#i’ve been side-eyeing her the whole time i’ve been replaying

[joeymerenset]

I know there’s like this whole arc of Jonas and Lou not being recognizing Irma after she revealed she was with some underground group, and that she’s nothing like herself and she used to be so gentle quiet and it’s hard to see her differently, like accurate friend betrayal reaction but me, I have replayed psi so much that I literally don’t recognize the sweet quiet Irma anymore. She doesn’t exist to me

Who is this bitch? I literally don’t recognize her. She exists so far back in my memory that I hardly know her.

[its-avalon-08]

it all fell down (ln4)

part8

multipart story! part1 part2 part3 part4 part5 part6 part7

✦ pairing - lando norris x female reader

summary : lando norris and y/n were friends for 20 years, fell in love and dated for five. until it all fell down. they left each others lives abruptly and never spoke again, until they met again in the most unexpected way. can they find their way back or will certain scars never heal?

As Y/N walked away from Lando, she felt the lingering warmth of his embrace on her skin. Her heart was still racing, and every step she took felt heavier than the last. She tried to focus on the business she had to attend to in the paddock, but her mind was spinning, replaying the hug, his voice, and the way he had looked at her.

I’m not over him. I thought I’d moved on, convinced myself that I could live without him, but… seeing him, talking to him, feeling his arms around me again… I can’t breathe. It’s like the last two years didn’t happen. Like we’re right back where we started.

She absentmindedly flipped through some documents, pretending to be engaged in the meeting she was supposed to be attending. The words on the pages blurred as her thoughts kept drifting back to Lando.

Why does he still have this effect on me? I was so sure I could handle seeing him, that we’d just be polite, distant even. But the moment he looked at me, it was like all the walls I built just crumbled. I can’t do this. I can’t pretend I don’t still love him. Maybe I never stopped.

Meanwhile, Lando was in the Red Bull garage, surrounded by the familiar sounds of engines roaring and mechanics chatting. But all of it seemed distant, like he was in a fog. He absentmindedly nodded as his engineers discussed strategy, his thoughts entirely consumed by Y/N.

What just happened? he wondered, still feeling the ghost of her touch on his skin. I thought I was over her. I thought I had moved on with my life, but the second she looked at me with those eyes, I was done for. All those feelings I tried to bury just came rushing back. How am I supposed to focus on anything else when she’s here?

He clenched his fists, trying to ground himself, but it was no use. His mind was fixated on her. She apologized. She meant it. I could see it in her eyes. But it’s more than that. Being near her again, it felt… right. Like something that was broken inside me is slowly starting to heal.

Lando’s heart raced, his thoughts tumbling over each other. I’m not over her. I thought I was, but seeing her again… I still love her. It’s terrifying because I don’t know if I can go through that pain again. But I also don’t know if I can stand not being with her.

Y/N, on the other side of the paddock, was having similar thoughts. She tried to push them down, to focus on the tasks at hand, but her mind refused to cooperate. Why does this have to be so complicated? she thought, her frustration bubbling up. I just want to go back to when things were simple, when it was just him and me, and nothing else mattered.

She bit her lip, feeling tears prick at her eyes again. I was so sure I could handle this, that I was strong enough to be around him and not fall apart. But now… now I’m realizing that maybe I never really moved on. Maybe I’ve just been lying to myself this whole time.

Both Lando and Y/N, in their separate worlds, were grappling with the same realization. They weren’t over each other. Not even close. And the thought was both exhilarating and terrifying.

Lando sighed, leaning against the wall of the garage, his thoughts swirling. She’s always been the one. Maybe we were meant to find our way back to each other. But how do we even start? After everything that’s happened… can we really make this work?

Y/N, lost in her own world of confusion, felt the weight of the realization settle over her. I’m not over him. And I don’t know if I ever will be. But maybe… maybe that’s okay. Maybe it’s not about moving on, but about figuring out how to move forward… together.

And as they both stood, lost in their thoughts, the world around them continued on, unaware of the storm raging inside them.

time skip

Lando leaned against the wall of the garage, trying to focus on the strategy meeting, but his mind was elsewhere, replaying every moment he had just shared with Y/N. Carlos noticed Lando’s distracted state and nudged Max, signaling him to follow. The two drivers cornered Lando as soon as the meeting ended.

“Mate, you good?” Carlos asked, concern etched on his face.

Lando shook his head, trying to shake off the tension in his chest. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just… a lot on my mind.”

Max crossed his arms, studying Lando carefully. “It’s Y/N, isn’t it?”

Lando’s jaw tightened at the mention of her name. He tried to play it off, but Carlos knew him too well. “You still care about her, don’t you?”

Lando sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know, man. Seeing her again… it just brought everything back.”

Carlos frowned. “You two were so good together. What happened?”

Lando clenched his fists, the memories of their breakup flooding his mind. What didn’t happen?

flashback to lando’s pov:

They were standing in the middle of their shared apartment, voices raised, the air thick with anger and resentment. Lando could still see the look of hurt in Y/N’s eyes, the way her hands trembled as she pointed at him.

Lando paced the living room, his hands trembling with frustration. He felt trapped, suffocated by the expectations, the demands, and most of all, the person he thought he’d always love. Y/N stood by the doorway, her eyes wide with a mix of hurt and disbelief.

“I can’t keep doing this, Y/N,” Lando finally snapped, his voice cutting through the silence. “You don’t get it. You’ve never fucking understood what it’s like to be me!”

Y/N flinched, her voice shaky but resolute. “And you don’t get what it’s like to be with someone who’s always gone! Always focused on anything but us! I’ve tried to be patient, Lando, but it feels like you don’t even want to try anymore.”

Lando stopped pacing, his gaze turning cold. “Maybe I don’t. Maybe I’m tired of pretending that everything’s okay when it’s not. You’ve become this… this weight around my neck, Y/N. I can’t breathe around you.”

The words stung as they left his mouth, but he couldn’t stop himself. The frustration and resentment had been building for so long.

Y/N’s eyes filled with tears, but her voice rose in defiance. “You think this is easy for me? Watching you chase your dreams while mine have to wait? I’ve supported you through everything, and all I ask is for a little support in return. But you can’t even give me that.”

Lando’s fists clenched at his sides, anger bubbling over. “Support? You want support? All you do is nag and complain! You’re never happy with anything I do! Maybe if you weren’t so damn needy, I wouldn’t feel like I’m fucking drowning!”

Y/N’s face crumpled, but she held her ground. “Needy? I’m fucking needy because I want to feel like I matter to you? Because I want to feel like I’m still a part of your life? You’ve been shutting me out for months, Lando! Do you even love me anymore?”

Lando’s jaw tightened as he struggled to find an answer. But the only thing that came out was the cold, bitter truth. “I don’t know. I don’t know if I can love someone who makes me feel like this.”

Y/N’s breath caught, her heart breaking at his words. But she refused to let him see her crumble. “Maybe we’re both better off without each other, then. Maybe this was all just a mistake.”

The room fell silent, the weight of her words hanging in the air. Lando felt his heart twist in his chest, but his pride wouldn’t let him take it back. He nodded stiffly, his voice hollow. “Maybe it was.”

end of flashback

Lando blinked, the memory so vivid it made his chest ache. He could still feel the sting of her words, the way his heart had shattered when she walked out the door and never looked back.

Carlos and Max exchanged a look, sensing the turmoil in their friend. Max placed a hand on Lando’s shoulder. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. But we’re here for you, man.”

Lando nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. “It was bad. We both said things we didn’t mean. But… I can’t forget it. It still hurts.”

Meanwhile, in another part of the paddock, Y/N was deep in conversation with Oscar and Charles. They had noticed her distant demeanor and cornered her as soon as she finished her meeting.

“Y/N, you’ve been quiet since we got here,” Oscar said, his tone gentle. “What’s going on?”

Y/N sighed, hugging her arms to her chest. “I ran into Lando earlier. It just… it brought back a lot of memories.”

Charles frowned. “You two were really close. It must be hard seeing him again.”

Y/N nodded, her mind drifting back to the breakup, the painful words that had ended everything.

flashback to y/n’s pov:

She had never felt so alone as she did in that moment, standing in the apartment she had once called home, facing the man she had loved for so long. The man who was now looking at her with cold, distant eyes.

“Why can’t you just talk to me?” she had pleaded, her voice shaking with emotion. “I need to know what’s going on with you, Lando. I can’t keep guessing.”

But Lando had only grown more frustrated, his voice rising in anger. “You think I have time to sit down and talk about my feelings? I’m trying to hold everything together here, Y/N. And all you ever do is ask for more.”

Y/N had felt her heart breaking, the pain of his words cutting deep. “All I ever wanted was to be there for you. But you keep shutting me out. It’s like you don’t even want me around anymore.”

Lando had thrown his hands up in exasperation. “Maybe I don’t! Maybe I need space, and you’re just… always there, needing something from me.”

Y/N had felt the tears spill over, the hurt turning into anger. “You don’t even see me anymore. All you see is your career, your fame. What about us? What about what we had?”

“I can’t keep doing this, Y/N,” Lando’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts, sharp and full of anger. “You don’t get it. You’ve never understood what it’s like to be me!”

The words hit her like a slap. She had always tried to understand, to be there for him, but it was never enough. “And you don’t get what it’s like to be with someone who’s always gone! Always focused on anything but us! I’ve tried to be patient, Lando, but it feels like you don’t even want to try anymore.”

Lando’s cold gaze met hers, and for a moment, she thought she saw a flicker of regret. But then he spoke, his words cutting her to the core. “Maybe I don’t. Maybe I’m tired of pretending that everything’s okay when it’s not. You’ve become this… this weight around my neck, Y/N. I can’t breathe around you.”

The pain in her chest was overwhelming, but she refused to let him see how much it hurt. “You think this is easy for me? Watching you chase your dreams while mine have to wait? I’ve supported you through everything, and all I ask is for a little support in return. But you can’t even give me that.”

Lando’s face twisted in anger, and when he spoke again, his words were like poison. “Support? You want support? All you do is nag and complain! You’re never happy with anything I do! Maybe if you weren’t so damn needy, I wouldn’t feel like I’m fucking drowning!”

Y/N felt the tears spill over, but she refused to back down. “Needy? I’m fucking needy because I want to feel like I matter to you? Because I want to feel like I’m still a part of your life? You’ve been shutting me out for months, Lando! Do you even love me anymore?”

The silence that followed was deafening, and when Lando finally spoke, it felt like the ground had been ripped out from under her. “I don’t know. I don’t know if I can love someone who makes me feel like this.”

Y/N’s world shattered at those words, but she forced herself to stay strong. “Maybe we’re both better off without each other, then. Maybe this was all just a mistake.”

She watched as Lando’s expression hardened, his voice distant and empty. “Maybe it was.”

She had left then, not wanting to stay another moment in a place that was filled with so much pain. But as she walked away, she had felt a part of her die, the part that had loved Lando with everything she had.

end of flashback

Y/N blinked back tears, the memory still raw even after all this time. She looked at Oscar and Charles, who were watching her with concern.

“I said some horrible things,” she admitted, her voice trembling. “I pushed him away when he needed me the most. And he… he hurt me in ways I never thought he could. But I still… I still care about him. And that scares me.”

Charles sighed, pulling her into a comforting hug. “You two were both under a lot of pressure. It’s understandable that things got heated. But maybe it’s time to forgive yourself, Y/N. You can’t keep carrying this weight around.”

Oscar nodded in agreement. “It’s clear that you both still care about each other. Maybe this is your chance to start over. Or at least find some closure.”

Y/N leaned into the hug, feeling the warmth of their support, but the pain of the past still lingered, refusing to let go.

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[astonmartingf]

VOODOO DOLL ; LH44

lewis hamilton x mercedes driver!reader

. . . hamilton is a penchant for opposing teammates, and after the previous one he somehow got stuck with another, but after years of dominance new emotions develop between the two.

amgf i am a sucker for yearning and fluff and this is exactly that, lewis the man that you are... also if the format is different from previous posts it's because i'm testing out formats

death of a bachelor ; masterlist

[2025]

“You called us for this?” Alonso raised his brows looking pitifully at you sharing the same expression as Nico from the left side. You groan in your palms, hiding your face from the two men.

“This is a big deal okay. Why are you invalidating my feelings?” Mumbling under your breath, you reason out hoping for a sliver of understanding. It’s been so long since you bottled your feelings, and as much as you hate to admit it, you might start-

“No one is invalidating your feelings other than yourself amor, otherwise why would you call us to convince you that you actually like-”

“Okay, okay, okay. Shut up will you, it’s like you want the whole world that I like…” You turn around, checking the surroundings. “Lewis.”

Nico pressed his lip into a thin, a short sigh leaving his mouth, “You’re in denial and in love.”

You shot Nico an incredulous look, a scoff escaping your lips, “I am not in love. Alo, tell him.”

The older Spaniard grimaced, shaking his head. “At this point, you may as well be- four years? He’s already moved to Ferrari for God’s sake and you have yet to make a move.”

You groan once more, reminding yourself of the signs and signals you missed or accidentally dropped towards Lewis. “I have made a few moves…” Your voice thinning as you feel two pairs of eyes staring right at you.

“And I’m embarrassed to say that they also flew over Lewis’ head. So no, don’t ask me what I said, or did- just ignore what I said.” You rest your head down on the table, sad and moping.

Nico laughs at you, “Look at the state of you, hung over a boy.”

“He’s not just any boy Nico, gosh you’re acting like you moved on quickly from him- this is Lewis we’re talking about. Heck that was a semi-platonic relationship you had going on there, how am I supposed to cope with actually knowing that I can’t be in a romantic relationship with him?”

A gasp left your lips, hands shaking as your cover over them. Avoiding Nico’s gaze who was still laughing at you, despite your jab at his relationship with Nico and Alonso who took a sip from his cup of tea.

“So you admit it…”

Alonso broke the silence leaving you nodding to yourself.

“I actually- Fuck.”

[2023]

Lewis sits in silence, watching Nico squint his eyes from the other side of the table. “When was this?”

Gulping, Lewis didn’t think this far. He was ranting first, and then eventually spilling in some white lies in between before Nico filled in and connected the dots. He should’ve known Nico would catch on- Lewis is being too obvious. At least that’s what he thinks.

Sighing, Lewis mulled over his thoughts gathering his words before speaking it out into existence. The three words he’s been replaying over his head for the last two years- When did things get complicated?

“Two years ago? I thought about it far longer than I’ll admit. But I’ve recently come into terms with it…” Lewis nods his head, sitting in silence with Nico.

“And what happened? What’s different?”

Smiling to himself at the thought of you, Lewis goes through all the times you’ve managed to tug the tiniest of his heartstrings causing him to malfunction like the current state of their engine. It was pitiful, not just the team, but the state of his heart.

“I don’t even understand… Which makes me even more furious! How could she do that to me? I think about her all the time, she’s not even racing anymore. She’s nowhere near me, yet she’s all I think about, it’s driving me insane. And don’t get me started on whenever she’s actually on the paddock- I see her what? Once a month, I go to the F1 Academy races to get a glimpse of her. I'm such a loser. And her face! How could I not stop by and greet her, she’s always enthusiastic whenever I’m there- Not to toot my own horn, but I’m pretty good company, and we are friends but God I wish she’d take in the signs I’m putting down. I like YN- too much at this point, I can’t believe it. And you! You’re laughing at my misery.”

Lewis raises his head, far too into his thoughts only realizing that Nico has been laughing at him for the past minute. His back flushed into the seat, legs crossed with arms resting on the table.

“At least one of us is enjoying this, because I’m a suffering loser, who can’t get a grip. She’s actually doing things to my mind. I’m acting crazy because of her.”

Nico bursts into laughter, “You’re- you have a lot to say about YN.”

Lewis scoffs, giving his friend a pointed look, “That’s all you have to say? Wow, I miss talking to you, but this- this is a personal attack towards me.”

Shaking his head, Nico wheezes at Lewis, “No, no, no… Think about it- look at you. It’s just funny to me, I remember when you first talked about her. You said, and I quote, “I will never like her as a teammate.” and you also compared her to me. Look at you now. I think it’s funny.”

Lewis shakes his head, disappointed. “I shouldn’t have said anything. Forget it.”

“No- you’re not taking all that back. Go on- tell me more.”

Lewis raises his brows suspiciously, “What? So you can tease me?”

Nico raises his hands in surrender, “Hey if not me who else would listen to you talk on and on about YN?”

“I know Seb would listen to me without judgment, and maybe Charles…” Lewis lists the few people in and out the grid who are aware about his feelings towards YN.

Nico raises his brows laughing to himself, “Oh Lewis, you truly are living in your own bubble- you’re too good for yourself. Guess how I know what you’ve been talking to Seb about? Right, he calls me to check on you.”

Lewis pales at the realization, how Nico is somehow always available, how he calls on the right time.

“And Charles, who calls Seb, who calls me. Right Lewis, there’s three of us- and you’ll always end up with me if you don’t get your act right.”

lewishamilton

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lewishamilton me when my crush finally noticed me...

view 1,648,592 comments...

user1 EXCUSE NE? WHAT HAPPENED TO HELLO AND HI?

user2 am i seeing this right?

user3 the power of yn

user4 why would you assume it's yn?

user5 i mean who else could get lewis to post like this?

user6 bro got 21 million people watching this confession

nicorosberg this is what you got from our conversation two years ago? embarrassing, even i can do better than this

sebastianvettel5 he's trying, leave him be

charles_leclerc is this what we've been waiting for the last four years? the bar is actually low

user7 what do you mean 4 years?

user8 HELP, they're actually implying that this is for YN

user9 there goes the lewyn fans going crazy it could be anyone 🙄

user10 can't a girl have their fun, jeez leave people alone

user11 it's embarrasing

user12 they're actually eating lewis up with this

nicorosberg this is your plan?

lewishamilton yeah, it's working is it not?

nicorosberg i don't think so man

charles_leclerc is she even on instagram?

lewishamilton ...

sebastianvettel5 for someone who has a crush on this person for the last 4 years i might add this is actually embarrassing behavior

user13 what is happening?

user14 i love this too much what the heck

user15 i know they're grilling him in the messages

user16 another one for the history books 😤✍️🔥🔥🔥

user17 it's blow after blow for hamilton

user18 he's a loser in love actually, does it make you stupid?

lewishamilton i don't care if i look stupid i want her to see this

amgf ahahahahaha the end! uhm... enjoy 👍 this actually had me giggling and shit wtf, maybe it's lewis maybe it's the fluff but /sighs/ the lore i can add to this fic... just you wait 😤

[whitedarkmoonflower]

Reunited 3

Part 3

Pairing: modern!Sihtric x reader with a side story of modern!Sigtryggr x reader

Authors note: it's been over a year since I wrote modern!Sihtric so please be gentle with me. I actually never wanted abandon this story, but somehow, I just couldn’t find the motivation to continue. Writing modern!Sihtric isn’t as close to my heart; I always worry that putting him in a new setting might make him lose his true character. But after all the messages and asks about it, I decided it’s time to finish this story. And honestly, I’ve missed them—my reckless photographer Sihtric and the strong yet love-starved designer reader. They deserve their story told to the end. And guess what? This isn’t the end… not just yet.

Warnings: heartbreak, use of alcohol

Summary: It was supposed to be a short two week trip that turned into five long years apart, just because your best friend couldn't keep her mouth shut. Will the reader and Sihtric manage to repair their broken relationship and find their way back to each other?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Word Count: 3,4 K

Sihtric jumped out of bed the moment the first pale morning light slipped through the curtains—not that he’d gotten much sleep anyway. He’d spent most of the night tossing and turning as pieces of your brief exchange from the day before replayed in a relentless loop. Every attempt to find sleep was met with fleeting, fragmented memories—torn images of the time you had shared together flashing behind his closed eyes..

With a tired sigh, he rubbed a hand over his face, feeling the weight of exhaustion settle in his bones. He got dressed quickly, pulling on his old jeans and a black shirt, mind already spinning on how to approach you today. What would you even think? Would you let him get a word in, or would you just...shut him out?

He wandered down the hallway and stopped, catching sight of himself in the mirror. Dark circles under his eyes, hair a complete disaster—he looked like he’d just survived a brawl with his own bed. He huffed at his reflection, running a hand through his hair as if that might help.

"What are you even doing, Sihtric?" he muttered under his breath. "Trying to put together a life that looks whole, but you know it's a mess. She just had to show up and—" He stopped himself, eyes narrowing. "Yeah, like that’s her fault."

He took a deep breath, looking himself straight in the eyes. "You’re just running," he admitted softly. "All this time, just running from what’s right in front of you." But seeing you again had shattered his illusion—the little world he’d built up piece by piece to distract himself from the truth. Now, there was no denying it: nothing he’d done, no walls he’d put up, could fill the void you’d left behind.

Grabbing his camera bag, Sihtric slung it over his shoulder and headed out the door. The crisp morning air hit him the second he stepped outside, but it did nothing to cool his mind, still swirling with frustration and a pang of something he didn’t want to name. Longing, maybe.

By the time he got to the set, the usual hustle was already in full swing. Assistants darted around setting up lights, models shuffled in with their stylists, and the low hum of chatter filled the space. Sihtric made his way to his station, eyes scanning the room without even meaning to—searching for you. And when he finally spotted you across the room, his heart stumbled.

You looked so focused, completely locked in, like the rest of the world didn’t even exist. He remembered that look so well—your intensity, your ability to tune out everything and just create. It was one of the things he’d always admired about you, what had pulled him in from the start. But now? Now it just reminded him how far he felt from the person you’d once cared about.

Taking a shaky breath, Sihtric made up his mind to walk over. His heart hammered as he crossed the room, not sure what he’d even say—but knowing he couldn’t just keep quiet.

—---------------------------------

The soft hum of equipment, the chatter of the crew, and the droning voice of the girl responsible for the outfits—the so-called "wardrobe manager" these days—all blended into an indistinct background noise as you tried to focus on the day ahead. Every sound seemed distant, almost muffled, as if you were underwater, your mind too preoccupied with the storm of emotions swirling inside you.

“I would suggest pairing this silk blouse with the high-waisted trousers for the first look,” the wardrobe manager continued, her voice lacking enthusiasm, as if she had said it a hundred times before. “It has a timeless feel. Or we could go for something more daring—maybe this leather jacket and skirt combo for the edgier shots?”

You barely registered her words, absentmindedly flipping through the wardrobe selections as though you were deeply engaged, but in truth, you were just stalling. Anything to keep your hands busy, to avoid the inevitable confrontation that seemed to hang in the air like a storm cloud. You nodded vaguely, hoping your disinterest wasn’t too obvious.

You had barely slept. The events from the day before played in a loop in your mind, each thought swirling with fragments of Sihtric's face, his voice, and the burning resentment you felt towards him. The way he had casually greeted you after all these years, like nothing had happened—like he hadn’t broken you into pieces. It was infuriating.

As you examined a sequined gown, you heard footsteps approaching. There was no need to look up to know who it was. Sihtric's presence had a weight, a pull that you used to find comforting, but now it felt suffocating. Your posture stiffened, and your expression instantly hardened.

“Hey,” Sihtric’s voice was soft, tentative, as though testing the waters. “Can we talk?” he asked quietly, careful not to attract too much attention from the others.

You gave the wardrobe manager a soft, halfhearted smile, hoping she'd catch the hint, but her mind was clearly elsewhere. She was too busy batting her lashes, her gaze locked on Sihtric with flushed cheeks and a little lip-bite, practically radiating a crush.

You couldn’t help the smirk tugging at the corners of your mouth as you watched her, caught in that painfully familiar moment as a humiliating flashback hit you—he’d had the same effect on you the first time you met…and, well, he still did. It was maddening, really. You sighed inwardly, silently cursing yourself for being just as foolish.

Clearing your throat a bit too deliberately, you broke the silence, snapping her back to reality.

The girl’s blush deepened, spreading across her face like wildfire. "Oh, um—sorry," she mumbled, eyes dropping to the floor as she scrambled to grab her things. She gave a quick, flustered nod and practically bolted, nearly tripping over her own feet in her rush to escape.

You didn’t even bother to turn around. “I’m busy,” you said flatly, flipping to the next outfit on the rack.

“I know,” he replied, tension lacing his voice, “but we need to talk. Yesterday—”

“Yesterday was nothing,” you cut him off, finally turning to face him with a cold, distant stare. You saw the hurt flicker across his face. “You don’t get to pretend we’re still friends or that there’s anything left between us.”

Sihtric’s gaze dropped for a second, and he ran a hand through his tousled hair, clearly searching for the right words. “I didn’t expect to see you, okay? I was… surprised.”

You crossed your arms, trying to build a barrier, anything to shield yourself from the vulnerability that crept up when you saw him yesterday. “Surprised? That’s your excuse? After everything you did? You threw me away like I was nothing.”

His head snapped up, a flash of guilt flickering over his face. “I didn’t— It wasn’t like that,” he said quickly, taking a step closer, but you backed away on instinct. “You don’t know the whole story.”

Your laugh was sharp, humorless. “I know enough. I know you moved on. Fast.”

Your gazes finally met, and for a moment, Sihtric caught a glimpse of something in your eyes—pain, anger, maybe even something else—but whatever it was vanished as quickly as it had appeared.

He stepped closer, lowering his voice. “I never stopped thinking about you. I just didn’t know how to—”

“Stop.” You held up a hand, cutting him off. “I don’t care what you did or didn’t think about. You made your choice. Believe it or not, I’ve moved on too.”

Sihtric clenched his jaw, feeling the weight of your words like a punch in the chest. The distance between you felt insurmountable, like a chasm that had opened long ago and now couldn’t be bridged.

“I get that you’re angry,” he said quietly, one last attempt to break through the wall you’d put up. “I would be too. But please, I owe you an explanation for why I—”

“Enough!” Your voice came out sharper than you’d intended, drawing a few curious glances from nearby crew members. Taking a deep breath, you tried to pull yourself back to calm.

“Whatever you think you owe me, I don’t want it,” you replied, fighting to keep your tone steady and unaffected. “It’s been five years, Sihtric. There’s nothing left to say.”

Sihtric shifted uncomfortably, like he wanted to protest. His mouth opened, but no words came out. You watched him struggle for some excuse or explanation, but you didn’t care. Not anymore.

"Sihtric," you said, voice cold like a bucket of ice water, “we have work to do. We’re not friends; we’re not anything. So let’s just keep this professional and do what we’re here to do.”

His jaw tightened, frustration and regret clouding his expression. “I didn’t want it to end up like this,” he murmured, almost to himself.

You shook your head, reinforcing the walls around your heart with every second that passed. “It’s too late for that.” Not waiting for his response, you turned back to the wardrobe rack, hands busy sorting through hangers, making it clear the conversation was over.

Sihtric stood there, lingering longer than he probably should have, shifting awkwardly from one foot to the other and running a hand through his hair, as if that might somehow bring the right words to mind. He stole one last glance at you, hoping you’d change your mind or give him a sign, any sign, that there was still a chance. But when nothing came, he let out a quiet sigh and started to make his way back to his station.

His steps were slow, reluctant, and every few paces he glanced back, his eyes searching for you among the bustling set. Even as he reached his spot by the cameras, he couldn’t stop himself from casting a look in your direction, hoping for even the smallest hint of softness in your expression. But there was nothing—nada, zip. Just your back, straight and unyielding, radiating a chill that could’ve kept an ice rink frozen solid.

The tension lingered in the air, but you forced yourself to push through it. Work came first, and you weren’t about to let Sihtric’s sudden reappearance unravel everything you’d built in the past five years. You had built a new life—one that didn’t include him. Letting him back in wasn’t an option.

But as you sifted through the outfits, your hands wouldn’t stop shaking.

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Sihtric sat at the bar, shadows casting across his face in the dim light. It was one of those fancy, expensive places that tried too hard to look casual—exposed brick walls, soft jazz in the background, and bartenders in tailored vests who looked like they’d just stepped out of an old movie.

He was a regular here now, the kind of guest who turned heads the moment he walked in. In the last five years, Sihtric had become something of a celebrity in the fashion world—a photographer whose bold, daring shoots pushed boundaries and set trends. 

He stared blankly at his half-empty glass of whiskey, swirling the amber liquid as if it held any answers. This was his routine now—numbing himself in fancy bars that felt as cold and empty as he did inside. The photoshoot earlier had been brutal; each moment you ignored him twisted the knife in his chest a little deeper.

Another drink. Another night.

The bartender shot him a questioning glance, and Sihtric nodded for another round before he even had to ask. As the glass refilled, his thoughts circled back to you—how easily you’d shut him out, the distance in your eyes. His mind fought to make sense of it, but his heart knew the truth. You were done with him. He’d clung to some small hope for a sign, even an argument, anything but the indifference you showed him.

But you didn’t care anymore, and that truth gnawed at him like an open wound.

A hand slid over his shoulder, fingers trailing down his arm. At first, he barely noticed, his attention locked on the empty space where his heart used to be. A woman leaned in, her perfume cutting through the haze, whispering something playful in his ear. He turned to look at her—tall, brunette, model-like features.

Sihtric forced a smile, one that didn’t reach his eyes. “Buy you a drink?” he asked, his voice rough from the whiskey and everything he was holding back.

She giggled, fingers tracing circles on his arm, but he barely felt it. This was all mechanical now. He knew where this was going—a few more drinks, some empty flirting, a messy, fleeting distraction that would only leave him feeling emptier by morning. The same hollow routine.

A few hours later, they ended up in his apartment, just like he’d predicted. She lay sprawled on his bed, dark hair spilling over the pillows, murmuring soft words he wasn’t really listening to.

He moved against her, but his mind was miles away, lost somewhere far from the woman beneath him. Each motion felt mechanical, his body on autopilot, no real connection—no spark, no passion. Every touch, every thrust felt like an echo of something he used to feel, now reduced to emptiness. Sihtric barely registered the soft sounds she made, her murmurs fading into the background as his thoughts drifted back to you.

Even here you were haunting him like a ghost he couldn’t shake. He tried to push the memories away, but they clung to him—the way you laughed, how your eyes softened when they met his, the way your body felt under his fingers when you were close. None of this was the same. Each fleeting distraction only reminded him of what he’d lost, of what he’d ruined.

As she wrapped her arms around Sihtric’s neck, pulling him closer, he closed his eyes, trying to focus, to lose himself in the moment. But all he saw was you and all he felt was the aching emptiness in his chest.

When it was over, he rolled off her, breathing heavily as he stared up at the ceiling. The silence between them stretched on, pressing down like a weight. She snuggled into his side, her head on his shoulder, but her warmth only made him feel colder inside.

“That was amazing,” she whispered, soft and content.

Sihtric didn’t respond. He couldn’t. The words just wouldn’t come, because nothing about this felt amazing. It felt like another mistake—a mistake he kept making, hoping it would fill the emptiness, even though he knew it never would.

He waited until she drifted off to sleep, her breath slow and even against his chest. Then, carefully, he untangled himself from her, slipping out of bed and pulling on his jeans. The room was dark, save for the sliver of moonlight filtering through the curtains, casting shadows across the floor.

As he stood there, staring down at the woman who had become just another face in a long line of temporary distractions, Sihtric felt a wave of disgust wash over him—not at her, but at himself. This wasn’t who he used to be. This wasn’t the man you had fallen in love with.

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The art gallery buzzed with excitement as you walked in, Gisela right by your side. You’d been to openings like this before, but tonight felt different—there was an electric vibe in the air, like everyone knew they were about to see something incredible. Gisela had been hyping up this exhibition for weeks, raving about the young, talented painter she’d discovered: Sigtryggr.

“You’re going to love his work,” Gisela said with a grin, leading you through the crowd. “He’s brilliant. And I have a feeling you two will get along. There’s just something about him…” She gave you a teasing look, but you brushed it off, not really sure what she meant.

As you made your way through the gallery, you couldn’t help but get drawn into the paintings. Bold, vibrant strokes blended with softer, more intimate details, each piece telling a story. Sigtryggr’s art was captivating—a perfect mix of emotion and precision that made it hard to look away. There was a rawness in his work that hit close to home, stirring up feelings you hadn’t let yourself feel in a long time.

“Do you like it?” a voice broke through your thoughts.

You turned to find a man standing beside you, his features soft yet undeniably striking. His long, light hair framed his face almost ethereally, and his deep blue eyes held a warmth mixed with intensity. His gentle smile put you instantly at ease.

“Yeah, it’s... breathtaking,” you said, glancing back at the painting. “There’s so much emotion in it. It feels personal.”

Sigtryggr smiled, his eyes softening. “I’m glad you think so. It is personal, in a way. Each piece is a part of me—things I’ve seen, felt, or imagined. Sometimes, painting’s the only way I know to get those feelings out.”

His voice was soft but sincere, and something about him took you by surprise—a calmness and sweetness that felt rare. In the back of your mind, you couldn’t help but feel faint echoes of someone else, someone who had once stirred your heart just as deeply.

The next hour slipped by as you talked with Sigtryggr, his presence unexpectedly comforting. He was charming without being over the top, and his quiet humor reminded you of simpler times. As you shared stories, you found yourself laughing more freely than you had in a long time. His quiet confidence and the way he really listened drew you in.

From across the room, you kept catching Gisela’s amused glances, her knowing smile hard to miss. You knew she’d set this up, but for once, you didn’t mind. As the evening wore on, Sigtryggr’s sweetness and his genuine interest in you started chipping away at the walls you’d built around your heart.

As the crowd began to thin, Sigtryggr turned to you with a soft smile. “I’d love to see you again if you’re interested. Maybe we could grab a coffee, or check out another gallery sometime?”

You hesitated, but the warmth in his eyes and the ease you felt around him made it impossible to refuse. “I’d like that.”

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A few weeks later, you found yourself spending more time with Sigtryggr, getting to know him better. Each time you met, you couldn’t help but notice how much he reminded you of Sihtric—the quiet intensity, the focus he poured into his work, the way he always held a little something back. But unlike Sihtric, there was no darkness in his eyes, no heaviness or regret. Sigtryggr was just... calm, confident, kind.

Your dates were simple and easy—strolls through art districts, cozy coffee shop stops, gallery visits, all filled with comfortable conversation. Sigtryggr had this natural way of making you feel at ease, giving you closeness without any pressure. He never pushed, never asked about your past, though you could tell he sensed something was holding you back.

Still, no matter how good things felt, you often caught yourself comparing him to Sihtric. The way Sigtryggr laughed, the thoughtful pauses he took—little things kept bringing Sihtric to mind, as if his shadow lingered over every new connection you tried to build.

One evening, after a particularly sweet date, Sigtryggr walked you home. Standing at your doorstep, you looked at him, emotions swirling. He held your gaze, eyes soft, as if he could see what you were feeling but didn’t need to hear it. Slowly, he reached up and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering gently at your cheek. His gaze dipped to your lips, and he took a careful breath before leaning in.

When he kissed you, it was soft, unhurried, like he wanted to savor every moment. One hand rested at the curve of your jaw, the other slipped to the small of your back, drawing you a bit closer. He tasted faintly of coffee, his touch steady and grounding, and as his thumb brushed gently against your cheek, a warmth spread through you, melting away the lingering shadows of doubt.

The world around you faded as the kiss deepened, his lips exploring yours with a slow, tender intensity that felt both comforting and thrilling. You found yourself relaxing, melting into him, letting go of the weight you’d been carrying. For a moment, all that mattered was him, here, now.

When he finally pulled back, he searched your face with those gentle eyes of his, his thumb still tracing small circles on your cheek. “Are you okay?” he asked softly, his voice low and full of concern.

You took a shaky breath, feeling the old memories tugging at you again. “It’s not you,” you said, unsure how to explain the tangled mess inside you. “It’s… someone from my past.”

Sigtryggr’s expression remained calm, though you caught a flicker of understanding in his eyes. “You don’t have to explain,” he said gently, his voice soothing. “I know it’s hard to move on from someone who meant so much to you.”

You blinked, surprised by his perceptiveness. “How did you…?”

He gave a faint smile, a small shrug. “You wear it on your face sometimes, the way you get that distant look when something reminds you of him. But I’m not here to rush you. I just want to spend time with you, however you need.”

His words touched you deeply, and for the first time in a long time, you felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, it was possible to let go of the past and let someone else in.

As you said goodnight, something inside you shifted. Sigtryggr wasn’t Sihtric—he was his own person, with his own gentle sweetness, one that felt like it could help you heal. And for the first time in years, you allowed yourself to believe in a future worth exploring, not centered on what you’d lost but on what you might still find.

[thecynthh]

how about we try that one more time? M.S

synopsis - matt wouldn't stop biting his nails and y/n gotta do something about it

notes - fully matts pov, childhood best friends, just kissiing nothing too mild,

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Matt's pov

i recently became more active on tiktok like nick requested me to be, despite not really knowing how to use the app i started to post next to daily as well as chris and nick. tiktoks of us just jamming out to songs always goes well so i started a little series showing the fans a new song from my playlist every two days while in between those i post whatever im feeling. 

today was the song locked out of heaven by bruno mars

“can i just stay here?”

“spend the rest of my days here”

“cus’ you make me feel like i’ve been locked out of heaven”

i look into my bathroom mirror singing along with the song, doing a little dance when the drums kick in again hearing the crash of the symbols. i’d admit, i thought i looked pretty good, my fit was on point that day and i was really feeling myself. 

sturnl00v3 : matty poo lookin a little too good today 

heartzplusstarz : struggling as a chris girl over here 😔

bernardluvver : living for the slutty waist !!

the whole tiktok replays again for the third time, after hearing it again y/n props herself up on her elbows and says, “god how many times are you gonna watch yourself in that tiktok??” y/n was usually this mean to me but growing up together as neighbors and knowing her all these years made me forgive her for all of it, she was there with me and my brothers throughout everything and we were all used to her “can do” attitude.

her legs were draped over my thighs and her eyes watched my phone intensively. “do you still wanna get kane’s later or do you wanna complain?” I retorted, making her drop back down onto the couch and hold her hands up. “i surrender.” 

i go back to scrolling through the comments seeing a few more. 

sturnz : damnnnn mans looking fine asf 

bluesturniolo : ANYTHING FOR U MATT !!!!

sturnontop : yalls see the outline…..

      ╰┈➤ bluesturniolo : i just know what’s behind his cargos 🤤

lessasturniolo : F ME LIKE U MAD AT ME BABYYYYY 

oh. oh. 

is that really all that they think about me? a shiver rolls through my body and my hand comes up to my mouth as i chew on my nails. a foot hits my hand out of my mouth, i give y/n the nastiest side eye while she looks at me like she didn’t do anything. 

“what the fuck was that for?” i raise my voice slightly. 

“don’t bite your nails you stupid fuck,” she says as a come back, i was unphased when she matched my tone. i ultimately just let it go and continued looking through comments. 

sturnnw0rld : girlies on tumblr gna go insane for this one matt

user92380 : id hit that. 

likelystrniolo : fuck me! please! 

despite what y/n said to me i continue to bite my nails, i didnt enjoy biting them but i couldnt help it. especially with these comments, they make me nervous and uncomfortable. with seconds of actually contemplating, my finger hovers over the delete button. 

suddenly i feel y/n’s body move and she begins to straddle me, uh oh. i stare up at her not knowing what her next move is, she rips my nails out of my mouth and connects our lips. 

i go along with her antics and reciprocate the kiss, she bites down on my bottom lip requesting access to the inside of my mouth. her hands find my arms and wraps them around her body with her arms snaking around my neck, pulling us impossibly close together. 

i put my hands on her cheeks slightly pushing her off of my mouth, our needy mouths disconnected. she gives an exasperated sigh and starts to open her mouth, “nick told me to make sure you weren’t biting your nails cus u guys had a nail appointment, that was the only way i could think about stopping you.” an innocent smile paints her face. 

“if i knew biting my nails could make you wanna kiss me i would be doing it more.” i saw when the same stupid smile bloomed on my lips as well. “so, how about we try that one more time before i start biting my nails again yeah?” 

a/n - christmas/new years present for yalls 😘

[v3nusxsky]

Hi

could u pls to a smut oneshot with lady lesso with prompts 29 and 52 it’s the readers first time with her. Possibly adding in overstim and aftercare.

Princess 18+

*Authors note~ Lesso smut has returned god I’ve missed writing! I love being back into my happy space and writing fics for all our favourite ladies*

Trigger warnings~ overstimulation kink multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, dom!lesso, daddy kink, bondage, mirror sex, sex toys (vibrator and enhanced strap on), dirty talk/sexting/nudes teasing, fingering!, oral, fem!good!reader, power dynamics (good vs evil), somnophillia (consented before)

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

52~ "Look at your reflection. Look at how gorgeous you are. So gorgeous when I'm fucking you like this. So pretty for me, and only me.

29~ "Want my fingers in you?"

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You’ve always been a firm believer that the line between good and evil is never as clear cut as people perceive it to be. For you, it’s more a spectrum that people move up and down on, not something to define someone’s character. After all the phrase “what’s another man’s trash is another man’s treasure” has to mean something. Right. Perhaps that’s why you, of all the princess professors to enter the walls of the school for good and evil, caught Leonora’s eye. Fate. Destiny. Or just pure luck would have it that you’d soon become her princess. The one she would try to be better for, to move up the spectrum of good and evil. But even you should know that the red head wouldn’t be able to be purely good all the time. No. She limited that side, the almost cruel sadistic side of her, to the bedroom only. Was she evil for this? You were about to find out.

The special chime of Leonora’s phone sounded around her office. You. Only you had that chime. But why would you be texting her knowing how she had a meeting with all the staff to attend now. “I’m sorry daddy, I just get so turned on thinking about the last time” was what it read with a video underneath. At first pixelated but it soon became clear. Here you were wearing nothing but wine red rope, tied in intricate patterns while holding your favourite vibratior to your clit. Your phone in front of the mirror allowing lesso to not only hear but see every reaction to your self care. Teasingly running your fingers down your body to spread your folds apart, your arousal just leaking out of your puffy lips. Clearly this wasn’t the first self induced orgasm of the day.

Instinctively the red head chewed on her ruby lip as she replayed the video. God you were something. However did she get so lucky? But something lying dormant in the woman screamed to be let out, to put an end to this foolish attempt to prove dominance over her. Simply, this beast wouldn’t take this lying down at all. Fingers as quick as lighting typed her response before shoving the small black device in her pocket of her waistcoat and left for her meeting, “be naked when I get back home dove.”

Two whole hours. She had to wait two whole hours before leaving the school. And in those two hours you’d gifted yourself three more self inflicted orgasms before passing out in your bed naked. That’s exactly how she found you when she returned. Blissfully unaware of what you’d caused.

Your right leg position at a right angle as your left leg lay flat against the covers, your arousal still thick in the air as you unknowingly left your core on show to her preying eyes. Really, it’s not her fault. At least that’s how she reasons with herself. You’d spoke about her waking you up this way, something you wanted to try, and what better excuse than today. Falling asleep like this was asking for it after all. Practically begging her to take advantage of you. Her poor innocent princess.

It took less than a minute for Leonora to position herself between your legs. Now eye level with your pussy she couldn’t help but dive in. Her precious little dove all ready for her to take. Eating you out from behind like a starved animal. No matter how many women she’d had in her bed, no one could ever compare to the taste of you. The scent of you. Just you. Hers. The way your body responds to the ghost like touch of her hands trailing your body as she lapped away at your glistening folds. The sleepy little moans that only she could hear. Hers. And to think you had yet to wake up, to find her home where she always wanted to be.

“M Nora?” You mumbled disoriented and dazed by the delightful feeling of someone’s mouth working at your sensitive bundle of nerves. The only response you were given was the fee of her teeth grazing your clit in a silent reminder. “Daddy!” You almost squeaked in shock and pleasure to but cut short with your displeased whine at the sensations she provided stopping dead. “Oh no was my poor princess getting close hmm? Did you like daddy waking you up little slut?”

Oh did you ever. With how your chest rose and fell and the pretty blush on your cheeks spreading to your breasts being all clear indications of how much you liked it. That’s ignoring the copious amounts of slick now covering your folds and her chin and lips. “Daddy why’d you stop” flew from your pouty lips before you had a chance to think about it. “Because my princess is a grade A whore who can’t help but touch what is clearly mine. You. Are. Mine. And you must be punished dove.”

At least you’d had the decency to cover your sleepy features with an attempt to look ashamed of your actions. But deep down you both knew that this was exactly what you wanted to happen. You wanted to rile her up, push her buttons and get well and truly fucked. Strutting around the room the dean of evil tied you to the bed frame in record time. Now lying flat on your back arms and legs spread. Cunt on full display as her eyes raked over your beautiful body.

“Want my fingers in you? Hmm do you want daddy to fill that slutty little hole for you?” She teased knowing that it wasn’t everything you wanted. See Leonora knows her princess. You need more than her fingers to feel like worlds exploding. But she also knows that her fingers can get you most the way there. Many nights had passed with her testing how far her fingers alone would push you into pleasure. “Fingers or nothing princess” was all it took for you to begin to plead for her to touch you. Anything really, “please daddy. Please just touch me. It never feels good unless you do it please.”

She couldn’t help but be mesmerised with how well you took her. Your greedy little pussy sucking my fingers into your weeping little hole. She’d chuckle when a harsh curl of her slender digits against your G spot had you gasping for breath. “More. More please god more Nora” you whimpered as your hips continued to buck up into her skilled hand to once again be denied. “Poor dove. My poor useless little princess. You need daddy huh? Want to be daddy’s play thing? My precious doll? Let daddy use your slutty body and take what you’re given.”

Time really is a concept when your girlfriend is Leonora Lesso. Your whole body bound and marked up at her will. Orgasms ruined by her demand until tears streamed down your checks as you babbled out incoherent please and whimpers. Lesso would be lying if she said you didn’t turn her on to the max. You were just so pretty. Her pretty princess. Even crying so prettily just for her. God it turned her on. A beautiful princess all for her to use.

“Shhh okay princess, daddy will give you what you want now. So pretty dove. Daddy has just what you crave sweetheart” lesso murmured while she shredded the last few remaining articles of clothing. When had the rest gone? You weren’t sure, too lost in chasing the orgasm she wouldn’t allow you to have. Wide eyes taking in the new appendage between your lovers legs, “d-daddy?” You stuttered confused. How ? More so, you wanted it. In your mouth, in your hand and more importantly burried inside your cunt as she crawled up to ensure her crotch was level with your mouth. “Oh princess you like what daddy has for you hmm? Come be a good little cock slut and make it nice and wet for daddy. Repay me for turning me on for hours while I was working. Come earn your pleasure darling.”

Despite the fact that lesso was now adorning a life like dick, she was moaning and grunting like she could feel the way you’d hallowed your cheeks to take her further. The head of the cock touching the back of your throat as you gaged around the shaft. Slender hand gripping a make shift pony tail in your hair as she guided your head along the length just long enough to edge herself. Not only does she love to edge her dove, but receiving edging was also something she adored. “Out! Now. I want to be inside of you now. She demanded quickly manoeuvring herself to be between your thighs once more.

You felt every inch slip inside your snug walls. Every ridge hugged by every pulse of your pussy. “Take it princess. Take it for daddy” she grunted as the last inch sunk into your tight warmth. “Such a slut, just made for me. Sophie tight I can hardly move with how you’re gripping me. Fuck.” She grunted as she slowly pulled out of you to slam back inside. Mesmerising herself with how your walls sucked her back in. How well you fit together. As one. Hers.

As if it couldn’t get any better, vibrations began to fill the room with a constant buzz. Inhuman sounds began to work their way from your body as you bucked like a wild horse into her thrusts. "Look at your reflection princess . Look at how gorgeous you are. So gorgeous when I'm fucking you like this. So pretty for me, and only me. Mine” she growled forcing you to turn your head towards the fall length mirror. Watching as you joined as one. “Daddy need to please god please need it” you jumbled up your desperate pleas as she finally gave you the permission to cum for her. The orgasm being everything you needed and wanted. Blissed out by the pleasure she was bestowing on you. Only, she didn’t stop. No. She continued to fuck into you until finally she was satisfied. “Good fucking girl princess” she whispered before slipping out of your now gapping quivering hole, “such a good girl for daddy. My best princess.” She used her magic to free you and clean you up before whispering praises and holding you close for the remainder of the night. Her girl. Her princess. Her love. Her dove.

Word count ~ 1879

[wcbblife]

Here with you

a/n: sorry if its short! Hope you enjoy. Based on this request.

It had been terrible. The whole scene replayed in your mind, haunting you as the soft beeping of machines filled the background. You had gone up for a shot, just like countless times before, but this time was different. As soon as you landed on the wooden floor, a blinding pain had taken over your knee, causing you to collapse.

A non-contact injury.

The following moments had been a blur. The initial tear, the panicked voices around you, the ambulance trip, and finally waking up in the hospital. You remembered bits and pieces, but mostly you just wished the pain would end.

“Babe, you’re shaking,” Juju whispers, her voice breaking through the haze. She’s been by your side the entire time, and now she flies up from the chair next to your bed to sit closer.

“It hurts so much,” you manage to croak out, your lip caught between your teeth as you try to distract yourself from the tears welling in your eyes.

“I know, baby,” she murmurs, her eyes filled with concern. She takes your hand gently, tracing random patterns on the back of it.

The rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor and the faint hum of fluorescent lights added to the surreal feeling of the situation. You couldn't help but think about the season ahead, the practices you'd miss, and the long recovery process.

Juju continued to stroke your hand, her touch grounding you. "I'm going to be here every step of the way," she assured you. "We'll get through this together. You'll be back on that court before you know it."

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Then after a while you were back home. The soft couch in the living room, the cozy blankets, the scent of home—it all felt like a haven. Yet, the pain and the fear of what lay ahead lingered in your head.

Juju was there, as always, by your side. She had prepared everything meticulously, ensuring that your transition from the hospital to home would be as smooth as possible.

“Easy does it,” Juju murmured, her arms steady as she helped you from the car to the front door. Every step sent a ripple of pain through your knee, but her support made it bearable. “Just a few more steps.”

Once inside, she guided you to the couch, arranging the cushions just right to prop up your leg. The ice pack she retrieved from the freezer was a welcome relief as she gently placed it over your knee.

“Better?” she asked, her eyes full of concern.

You nodded, grateful for her care. “Yeah, thanks, Juju.”

“Good.” She smiled, a spark of relief in her eyes. “Now, I’ve got everything you might need. Water, your meds, snacks… And I made your favorite soup.”

The aroma of the soup wafted in from the kitchen, a comforting reminder of normalcy. Juju busied herself, making sure everything was within your reach. She even set up a little bell on the coffee table, insisting you ring it if you needed anything.

“You don’t have to do all this, Juju,” you said, feeling a mix of gratitude and guilt.

She shook her head, sitting beside you and taking your hand. “I want to. You mean everything to me, and I’ll do whatever it takes to help you heal.”

As the afternoon stretched into evening, Juju stayed close, her arms wrapped around you in a comforting embrace. She kept you company as you rested, occasionally brushing soft kisses against your temple.

Juju watched you quietly, noticing the way your eyes fluttered shut in exhaustion. She knew you needed rest and understood the pain that accompanied every slight movement you made.

"Babe," Juju said softly, getting up kneel beside you. "Let me help you to bed."

You managed a tired nod, grateful for her offer. With Juju's gentle guidance, you struggled to your feet, leaning heavily on her for support. The injury protested with a sharp twinge, causing you to wince.

"Easy, love," Juju murmured, wrapping her arm around your waist to steady you. "I've got you."

"I'm sorry," you muttered through clenched teeth, trying to suppress a groan of pain.

Juju's brow furrowed with concern as she wrapped her arm around your waist, providing stability as you limped towards the bedroom. "Don't apologize," she whispered. "You're doing great. Just take it slow."

As you reached the edge of the bed, another wave of exhaustion washed over you, threatening to pull you under. Your knees buckled slightly, and Juju's grip tightened around you, her arms providing a steady anchor.

"It's okay, sweetheart," Juju whispered, her voice a soothing melody. "Just take it slow."

With Juju's assistance, you eased yourself onto the bed, the soft mattress cradling your weary body. You let out a relieved sigh, sinking into the pillows as the tension began to melt away. Without hesitation, she sank down beside you, her arms wrapping around you in a comforting embrace.

[nolita-fairytale]

make my heart surrender | carmy berzatto x fem!reader | chapter five: saturday/sunday

pairing: carmen berzatto x fem!reader

warnings: lots of swearing, angst, use of she/her pronouns, friends to lovers, references to sex, no use of y/n, second person pov

word count: 3.2k

summary: the morning after you and carmy cross that line again, you realize that maybe what you've been looking for has been right in front of you this whole time.

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Saturday

The light flooding in through Carmy’s single bedroom window is exceptionally aggressive this morning. Or maybe it just feels that way to you. Maybe it’s the fact that you’d like to stay here forever – inside of this warm cocoon of sleep and peace that, if you opened your eyes, you’d realize it was all just a dream. You take your time, slowly blinking your eyelids open, to the feeling of another warm body in this bed with you. 

Carmy. 

Holy shit. 

Carmy is in bed next to you. 

Your eyes snap open, and you can feel your heart pounding in your chest as you ever so gently turn to look at him. You pray that he doesn’t wake up yet. He stirs in his sleep, settling back into his slumber, and you feel relieved. 

You just want a little time to… you know… process. 

The events of last night come flooding back in, as you begin to replay them in your mind: going home with him, him cooking for you, crying out his name so loud you wondered if the neighbors heard. 

Yeah, there was definitely no coming back from that. 

What were you going to say to him when he woke up? 

Thanks for the carbonara.

Thanks for making me cum three times last night, you think to yourself, cringing at the mere thought of saying that to him. 

I think we’re in love with each other and I don’t know how I’m supposed to go back to New York knowing that I can’t ignore it any longer?

I still have to go back to New York.

“Fffffffuck,” you say out loud. Your eyes widen as soon as you realize that that hadn’t been in your head, slamming your hand over your mouth to cover it. 

Shit.

You can hear Carmy murmuring next to you and instantly regret your little outburst. He rolls over, propping himself up on his side as he begins blinking his eyes open. He’s pictured this moment over and over again since what happened in New York: waking up to you without the sobering reality that his brother was dead and that he may have just ruined the best relationship he’s ever had in his life by sleeping with you. 

“Morning,” he says, sheepishly, a soft smile on his face. 

And as he looks at you, all of your fears, questions, and anxieties begin to melt away. It’s just you and him, and those baby blue eyes. 

“Morning. How’d you sleep?” you say, suddenly warming from the inside out.

“Best I’ve slept in a while.” 

You smile in response as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. You leave a soft kiss on his forehead, then another on that big, beautiful nose of his.

“Hmm. Something different about… somethin’ unusual happen before you went to bed last night?” you ask, playfully, leaving a sweet peck on his lips. He laughs, pulling you closer to him. 

“Nothin’ I can remember, no,” he's quick to banter back, even if he's just waking up. 

You shake your head as he leans in, pressing his lips against yours – this time with more passion. You entertain him for a few more kisses, before pulling away, snuggling up to him. 

“How long till you’ve got to go into the restaurant?” you ask, dragging your fingertips across his shoulders. You catch one of them on the gold chain he’s wearing, noticing that it lays perfectly against his bare skin. 

You want nothing more than to stay in this bed forever, but the sobering reality that you both have to work later today is something you can’t deny. You’d never ask him to do anything but – never take him away from the thing he loves. 

“Gotta go in around 9:30… what time is it?” he asks. He turns away, causing you to groan at the loss of warmth – the loss of him – so that he can check the time. It’s not long before he returns to you, enveloping you in his embrace once again. 

“So two hours.”

You let out a dissatisfied hum in response. 

“You comin’ in this morning?”

“No,” you reply, lazily. “Marcus is flying solo for the lunch shift so that he knows he can do it without me. I’ll give him some feedback before dinner service.”

Without you. 

Right. 

Carmy tries not to think too hard about it – that you’re only here temporarily. He’s not ready to let the thought rob him of the absolute nirvana you both have experienced in the last twelve hours. It’s a future problem for future you and him. 

“Well, what’re you gonna do before dinner service?” Carmy asks sleepily as he rests his chin on the top of your head, hugging you close to his chest.

“Well, you, hopefully,” you joke, only you’re so not kidding. He laughs and you wonder if you’re just imagining the hard on that’s beginning to poke at your thigh. 

“Think I’m gonna swing by the farmers’ market. I want to pick up a sourdough starter for Marcus. You know… as a gift,” you add. 

Carmy hums in response, leaving a kiss on the top of your head before rolling onto his back. If he doesn’t get moving soon, he’ll never leave this bed. 

“Uh oh. Don’t give him any wild ideas,” Carmy sighs out, a dry laugh following. He can’t believe this is real: that you’re here with him, that he woke up and it wasn’t all a dream.  

“There was a time that you loved wild ideas, Berzatto,” you point out, flirtatiously, rolling onto your side so that you are facing him. You remember that his sister called him ‘Bear’ last night, but you think it may be too soon to call him by the family nickname.

There’s a moment between the two of you, where neither of you say anything. It’s a comfortable silence, and you let yourself imagine what life could be like if this was every Saturday morning. Yeah… you were going to have to talk about this eventually. 

“Thanks, by the way,” Carmy says, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. He feels shy about what he’s saying and he’s not sure how to do this. “You know. For last night.”

You giggle in response, “You’re so fucking bad at this.”

The two of you share another awkward laugh, before it’s quiet again. 

“Carmy?”

“Hm?”

You wait a beat. 

“Never said I was done with you,” you say, a devilish smile on your face. 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you answer, climbing on top of him. He breathes deeply, surrendering to you as you lean down to kiss him. 

*

That afternoon, you come in a little earlier than necessary so that you can meet and debrief with Marcus. As you enter through the backdoor, your stomach is filled with butterflies. It’ll be the first time you’ve seen Carmy after leaving his apartment this morning. 

After making you cum this morning… again.

You took the morning to yourself, enjoying the walk back to your airbnb. You took the subway to the farmers’ market and let your mind run wild as you explored the city by yourself. You’d quit your job in search of something that meant something. And didn’t this mean something? Was this what you’d been searching for? Soul, passion, inspiration… love.

But could you even stay? Would Carmen want you to stay, or was this just a fun fling for him – not that he was that kind of guy. You knew he wasn’t that kind of guy. But what if he thought you were absolutely insane to assume that, after just a few days, he’d want you to move for him? You wonder if you’re going totally insane for even considering moving to a brand new city for some guy. 

But he’s not just some guy. 

It’s Carmy. 

He’s your Carmy. 

Damnit. 

“Hey, chef,” Carmy says, barely looking up from his work station as you pass by. You see he’s got a whetstone and a squeeze bottle half full of water, as he works at sharpening one of his knives. His fingers are wet with the water, and you hear the sound of the blade of his knife being dragged across the whetstone at its most precise angle.

Carmy’s precise. He’s always precise. 

“Hello,” you say quietly, hurrying past him towards the locker area. You’re afraid to make eye contact – to even look at him – because what if everyone knows? What if you melt into a puddle right in front of him and everyone knows?

You strip off your book bag, and then you’re coat, opening your locker to find it empty – save for a freshly washed, crisp, blue apron hanging up in there.

Where the hell is your knife roll?

You put your things down, before haphazardly slamming the locker shut and practically running back into the kitchen in a panic.

“Chef, have you seen my-,” you begin asking, stopping mid sentence as you notice your knife roll neatly tucked into itself, and folded up pristinely, sitting on the stainless steel surface next to where Carmy’s working. 

“Chef? Are you… are those mine?” you ask, checking to make sure no one’s listening in. 

He finally looks up at you, and you’re not sure how it’s scientifically possible that you haven’t turned to jelly right then and there. 

“It’s the least I could do,” he shrugs shyly. He then gives you a curt nod, trying to put on his best professional Carmy, even after doing the most unprofessional things with you.

 “Just wanted to say thank you is all.”

Thank you for inspiring Marcus. 

Thanks for jumping in on the line the other night. 

Thanks for jumping my bones last night and this morning. 

Your breath catches in your throat. Your eyes flicker to his face, and how hard he’s working to not look at you. He’s keeping his hands (and his mind) busy with the consistent, even strokes he makes with his knife against the whetstone. You see his gold chain peeking out from under his perfectly white t-shirt and flashes of seeing it against his pale, bare skin last night begin to invade your mind. Just when you think that you’re going to have to push his $300 knives and limited edition whetstone on the floor so that you can fuck him right then and there, you hear a voice calling out for your attention. 

“Chef! Hey, you ready?” you hear Marcus ask, snapping you out of how hot and bothered you feel. 

You clear your throat, as if that’s going to help you collect yourself. 

“Don’t worry. I’ll put ‘em back in your locker,” Carmy reassures, nodding his head in Marcus’ direction. 

You feel like you’re floating, on such a high from last night and this morning… and the fact that he sharpened your knives?

He might as well have just asked you to marry him right then and there. 

You don’t just sharpen anyone’s knives – let alone by hand. 

As you walk towards Marcus' pastry corner, he’s excited sharing how this morning went. 

“And I want you to try this, chef,” he continues, handing you a donut. “You see, when I was a kid, there was this donut. It was sweet and tangy, and had this bright purple glaze over it. I keep thinkin’ about that, you know?”

You take a bit, surprised by the tangy curd that hits your tongue. 

“So what I did here is I used some of that food coloring you brought in the other day. You know, to make it purple. And I made a passionfruit curd, just like you taught me. At first, I thought maybe I should fuck around with some guava. But no… it’s the passionfruit that hit just right.”

“Is this a cream cheese glaze?” you ask, dissecting each flavor. 

“Yes, chef.”

You take a moment to enjoy the donut. You’re proud too, of how far Marcus has come, in only a few days. 

“The brioche is a little dense so I want to hear a little more about your process so we can make a few adjustments,” you begin, giving him some feedback. “But the flavor pairings are spot on. It’s a really nice combo. Good work, chef.”

“See,” he starts up again. “I thought maybe it wouldn’t work. Like people wouldn’t fuck with a different kind of fruit, you know? But it sold out this morning. Well, except for the one I saved you, of course.”

“You keep following your instincts and making food you believe in, Marcus, and you’ll continue selling out,” you say. “This is really, really good work, Marcus.”

Maybe this is what you’ve been missing, you think to yourself. 

“Ooooh, can I try?” Fak asks, as he walks by. 

“What’s up, chef? You gonna share?” Marcus asks, teasingly as he nods towards Fak.

You chuckle, “Listen, as much as I’d like to hoard this for myself because it is fantastic, yes, of course, I’ll share, Neil.” 

You hand the donut over to Neil before excusing yourself. You hear Neil’s voice asking questions about the bright purple donut as you disappear for a moment in search of the sourdough starter you picked up earlier that day.

They continue to exchange words, and it sounds like Neil is more than complimentary towards Marcus’ passionfruit curd-filled donut. 

“I got you a gift, chef,” you say, returning to the pastry corner. You slide a glass jar across the workstation as Marcus’ eyes it. 

He catches the jar, picking it up to examine it. 

“Is this a-?”

“Sourdough starter? Yeah. Thought I’d leave you with one more gift,” you interject with a smile. “You don’t have to use it for the restaurant, but throw it in the fridge now and take it home… keep it for yourself. And when you’re ready… maybe you’ll work it in to your menu.”

“Ah man,” he says, a grin plastered across his face. “Thank you so much, chef. This is-, this is cool as fuck. Best gift I’ve gotten in a while.”

“Marcus got a sourdough starter?” you hear Sydney’s voice say, as he joins the three of you. 

“Marcus has been getting all of the gifts lately,” Ebraheim chimes in, pulling the attention of everyone in the pastry corner. “What? Carmy got him a teacher. His teacher got him a sourdough starter.”

It’s getting a little crowded in the pastry corner as Neil returns. 

“Oh man. That’s so nice of you,” he says. “You’re so nice. We need more nice people around here. I think you should stay and we should all be best friends.”

“Jesus, Fak,” Sydney scoffs, with a laugh.

“What?” 

“Uh, she didn’t ask for your opinion,” Sydney clarifies, shaking her head at him. 

“Nice? You should see her expediting brunch when three line cooks call out for the day,” Carmy adds, keeping his physical distance, even though he’s joined in on the conversation. 

“Oh ha. Very funny, Carmy,” you shoot back, sarcastically. 

“The fuck are you guys doing just standing here? You guys are blocking the fuckin’ walkway. Behind!” Tina shouts, shooing all of you away to disperse. 

But you all come back together in seconds, and it feels good to be surrounded by this community. 

 “I mean with this new menu, Marcus’ is gonna need more hands anyways, right Marcus?” Sydney suggests, looking from Marcus, then to you, hopeful as she hints and you maybe sticking around. 

Before you can say anything, Tina’s returned, her arms empty as she stops, a hand on her hip, glaring disapprovingly at all of you. 

“You pendejos must be blind or something,” she insults. Tina’s getting ready to spit truth here as she continues with:

“Carmy didn’t bring her in for Marcus. He brought her in because he needed to see his lady jeff.” 

Her comment earns a wide breadth of reactions. Neil’s eyes are wide, while Marcus snorts, and Sydney covers her mouth as she laughs. You can see Carmy’s face turning a few shades redder as he puts his head down, pretending he didn’t hear a single thing. 

“Oh my god, Tina!” Sydney exclaims, at her coworker’s audacity, through laughter.

“I’m just sayin’. In all the time we’ve known Jeff, you ever see him like this?” she adds, turning her attention towards you. “Shit, I wouldn’t mind you stickin’ around either.”

“Tina, you’re out of control,” Marcus says, trying to remain cool and pretend like she didn’t just say what she said. 

“What? I just said the thing we’ve all been thinkin,” she shrugs, before continuing to move through the narrow walkway. 

“I…” you start, on the verge of laughter. Carmy is avoiding your gaze, and you can tell that he’s the shade of a ripe tomato. “Think we should get back to work.”

“Heard, chef,” Marcus says, moving the conversation along.  

Sunday

“Yeah, we’ve gotten really good feedback about basque cheesecake,” Marcus offers up, as you, him and Carmy discuss solidifying the dinner menu-revamp. 

“And I think both the tiramisu and the layer cake will give Marcus a good enough foundation. Customers will expect to see those things, but it gives him space to be creative if he wants to mix it up flavor-wise from chocolate to something else,” you explain, doing your best to pitch the ambitious plan you and Marcus have formulated over the last week.

Carmy takes a moment to think it over, looking over your proposed changes. 

“Okay, yeah,” he finally agrees, his tone commanding. “But Marcus, I want to approve any flavor changes – just at first – make sure the creative parts don’t fuck up your work flow. We can’t afford to get behind.”

“Yes, chef.”

“Chef, what do you need from me right now?” you ask Marcus, as you eye the clock. It’s almost time to start prepping.

“Nothin’ uh. I’m alright. I’ll let ya know if I need anything,” Marcus replies, politely bowing out of your conversation with Carmy. 

You can hear, Richie comin’ in, yelling at Fak about something he swears he didn’t fix right the first time. And there’s Tina’s voice, speaking to Louis in Spanish because he’s gotten into trouble again and the only way she can keep an eye on him is if he comes to work with her. 

“Good work, chefs,” Carmy states, as if it’s just a fact. You’re amazed that he can shut it off – be all business when hours ago, you had his dick in your mouth. 

“Thanks,” you reply, mustering up as much professional courtesy you can give him. “Hey, Carm?”

“Yeah?”

“What if I did family today?” you propose. These people have weaseled their way into your heart and it just feels right to show them before you leave. 

“Uh…” he trails off, searching for Syd. “Let me… Syd!”

“What?” she snaps back from another part of the kitchen. She appears, poking her head out from behind a corner. 

“You cool if uh…” he gestures towards you. “...she does family today?” 

Sydney exchanges a quizzical look with Carmy, wondering what this means. She makes a mental note to ask Carmy later. 

“Yeah,” she answers with a nod of approval. “I think everyone would really like that.”

read: part six

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[badasmuse]

“Shipoopi”

Bada Lee x Reader

Warnings: language, lowercase intended, pretty cute tbh

Summary: after countless failed dates, bada finds herself with a good one. she’s never been so shocked-

Based off the song “Shipoopi” from The Music Man

“bada where are you going all dressed up?” lusher says after i ran down the stairs.

“on a date. i gotta go or else i’ll be late.” i said slipping on my shoes and grabbing my keys. “don’t wait up love you lush!” i ran to my car and pull off without a thought.

my palms are sweaty and i have no clue why. this isn’t my first time. in fact, i’ve been on approximately seven dates in the past two months. they never last. most of them just want a quick fuck which is something i’m preparing myself for.

i pull up to the restaurant and get out paying for valet because i am in fact too lazy to park my own car. anyways, i turn my head at the sound of my name.

“bada right? i’m y/n.” she smiles at me. shes fucking gorgeous.

“h-hi.” i stutter then facepalm because no way i just stuttered in front of the beautiful woman.

she giggles and hooks her arm in mine. “let’s go.” she guides me into the restaurant and to the table after giving my name to the hostess.

we talked a lot to each other and i swear i’m in love. she hasn’t touched her phone once, she’s been staring me in the eyes the whole time i spoke. man i hope this doesn’t take a turn for the worst.

after it was over, i walked her to her car. “so what next? am i going back to your place or would you like to come to mine?”

y/n laughs, “bada, sweetheart, i don’t know what kind of girls you’ve fucked with before but i don’t put out on the first date. but let’s go on another date soon. i enjoyed this.”

i blinked a few times. surprise and relief filling me. “y-yeah of course.. i’ll text you.” here i go stuttering again.

she waves bye and pulls off. i like her.

the second date was just as good, if not better, than the first one. i’ve never been on more than one date with the same person. we went to an arcade and got ice cream. it was the sweetest date i’ve ever been on. no pun intended.

afterwards we go to her car and she smiles at me, “hope you don’t mind me asking for a third date.” she says, giggling. “i’m having a lot of fun with you.”

i nod, “i am too. i’d love a third date. i’ll call you. bye y/n.”

she waves and pulls off.

three, four, seven dates pass and we still haven’t done a thing besides hold hands and hug. i’m not complaining, it’s very refreshing.

“and like she hasn’t even kissed me yet. i haven’t kissed her either, not even on the cheek. it’s not like she’s hard to get but she is and i’m not complaining but i’ve never done this and i’m so glad i found her. it feels good.” i rant laying my head on lusher’s lap.

“oh shit, she’s your shipoopi!” she says.

i sit up fast, “bitch my what??”

“shipoopi! the girl that’s hard to get but you get her, and you basically have her. you’re glad you found her. she’s your shipoopi! you should ask her out. she’ll probably say yes!”

i sigh and look at my watch, “oh shit i’m meeting her in fifteen minutes. gotta go bye lush!” i grab my keys, slide on my shoes, and drive to the cafe down the road.

she’s your shipoopi! you should ask her out.

lusher’s words replay in my head. maybe i’ll ask her out…

she walks in, looking gorgeous as ever. “my bada!” she says sitting across from me.

my heart flutters when she calls me her bada. “hi y/n.”

“what’s wrong? your vibe is off.” she cocks her head to the side.

i open my mouth then close it. should i ask?

“bada, talk to-“

“will you be my girlfriend?” i blurt out, cutting her off, then covering my mouth.

“i am so sorry. oh my gosh i did not mean to cut you off. it’s the nerves. my hands are so sweaty right now. oh you did not need to know that.” i sigh and look down at my shoes.

i hear her giggle which causes me to look up. “yes bada i’ll be your girlfriend.” she says.

“really?”

“yes really.” she stands up and leans over kissing me on my lips. “i hope that was okay.” she says after she pulls back.

my mind blanks. i just stare at her. my heart is beating fast and i’m frozen.

“uh oh i broke her.” y/n giggles yet again before she lays her hands in my face gently. “get out your mind sweetheart.”

“s-sorry.” i stutter. man can i not? “um… wanna go see a movie?”

she nods, “yes, but, let’s watch at your place.”

“really?”

“we’ve been on enough dates. i trust you now. come on.” she walks with me to my car. “my brother dropped me off, you don’t mind me being your passenger princess do you?”

“absolutely not. i didn’t think you’d say yes to me..” i say honestly after opening the door for her and sliding in the drivers seat.

“i may seem hard to get but honestly bada you had me after the second date. you could’ve asked then and i would’ve said yes.”

“really? i guess i should’ve then huh?” i pause and think, “my best friend, and roommate, said you’re my… shipoopi. i’m not sure what that really means. i mean she explained it but i’m lost.”

she laughs and covers her mouth. “you mind if i see your phone?”

i hand it to her unlocked and she scrolls for a minute before typing and a song starts to play.

i listen to the lyrics carefully and laugh, “OH this is what she meant.”

“she’s 100% correct.” she giggles holding my hand that’s on the middle console.

i guess she’s my shipoopi… i hate that word bro what the fuck.

[estellemusings]

HSR-Scenarios

Dan Heng x Reader

🌟 : he got jealous since march have been taking all your time

How many days has it been since March took all your time that you usually spend with him.

Maybe a week but for him it felt longer. If you’re not with March you spend it with Himeko, Welt and Pom-Pom. The only time you’re with him is when you’re sleeping next him.

Some foreign emotions keeps bubbling inside of him as others keep taking up your time. The feeling of resentment and bitterness slowly consumes him. Dan Heng knows he shouldn’t feel this way to the people he treated like family. But he couldn’t help it.

It’s the first time he ever feel emotions like this because of someone.

Dan Heng slowly open his eyes and his gaze lands on your peaceful sleeping face. It’s such a rare occasion that you weren’t awake by now. He pulled you closer and buried his head on your hair inhaling your unique scent. Unable to let go of your warmth, he decided to sleep for a few more hours

But it was cut short as March knocks on the door while calling out your name

“No” he whispered as his arms tighten around your waists.

He doesn’t want to let you go, he only wants to stay like this with you.

“What’s that noise?” You rubbed your eyes and looked up at him.

Dan Heng didn’t answer, selfish as it sounds. He wanted to say it’s nothing cause if he told you the truth you’ll be taken away from him.

Still he couldn’t lie to you so in the end he told you the truth.

“March was looking for you” he said as a sigh left his lips

You pulled away from him as you look at the time. Realizing it’s past ten minutes of the time you both agreed. You quickly left out of bed leaving Dan Heng alone as he watches you get ready.

“I’ll meet you later tonight” you leaned down and kiss his lips before leaving his room.

He started to feel that way again, and he hated it.

Dan Heng tried to keep himself busy to brush those feelings aside, he tried and failed cause whatever he do his thoughts leads back to you. Unable to take it anymore, he went to March room to talk to you.

“What brought you here” March answered the door as she blocks his way.

He look over her shoulder and found you. Looking startled as you hide something behind your back.

“We’re working on something, if it’s not important. You can asks later” March said

He couldn’t argue with him anymore as the scene earlier replayed in his head. You were hiding something from him. It wasn’t supposed to be big of a deal but it he feel bummed that you trust march more than him.

The door in front of him closes and all he could is watch. He stood for a moment before going back to his room.

“Did he saw it” March asks while looking back at you.

You didn’t answer and stare at her in a daze. Cause you knew he didn’t explicitly saw it but he caught you hiding it behind you’re back. Nonetheless that wasn’t what bothered you, it was the fact his expression darken as he caught you.

A sigh left your lips, it’s better to finish this today so you could explain everything to him.

Standing in front of his room, you grasps tightly on the book on your side. It’s the thing you’ve been working with March this whole time.

Hoping he’ll like what you prepared for him.

The moment you enter someone grabs you wrists and enveloped you in a hug. You lose your grip on the thing you’re holding as it fell into the ground. Suddenly you feel his lips against yours.

Dan Heng pulled away and buried his face on the crook of your neck.

“I didn’t mean to disturb you, it’s just that” he look up and met your gaze. “I got jealous” he confessed.

You giggle, it’s the first time you ever seen him like this.

“So the reason you went to there earlier Is to take me away” you asks

“Kinda” A reddish tint covered his cheeks.”Then I saw you hide something from me”

You step back away from him to get the book that fell into the ground,

“You mean this, I hide it cause it’s my surprise gift for you. This what I’ve been working with March.” You reaches out and gave the book to him

Dan Heng opened it and it’s filled with the picture of the both of you. Some photos have Himeko, March, Welt and Pom-Pom. They also have short messages for him. But most messages are from you.

Almost every photo have a short message from you,

The Person I Fell in Love with

Hehe! You should smile more :)

My love for you is like the starts their endless

I love you and only you. Thank you for making me happy

You asked him if he liked it but instead of answering Dan Heng pulled you into a hug and kiss your lips. With his loss for words you already have his answer.

✨ : thank you for reading my fics and also asks is open if anyone wants to request. I'll try my best to write it

© telle's musings

5-04-23

[danvy121994]

promised pt 2

authors note: hello! sorry for being so inactive but I have lots of exams wright now and I managed to this chapter just yesterday. Hope you enjoy! <3

also I’m new to the world of fan fiction writhing so if anyone can tell me how to respond in the comments it would be amazing! also thanks everyone for the support!

anthony bridgerton x reader

synopsis: after the ceremony, you realise that you won’t be as sad as you thought you would be with the bridgerton

He couldn’t believe that in a week he would be wed to a woman he had never met, in fact he believed that if it wasn’t for that foolish pact that her mother had with her silly little friend, he would have wed sometime in his thirties, not out of love of course, he would have simply chosen the diamond of the season and marry her, it wouldn’t have been that hard since he’s a viscount, but of course his mother wasn’t really fond of his future projects even if over the course of the years his mother actually regretted the decision of marrying him of , or at least that’s what she said; but that now didn’t matter because he was in the only place in which he felt comfortable in past few weeks before the marriage, in his favorites mistress arms, on her bed, after a long night full of desire and longing, but even that couldn’t stop he’s thought on the matter, since he found out about the agreement he’s been asking around about the girl he was going to marry, her mother didn’t knew much she just told him that she was a very beautiful girl and that she was very polite and studious, but that was all she knew, and asking other gentlemen’s led him to nothing, for all he knew she lived on the country side, kind of isolated and has never interacted much with the ton, she appeared for the first time in London during her first season, in wich she got courted from a couple of gentlemen that were quickly sent away, but that was everything he knew, it wasn’t nothing of course, but still, he was marring a complete stranger.

“Come on brother! The worst that could happen its her looking like an ogre!”

needles to say that after sais comment, Colin Bridgerton got rightfully hit in the head by a flying fan, lady Danbury looked at the boy and with an offended tone replayed “ I’ve meet lady Y/S/N personally, and let me tall you, she’s a fantastic woman, she will integrate well with the family!”. Obviously out of all the people that he asked to he didn’t ask lady Danbury, of course! As soon has he got the courage of asking lady Dembury more about you, the priest informed him that the ceremony was starting and not long after the doors of the church opened, The Woman was walking arm in arm with who he supposed was her father, he was an interesting man, not handsome but not ugly, he also managed to have a look at her mother and for her age she wasn’t that displeasing, in fact she looked quite younger than his mother, maybe she was, considering that he didn’t know much about his spouse’s family either, he could only guess. As soon as she reached the altar both her and her father bowed, and since he is a gentleman he did the same, the Woman then stepped up the steps of the rostrum and positioned herself before him; she still had her veil covering her face but he could kind of see her face; and then she took it of. Anthony was pleased of the fact that at least he didn’t have to procreate and look at a hideous face for the rest of his life, in fact she was kind of pleasing to the eye, maybe even beautiful.

After the end of the ceremony he didn’t speak a single word to her, did he think she was ugly? If that was the case then maybe she was more free than she thought, she wouldn’t have to go through the whole horrible experience of having to bed with the Viscount and maybe he would only speak to her when necessary, maybe it was a good thing, she was thinking to herself whilst her mother and Lady Violet Bridgerton were speaking to one another, but that didn’t last long before she was whisked away from a pair of strong arm, when she turned, she saw a girl, a couple of years younger tha her and she was wearing the Bridgerton signature color, light blue, and beside her another girl, much shorter and with a bright yellow dress, that was quite inadequate to the occasion, after a litte bit of explaining you found out about their names, the girl in blu was named Eloise, the one in yellow Penelope Fethetington; the three of you started talking, and for once during the whole day you felt that you were in the wright place with the wright people, “ and I love her ok, but just because she was the diamond last season, now people have high expectations on me and I don’t wanna let them down” Eloise as been talking about this for about an hour, and you felt bad for her, you haven’t known her for long but could already tell how much her family didn’t understand her, from their eyes she was just a troubled girl who was looking for attention, and it couldn’t have been farther from the truth, as both you and Penelope were trying to help her speak of her emotions ,someone , who you recognised as one of the Bridgerton brothers since he was standing with the Viscount at the altar, came in the room in wich you girls were hiding, “ what are you girls doing?” Said the Bridgerton, “ our new Viscountess has to have a ball with Anthony to open the dances” he said looking at you “Of course, my apologies” you said and after bowing, you got whisked by said brother to dance in the arms of your husband.

(another) author note: Hi! I hope you are enjoying my story<3 I don’t know when I’m going to post the continue of this story, but as soon as I can i’ll start writhing again! also I was wondering if anyone would be interested in a mike schimit x reader fan fiction, maybe a one shot, let me know in the comments!

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[kiwiokok]

𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙒𝘼𝙔 𝙊𝙁 𝙒𝘼𝙏𝙀𝙍

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Pairing: Ao'nung x omaticayan! fem!reader

Summary: Fly

Warnings: None

Credits: For the whole plot idea I have for this fanfic I have to credit and thank @lorre-verie <3

The marui was bustling with its usual morning activity, the scent of cooked food still lingering in the air. Kiri was cleaning up the remains of breakfast, her movements efficient but distracted as she hummed quietly to herself. Tuk sat nearby, giggling as she strung beads together, completely absorbed in her little world.

Jake's gaze lingered on Lorre, watching the way her fingers trembled slightly as she pushed her plate away. She still looked pale — far too pale — from yesterday's headache. There was something fragile in the way she sat there, shoulders hunched just a little too tightly, trying to look stronger than she felt.

His brow furrowed, replaying her words in his mind, about wanting to feed the Ikrans. It wasn’t the worst idea, but the timing — it was all wrong. She wasn’t herself yet—he could see it in the way she rubbed absently at her temples as if fighting the dull throb that was still there.

He swallowed hard, glancing at her again, this time more closely. Her eyes, though determined, were shadowed with exhaustion she couldn’t hide. He wondered if she even noticed how drained she looked, or if she was simply too stubborn to care.

- Feed the Ikrans? he repeated slowly, voice heavy with hesitation, the words tasting bitter as he weighed them carefully. His eyes searched hers, silently begging for her to acknowledge her health first.

He felt the unease knot tighter in his gut, torn between letting her do what she wanted and pulling her back, keeping her safe—even if it meant being the bad guy.

- Yes, I’ve been thinking about it for a while. To feed Paz, maybe even fly her for a bit. It’s been some time since we last did that. Lorre tried to sound casual, but the look on Jake’s face told her he wasn’t fully convinced. He ran a hand through his hair, clearly debating with himself before nodding.

- Alright. But Neteyam’s going with you. His tone left no room for argument, the protective edge clear in his voice.

Neteyam, who had been standing off to the side, stepped forward, nodding. - Yes, sir. I’ll keep an eye on her.

Lorre cringed internally at the formality. Neteyam always played by the rules, but hearing him address their father like that just made her feel… watched. Like she couldn’t even do something as simple as flying without someone there to monitor her.

- I don’t need a babysitter, you know. Her voice was quiet, almost defeated, but she didn’t meet Jake’s eyes.

Jake, always perceptive, softened slightly, but his decision was final. - Just until you’re feeling better.

Lorre sighed but didn’t argue. She knew there was no point. She wasn’t about to win this one.

Once they left their Marui, Lorre and Neteyam walked side by side along the winding path toward the forest, where the Ikrans nestled.

The ikran were kept in a small forest grove just behind the village of Awa'atlu, where the dense canopy of trees provided a natural shelter from the harsh coastal winds. Large, twisting roots created natural perches for the ikran to rest upon, their vibrant scales standing out against the earthy tones of the forest.

Though far from their usual mountainous home, the ikran had adapted to their new surroundings. They feasted on reef fish—glider fin and feathertail fish—which were plentiful in the area. The Na'vi didn’t eat these fish themselves, finding the taste of feathertail fish particularly foul, but the ikran had developed a liking for them.

The Breeze carried the scent of damp earth and lush foliage, but Lorre’s mind was distracted, her gaze flicking across faces of those they passed. She wasn't really sure who she was looking for — maybe Ro’uk, though she brushed the thought away. Their plan they were talking about yesterday — to fly with the Ikrans felt distant.

- Looking for someone? Neteyam asked, a knowing smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

Lorre waved it off, shrugging lightly. - No one special.

He hummed, clearly unconvinced but not pushing the matter. As they rounded the bend, where the Ikrans rested, the sight that greeted them made both of them stop in their tracks.

Tsireya stood beside Paz, her fingers trailing gently over Lorre’s Ikran. Lo’ak, arms crossed and looking more amused than he had any right to, watched her like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Lorre narrowed her eyes, confusion and a flicker of protectiveness stirring in her chest. - What… exactly are they doing? she muttered, glancing sideways at Neteyam, who seemed equally bewildered.

- Lo’ak.. Neteyam sighed, shaking his head. - He thinks rules don’t apply to him.

Lo’ak’s sharp ears picked up on the remark, and he turned with a lazy grin, all mischief and zero regret, but Lorre caught the way he gulped when he noticed the look on her face. - What? It’s not like Paz is dangerous. Besides, he nodded toward Tsireya, - she’s got a way with them.

Lorre stepped forward, hands on her hips, voice firm but more bemused than angry. - She’s my Ikran

At the sound of her voice, Tsireya startled, her hand pulling back as if Paz had suddenly burned her. - Oh! I’m so sorry! she exclaimed, eyes wide with apology. - I just—she’s so beautiful. I didn’t mean to overstep. Her voice was soft, and the nervousness in her wide eyes made Lorre’s annoyence fade.

Lo’ak raised his hands in mock surrender, a wide grin still plastered on his face. - Relax, Lorre. No harm done. I figured you wouldn’t mind.

- Mind? Lorre gave him a flat look, though there was no real malice in it. - Next time, ask before you let other Na’vi pet my Ikran.

Neteyam, standing slightly behind her, chuckled under his breath. - He’s lucky Paz didn’t bite his head off.

- Ikrans don’t just bite Na’vi, Neteyam. Lorre muttered. - But if they did, Lo’ak would be the first to find out.

Tsireya’s tentative smile returned, though there was still an edge of nervousness to it. - She really is stunning, Lorre. I’ve never seen an Ikran like her.

Lorre softened at the compliment, her stance relaxing. - Thanks. She’s special to me.

Lo’ak, sensing an opportunity, swooped in with a wide grin. - You and Paz—both serious and protective. It’s adorable.

Lorre shot him a look. - Adorable? You’ve been spending too much time around Tsireya.

Neteyam snorted at that, but Lo’ak was undeterred. - Nah, it’s true. Always on edge, always guarding something. Maybe Aonung’s rubbing off on you.

Lorre blinked, caught off guard by the sudden mention of Aonung. - What does he have to do with anything

Lo’ak leaned in slightly, his grin widening like a cat about to pounce. - Come on, Lorre. You haven’t noticed? Aonung’s always lurking around whenever you’re nearby. I think he’s got a thing for you.

- Lo’ak! Lorre’s eyes widened, heat rising in her cheeks, though she quickly shot him a glare. - You’re imagining things. He doesn’t care about that, yet.

- Doesn’t he? Lo’ak tilted his head innocently. - Seems to me he finds every excuse to be where you are.

- Lo’ak’s right. Neteyam chimed in, trying and failing to suppress a grin. - I mean, Aonung’s been trailing you for days. You can’t be that oblivious.

Lorre shook her head, her cheeks still warm as she tried to compose herself. - You two are impossible. she muttered under her breath, but her tone lacked its usual bite.

Tsireya, having found her footing again, smiled gently. - He is usually around when you are, Lorre. I didn't even have to ask him to teach the sign language.

- Not you too, Tsireya Lorre groaned, rubbing her temples as if trying to ward off a headache she no longer had.

Lo’ak’s grin was downright wicked now. - You know what? Why don’t we go get him? I’m sure he’d love to join us for a little flight.

Lorre shot him a sharp look. - No. Absolutely not.

- Oh, come on! Lo’ak said, already moving toward the path with Tsireya trailing behind him, giggling. - It’ll be fun. And if Aonung comes along, maybe you’ll show off a little.

Lorre crossed her arms, trying to maintain her composure, but there was no denying the flustered look in her eyes. Though she didn't really believe he liked her that way. - I’m not showing off for anyone, least of all him.

Lo’ak called over his shoulder, already halfway down the path. - Sure, sure. Whatever you say.

- Don’t worry, we’ll bring him right to you! Tsireya added with a playful laugh, before the two of them disappeared around the trees, leaving Lorre and Neteyam standing by Paz.

Lorre let out a long sigh, turning to Neteyam. - Why do I put up with them?

Neteyam laughed, resting a hand on her shoulder. - Because deep down, you actually like it.

Lorre shot him a look of disbelief, but couldn’t quite hold back a smile. - Don’t you start.

Neteyam shrugged, still grinning as he mounted his own Ikran. - It’s not starting anything if it’s already true.

As they stood by the Ikrans, ,Lo’ak’s voice echoed back through the trees, followed by the sound of footsteps. Lorre didn’t have time to react before she saw him—Aonung, striding up to them with that self-assured walk she’d seen too many times before. Lo’ak and Tsireya trailed behind, looking far too pleased with themselves.

Aonung raised an eyebrow as he approached, his sharp gaze locking onto Lorre almost immediately. - Flying without me?

Lorre crossed her arms, trying to look unaffected. - I wasn’t planning on an audience.

- Too bad. Aonung said with an easy grin. - Because I’m here now.

Lo’ak laughed, clapping Aonung on the back. -I told you she was going to show off!

Lorre shot him a glare. - I’m not showing off for anyone. Especially not for—

- For me? Aonung cut in, his grin widening. - Good to know.

Lorre felt her heart rate pick up but quickly turned away, grabbing onto Paz’s saddle and climbing up without another word. - Let’s just fly. You coming or not?

Just as she began to settle into the rhythm, she heard the familiar sound of someone climbing up behind her. She glanced back, her breath catching for a moment as she spotted Aonung, already settled on Paz’s saddle, right behind her.

- You didn’t ask she said flatly

Aonung grinned, leaning in slightly so she could hear him over the loud noises the Ikran was making, - You didn’t exactly stop me.

Lorre rolled her eyes, but a small smile tugged at her lips. - Fine, just don’t mess it up.

- Are we going or not? Neteyam called out once the Ikran started to get louder, eager to fly already

The moment Lorre nudged Paz to fly, the world shifted beneath them. With a powerful thrust of her wings, Paz soared into the sky, and the ground below faded away in a rush. The wind whipped through Lorre’s hair, exhilarating and freeing, a wave of adrenaline surging as they climbed higher.

As they flew together, the vastness of the sky enveloped them, and Lorre felt an unexpected warmth radiating from Aonung behind her. The rhythm of Paz’s wings felt alive beneath her, the pulse of the wind wrapping around them like a gentle embrace. Lorre couldn’t help but steal glances back at Aonung, whose carefree laughter matched the joyful swoops and dives of the Ikran.

Lorre turned her head to where Aonung was laughing, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he watched his sister, Tsireya, soaring through the sky with Lo’ak. Tsireya’s face radiated pure joy, although the rush of air swallowed her shouts, Lorre could see the thrill lighting up her features.

Below them, the lush green forest spread out like a vast tapestry, its vibrant leaves shimmering in the sunlight, a reminder of the home she missed so deeply. Each glance at the landscape tugged at her heart, a bittersweet blend of nostalgia and longing.

As Neteyam swooped around them, his Ikran spun gracefully in the air, letting out a spirited war cry that echoed in the wind. Lorre felt the exhilaration wash over her, the wind tousling her hair and the cool air brushing against her skin.

With Aonung beside her, happiness bubbled within her. She had never felt so alive, she was so used to the contact flying, and now from a long pause of not flying, the thrill of it made a temporary escape from the weight of her worries. In this moment, everything felt right.

But as they glided higher, a familiar ache crept into her heart, reminding her of the shadows that trailed her. She missed the forest—the sacred whispers of Eywa, the gentle rustle of leaves, and the warmth of the trees that had sheltered her since childhood.

Here in the sky, surrounded by laughter and light, she felt a pang of loneliness wash over her, contrasting sharply with the joy around her. It was as if she were living in two worlds, one filled with happiness and the other weighed down by unspoken fears and doubts

In a moment of bliss, Lorre leaned against Aonung’s chest, seeking comfort in his solid presence. She didn’t even realize she had done it until she caught him making a playful face at her, his brows raised in mock surprise.

Flushing, she quickly apologized, her voice barely rising above the rush of wind. - Sorry, I didn’t mean to lean on you.

Aonung shrugged, a sly smile tugging at his lips. - It’s okay. I don’t mind he replied, his voice teasing yet warm. Relieved, she nestled back against him, savoring the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her. The simple comfort of his presence felt grounding.

She cherished this moment, this sense of belonging, even as the shadows of her heart threatened to break through. Here, high above the world, she felt both the exhilaration of freedom and the weight of her unspoken fears.

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When they landed, night had already fallen, and the stars dotted the sky like scattered jewels.

Glancing around, Lorre spotted Kiri emerging from the water, her Ilu vanishing beneath the surface. She waved her over. - Kiri, over here!

Kiri smiled and came over quickly. - How was the flight?

Before Lorre could respond, Tsireya spoke up, her voice sounding silent as she got off the Ikran with Lo’ak’s help. - I was thinking… maybe we could visit the soul tree tomorrow.

- Really? Kiri asked, her expression brightening slightly. - I’ve missed that. It’s been too long since I connected with Eywa.

- That sounds nice. Lorre added, a calm smile crossing her face. - It’ll be good to go together.

Lo’ak wandered over after settling his Ikran. - I’m in! he said with a tired smile, placing his hands on Tsireya’s shoulders

Neteyam walked over beside them a moment later, watching the group before nodding, already starting to head out to their family’s Marui.

- Goodnight, Paz. she whispered softly. The Ikran nuzzled her briefly when Lorre disconnected from Paz, and the Ikran gave a sharp screech, flapping her wings before flying back to join the others. Neteyam’s and Lo’ak’s Ikrans followed her, their powerful wings stirring the air before they disappeared into the darkness.

As they began walking back to the village, Lorre felt Aonung’s presence beside her. He stayed quiet, but she could feel his gaze on her as they walked. The warmth of his arm brushed against hers, a subtle closeness that she didn’t pull away from.

[obsidiancreates]

Why Bounce Around To The Same Damn Song (Part 2)

(Part 1) (Henry's parenting gets exposed/Real Psychic Shawn/Protective Lassie Jules and Gus) (1/3)

“Uh-oh.” Shawn looks behind them as Gus pushes The Blueberry as fast as it can go within the legal parameters dictated on the highway signs. “Dude, my dad is following us.”

“So? The sun is shining and the ocean is wet.”

“Yeah, but I can see him scowling from here.”

“Again, the ocean is wet, Shawn.”

“Just, step on it, alright? We haven’t really talked much since the whole… talking with you guys thing. I think Lassie and Jules kinda let loose on him.”

“Really?”

“I had a vision of Jules telling Lassie that she wouldn’t shoot a friend’s father. I don’t think either of us really believed her.”

“Dang. … I mean, I can’t lie, I’ve wanted to give him a piece or two of my mind since then.”

“Yes, I’m very aware. And so is your great-great-great-great grandma, who keeps telling me to tell you to go for it. I kinda wish I’d never unblocked myself from ghosts.”

“It helped you solve our last case in record time.”

“No, that one was faked. Right now I can only see and hear spirits who’re either close to me or close to you.”

“Why close to me?”

“We have a cosmic connection Gus, our souls are literally tied together. If I ever die you’re following me within a week.”

“What?! I will not have my lifeforce tied to yours Shawn, you practically beg the universe to kill you every day!”

“But it won’t.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do. I’m the universe’s most favorite and specialist boy.”

“You, are a grown-ass man.”

“Not to the infinite cosmos, Gus. To it, we’re all little babies, little jelly-like babies.”

“I hate not being able to tell what’s your nonsense and what’s actual supernatural knowledge you possess.”

“But it’s so much fun for me that you can’t! Oh, hang on, vision incoming.” Shawn puts his hand to his head. “You’re stopping for jerk chicken on the way home.”

“You know that’s right.”

“... With Lassie and Jules joining us.” Shawn frowns, and closes his eyes. They move rapidly under his eyelids, replaying and re-examining the vision. “And they’ve got bloody knuckles.”

“What?! What are we walking into?!”

“I-I don’t know! I can’t- it’s just a glimpse. It could just be from a case or something they just got back from.”

“But?”

“What do you mean but?”

“But, that’s your ‘I’m not convinced by my own theory’ face.”

“... The blood looks pretty fresh.”

“Shawn, if we walk into the station and it’s being held up or a criminal gets loose, I will kill you.”

“One week after me, Gus, max.”

“Tsk!”

They park, both keeping low as they tumble out of The Blueberry, just in case- until Henry stalks up behind them.

“What the hell are you two doing?”

“Crrrap.” Shawn stands up straighter and turns, plastering on an innocent smile. “Dad! Here to ah, report some of those seagulls that keep stealing your fries off the porch? Sorry to inform you but, I’m not sure Lassie arrests animals other than squirrels.”

“I’m here about that.” Henry points at Shawn, so close he’s practically pressing Shawn’s nose. “And all the other crap you’ve been pulling lately.”

Shawn’s eyes cross for a second as they take in the point. “You’ll have to be way more specific, Pops.”

“This is getting obsessive, Shawn.” Henry pulls back. “I don’t understand why you feel the need to stalk me-”

“Stalk you?”

“-or anyone else just to prove how good you are-”

“Whoa whoa, Shawn is not stalking anyone.” Gus steps forward, closer to Shawn’s side. “Especially not you.”

“Then how is he coming up with this stuff?” Henry crosses his arms. “And on your last case, you didn’t come by to see me once.”

“Because we didn’t need to,” Shawn says. “Dad, come on, I know I come to you a lot but Gus and I solve cases without your help all the time.”

“Shawn I pride myself on being able to figure out patterns in people’s behaviors.”

“Now that is a real shocker, I had absolutely no idea.”

“And the patterns you follow are the easiest ones. You get a case, you get stuck, you come to me, you solve it.”

“Not every time,” Gus defends again. “Besides, shouldn’t you be happy? We’re bothering you less and solving more cases.”

“Yeah, and I want to know how.” Henry tilts his head up, trying to look at Shawn from above like when Shawn was a child. “Because I’m starting to worry that I need to step in before you do something truly unforgivable in the name of winning.”

Shawn scoffs and looks away, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets. “Look, Dad, I’m sorry if we made you feel left out, or-or snubbed, but I’m not stalking anyone. I’ve been honing some new skills, that’s all.”

“New skills.”

“Why do your questions never sound like questions?”

“Because it’s not a question, Shawn. What skills?”

“Awesome ones.” Shawn finally looks back to meet his father’s eyes. “So awesome that your face can’t even handle them.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“Great! You don’t ask questions and I don’t give answers, we’ve got a solid dynamic here. Let’s move on before it gets stale.” Shawn turns and jogs into the station. Gus lingers a moment, looking over Henry- really looking him over, seeing him through Shawn’s perspective properly for the first time ever.

Neither of them are surprised when Henry follows them into the station.

“Dad, seriously, I’m about to land us a case,” Shawn whisper-hisses as they walk into the bullpen.

“There’s nothing on the police radio about any new cases,” Henry argues.

“I’m not using the radio.”

“So how are you so sure you’re getting a case?”

“Trusting my gut.”

“Shawn, Shawn!” Henry grabs his son by the arm and yanks, making Shawn turn to face him. “I’m being serious, kid. Whatever methods you’re using now are effective, sure, but-”

“But what, Dad, I- you don’t even know what I’m doing!” Shawn feels eyes on the three of them. Great. He lowers his voice. “I promise it’s nothing illegal.” He pauses, and tilts his head. Technically his visions could be considered an invasion of privacy, right? Does being in a room metaphysically count as trespassing? And he did use one flashback vision to get the code to a safe while Gus was busy with something else, so… “More illegal.”

“So what is it?”

Shawn looks into Henry’s eyes… and blinks. Sudden understanding washes over him, the slight irritation giving way to deeper bitterness- and hurt, but on Shawn it just makes him look… normal. Toned-down, withdrawn, normal. “This isn’t about worrying about what I’m doing. It’s just driving you nuts that you can’t figure it out.”

“Yeah, which you were hoping for anyway, with all the flaunting. Congratulations kid, you found a new way to get on my nerves. Now tell me what you’re up to. You don’t have enough money to pay people off for information, you’re barely passable in sneaking or laying low, and you’re not really psy-”

“Shawn, Gus.” Jules walks over, eyes cold as they linger on Henry. “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, Jules, it’s fine.” Shawn flashes her a small smile. “Pop-pop here was just begging for me to give him some of my blood for a new hair regrowth regiment. He’ll need to scrub his head with my plasma, everyday, with a follow up pineapple head mask. I was just turning him down.”

“Well, good. We need you both on the case that just came in.” Jules passes Shawn a file, now fully ignoring Henry. “A twenty-five year old but very experienced water sports champion was just found stabbed to death in the back of an abandoned community center construction site.”

Shawn flips through the file, focusing on the pictures. “Abandoned community center?”

“Project ran out of funding, and no-one bought the land after because they found out it was completely ruined with lead deposits.”

“But this report says that a new survey just cleared the land of all health risk concerns.” Gus pulls out the report in question to read it more closely. “The old one was just wrong? What?”

Shawn nods. “Things are definitely fishy, and not just because I can smell my dad from here. And uh…” Shawn’s next thought is interrupted as he hones in on the stab wound in the base of the victim’s neck, and his hand goes to his head. “I am sensing that the wound in the neck was made by a different weapon than the wounds in the chest.”

“Yeah, the neck was done with something circular, like a um, knitting needle-”

“Or pen?”

“Yeah.”

Images flash through Shawn’s mind- too quick to be helpful. He sees a struggle, he sees a blow to the throat with a fist, then with a pen- 

He narrows his eyes, playing it over again. When the attacker punches her throat, he reels back when she starts asphyxiating. His hands are shaking when he stabs the pen in.

“He was trying to save her,” he mumbles. “Jules, I think this was an accide-”

“Alright, that’s enough.” Henry snatches the file out of Shawn’s hands. “You don’t have nearly enough information to just call this an accident.”

“He had a vision, clearly.” Jule’s voice is stone-cold. “Carlton! Shawn has something for us!”

Lassiter walks up, his frown deepening. “You’re working with your dad on this?”

“No! No, he just- he followed us in here.”

“Because he’s a control freak,” Gus adds. Shawn looks at him with surprise, and Gus looks a little surprised himself at the sudden boldness. 

Lassiter just tenses his mouth and then nods to Shawn.

“I had a vision.” Shawn puts his other hand up to his head now. “The attacker is angry, but not enough to kill. No, no, I see panic! He’s using an old trick, a pen in the throat to help someone breathe, he’s trying to save her!” 

“Oh, no.” Shawn spares one glance at Henry, and sees horror. “No.”

“Dad, seriously, I’ll tell you later,” Shawn whispers, nudging Henry away a little. “I think we should start with suspects who cared about he- HEY!”

Henry drags Shawn away into a quiet corner, and Shawn notices out of the corner of his eye that Lassie’s hand twitches towards his jacket for a second. It can’t look that aggressive to someone watching, can it?

“You, are not, psychic,” Henry says firmly as soon as they’re tucked away.

“I never said I was.”

“You don’t have to. That’s what that was just now, wasn’t it? You think you’re actually psychic.”

“Can we please do this later?” Shawn keeps his voice as low as possible. “In case you missed it, I’m kind of on a case right now.” The word ‘case’ is said so quietly that it’s silent, the only sound the shifting of saliva in Shawn’s mouth.

“You’re spouting bullcrap and putting the real detectives on a bad lead,” Henry whispers back.

“Dad, you have to trust me on this!”

“What makes you think you’ve earned enough trust for me to let this happen?! You are not actually psychic, Shawn!”

“What if I was? Huh? If I was and I could prove it, would you let me get back to my job?” He didn’t want to do this, he didn’t want to ever do this, he wanted to just play around and confuse his dad forever-

“Prove it.” Again with the not-questions.

“Prove it, yes. Here, like this- the other day I had a vision of you sitting and watching a show you and Mom used to love and you picked up your phone to text her but deleted it all instead. How about that, does that convince you?”

“Where were you hiding?”

“Nowhere! Dad, seriously, I’ll explain right after this if you just-”

“No! No, Shawn, no, because if this is getting to your head that badly then this needs to end.”

“Wh-” Henry is stalking away back to Gus and the detectives before Shawn can fully process what he means. “Dad!” He jogs to catch up. “Dad, wait-”

“Detectives, I have something to tell you both, out of extreme concern for Shawn’s mental wellbeing.”

Gus scoffs. Jules and Lassie don’t look convinced of Henry’s intentions either. It’s enough to throw him for a second, a second long enough for Shawn to catch up.

Henry looks at Gus, then Jules, then Lassie. “What’s going on here? First I get thrown out of the station, now I’m not taken seriously when I’m worried about my own son?”

“Look Spencer,” Lassies says, looking down at Henry, “To be frank, starting something off with you being concerned about your son’s mental wellbeing isn’t exactly a convincing start.”

Shawn’s eyes widen and he starts making a slicing motion across his neck.

Henry crosses his arms. “And why is that?”

“You’ve never exactly pulled your punches when publicly lambasting him.”

“And you’ve never defended him to me before.” Henry narrows his eyes. “And Guster’s never insulted me like he did earlier.” He turns to Shawn. “What the hell did you say?”

“Nothing,” Shawn says quickly. “Nobody’s saying anything and Gus and I are leaving, and I’ll explain everything to you some other time that’s not right now!”

“No! No, you are not running away from this, tell me what you told them to make them treat me this way.”

“He told us about his training,” Jules says even as Shawn tries to motion for silence again. “And as much as we appreciate the help he’s able to provide to the department because of it, it was… unethical at best.”

“Unethical.”

Shawn tries to pull Gus away. 

“Oh come on Spencer, even I know that you can’t do all of that to a child and expect them to have all their screws tightened in place.” Lassiter crosses his arms. “At least when I memorized the Miranda Rights at seven it was because I wanted to.”

“Oh, so he told you everything.” Henry eyes Shawn. “That I trained him to be a detective and he threw it all away to be a psychic.”

“He’s a psychic and a detective,” Jules says firmly.

“No, he’s not.”

“Dad-” 

“No, this has gone too far, Shawn. Detectives Shawn is not and never has been psychic, but he’s begun believing his own lie and I’m seriously concerned about his mental state.”

[storiesofsvu]

A Dangerous Game Ch 15

Emily Prentiss x reader Warnings: language, alcohol, and a whole lotta hurt. y'all saw this coming, i know you did, so don't hate me too hard. LOL. As always, would love to hear your responses, thoughts on whats going to happen next and theories!

Emily was pacing through her living room, her phone lay abandoned on the kitchen island, her eyes landing on it each time she turned back in that direction. She absolutely did not want to send this text, not that she even had a text drafted, she’d typed up and deleted at least thirteen options already, deciding that each one was worse than the last, that none were what she wanted to say. Because what she wanted was to continue the conversation briefly started last Friday, the one where she admitted her true thoughts and feelings, one that would end happily and instead she was stuck with this. Her gut was churning already at just the thought, knowing you were already pissed about being kicked off the case. She’d downed a glass of wine to try and calm herself, get her in the right mindset to complete the task at hand. Turning back to the counter she noticed Sergio pawing at her phone, the device dangerously close to being batted to the floor and she quickly scooped it up before he could do so. He seemed to be staring her down as she typed out a message, hitting send before she could fully process what she was doing.

‘Hey, about earlier… can you come over tonight? Even just for an hour?’

The phone dropped back down onto the island with a clatter, Sergio glancing between it and Emily before his paw shot out again, this time batting at Emily’s hand, his claw catching onto her forearm as he swiped back down and she let out a hiss.

“Serg! Ow!” She clutched at the scratch, he’d broken the skin, but at least it wasn’t too deep. He let out an annoyed meow, batting at her phone again and she sighed, “oh c’mon man, I’ve gotta do it.” In return he simply turned away from, curling up on the counter facing the door and she rolled her eyes, moving into the kitchen to wash the scratch, holding a paper towel to the tiny amount of blood. Her heart leapt into her throat when her phone buzzed on the island and she turned back to it.

‘Yeah, just give me like, thirty? Derek’s having problems hooking this shit up.’

Great. Just what she needed, more waiting in anticipation.

She refilled her wine glass, taking a deep breath as she slowly started to shut down her emotions, replaying a script in her head, doing her absolute best not to stray from her planned words.

*

It shouldn’t have been a surprise when there was a knock on her door exactly forty minutes later, you were always punctual. She gave herself a quick shake before pulling the door open,

“Hey.”

You smiled softly, stepping into the apartment and she returned the sentiment. When you moved toward her she didn’t shy away, rather shifting at the last minute so that your lips hit her cheek instead, her own barely brushing against your skin and she was able to take the briefest second to inhale your perfume before grounding herself back to earth.

You followed Emily down the entry hall, the box in your hand landing on the kitchen island when she rounded it, leaning against the opposite side. Your eyes fell to her forearm, the bright red mark a stark contrast to her skin and your eyes widened.

“Oh my god, are you okay?”

“Huh?” She glanced up to you and then down to her arm and huffed, “oh, yeah, just this asshole.” She nodded in the direction of Sergio who was still on the counter and you scoffed.

“Oh come on mister.” You scooped him up off the counter into your arms like a baby and he immediately started purring, licking your hand as you pet him. “Why you bein’ so mean? You gotta be nice to your mom, we like her a lot, remember?”

Emily nearly lost her gall watching the way you were cooing at Sergio, giving him a little kiss on the head as you scolded him for scratching her. She was witnessing exactly what she wanted, exactly what she was about to rip away from herself. Sergio let out a little shriek and jumped from your arms, his thump landing on the floor bringing her back to the moment and she shook out of it. You let out a small laugh eyes still on the cat and missed it completely before you opened the box you’d brought with you.

“Mini donut?” You asked, pulling one from it and Emily shook her head.

“Uh, no.”

You could sense a shift in the room, as if a window had blown open and a gust of winter air wrapped around you, your head tilted as you surveyed Emily for a moment.

“Hey… everything alright?”

“I… just wanted to talk.”

“Okay.” You shrugged, leaning against the island while you picked at the donut.

“You were really out of line today.” She started and your rolled your eyes.

“Em, c’mon, spare me the lecture. You already tore a strip off me in the office, you don’t need to do it again, even if it was just for show ‘cause Rossi and the director were there.” Your attention was on the donut, breaking off a piece of it to pop into your mouth.

“It wasn’t.” There was a coolness in her voice you weren’t used to hearing directed towards you, especially not in private and your eyes flicked up to her, your brow furrowed.

“Okay. I get it, I fucked up. I made a mistake, I owned up and I apologized for it, now we move on.”

“You do realize you could’ve compromised the entire case, right? We need to play by the rules if we want unsubs to actually be penalized for their crimes.”

“Pretty sure I remember how the law works, thanks though.” You couldn’t help the annoyance, it was slowly building through your veins, coursing through your body since you’d left the BAU that afternoon, it was still sitting right under the surface waiting to break through.

“What if a case had come in? What if we had needed to be wheels up and you were off galivanting on a different case that I hadn’t approved?”

“Ugh, Emily!” You groaned, “did you seriously make me drive all the way out here to continue to berate me about work? Couldn’t this have waited until tomorrow or been a fucking email? You don’t need to scold me like some school child.”

“Maybe if you weren’t acting like a child.” She shot back and you pushed off the island, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Excuse me?”

“The shit you pulled today made me realize just how immature you are. You expected to walk away from this completely unscathed based on personal relationships alone.”

“Okay, I get it.” You huffed, “you’re mad about earlier, how the line was blurred between work and play”—

“It wasn’t just blurred it was completely fucking gone!” Her voice rose and you tensed, you certainly weren’t used to being on the receiving end of it and you definitely didn’t like it, “you really thought you were some kind of teacher’s pet? That you were going to avoid punishment just because I’d seen you naked? Reasons like that and people like you are the legitimate reason why rules against fraternization exist!”

“This isn’t about work…” realization washed over you as your face fell, your body beginning to shrink inward, “this is about us…”

“You’re finally catching on.” Emily stated bluntly and as hard as you tried to search her face you couldn’t find a single ounce of empathy.

“Em…please…” your own resolve began to crack and you did your absolute best to not let your voice shake, you couldn’t let her know just how much this was hurting you. You felt your chest tightening already, your heart hammering, “I fucked up, I expected special treatment and that was wrong. I know it now; we can move past this.”

“And when it happens again?” She cocked a brow, “or when I do let something slide and someone catches onto it? You really think I’m willing to risk my career that I’ve spent decades working for, for just some fling?” 

“Fling?” You managed to get out, a little scoff leaving your lips, “that’s all this ever was?”

“We both knew from the day you walked into my office that this couldn’t be anything more than that. I may have let myself get whisked up in the comfort and casualness of it all, but it was never going to be more than sex. This can’t keep happening. You’re immaturity has proven that today.”

“I’d really love if you could just decide between insulting me personally or my work ethic at this point.”

“We agreed to no strings! To something easy!” Emily argued back, her arms swinging to exaggerate her words, “but all this sneaking around? Having to hide it, pretend nothing’s going on when people ask, coming up with stories to cover things up? It’s exhausting.”

“I didn’t realize I was such an inconvenience…” You could feel yourself crumbling from the inside out, praying that for as long as you were in Emily’s apartment, that it stayed on the inside. You shook your head, looking up at the ceiling in an attempt to keep the tears at bay, “and here I was thinking I was going to get an apology.”

“An apology?” She laughed, “why the fuck would you be getting an apology? You were the one in the wrong!”

“Maybe, because for once, for once in my fucking life I thought someone actually gave a shit! I thought you cared about me, that all those weekends together actually meant something. That for once I wasn’t going to be walked away from, but I’m so fucking stupid. I thought you’d say you were sorry for the harsh words at work, but it was needed, that we were gonna have a separating church vs state conversation. That we were going to finally realize how dumb we were being, that we should say fuck the rules and actually be together.” You had to pause, a hitch in your breath as your chest heaved, a tear managed to escape the corner of your eye and you swiped it away hopefully before Emily could see it, finally glancing back at her. “I knew it. I fucking knew something was off, you were being weird and I just knew deep down that you were getting cold feet, but I didn’t want to believe it. Don’t know why I’m so stupid, clearly you’d never want something to do with someone like me…”

You were surprised when what left Emily’s lips was a scoff of a laugh, “at least you’re finally getting it.”

You froze, your brow furrowed as you shook your head. You weren’t sure what to say, you weren’t totally sure you were going to be able to speak at all without bursting into tears. You could feel your hands beginning to shake, your chest trembling as you tried to breathe, your heart was thundering in your ears loud enough you barely heard her when she spoke again.

“It’s over. Whatever happened between us, no matter how fun it was, it stays in the past. Doesn’t matter how special it felt, now you can focus on proving yourself to me as a special agent, like you should have in the first place. I expect you at your desk at nine.”

“Wow…” you muttered, shaking your head as you quickly turned from the island, “so much for the fucking flowers.”

Your words were met with deaf ears from Emily, the only thing she heard was the slamming of the door as you disappeared from her apartment for the last time.

A block away from the freeway you realized you had to pull over, you weren’t going to be able to hold this in until you got home. Cracking a window so you finally felt like you could breathe you let out a sob, collapsing over the steering wheel, letting the pure emotion take over. You hadn’t felt this stupid in a very long time, you’d let Emily get under your skin, let your guard down, you’d finally admitted to yourself that you were falling in love with her. You thought that you’d soon be able to admit it to her, that tonight was going to end with the two of you exclusively together. You knew she was strict when it came to work, but you had no idea one little slip up at the BAU would absolutely destroy everything the two of you had seemingly built over the past near ten months. Your mind began to race through every moment with her, part of you wanted to burn them into your memory forever so you would never forget it, never forget the feel of her lips on your skin, the way she held you tighter when it had been a rough case, the way being around her made warmth bloom through your chest. The other part of you wanted to never have to think about them again, and that part seemed to be winning, the only thing you could hear were her cruel words burning into your skin, making you cry even harder.

*

“Fucking hell.” Emily swore, wincing at the echoing in her ears of the door slamming. She braced herself against the island for a minute, breathing deeply while the façade slipped from her body and mind. She padded over to the door, locking it and flicking off the hallway light. Back in the kitchen she glanced to Sergio, “ten bucks says she doesn’t show up to work tomorrow.” She swatted him away from the open box of donuts and in retaliation he let out a hiss, swatting at her hand again. “Hey!” He simply stared her down, “oh don’t look at me like that.” She scoffed and he jumped off the island, racing off to his cat bed in the corner to curl up with his back to her.

Great. Not even Sergio to keep her company tonight.

She pulled down a bottle of whiskey, pouring a hefty amount into a glass before downing it, wincing at the burn it left in her mouth, dripping warmth down her throat, burning into her chest. Her shoulders sagged as the liquid moved through her, her lips forming a tight line as she shrunk, wrapping her arms around herself. She couldn’t cry, not here, not now. Her eyes flicked to the coffee cup full of dirt on her tv stand, cursing that it was still there, that she’d had to do what she’d done.

Crossing the room she slammed the bedroom door, stripping off her clothes until she was in the bathroom, that door shut, a towel shoved in the crack under it, music coming from her phone as she blasted the water at its highest pressure and climbed into the shower. It was only there that she let herself finally break, knowing the sound wouldn’t leak through.

It had been a long time since she’d cried, even longer since it had been over something like this. The absolute last thing in the world that she wanted to do was let you go and now she’d shunned you away, likely for good. There was no coming back from twisting the knife as deeply as she had and she knew it. She’d done it on purpose, playing off the stories you’d told her, using your insecurities to make things really sting. As tears slipped down her cheeks she tried to remind herself that she had to do it, you had to believe it was real, that she wanted nothing to do with you. If you didn’t, if she’d let you in on the truth, even with a fake argument there was a likelihood that someone would slip and who knew if there were other bugs, how closely Dewald was watching. She had to hurt you like that, make sure that you wouldn’t come crawling back to her because there was absolutely no way she would be able to turn you away. You were the closest she’d come to loving someone in years. So instead, she did her best to silently sob in the shower, letting the hot water burning on her skin in an attempt to distract her from the emotional pain of losing you.

*

You managed to get home in one piece, though you felt completely empty, sitting in the driveway trying to come up with the energy to actually go inside. You were staring ahead when your phone buzzed in the cup holder and your eyes slowly moved in that direction, sniffling as you wiped away a stray tear. A surge of anger flashed through you when you saw Emily’s name on the screen, but you opened the message nonetheless.

‘Did you like the flowers?’

A watery scoff left your lips, a whole new set of tears brimming in your eyes, though at least these ones were filled with rage, how dare she? You debated not replying, but your emotions took control of you, fingers darting over the screen to type out the reply.

‘Seriously!? Agent Prentiss, after what you just pulled, the cruel things you said, I never want to hear from you again unless it is work related. In person, calls or over text. Vegas is dead. You made that very clear.’

You would’ve blocked her number if she wasn’t your boss.

There was a bottle of bourbon with your name on it in the kitchen and you knew it, finally having the energy, you grabbed your phone, slamming the car door and jogging up the stairs. It was only once in the kitchen that you spotted the bouquet, still wrapped in paper sitting on the island.

“Fuck you Emily.” You muttered, grabbing them to angrily toss in the garbage chute.

*

Emily sat on her bed in her coziest pyjamas, very large glass of whiskey in her hand, the tv mumbling nonsense that she wasn’t paying attention to. Her eyes puffy and rimmed red she was staring at her phone where it laid on top of the duvet, wishing that it would buzz despite not having sent a single message in hours. She knew as much as she wanted it, it couldn’t happen, you had to stay away from each other and there was no doubt you hated her now, but the only thing she wanted was to see your name flashing across the screen. She ached to have you be the one to make the first move, beg her to change her mind, to try and right things, that you would promise to do better, whatever it took for her to give you a second chance because she would give it to you in a heartbeat. It felt like hours later when Sergio finally jumped up into her lap, breaking her trance and she finally looked away.

Though it didn’t matter. Not a single text came through, her phone never went off that night.

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[lia-loves-youu]

A little more ~ Seonghwa x Reader

Notes (please read): So hello y’all<33 This is my first fanfic AND English is not my first language, so I really hope it won’t be too bad helpp- It’s based on “A Little More” by Lim Jisoo, please listen to it, it’s such an underrated song and I’ve been listening to it soo much lately :> I’ll try to sneak a few lyrics in, so if you listen to the song while/before reading, you can maybe hear the lyrics replay in your head (I’ll most likely change them up a bit so they don’t sound so weird tho)<3 Also, if you like this, please try to boost it so I can gain reach a bit faster, I’m really afraid that this will flop TvT I’ll also reply to every comment, so if you have something to say, please go ahead<33

pairing: Park Seonghwa (Ateez) x fem! reader

warnings: fluff so teeth rotting, it has you ready for a dentist visit, pretty cheesy, swearing, toxic friends (no physical harm), reader is sometimes talking to herself, everything goes pretty fast

tropes: love at first note, (implied) one true love

word count: 3512

summary: Seonghwa is out with his friends for a fun karaoke night, but when he returns from the toilet, he walks by a room out of which a beautiful song, well, rather a beautiful voice comes and fills his whole body (let’s just ignore that these rooms should be soundproof). Not finding the courage to ask the dark silhouette standing in the karaoke room for the song name, he writes a message on a tissue and slides it under the door.

Here’s the link for the song again<3

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'~'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

Fast steps fill the hallway. The dark haired man is searching for the karaoke room he and his friends booked, but suddenly he slows down and finds himself standing in front of a door. It’s not the one to the room his friends are in, but the intriguing voice which makes its way to his ears seems to stop him. His curious eyes are searching through the darkness of the room to finally see the silhouette of a girl standing in front of the karaoke machine, her back turned towards Seonghwa. Almost in a trance, he listens to the relaxing music complimenting your voice perfectly. Should he ask you for the song name? He wishes he could, but he can’t find the courage to knock on the door in front of him and interrupt you. His eyes proceed to search for any other way to ask for the song, or even your name, and luck seems to be on his side today. Quickly grabbing a tissue and a pen - which some staff member probably dropped as they were in a hurry - he scribbles a few sentences on the fabric. After sliding it through the small gap under the door, he quickly stands up and continues on his way back to his friends, the melody not leaving his head.

~

“No fucking way.” “Yes I knowww, I’m sosososo sorry again! We’ll make it up to you next time, yeah? Really!” Not even a second later the call ends. You stare at the now dark phone screen, laughing and huffing in disbelief. Your “friends” just cancelled your plans. Again. You already rented the karaoke room for three hours for you and your friends and just finished with the first song so you can warm your voice up a bit, but it looks like your friends had better plans. You wouldn’t be so disappointed if this was the first time, if you weren’t paying with your own money and if this wasn’t one of the most expensive karaoke places your friends had picked without even asking about your opinion. But unfortunately that’s the case.

Before the tears could even begin to fill your eyes, you already grab your stuff and storm to the door. Almost reaching the door handle, you suddenly slip and fall, while a short scream exits your mouth. “Ouch, what the-“, you look down to your and stop mid sentence, noticing the item which made your body meet the floor so painfully. You reach for the small tissue and turn on your phone’s flashlight to make words written in a neat and elegant handwriting out:

Your voice is so pretty and unique, could you please tell me which song you were singing? I mean the one with the calming melody

Blinking dumbfounded, you reread the note. “Telling them which song I was singing-? How am I supposed to do that, no name, no telephone number. At least I only sang one song, so I know which one they mean”, you murmur. After reading the note a third time, a smile slowly creeps onto your lips. It’s not the fact that you don’t know who this wrote, but rather how they complimented you. It clears your bad mood up a bit and you feel the need to tell them the song name, however that’s supposed to work.

“What am I supposed to doooo”, you let yourself sink into your sheets, talking to none other than yourself. You would’ve called one of your super cool friends, but after the countless instagram stories they had posted, dancing and drinking in some pub after having to sadly call your plans off again, you quickly gave up on the idea. At this point you would’ve already confronted them, but considering that they were the only people you talk to in and outside of school, you’re too afraid to be blamed and left out even more, loosing all the remaining social contacts you try so desperately to keep.

Suddenly a thought crosses your mind. It might seem a bit unlikely to happen, but what if the ominous person shows up at the karaoke place tomorrow too? You turn around, now lying on your back and sigh: “It’s a try worth, right? Which room did I have today? 127? 143? NONO it was definitely 119.” You don’t even know why you’re so touched by this stupid little message, but the thought of having someone you really share something with (unlike your friends) just doesn’t plan to leave your mind anytime soon.

~

The next day at school passes regularly, excluding how you try to avoid your friend group, walking through hallways they probably never ever seen before, skipping lunch and keeping your head down, hoping that they won’t even try to look for you. Luckily you also caught the first bus after school ended, so there are almost no people you’re already familiar with. A relived sigh exiting your lips you drop on an empty seat and close your eyes, already worried about the next day.

“Excuse me? Could I please rent room 119?” You smile awkwardly, recognising the receptionist from yesterday. He looks at you hesitantly, you can almost hear him ask if you will also leave two and a half hours early and without the three people which supposedly should’ve joined you, but he doesn’t. Instead he smiles and tells you that the room is already taken. “Oh please wait, he reserved for two people, you had the room yesterday too right?” Now that he said it so blunt your cheeks start to light up. You mumble a little yes and try to look as unaffected as possible, which quickly becomes irrelevant after realising the boy, as you just found out, probably reserved for the both of you and that he’s waiting in exactly the room you had, like he knew you’d think the same way as him. “Uhm yes?” “Great, follow me please- Or can you find the room again?” Politely declining, you turn around and quickly walk towards the door, trying to suppress a wide smile from your lips.

“Ahhh what should I say to him noww?” You nervously tap your foot on the ground and stare holes into the door. Shaking your head and after taking a deep breath you swing the door open, just for the air to be knocked out of your lungs again: The boy, who’s just sitting on the couch, if without doubt the most gorgeous and elegant person you’ve ever laid your eyes on. “Oh, so you must be the girl from yesterday?” “…” “Are… you alright?” Suddenly awaking from your trance, you blink and start to splutter a bit: “Ehh yeah- Yes that’s me, uhm my name is yn, yours?” He starts smiling - which makes your heart bounce and cheeks uncontrollably light up - and tells you his name in return. ‘Park Seonghwa’, a world stopping beauty with a pretty name, if his personality’s as good as the rest, you’re ready to sign him up for marriage on the spot. Not being able to stop smiling, you sit down beside him after asking for his approval and start a little conversation.

At first it was a bit awkward of course, but after you found a good topic, you both loosen up and seem like you won’t be able to stop talking and laughing together, like you’ve been friends for years. The hours vanish like seconds and neither of you realise how late it has gotten.

A sudden knock stops you from continuing your rant about people who chew with their mouth open, and Seonghwa takes a glance at the clock. „Oh shit we were supposed to get out of here like half a hour ago!“ After processing what he just said, you quickly get up, grab your stuff and sprint to the door, the tall boy right behind you. Bowing and excusing yourself you walk past the staff member and out of the building.

“Oh god I’m so sorry, I didn’t look at the time.“ You turn and look at the cute apologetic look on his face. Not being able to prevent it, you chuckle and tell him that it’s alright. His face instantly relaxes and he laughs with you. „Do you want me to walk you home? It’s already so dark and I’m a bit worried about you“, he offers sweetly. „I have to go by bus, I really don’t want you to take a detour just because of me.“ „Oh! I have to go by bus too! We can at least walk to the station together, if we don’t even have too take the same bus!” ‘If he doesn’t stop smiling so cutely like that I’m seriously going to cry’ Instead of actually saying what you just thought, you return his little grin and just nod.

The walk is a bit calmer and a comfortable silence encases the both of you (I hope I can say it like that?) “Soo which bus do you have to take?” You tell him an he starts to smile, telling you he has to take the same one - which he in fact doesn’t, but the thought of you being alone in the dark has him feeling a bit off. If he would feel like that about other people too? Probably, but his feelings and thought are also oddly different when he’s with you.

Chitchatting a bit about this and that, the bus arrives and you continue your conversation after sitting down.

“Oh, I have to get off at the next stop”, you pout a bit and watch a frown appear on his face as those words leave your lips. “Do you really don’t want me to walk you home?” You try to show him the warmest and most assuring smile you have and tell him how your house is only two minutes away from the stop, which seems to calm him down. “Ah by the way! I forgot to tell you the song name, it’s-“ “No stop, tell me next time okay?”, he interrupts you swiftly. “Next time?” “If you’re willing to give me one?” You chuckle: “Are you trying to flirt with me?” “Maybe?” You gently, jokingly punch his chest and start to already see your station in the distance. “Then I guess you better take my phone number now before I have to get off.” He pulls his phone out and opens it, already showing “add a new contact” on the screen, like he waited for you to give him your number. After you quickly filled the boxes in, you return the phone to him and stand up. “Text me then!”, you grin and walk out of the already opened doors.

The grin doesn’t leave your face until you drift away in the warm embrace of your bed, neither does the one on Seonghwa’s lips, even though he has to drive the whole way back and further now.

~

The days where you don’t see your sweet new friend feel endless, standing up at ungodly times, classes are even more boring, spending every damn break on the school’s roof to avoid your other friends, going home, doing the homework, eating, studying, sleeping and everything repeats again. Luckily there was only one day where you didn’t get to meet up. You only meet for lunch because school days are too busy, but today is Friday, which makes you unusually happy. Of course you’re always excited for Fridays, but this time it just feels more special.

You grin relieved, finally throwing your jacket off and jumping on the couch.

Hwa [2:47]

Are you free today?

Do you wanna meet up at my place? I don’t wanna go out to our cafe today :(

Your grin grows even wider.

Me [2:47]

Yeah ofc!! Do you live far from me? Can I go there by bike?

You don’t even wait for an answer before you already run towards your wardrobe, searching for your favourite outfit.

Hwa [2:49]

I’ll just send you the location

Should I pick you up tho?

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You really can’t stop smiling like crazy and you also can’t tell why it makes you so happy that he asked if he should pick you up. “He’s so gentle and caring… Why didn’t I meet more people like him? Life would’ve been so much easier if I had some real friends- I should really stop thinking about them. I should rather ask how I deserved to meet Hwa. Okay, which hairstyle do I go for tho?”

After you’re done with your outfit and everything, you get your stuff together and pull your shoes on.

Me [3:00]

Nono I’ll just go by bus, don’t worry :D

“…Huh? That’s definitely not how he got home last time, I was the first one to leave and we took the same bus. Ahh I shouldn’t worry about it now as long as I’ll arrive at his home”, you mumble, looking at the route while waiting at the station. Just as the bus stops, “A little more” starts to play in your earphones, making you smile subconsciously. ‘Ahh I still didn’t tell Hwa the song name, the week was just so busy I forgot about it… I really have to do it today.‘

Just as you took the first ten steps out of the bus, your whole body stops moving, your hands drop and everything starts to turn, but not the people in front of you. “Ohh if that isn’t our sweet, dearest little yn. Do you maybe want to… I don’t know, apologise? Why are you not answering our messages and leaving us alone in the breaks? Girl this is literally so annoying, you know?“

You don’t move, neither do you speak, which visibly makes the girl in front of you angry. ”So, listen you stupid fucking-“

“Uhm, excuse me please”, the group turns around, moving aside for Seonghwa to walk towards you and ask with a cute little smile, “Do we wanna go in now? I was kinda worried you might wouldn’t find my apartment, so I’m her now.” You’re still not able to answer, but your friend already starts to talk again: “Oh my god who are you?” She eyes him up and down and grins stupidly. “So you’re friends with yn? Why didn’t you introduce us before? Don’t keep your handsome friends to yourself yn, are you single by the way, mr. handsome? I’m free this weekend by the way hihi.” Disgustedly raising his eyebrow at this horrible attempt to flirt, he looks down at your face, which finally shows some type of reaction. “If you excuse me-“, Seonghwa says still softly and gently grabs your hand, guiding you through the group and quickly to a building. “Wait, you forgot to give me your number!” Rolling his eyes he closes the door which he just opened for you both and walks to an elevator.

The silence is slightly awkward, but addressing the elephant in the room right now would’ve made it worse.

“You can leave your shoes and jacket here, do you want a glass of water?” You shake your head and smile at him, which he returns and your cheeks warm up. His smile always makes you feel all fuzzy inside, which is in fact not the greatest sign, falling in love with the only person you have right now was definitely not on your bucket list for this year. “Do you want to watch a movie with me? I think I still have popcorn left! Wait, let me see real quick.” As he walks away, he makes little happy jumps which results in him looks even more adorable than he always is. Your checks turn even redder and you’re sure you’ll never recover from this while slowly following him.

Seonghwa is already rummaging through a cabinet when you reach the kitchen, a few strands of his long black hair falling on his concentrated face, making you chuckle quietly. He looks up at you, his doe eyes making your legs weak, and smirks: “God you’re red, are you fine? I found the popcorn by the way, do you want it sweet or salty?” You clear your throat, lowering your head and telling him your preference. Still laughing he continues.

“Okayy it should be ready in 15 minutes, let’s pick out the movie now.“ You follow him to the living room, where he sits down on the couch and starts to scroll through Netflix. After you just stood there for a few seconds he turns his gaze to you and pouts, which makes your face burn again. “Why aren’t you sitting down? Are you really okay-? I’m starting to get worried, I should measure your temperature.” You wanted to stop him, but it was already too late as he gets up and suddenly presses his forehead against yours. “Uhmm I’m pretty sure you don’t measure temperature like that”, you manage to mutter, but he just laughs and lets his head fall from your forehead onto your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you and giving you the warmest hug in forever. It feels special and caring, not like you didn’t expect that his hugs were like this or if you weren’t hoping to get one of them every single day, but the way his hands rest on your back and caress you so gently makes your body long for him more and more.

After standing like this for several seconds, Seonghwa slowly gets away from you, hesitantly asking: “Do you think you could… You know, tell me about who these people were and what they did to you? It’s nagging me since I saw your horrified face back then.” You look at his worried expression but don’t answer.

“I know it’s hard to trust me, that’s alright, considering how we don’t know each other for that long yet. I’ll wait for you, tell me when you’re ready, okay? I’m here with open arms.” You can’t help but chuckle, making Seonghwa’s gorgeous face clear up. “Okay okay Hwa, I’ll tell you. Let’s sit down though, if that’s alright.” He nods and wraps a blanket around you after you’ve made yourself comfortable on the pillowy couch.

You really try to hold the tears back while telling him anything in detail, but bringing all the memories and emotions back is just too much. Usually you don’t cry that easily and definitely not in presence of other people, but all the denied feelings break down on you. You lower your head, hoping the man in front of you wouldn’t notice, but of course he does anyways. Slowly bringing his soft hand up to your face, he swipes your tears away and strokes your cheek: “Don’t worry and please don’t cry, I guess you at least have me now, right? Shhh please don’t cry, c’mere.” Carefully skidding over to you he pulls you in another hug, this time it’s even harder for you to not completely loose yourself in his embrace.

As less tears drop on his neck and your muffled sobs get quieter, he assures: “I’ll be your best friend. I’ll always be there for you and never do such things as your stupid little ex-friends. I’ll be everything you ever wanted and won’t hesitate to hold your hand.”

You burry your head deeper in the crook of his neck and take all your courage together: “I don’t want you to be my best friend”, Seonghwa’s body tenses up and you notice a quiet “oh” from above you, “I want you to be more than that.” You sit up, looking at Seonghwa’s sweet eyes. “I know this all happened way too fast, but I couldn’t hold myself, you’re just too… perfect. I never had someone like you and after being alone for so long, you were just like a savior. I can’t really explain what I feel, but I hope you understand. I’m always on top of the world, because of you. All those little ‘dates’ just made me realise how important you already are for me. Seonghwa, I love you, I’m sorry.”

Silence. You don’t look at him anymore, gaze directed on your hands before your crossed legs. You can feel that you tear up again, so you press your eyes shut.

You suddenly feel hands on yours, which kind of startles you. “Please look at me, yn.” Sullenly you look up to meet his deep, dark eyes. “I know what you mean and feel. And I feel the same way. I think of you so often and my day is just not complete without having some kind of conversation with you, please, stay by my side. Forever. And come closer please, I want to hug you again.”

You two spend the rest of the day with eating the popcorn and watching Star Wars, Seonghwa also proudly showed you his Lego collection and cuddled with you until you both were about to drift into sleep. “Oh, by the way, the song I sung was ‘A little more’ by Lim Jisoo”, you manage to mutter before falling asleep.

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Please don’t kill me if this was shit<3

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A/N: I’m really sorry but read-more links aren’t working on my blog atm, I’ve raised a ticket with Tumblr and they’ve registered it as a bug that they’re looking into but for now I can’t use them because they mess up the whole post :(

Nine x gender neutral!reader

The Doctor Sees You Hurt

Having only recently lost so much, Nine copes with this scenario the worst, without a doubt. Knowing he couldn’t possibly get to you in time reminds him of everyone on Gallifrey that he had no way of saving, either. The guilt he felt, having lived in their place and having escaped unscathed from a situation that caused you such a great amount of harm. 

He was too furious to cry as he picked you up and ran with you in his arms, towards the Tardis, and she was in flight the moment the doors closed, knowing where he needed to take you without him having to action anything on the console to tell her. He couldn’’t bring himself to look at you, just stared straight ahead with you in his arms until the Tardis landed, and then he was running through the doors again, this time yelling at the top of his lungs for everyone to come to your aid. He was barking orders at them as they moved you to a bed in the greatest hospital in the universe, telling them what they already knew needed to be done, as though emphasizing how powerless he felt in sharing their knowledge but not being able to help you with it, not like they could.

The Doctor left the room then, unable to bear it a second longer. He stared at the closed ward door with his arms crossed and frown fixed, replaying the moment of impact continually in his mind, torturing himself with every way the situation could have ended differently, if he had been in your place, if he had remembered - just for a moment - how much more fragile you are than him, as a human. If he lost you, it would be an apt punishment for his own negligence, he thought to himself cruelly. To lose you, the first glimmer of hope he had found since losing everything and everyone he knew, would be the greatest joke the universe had played on him, to date.

It was only when a nurse exited the ward in search of him that the Doctor was forced back to reality, and acknowledged he had been standing in place for several hours, having lost himself completely without you there to keep him moving, keep his hearts beating in a way that felt like living, not just surviving. The nurse explained that you were in a stable position but were not awake yet, and he was nodding along with every word, but desperate to break free from his concrete stance and be with you again, just to see you alive. 

Being led through the ward and back to your bed, the Doctor didn’t miss the blood stained sheets that the other doctors and nurses rushed out of the room. Your eyes were closed, but your expression was exhausted, having fought a battle in your own right, one that the Doctor would rank above the Time War in his emotional state, given how deeply it wounded him just to know how hard you were fighting, how little he was able to help. Pulling up a chair, he sat beside you and didn’t say a word. His gaze was mainly fixed on the window at the other side of your hospital bed, the asteroids floating by in a purple sky, though he was too distracted to count them. Every other second, his eyes glanced down at your face, ears refocusing on the sound of your breathing to ensure you were still with him and he hadn't tricked himself into thinking he could hear your steady breaths at his side. 

Every time you stirred, he could swear both his hearts stopped beating, just for a few seconds. 

It took 8 hours, 46 minutes and 21 seconds from the moment the Doctor entered your ward, for you to regain consciousness completely. The wave of relief that crashed over him was like nothing he had ever known, and he grabbed your hand without thinking.

Frantic, your eyes darted around the unfamiliar surroundings as you struggled to sit up, but the grip of his hand grounded you again.

“Doctor, where-”

He shook his head, a soft smile on his usually harsh features. “Don’t panic, you’re safe. This is the greatest hospital in the universe.”

You nodded slowly, trusting him as you always did and allowing yourself to relax. “What happened?”

His smile fell into a grim expression. “Later. All you need to know is that you’re fine, but you should rest. We’ll stay here as long as you need.”

Laying back down in your bed, you studied his face and the sensation of his hand holding yours, tighter than he ever had before, but never tight enough to hurt you. 

You frowned at him. “Whatever it was, you’re not allowed to blame yourself for it.”

The Doctor sighed, avoiding your eyes and staring out of the window again. “(Y/N)-”

You cut him off. “No, I’m serious. If all I need to know is that I’m fine and safe, that’s all you need to think about, too.” Glancing around the room again, your brow furrowed further. “Space hospitals don't have tv’s on the wall?”

And as you predicted, such an out of place line in such a stressful situation was enough to pull a hearty laugh from your favorite person, bringing a smile to your face in turn. With his free hand, the Doctor dipped into the inside pocket of his leather jacket to retrieve his sonic screwdriver, which he then aimed at the ceiling above the end of your hospital bed. In mid air, a screen materialized as though filtering into view on an invisible wall that ended at your feet. With another electronic whirring buzz from the sonic screwdriver, he managed to display a stream of your favorite tv show on the floating screen. The elated gasp you let out was enough to plaster a grin on his face. He helped you arrange your pillows to sit you up comfortably, and without tearing your gaze from the floating tv screen, you smiled.

“Usually, you’ll find any excuse not to watch this with me.” You said, knowing he hadn’t suddenly changed his tune or sarcasm on your preferred choice of television, or your preference for having the odd ‘evening in’ as you would put it - two words that would always bring a frustrated groan and an eye roll from your Doctor.

“I might’ve judged it too harshly.” He shrugged, hoping to pass it off, but you caught it, you always did. There was a glimmer in his eyes that told you he wasn’t being completely honest with you, but you knew he was too vulnerable in that moment to address it, so you chose not to bring it up and settled in to watch television with him, in an outer space hospital.

He may not have said it, and he may never be able to say it, but from that moment on the Doctor knew he would never complain about spending an evening in with you again, even if you selected the worst television of all time.