Please…” His heart was beating at an incredible pace and his breathing was heavier than usual. “I’m sorry. For everything. For messing this up.” Even though he knew that one stupid apology wouldn’t be enough, he tried, hoping you’d give him another chance.

“I don’t want you to leave thinking I didn’t care. I never stopped caring.” Your breath hitched at his words and his grip on your wrist tightened, as if he was afraid that if he loosened even a little, you would leave.

“Then why did you make me feel like I was nothing to you?” Your voice was soft but heavy, full of mixed emotions.

“Because you were everything. And I didn’t know how to hold on to that without breaking it.” He whispered, searching your eyes for anything that would tell him that you wouldn’t leave. That you would give him a chance to make it all right. That you still saw him the same way you did before. The waves of the sea touched your bodies and you shifted your gaze to your hand where he was still holding you tightly.

“You don’t get to say stuff like that after pushing me away. After making me feel like I imagined everything.” You raised your eyes and looked into his, his eyes were sad, full of longing and begging for your forgiveness and for a kinder hope.

“You didn’t imagine it.” He admitted and swallowed loudly and you bit your bottom lip, nervously.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about it either. That night… the almost kiss. I tried to forget it. Tried to convince myself it didn’t mean anything.” To keep from collapsing, you stopped and took a deep breath and then continued. “But it did. It still does.”

Sunghoon stared silently, not knowing if he had really heard correctly. His grip still firm, his heart beating intensely. He slowly lowered his hand and swallowed loudly, thinking. While you, you stared at him without a word, waiting for him to say or do something.

“Then why are we still standing here like this?” His words surprised you and without further hesitation you closed the distance between you and pressed your lips to his. The kiss was soft, full of unanswered questions. You pulled away for a moment, but this time he pressed his lips first, his hand immediately slid to your waist pulling you closer and your arms wrapping around his neck.

He deepened the kiss, his other hand gently cupping your cheek. The ocean waves lapped softly against your skin, but all you could focus on was the warmth of his body pressed against yours. He pulled you closer, and you could feel his heartbeat racing in sync with yours. Sunghoon couldn’t believe it that he is holding you like this, kissing you.

A small sigh escaped from your lips and for a brief moment you pulled away, looking deeply into his eyes. But then he in an instant pulled you back, kissing you harder.

"Don't run away," he whispered against your lips, one hand tangling in your wet hair. The moon above cast a gentle glow on his face, making his features even more beautiful. He kissed you again, more passionately this time, his strong arms securing you against him.

“I’m not-“ You mumbled into the kiss which made him smile softly against your lips, cutting off your words with another tender kiss. His hands began to explore your body more freely, tracing the curves of your back and hips. The ocean water swirled around you both, adding a sensual rhythm to the moment. He pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against yours.

“Do you… do you want me to stop?” Carefully he asked, as if he wasn't sure if that was okay.

“No.” But your words reassured him and he pressed his lips to yours again. Sunghoon's hands slide down to your hips, pulling you even closer until there's no space between your bodies. He kisses you passionately, his tongue exploring your mouth with a hunger he's never felt before. The ocean waves crash softly against your naked bodies.

His hands move from your hips to grip your backside, lifting you up and carrying you to the shore, carefully he put you down on the sand, his mouth never leaving yours. Your fingers slowly made their way to his hair as He positions himself between your legs, his muscular body hovering over you as he continues to completely devour your mouth. The moonlight casts a silvery glow on your intertwined bodies, highlighting every curve and muscle.

Sunghoon pulled away from you, both of you gasping for air. His eye admired every part of your body. "You're so beautiful." Fuck, you really were. The moonlight casts highlighted every part of your body. Your body was like a heaven to him. A small blush appeared on your cheeks, as his voice was soft and gentle.

When he leaned to kiss you again, you felt his hard cock press slightly against your naked thigh, making you let out a little gasp. Your body was trembling beneath him from it and he could feel it so he grinded against your thigh again, intentionally this time, wanting to feel your reaction again. One hand trails down your side, tracing your hip bone while the other supports his weight.

"Is this okay?" There was worry heard in his voice, like he was making sure that every move he made was okay with you, that he wasn’t going too fast on you.

“Yes.” A soft groan escapes Sunghoon's lips at your response, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment. He leans down to capture your mouth in a searing kiss again, his tongue dancing with yours. His hand on your hip slides down between your legs. Your mouth fell wide open when his fingers gently started to explore your folds, testing your readiness.

"So soft," he murmured against your lips, his fingers slowly circling your clit, making you let out a sigh of pleasure. The wetness between your legs increasing by it and it only served to fuel his desire. He broke the kiss to look at you, his eyes dark with lust.

“I want to make you feel good.”

“P-please.” With a pleading eyes you said, begging him to do something about it. Your begging face made him groan.

"Fuck, your sounds..." He murmured, applying more pressure as he continued to circle your sensitive bud. His cock throbbing against your thigh, desperate to be inside you, but he's determined to make sure you're properly prepared. Slowly, he slided one finger inside, testing how tight you are, your eyes widening at the feeling.

Fuck, how he loved how you responded to his touch. He stared into your eyes, watching your reactions as he slowly pumped his finger in and out of you.

"So tight," he groaned, adding a second finger to stretch you out. Immediately a loud moan escaping from our lips, his thumb continuing to circle your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to make your hips buck against his hand.

“Sunghoon~” The sound of his name on your lips nearly breaks his control. Again, he kisses you deeply, swallowing your moans as his fingers continued their steady pace. "You're doing so well, baby," His voice was soft but as he whispered it against your lips, his thumb increasing pressure on your clit. "I want to make you come." At his praising words, you hid your face in the crook of his neck, as the pleasure was too much.

“Mhm-“ A muffled sound came out of you as you wrapped your hand around his neck, bucking your hips more forward to his hand. He chuckled softly, his fingers curling upwards to hit that spot inside you that made you see stars.

"Look at me," he demanded gently, his thumb rubbing faster, making you gasp. He nuzzled your face back into his neck, trying to get you to look up at him. You obeyed to his words and you pulled away from his neck, locking eyes with him. Sunghoon felt your body trembling, your eyes were more and more watery from the pleasure. And fuck… how he loved seeing that.

"You're so close, aren't you?" He asked, his fingers pausing inside you to torment you further.

“W-why did you stop?” When he stopped you in an instant blurted out, trying to catch your breath, his fingers still inside but not moving at all.

"Because I want to watch you fall apart," Seductively, he whispered, his fingers starting to move again - slower this time - drawing out your pleasure. His thumb circled your clit again, knowing exactly how to touch you to drive you wild.

"Let go, baby. Let me see you come." Sunghoon leaned closer to your ear, whispering as he kept pounding his fingers into you, enjoying how you responded to him.

“F-fuck-“ As the pleasure was too much for you, you squeezed your eyes, throwing your head back a little. In an instant he buried his face in your neck, his fingers moving faster and harder as he felt your body tensing.

"That's it, come for me," he encouraged, his own breathing growing ragged. Your mouth opened in an ‘O’ as you felt your climax reaching. He wanted to watch you, but he was too focused on giving you the release you need.

Deeply, he groaned, feeling your walls clenching around his fingers as you came undone, making you moan loudly. Your moans like a music to his ears. He slowed down his movements, gently riding out your orgasm until your body stopped trembling. He pulled his fingers out slowly, bringing them to his mouth to suck off your wetness.

"Fucking beautiful.” Without breaking eye contact with you, he said, watching how your cheeks were flushed red, your breathing heavy. Your eyes slowly slid down to his red cock, pre-cum leaking from it, asking to be inside of you. Sunghoon noticed your hungry stare and without hesitation he grabbed you by your hips, roughly.

“Fuck, flip over.” At his words, you switched your gaze to him, surprised.

“W-what?”

"On your stomach," he repeated, his voice lowering as he gets more impatient. He wanted to be behind you, to wrap his arms around you and pull you onto him. When you saw how he was getting more impatient, you flipped over, supporting your body with your hands.

"Good girl," Left from his lips as he watched how you obeyed to him without a second thought. He lifted your hips up so you're on your knees. "Look at you," He murmured as he pressed his hard cock against your bare ass, making your mouth fall open. Sunghoon noticed how your body tensed when he pressed his cock against your ass. To tease you even more, he took his cock into his hand and gave it a few pumps before teasing your entrance with his tip, making you let out a little cry at the feeling. He chuckled darkly, teasing your entrance with his tip but not pushing in.

"You're so wet and ready for me," He whispered, his hands gripping your hips tightly. He pulled back slightly before pushing forward again, just enough to spread your wetness around but not entering you fully yet.

“Hoon… fuck- please don’t- don’t tease me.” You were struggling with your words and he enjoyed it, and he groaned at your plead, his grip on your hips tightening.

"Fuck, you know how to beg," He said, finally pushing just the tip inside you. He pulls back out slowly, teasing you again. "Is this what you want?" His voice strained with desire.

“Yes! Please Hoon, I- please fuck me with your cock. I-I swear I’ll be-“

"Shut up," Without mercy he slammed his entire length inside you in one go. He stayed there for a moment, letting you get used to his size before pulling back and thrusting forward even harder. "You’re gonna shut that pretty mouth of yours and just take my dick, alright?" A loud whimper came out of you as he leaned down, pressing his chest against you back, whispering into your ear. “Alright, y/n?”

At his question you nodded your head and you squeezed your eyes shut as he began to move, making you open your mouth into a little ‘O’ again. He groaned in satisfaction, seeing your reaction.

"Fuck, look at you taking my cock so well," He praised, his hips moving faster and harder, one hand gripping your hip while the other reaches around to rub your clit in sync with his thrusts.

“Mh- H-Hoon~”

"Fuck, you're so fucking hot when you say my name," The fingers over your clit moving faster as he continued to pound into you from behind. "I’m gonna fuck this pretty little pussy until you’re screaming my name," he threatened, his voice low and rough.

“P-please I’m gonna-“ Again, you started to feel the familiar pleasure, and he felt it too.

"That's it, keep making those fucking noises," Sunghoon encouraged, his fingers pressing firmly against your clit as he continues to fuck you hard and fast. "You’re gonna come all over my dick, aren’t you? You’re gonna squeeze me so tight when you come." His dirty talk was like heaven, you couldn’t even think properly so you just nodded at his words, his cock hitting every right spot inside you.

"Come on then, I wanna feel you come apart on my dick," he urged, his hips moving erratically as he chased his own release. "I’m close, fuck I'm so close," You moaned as he groaned into your ear, his fingers moving in tight circles over your clit.

With every deep thrust you felt your body trembling, feeling like you would collapse from the pleasure.

"Fuck, can you feel that?" His hips were slapping against your ass with each thrust. "I’m hitting that spot deep inside you, aren’t I? The one that makes you see stars?" He leaned down to whisper in your ear, his breath hot and ragged.

“Mhm-“ Even though you tried to say a proper word, nothing came out. Only moans, which were like music to his ears.

"That's it, take it," He growled feeling your pussy clamp down around him as you got closer to your orgasm. "Fuck, just like that." Gently, he bit down on your shoulder, marking you as his, his cock driving into you relentlessly, hitting the right spot. Suddenly your walls tighten around his veiny cock and you came, making a mess on his cock as he wanted. Oh, and he loved every bit of it. But still he kept thrusting into you, trying to case his own high, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you back onto him even harder.

"Not done yet," You cried as he kept his ruthless pace, not stopping at all, his hips jerking erratically as he got closer.

“Sunghoon, I-I can’t-“

"Shut up and take it," Sunghoon snapped, his control completely gone as he fucked you through your sensitivity. His fingers dig into your hips harshly, holding you in place as he slammed into you over and over. And with one final thrust, he came, filling up your pussy, his hips jerking slightly with each wave of his release. "Jesus," He muttered, pulling back slightly then pushing back in again slowly, like he can't get enough. Even though your pussy was hurting from his ruthless pace, you moaned as he still kept buried inside you for a while.

"Goddamn, that was intense," Fnally stilling his hips as he catches his breath. He leaned forward, pressing soft kisses along your shoulder blade while still buried deep inside you. His hands gently caressed your sides, a stark contrast to how roughly he just held you.

You were out of breath, your body hurting because of how rough he was, but you enjoyed it. Then he slowly pulls out of you, sudden emptiness rushing over you and slowly you flipped back into your back, trying to catch your breath. Sunghoon laid his body down next to yours, your fingers slightly brushing against each other.

After a few moments of just lying there, Sunghoon turned his head to look at you. His eyes soft and warm, a stark contrast to the intense, almost angry way he looked at you during sex. He reached out and gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, making you smile. You weren’t expecting him to fuck you so good after you just found out why he shut you down. But honestly, you didn’t care. You were happy, you felt loved and that’s what mattered.

Sunghoon leaned in and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead before resting his head back down. For a few moments, he just stared at you, taking in your peaceful face and the slight flush to your cheeks.

“What do we tell our parents?” You broke the silence between you two. He let out a small chuckle, brushing his fingers through your hair gently.

"I don’t know yet, but probably best not to mention the fact that I just fucked you senseless…”

[justcruisingaroundrevived]

So. You ever heard the song Final Girl by Graveyardguy? It's basically a dude talking about getting off on stalking and terrorizing this girl who he thinks is all innocent and sweet only for the song to reveal that the girl is just as messed up as the guy, if not even more. So, with that song in mind, could you perhaps write a fic about yandere Pete with a fem reader who actually enjoys the disturbing displays of "affection" and loves playing the innocent victim for him despite being just as twisted as he is. The type of dynamic where he'd send her those gorey and disturbing love letters, and she'd frame them and swoon over every bloody Polaroid photo he'd send. Every animal bone in her mailbox is cleaned and displayed on her dresser. Every threat of violence seems like a declaration of love to her. Maybe she'd even do things on purpose to drive him crazier. Leaving her clothes drying on the clothesline for just a little longer than needed so that he has ample time to steal them. Pretending not to notice when he stares at her so he can fantasize for even longer. Yeah.

God I love your work so much I really hope this isn't too deranged of a request. Okay thank youuuu!!

signed,

- Pete's final girl <3

Do You Wanna Be The Final Girl?

Summary: Yandere! Pete x Willing! Reader

TW/CW: Yandere behavior, obsessive tendencies, stalking, animal bones, preserved body parts, implied erection, Pete being a pervert

A/N: A lot of you want to die, and that’s kind of real <3

Reblogs are appreciated!

* You first notice him looking at you in class. Doodling in your notebook, you looked up and saw him

* Red baseball cap, blue jacket, skull shirt. His eyes looked straight into your soul. You swore he was drooling a little while doing so

* Admittedly…he was kind of cute. You don’t know, something about the way he stay fixated on you while doing the most mundane tasks was something

* Then came him staring you while you were at your locker. His friends were talking about nerdy shit, and he was still focusing on you. It was like you froze him in place

* Okay…he had a staring problem, but so what? Maybe there’s something behind you that he’s invested in (you know you’re lying to yourself, but whatever keeps your mind busy

* The final straw was a package sent to you. Opening revealed the complete skeletal form of a bird.

* Strangely, you didn’t freak out. Sure, most people would be calling 911 right now and report the creepy horror kid’s sending them bones of animals

* You, on the other hand, were flattered. Finally, a guy that wasn’t afraid of expressing his emotions and actually had the balls to open his heart like that!

* You displayed the bones proudly, and wrote in your journal about him

* Could you consider it a cat and mouse game? Maybe

* He dropped his schedule one day, and you took note on what his breaks were.

* Pete started to see you more often. It was like when he was there, you were there as well. Pretending to be busy (you were just looking at your locker) and felt your heart go out of your chest when you felt those same eyes on you

* It was so exhilarating, honestly. You had a secret admirer, and sure, it may be stalkerish, but who cares?! He was a catch

* Sadly, looking in his direction met him hiding from you.

* Every time he sent you weirder stuff (like a preserved mouse heart or a pig’s kidneys), it was proudly displayed on your desk. Some nights, you look at them and admire them. He was such a sweetheart, honestly! He even started to memorize your favorite animals

* And those “love letters” kept you going for the entire week when you were feeling down

* You finally got to talk to him when the teacher partnered you two up.

* Admittedly, it was weird. For someone so brave, he was weirdly silent with you

* Looking away at you, becoming red face while you talk, and mainly focusing on the blank piece of paper

* You said your goodbyes, and “left” your hoodie.

* Pete was shaking at this opportunity. You always had that hoodie on, and just leaving it here?! It was like the gods answered his prayers

* He looked left and right…he picked it up…

* And he smelt. Every sweat, lotion, body mist, food you had for lunch today. EVERYTHING was on your hoodie.

* He may or may not have a tent forming in his pants

* You? Watching him in the corner. God, it was so exciting seeing him act like a creep. His true nature. It was like watching all of your dreams come true

* “Fuck tease” he growled. He stuffed your jacket into his bag and ran out of that library

* Even his thick accent was so fucking hot!

* God, you can get used to this

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Hi I was wondering if you write for James potter, if don’t please ignore this. But I’ve been obsessed with Alex Warren’s new song ordinary it literally is such a James potter love song to me. And I don’t know maybe a story about this song with James and the reader like maybe they are friends and one day it’s just clicked in James head it’s always been her. I don’t know the song is just so beautiful

Hi! thank you for the request! I do write for James ❤︎

Also, I love this song! Love, love, love.

I don't think I've done the song justice, but here it is!

Win for me

James Potter x reader

2.1k words

cw: fluff, lil bit of pining

No one questioned when you called James, he came. You were his oldest friend. You were practically neighbors, just living two streets away from each other. You had gotten lost, turned down the wrong street, and James helped you get home. There weren’t too many kids in the neighborhood so you and James latched onto each other and pledged to be lifelong friends. 

Your friendship didn’t waver or falter when you arrived at Hogwarts and got sorted into different houses. You still spent plenty of time together. You’d study together and sometimes sit together for meals. There were plenty of times when you were invited to hang out with his new roommates. You got along with all of them, although none quite as well as James. Merlin, you would describe him as your person, except he wasn’t yours. 

That idea passed through your mind several times as you got older. You never acted on it though; your friendship with James was too important to you. You didn’t flirt with him or act any differently than you would’ve for him. That being said, you were still closer to James than you were to anyone, let alone any other guy. 

James was the reason you wore Gryffindor colors to quidditch matches, even when they were facing your own house. Those games you sat with Sirius, Remus and Peter; otherwise you sat with your house. James was the reason you knew so much about quidditch. He would ramble on and on about it before you even stepped foot onto the Hogwarts campus. James was the reason why you occasionally got detention. He was the reason you passed several classes over the years, and you were the reason he passed some as well. 

“What’s going on between you and Potter?” a boy had asked you once.

“Huh? James?”

The boy nodded.

“Nothing,” you said with a shrug. “He’s just my best friend.”

“You’re not dating or nothing?”

You laughed. “No, we’re not. Haven’t you heard though? He fancies Lily.”

“Ah, didn’t know that. Then how about you ‘n’ me, Hogsmeade?” 

For some reason, whenever a conversation like this happened, a boy asking you out, your brain immediately went to the pipe dream of hoping that maybe one day James would like you back and you would be more than just friends.

“No thank you,” you said.

You’d give the boy a polite smile before walking away. Your friends always questioned you about it later. They didn’t understand why you turned away guy after guy. There was a decent variety of them, enough to disprove your ‘not my type’ excuse. Except that your type was James, and you just couldn’t tell anyone that. 

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“Capt, your girl’s waiting for you!” Gideon yelled as he entered Gryffindor’s changing room.

Gryffindor was facing Slytherin today. You wanted to wish James good luck, as you did before every match. You knew he would appreciate it extra today with everything that rode on this game. By everything, you meant his pride. He would essentially disappear for a week straight if they lost today, and you weren’t going to let that happen. 

“Hey you!” James cooed when he stepped outside.

You flung your arms around him. Out of habit, his arms wrapped themselves around you and he rested his chin on top of your head.

“Good luck, James. You’re going to crush it out there, I know it.”

“Thank you, love,” he murmured into your hair.

You gave him an extra squeeze. “Win for me?”

“Just for you.”

He gave you a bright grin as he pulled back and out of your arms. You waved to him before turning to join the herds making their way up into the stands. James watched you until you disappeared from sight, slowly blending in with the crowd. Only once he couldn’t see you, James returned back to the changing room. He ran a hand through his hair. 

Marlene grabbed his shoulder as soon as he walked in.

“So when you come to your senses and ask her out?” she asked him.

He gave her a confused expression. “What d’ya mean?”

“That was the first time you didn’t yell ‘Not my girl’ when going to Y/N. So you’ve stopped harassing Lily and asked out the right one, right? When’d you do it?”

James shook his head with a small smile on his face. “Not my girl,” he whispered before pulling away from Marlene to grab his broom. 

He needed to give his pre-game speech to the team. He shook his head again. You weren’t his girl. You didn’t want to be, right? He would be lying if he hadn’t thought about you from time to time. No, you were his best friend. You were closer to him than Peter, than Remus, than Sirius. So he stopped himself from even entertaining the idea. You were his girl friend, not his girlfriend. 

James gave his speech, just like he planned to. The team was hyped. They thrived on the energy from the stands when they exited their locker room. The cheers from the crowds were almost deafening. The team mounted their brooms and met the Slytherin team in the air. James let his focus waver for a moment, flicking to where he knew you would be standing, cheering for him. 

Then the match started. James had laser focus, and you could tell that nothing was going to distract him. He was on his A-game. It was always mesmerizing to watch him in the zone. He was so nimble on a broom. He had such control over it, not even considering how easily he caught and threw the quaffle. You cheered and yelled yourself hoarse as James scored goal after goal. 

When Gryffindor’s seeker caught the snitch, you joined every Gryffindor as they stormed the pitch. There were so many people pushing and shoving. You were afraid you wouldn’t be able to make it to James where he stood at the center of it all. 

Then you heard your name being yelled. It was louder than the cheers. You looked around, trying to find the source. Then you saw him. James. He was pushing through everyone to get to you. He took the pats on his back and the ruffling of his hair in stride, but he wasn’t going to let anything stop him from getting to you. 

You let yourself get pulled into a sweaty hug.

“You won!” you yelled in order for him to hear you.

“Just for you,” he replied, just as loudly. 

Although James pulled out the hug, he still held onto you. His arm remained draped over your shoulder as he maneuvered through the people congratulating him. You passed by Lily and Marlene and James didn’t even pause long enough to say anything, just flashing them a smile and moving on. Lily looked at you more than James and she gave you a wide grin, like she knew something that you didn’t. You didn’t linger on it though. You were just with your best friend.

He kept you glued to his side until you got to the Gryffindor Common Room.

“I’ll be right back, love. Going to shower,” he said, giving you one last sweaty hug before disappearing up the stairs. 

You looked around the common room, looking for someone you knew better than a name. It didn’t take long for the rest of the Marauders to return, carrying a crate of butterbeer and firewhiskey. 

“Oi! Where’d our Captain go?” Sirius called to you when he spotted you leaning against the wall near the stairs.

You jerked your head toward said stairs. “Showering.”

Sirius nodded and continued to help Remus and Peter set up for the party. You just watched. You didn’t see Lily, Marlene or Mary around so it was just you. Soon enough though, James returned and you had to take a second look. It was a casual outfit, but it was fashionable. Not only that, but he looked good. He looked like he made an effort. 

“Wow, Prongs, trying to impress Evans?” Sirius asked when he saw him.

James gave you a fleeting glance before saying, “Something like that.” 

Of course, he was trying to look good for Lily. You knew that you were just his friend. You knew this and you accepted it. At least you told yourself that you did. That didn’t keep you from his side while everyone finished setting up for the party. In your defense, you were standing just as close to Sirius, Remus and Peter. As a group, they didn’t know what personal space was. 

“There she is,” Peter said when Lily came down from the girls’ dorms with Marlene and Mary. 

Your stomach churned briefly, although you opted to ignore it. James looked toward the stairs, but it was only for a moment. Then all of his attention was back on the conversation the group was having. 

“Need another drink?” he asked you, dropping his head so he was speaking into your ear. 

You could his breath hot on your skin. You swirled the little bit of butterbeer foam that sat at the bottom of your cup.

“Yeah, sure,” you said, handing it to him.

He smiled and got up. You hated how you immediately felt cold without his presence next to you. You looked around the room and sawa that Lily was at the opposite end of the room. She was as far away from the drink table as she could be. So he was just being nice. Yup, that’s all it was. Your best friend being a friend. 

When he came back, James offered you a hand, rather than your cup.

“Can we talk?” he asked.

Everyone in your small group stopped talking and at looked at James. 

“Erm, yeah.”

You took his hand and stood up. You could feel everyone’s eyes on you as James led you upstairs to his dorm. It wasn’t too odd, in your opinion. You’d been in his dorm before and it currently offered privacy that wasn’t available while a party was occupying the common room.

“What’s up, Potter?” you asked after the door closed behind you. 

“I’ve been an idiot,” he stated after he set the drinks down. 

You crossed your arms and leaned back against one of the posts at the end of his bed. 

“Sad to report that’s not new news.” 

He laughed and stood in front of you, less than a broom’s length away. 

“I like you.”

“Um, we’re friends. I’d really hope you like me.”

“No, um, not quite like that,” he said, taking an uncertain step toward you. “You know I’ve liked Evans.” 

“I think all of Hogwarts knows you like Lily,” you replied dryly. 

“That’s where I’ve been wrong. Been an idiot. A real, dense idiot.”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “You dragged me away from a party, your party, to tell me that you’ve moved on? So who is it then? Marlene? Mary? Emmeline? Lucinda?” 

James took another step toward you. He reached out and tucked some of your hair behind your ear. Your breath hitched at the unexpectedly affectionate contact. You met his gaze to find even more expected affection. You can’t remember a time when James has looked at you with such softness. 

“You,” he breathed before gently pressing his lips to yours. 

You didn’t respond right away, frozen beneath him. Then, as his lips lingered on yours, you kissed him back. You felt James’ hands move to grip your hips. You gasped as he squeezed them. You pulled backwards, feeling breathless. 

“Me?” you asked as James rested his forehead against yours. 

“Merlin, you’ve been in front of me this whole time. How did I miss you?”

“What about Lily?” you asked meekly. You hated yourself for asking it as soon as the words left your mouth.

“A distraction, I guess. But, being around her, I’ve never felt like I do when I’m with you. And you… You get me. And I get you. Fuck, you’ve been my girl before I even considered it.”

“I’m your girl?” you breathed, each word dripping with confusion. 

“If you want to be,” he said softly before adding more confidence to voice. “I mean, I did win the game for you.”

You laughed and pressed your lips to his again. This kiss was brief and much softer than your first. 

“Every game you’ve won has been for me,” you teased, which was true being that you asked him to every time you wished him luck. 

You and James didn’t return to the party. Instead, you spent the night talking, snuggling and sipping the drinks James had grabbed before bringing you to his dorm. It was just like being best friends, except now you kissed him from time to time. 

[pukefactory]

Headcanons of Platonic HCS Between Dandy and Reader,who Reader is actually his Older brother as he Had a show way before Dandy existed,please i wanna see sibling bond

Admittedly, this was somewhat challenging to write, given the need to place Dandy in such a specific setting. However, I believe it turned out well in the end. Enjoy!

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𖧵 Summary: A compilation of headcanons featuring Dandy and his older sibling

𖧵 Character(s): Dandicus Dancifer (Dandy’s World)

𖧵 Genre: Headcanons, Fluff, SFW

𖧵 Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

𖧵 Image Credits: Qwelver

✿ Dandy absolutely idolized you growing up. Before his show took off, he watched yours religiously, memorizing every episode and imitating your mannerisms. Even now, he sometimes slips into old catchphrases from your show without realizing it. If you call him out on it, he just huffs and changes the subject.

✿ Despite his pride, Dandy feels guilty about your show being canceled for his. He never wanted to take anything from you, and even though he knows it wasn’t technically his fault, he still avoids the topic whenever it comes up. If you ever reassure him that you don’t blame him, he’ll freeze for a moment before quickly brushing it off—he’s not great at handling kindness directed toward himself.

✿ Sibling rivalry is alive and well. You two can bicker about anything, from whose theme song was catchier to who had the better merchandise line. Dandy will argue that his success proves he was the better star, but if you ever remind him that you were the reason he even got a show in the first place, he immediately shuts up.

✿ Dandy doesn’t let anyone badmouth you. If another Toon even suggests that your show was outdated or forgettable, his usual cheery demeanor falters for just a second. He won’t snap—he has an image to maintain—but he’ll lean in, voice just a little too sweet, and say, “Oh? Is that what you think?” Needless to say, the conversation doesn’t last much longer.

✿ He still remembers the advice you gave him before his show aired. Even if he pretends he came up with everything on his own, your words stuck with him. Whenever he feels like he’s losing control, he subconsciously repeats your old words of encouragement in his head—little reminders that he can handle this, just like you always told him.

✿ You tease him relentlessly about his obsession with being liked. You’ve known him long enough to see through his act, and you’re not afraid to poke fun at his need for approval. If he starts getting anxious over not making a sale, you’ll pat him on the head and say, “Aw, is my baby brother feeling ignored?” He hates it.

✿ When he’s at his lowest, you’re one of the few people he can be honest with. He won’t admit everything—there are things he still wants to keep hidden—but when the weight of his secrets gets too heavy, he finds himself seeking you out. He won’t say what’s wrong, but he’ll sit next to you in silence, waiting for the comfort of just being understood.

✿ You still act like his older sibling, no matter how famous he is. Dandy could be at the height of his career, and you’d still ruffle his petals like he’s a kid. If anyone else tried, he’d snap at them, but for you? He’ll tolerate it—begrudgingly.

✿ He keeps a piece of your old merch hidden away. It’s nothing flashy, just a little trinket from when your show was still on the air. He doesn’t display it, doesn’t talk about it—but if he ever needs reassurance, he’ll hold onto it, like a quiet reminder of where he came from.

[tan1shere]

Friends

Billie Eilish x female reader !

A/n: as a bit of an apology for that other fic... LMAOO THIS DOES HAVE A HAPPY ENDING ! I've been obsessed with this song. Like if my future gf doesn't confess her love to me with it I'm gunna sue

Summary: none of you had any idea just how inlove you guys were.

Warnings: a bit angsty at the startish ? But happy ending 😁 this ended up being so so cute eeee - also listening to the song helps near the end when they're in the rain. Makes it more magical hehe

Masterlist

It was another day. Another cold, rainy day. It had been like that for a few weeks now. But you weren't complaining, you loved this kind of weather. Drinking hot drinks, wearing cute clothes, the sound of it on the roof. Even going to cute little Cafes with friends, which is what you were on the way to do now. Your best friend Claudia, Finneas and last but not least Billie. Billie, Billie. Billie. She was beautiful, always teasing you about something but you loved it. Yes you had a crush on her. But you had to stop that.

You had been friends with Finneas first for years, and your crush developed quite quickly when you met Billie for the first time. Only a matter of days and you were drooling at the sight. She'd never see you like that though. Then you introduced Claudia to them, your long time best friend. She knew about this crush and she was the only one who did. It was only natural when she insisted you say something the day Billie came out. You had known for awhile before she publicly announced it. You were a lesbian and open about that, so she came to you when she thought she might be into girls.

It only made things worse. Making you want her even more when she confirmed she wanted to be with a woman. You so desperately wanted that woman to be you. But you doubted she saw you in that way. Causing you to push those feelings aside, and bury it deep within. The looks you always gave her go unnoticed by Claud, she tried time and time again to encourage you to just say something and that..

"You never know what could happen" She says as you and her wait on the other two to order. "Claudia there's no point, it'd just ruin things." "You don't know that!" She insists, but shuts up seconds later as they come back over. Her words always sat with you, replaying over and over in your mind. But you couldn't do it, you had to let it go. Just some silly crush you developed as a kid. It'll go away.

... It's been nearly 7 years. 7 long years with a burning crush for her. A massive secret. Who were you kidding you weren't getting over it. They come back with the drinks in hand. "Matcha for you." Finn says, handing it to Claudia. "Your favorite for you." You smile as Billie says that. She always knew. She knew exactly what you liked and what you didn't, and vise versa. Which probably made you love her even more. If anything you were certain you were inlove with her. Which is why you needed to make this stop somehow.

Few months had passed since the coffee shop. You were sitting at home, scrolling through your phone when you see tiktoks of Quen, Odessa, and Billie in one. You knew she was close with them but you had no idea just how close. But that wasn't even the icing on the cake. Your phone dings with a text from her. "Hey you!" It read. You try to ignore the pit in your stomach after seeing that stupid fucking tiktok. You couldn't let it bother you this much. "Hii Bills." - "Craziest thing right, I mean not so crazy because I've kissed her before. But i love how casual it is, Quen was just saying a joke and kissed me mid way."

Your heart stings for a bit as you read those words. That poison. "Oh really?" - "Shes honestly so funny though, just wanted to text! See how you were doing and all." You bite your lip. How's awful? "I'm fine!" You were glad this was over text cuz boy were you a bad liar. So you're glad she hasn't caught on at all to your crush. Lying your way out of that one would be a mission. Or maybe it wouldn't be. "Good! I'll talk to you later, byeee." You sigh. "Bye.." You say outloud.

Some more time passes by, and very slowly. You had been focusing more on yourself. You even got a promotion in your job. But you weren't sure if you would take it, seeing as you had to move to New York for it. It had been eating at you recently on what to do. You can't bear the thought of not seeing your friends everyday. Even if they could visit but they had busy lives too. It wouldn't be the same. And you weren't sure if you could leave her. Or maybe that was the exact thing you needed.

Maybe you needed to get away so this silly little crush could go bye bye. But once you think it over some more you come to a decision. You couldn't possibly say no to this. This was huge for you after all.

Flashback.

Another rainy day, you two were chilling in Finns basement as Billie works on a few things. She stops for a moment. "Hey, I've been working on this song for a bit. It's nothing major but can you have a listen?" You nod, leaning forward excitedly. As it plays, you fall immediately inlove. Even if it was just a snippet. "Billie! That's beautiful." You beam at her, loving it so much. She blushes slightly at the words. "It's really special. I was thinking of putting the rain in the background if I can manage to. It's so noisy tonight." You nod as she says that. "I love the rain, it brings me such a comfort. The cold weather, snuggling up into blankets. The sound!" She smiles as you talk. She always listened, especially when you rambled. "I know." She says, more so to herself seeing as you hadn't heard her.

"Hey, early like always." Claudia says to you as you enter her house. You greet Finneas and the dogs aswel. "Well you know me." They were currently throwing a small get together, something common for them to do. But you loved it. You were going to break the news tonight. It was decided. Billie had only just arrived shortly after you, coming in and saying hi to everyone. You look at her, wondering if you really should go through with this. She was your best friend. It made you wonder how she's going to take the news. Out of all of them you two were the closest. Hanging out regularly, talking on the phone. So this without a doubt would be hard.

You were all sitting around at the table, talking, eating. When a friend asks Billie if she's done anything new recently music wise. "Well, funny you should ask. I've been writing this song, it's incredibly special to me. It's about this girl, and I think I really like her." You swallow as you hear that. Was it who you think it was about? Was it that same song she got you to listen to? "Ooou Billie liking someone?" Rat pipes up. "I may do." "If you're writing a song for her you must be pretty inlove." She blushes slightly. It had to be about Quen, it just had to. You look down at your food contemplating. That whole situation just made everything easier. So you begin to speak.

"I uhm, I have a small announcement." Everyone then looks at you. Your eyes land on Billies for a split second. "I- got a promotion a few weeks ago." They all start congratulating you, even Billie. But that dies down with your next words. "It uh.. Id have to move to New York though." Things fell silent, saddened faces all around. "That sucks. But we are so proud of you, are you going to take it?" You think for a moment, you look over to Billie but her eyes were on the food on her plate. "Uhm. Yeah, I am." Cheers were then to be heard. "To Y/n!" Rat then says, raising his glass. "To Y/n!" Everyone follows. Everyone but Billie...

Flashback.

Summer time. It was almost your second favorite to winter, but nothing could ever beat your love for it. You and Billie had gone out to a meadow, it was one of her favorite things. Going out to rejoice in nature. And when you had suggested it she couldn't of been more happy. It was better than sitting around in the boiling heat in the house, even with the fan on it was scorching. There was a warm breeze as you two walked through it. Enjoying the sun and grass. Billie was behind you going to grab your wrist. "This was an amazing idea. You know me so well." You smile wide as she says that. "I also know how much energy you have. I'll race you to the end." She chuckles. "Oh please you know I'd beat you-" "Go!" You abruptly say, running off as soon as your sentence finished. "Hey!" She yells running after you.

The whole paddock was huge so it took you a little bit. Along the way you both give up, but as you were about to stop your body's being tackled to the ground. "Gotcha!" She says pinning your arms down. You laugh. "No fair!" Her brow raises. "You know what's not fair? You getting a head start you little cheat." You laugh even more. "I have no clue what you're on about." It was her turn to laugh. "And a liar!" Her hands move to tickle your sides. "Billie!" "A bad one at that." Now your laughs were uncontrollable. She kept going until something sparks. You hadn't realized how close she was. Both of your eyes locking. Everything stills. Her movements. Your breathing. Maybe even time did too. You look at her lips for a second and that's when you look away. Her hand gently grabs your jaw. "You still lost." Your eyes roll going to push her off. "Har har."

She falls beside you as you both lay on your back. Taking in the sky silently. "Everything is so beautiful." You breathe. "Yeah." Billie replies. She wasn't looking at the sky.

The time was nearing. You were packing up your things a few days earlier. Honestly, you were so excited. This could be a brand new start, a refresher. After a longish day you were driving over to Finneas and Claudia's, wanting to spend as much time with them as possible. Wondering why Billie wasn't mentioned? Because she may not even be there. She hasn't been there. Ever since that night, nor had she texted you since then. Which is something she did daily. It broke your heart. But maybe that just made it even easier to leave. Maybe..

"Got most packed?" Claudia asks. You nod, seemingly distracted. "Hey, everything alright?" You look at her. "Oh yeah, just thinking about missing you guys- when. I leave." She had known you for longer than they have, even if you were a bad liar she saw right through you. "Spill." You sigh. "We haven't spoken in weeks.." Her brows furrow. "You and Billie?" You just nod, kinda wanting to avoid this whole thing right now. "Ever since I announced it she's shut me out." Claudia's features softened. "Maybe she just needed time she's your best friend it'll surely hurt-" "But as a best friend she should be here for me. Even if that is so."

Things grew silent, not the horrible kind. "I'm sorry." You shrug. "Guess even in friendship she doesn't want it." - "That's not true." You shrug again. "Even before I mentioned this whole thing she had grown distant. Its like I didn't even matter anymore. She was too busy focusing on this girl." Maybe you hadn't realized how much it upset you. You didn't want it to. But it finally got to you. Claudia notices and brings you in for a hug. She soothes you, trying to not make things seem worse. After a bit you both pull back. "You're going to call me everyday ok? And we will talk about anything and everything." She wipes your slight tears.

Feeling her own fall. You nod, planning on doing so. "Im going to miss you guys." She brings you in for a final hug. "We are going to miss you more."

Flashback.

Parties were something you aren't sure you're use to. But it was quite a frequent thing. Seeing as who you were friends with were in that scene. "I hope this isn't boring like some of them." You sigh, watching Billie come out of your bathroom. She was wearing a loose black button up shirt and some very laid back pants. Another thing you loved about her, she didn't try to be fashionable. She was just always comfortable. "Oh come onnn, it could be so fun!" Even she didn't believe that. She agreed with you, parties like these were just an excuse to drink or get high and you hated it. Everyone could enjoy themselves when they are actually themselves instead of being intoxicated. "I'll make it fun." She then says, striding over to you. Billie had always been flirty in anything she did. Whether it was her tone or actions it'd always be noticeable. Which sure as hell didn't help with the fucking crush.

And delicate touch to your body had you shivering. It felt like she did it on purpose. Maybe she was? "And how do you suppose you'd do that?" She shrugs, getting closer. "Just by being me." Your brows raises, trying so hard to not let show how much of an effect she has on you currently. "If you say so." But that whole night was something else. Sure she could be touchy, and never in a bad way. It was her love language after all. But something about the way you danced together, the way each moment felt. Sure as hell didn't feel like a just friends thing. But ofcourse you were delusional. Because the next day, things were back to the same friendliness. It hurt, all you wanted was to be hers but she didn't feel the same. And you had to accept that.

It was the last day before your move. "This is for Y/n." Finneas says on their couch. It was just him, you, Claudia. And ofcourse Billie. You doubted she even wanted to come at the way she's been acting lately. It upset and angered you. What was wrong with her? "Our best friend. And cheers to the new chapter she's starting!" He finishes. "Here here!" Claudia chimes in. Your heart just sinks as you turn to look at Billie. She was on her phone. Probably texting the mystery girl. You look at your drink, sighing internally. Finneas and Claud just look at one another. "Congrats Y/n." Finneas then concludes.

A slight sadness in his voice. You nod slowly as you 3 drink to it. The night goes on, you wanted some more blue cheese so you get up and go to the kitchen, Billie happening to be there. Things were awkward. You really didn't want them to end this way. "Can't believe it's tomorrow." You say, breaking the air. "Yeah, came by fast." There was more awkward silence. God you felt like crying why was she being like this. But that anger comes back as shes on her phone, again. The last night you have together and she's texting some bitch. "Really?" You manage to get out, after what felt like ages of bottling up whatever it was inside you.

Her eyes move to look at you. "Huh?" You grit your teeth. She sees your eyes gloss over, opening her mouth to speak. "You haven't spoken to me in weeks." You snap. She doesn't say anything, unsure of exactly what she could say. There's many things, but choosing was tricky. "Just forget it, I'm going to go home and rest. Got a big day tomorrow." You say to everyone as you grab your bag, heading out. Remembering you had taken an Uber, grabbing your phone but struggle as the pouring rain shoots down. "Wait!" You then hear behind you.

"No Billie." You really didn't want to speak to her after all she hadn't, all month. All night for fuck sakes. "Please let me talk." You ignore her trying hard to call this damn Uber, but the rain wasn't helping in the slightest. She grabs your phone making you look at her. "Hey!" You say, feeling tears flow. It was hard to tell mixed with the rain. But she notices. She notices everything. "I'm s-" You push her away. "N-no." You shiver. "You hurt me." She stands there dumbfounded. That's not at all what she wanted. Far from it. She's reized how much she's hurt you.

"Please, I really am sorry I shouldn't have iced you out. I was just shocked and a little hurt you hadn't mentioned this to me." You fold your arms not looking at her. "I hadn't told anyone." She scratches her head. "Yeah but, out of anyone I thought youd atleast tell me." You turn to her. "Why? Why do you think that? You haven't been the best friend to me recently. Hell i don't even know what to think anymore." She shakes her head. "Don't say that, please I'm sorry." You stay quiet for a moment. "Just give me my phone."

She was hesitant but with a sigh she does. You soon get fed up, going to walk. "It's freezing, you can't just walk home." - "Why do you care all of a sudden Billie. It's not like you've been so caring lately?!" Another bit of silence. You just shake your head. "Well?" She thinks for a moment. "This morning. I woke up from a dream. Where you and I had to say goodbye." You had no clue where this was going but you were growing inpatient. Wanting a proper answer. "And I don't know what it all means... But since then I realized. Wherever you go that's where I'll follow."

You roll your eyes a bit, not even sure you're getting where this is going, patience growing thinner. "Im tired Billie, goodnight and goodbye." You say walking off again. She started to panic. Frantically thinking. "Y/n!" When you wouldn't stop she sighs. "I love you!" Your feet come to halt at the words. "Or rather, inlove with you." Your eyes widen. Was this a dream too? Were you dreaming? You slowly turn around to look at her. "W-what?" You look at eachother, feeling as if time had stopped again. "If the world was ending I'd wanna be next to you."

You feel tears again. This is all you've been longing from her. "Are you serious?" You question. "Serious as anything." You smile, more tears coming down your cheeks. You run over to her, she instinctively picks you up. And finally something else you had been longing for, happened just like that. You felt eachothers lips. Molding together perfectly. It lasted for what felt like eternity. Neither of you wanted to pull away, you knew you needed to though. The rain pours more over you. Making both of your hair sticks to your faces. She moves yours out the way.

"I'm hoping you feel the same?" You laugh. "Yes you idiot. For over 7 years." She smiles wide, so happy that this could finally happen. "Wait- what about the girl- the mystery one?" She chuckles. "We really were blind huh?" Your brows furrow in confusion. "The song was about you. But I never said anything because I was worried I'd ruin things." Your head shakes. "Oh thank God, I honestly thought it was Quen." You breathe out relieved. "Oh goodness no, she's just a friend. Even if I had kissed her it was more of an experience." You nod, understanding everything more now.

"So the song was about me?" You beam. She reflects the same actions. "I thought the lyrics would've been obvious to be honest. Especially with the rain part." - "Guess it just flew past my head." You lock eyes once again. "Well since I know how much rain means to you. What if I asked you a very special question while we're out here in it." Your head tilts. Her hands grabbing your own. "Will you be my girlfriend?" You smile. "I thought you'd never ask." You seal the deal with a kiss. You fell first. But she fell harder.

"No seriously I thought you'd never ask." You both laugh, heading over to her car so you can get home.

[joyogurt]

arcane actors au

i've been OBSESSED with this whole arcane actor au so i decided to make my own version of it!! (and i gave them names). i rarely post anything i write bc i’m very self conscious and english is not my first language, but anyways, here it is:

♡ ☆ (:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) ☆ ♡

jinx: jinx’s actress name is paige and she’s canadian. she’s a rising actress and played a big character in a very popular coming of age gen z canadian show. arcane consolidated her fame worldwide. she’s pretty active on social media and recently came out as queer on tiktok (nobody was surprised). paige loves modeling for fashion brands, her photoshoots are always super creative.

vi: her name is esther and she’s an american woman who at the time had just graduated college and had an youtube channel where she posted song covers and pursued a music career. she then decided to try acting and was so shocked when she got her role in arcane. now, not only is she an emerging singer (she made songs for the show) but also a brand new name in acting. just like vi, esther is also openly lesbian!

caitlyn: she’s a well known british actress and runway model (tall queen) with a vietnamese mother and a dutch father, her name is imogen. she started acting when she was very young in a kids tv show and became a huge name since then. imogen is a big activist for human rights. she’s much more extroverted than her character caitlyn irl and she is super close with her coworkers (every time they decide to throw a party, she’s the host).

silco: his name is adam and he’s a well respected jewish-american actor who started working in his 20s and is famous for acting in sci-fi movies and tv shows. the public was really excited to see an actor like him in a production like arcane. he does not have social media but is always present in the premieres and loves interviews. he’s a certified divorced dilf with 2 children (20f and 13m). the fans go crazy with the tiktok edits.

vander: vander’s actor is half american half puerto rican and was huge in the 90s/2000s. his name is elijah and he’s has just returned to the screens. even though he’s been famous for years, he is still a shy and very sweet guy. he came out as bisexual not too long ago and is engaged to a man, they are the cutest couple ever.

sevika: she is a sri lankan tamil actress named pavithra who moved to the uk as a preteen with her parents. before arcane she was considered a b list actress but she’s getting more recognition now. she’s insanely good with accents but her usual accent is british from london. pavithra is a more private and introverted woman, rarely making posts on social media, but when she does, the fans go absolutely insane. she also has a dry sense of humour that always shows during the interviews.

jayce: xavier is a mexican-american born in texas and is a pretty popular actor and comedian. his mother is/was a famous actress and singer in mexico (she played ximena talis!) who introduced him to acting as a child (nepo baby? kinda yes, but he’s actually good). xavier is very active on social media. half of the times he’s posting the most hilarious shit and in the other half, he’s promoting his supplement brand.

viktor: he’s a czech actor named tomas who moved to america just a couple years ago when he became a bigger name in acting. yes, his accent is real. tomas used to be super reserved when he came to america but he’s been more open recently, specially with his coworkers, who became great friends of his. he’s always seen hanging out with xavier (jayce) and imogen (caitlyn).

mel: her name is eliza and she is nigerian-american. she used to work only as a runway model before arcane but eventually fell in love with acting (and the public fell in love with her skills too). the paparazzi caught her and xavier (jayce) walking together and being suspiciously romantic with each other several times, which makes the public suspect that they are actually dating irl, but it was never confirmed.

ekko: cameron is an american actor from a well known family of artists. he’s been acting since childhood and is also a great singer, model and painter (a true all rounder), he even has a separate instagram for his artwork. cameron is openly and proudly bisexual. he has dated adam’s (silco) daughter in the past but they broke up after 2 years.

ambessa: eva is french-canadian from quebec but she has been living in the usa for many years now. she works mainly as an actress and voice actress but she used to be a very popular bodybuilder in the 80s (of course she is still very much into fitness). the fans find it so funny that she is in fact married to a “twink” irl. he is not as young as the one in arcane but they always joke about the fact that even the actress is a twink lover.

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So fun fact about me that you all may not know, but may suspect given my recent reblogs, but I was a Percy Jackson kid growing up. I found the book series in elementary school, fell in love with it and greek mythology in general. The reason I say this is because after having listened to the Epic the Musical (on repeat) I now have a personal headcannon that the Apollo cabin in PJO has it down bad for Epic the Musical and are also listening to it on repeat using the cabin stereo system.

Like it started out small with some of them finding it when the first saga was released and then it snowballed from there until the entire cabin was listening to it by the time the vengeance saga came around. And I can guarantee you that in my headcannon when the Ithaca Saga came out they used the Hermes cabin to get access to wifi so they could watch the livestream premiere. They all cried during it. The Hermes kids had no idea what was going on or why the entire Apollo cabin were having a fucking break down but they were rolling with it.

I also headcannon that since they started listening to it on repeat they have begun singing different songs from the different sagas during campfire night. Some of their offerings at dinner now go to Jorge even though he's not a god but Apollo allows it because he's also started listening to the musical because literally all his kids are obsessed with it and he's got to admit that it's a banger. The Apollo kids have now also started saying things like; "Odysseus would never," when they hear the tea coming from the Aphrodite cabin. They also say "guys that's not very open arms of you."

They've also unanimously created a code phrase that is used both on and off the battlefield and during capture the flag. The code phrase? 600 strike! Which triggers the Apollo cabin like sleeper agents to all close ranks and attack the attacker of who ever called out 600 strike. This has been used in capture the flag before to the utter confusion of both teams but mainly of Percy who was the one it was called on and could not understand why the entirety of the Apollo cabin was now coming at him like he had broken one of their instruments again.

Apollo absolutely, on more than one occasion, come down from olympus while his kids are listening to Epic during the "I can't help but wonder" song just to act out the scene where Odysseus goes "Son, I'm finally home" to have all of his kids there at the time tackle him to the ground. Chiron was concerned when this first happened wondering who pissed who off but after the tenth time that month he's over it and is just letting them do their thing. It's safer that way.