#isa and the y/n experience

[themagical1sa]

i guess it's just filipino pop culture to be sharing crushcore jokes and stuff

but i am begging my irls to stop sharing them–

i literally almost shared a post asking "what's your advice to the person secretly crushing on you"

with a comment saying "may you one day say it to my face" 😭😭😭🙈🙈🙈 /lh

[cherrywrecked]

college dorm — kim chaewon.

as requested by anon! this is only one of the few on my request list, so if you ever requested through ask, please wait for me. 🥹 i'm trying my best! 🫡.

warnings: college au. taglish. gxg. caught masturbating. fingering. face sitting. scissoring. horny!chaewon, giver!reader.

being in college means being away with your family, but also meeting new people. simula nung umapak ako ng kolehiyo, nahiwalay na 'ko sa mga magulang ko, pero it wasn't a big of a deal kasi they were barely physically present naman. being in dorms during college wasn't a big jump for me. it has been three years already since then and i've always opted for a solo dorm room, ayoko ng may kasama—maselan ako, eh. except for this semester. i had no choice but to share my dorm with kim chaewon. akala ko okay lang, eh. maaga ako'ng umaalis para sa morning classes ko, tapos siya, bandang hapon na. pag uwi ko, wala pa siya. i bare even see each her, pero maayos siyang dormmate. malinis, hindi maingay. kaso putangina, ano 'tong naririnig ko ngayon?

pag pasok na pag pasok ko ng dorm, ang... ingay. puro ungol. parang may umiiyak? ewan. pero si chaewon... boses yun ni chae. dahan dahan ako'ng naglakad papalapit sa kwarto ng dormmate ko. nakabukas ito, kaya sa bawat pag lapit ko, lalong lumalakas yung mga ungol. akala ko umiiyak si chaewon, pero pag lapit na pag lapit ko sa pintuan niya, nahuli ko ang dalaga na naka hubo't hubad habang nakadantay sa unan niya, humping her pillow. putangina? bakit ganito? bakit hindi ko maalis yung mga mata ko sa katawan ng dormmate ko? tila ba naging estatwa ako sa may pintuan ng kwarto niya.

ang ganda ng katawan ni chaewon. alam naman na ng lahat yon. maganda rin si chaewon mismo, kaya nga't ang daming nagkakagusto sa dalaga. and honestly, isa na 'ko sakanila. gandang ganda ako kay chaewon, lalo na ngayon. hindi ko na napansin na nakahawak na pala ako sa boobs ko, dahan dahang nilalamas ito. kusang gumagalaw yung mga kamay ko, tangina. ano ba 'to? it was as if i was bewitched by the girl in front of me. “f-fuck, ang sarap. ang sarap mo, y/n.” ano daw?

para ako'ng tanga na habangga sa pintuan ni chaewon and our eyes met. akala ko titigil siya, pero ngumisi lang ang dalaga at lalong binilisan ang pag galaw ng mga hita niya. “a-ang sarap, puta.” ungol ulit ni chaewon, this time, her gaze was locked on mine. tanginang yan, how can i stop myself if she was basically fucking herself with the thought of me? i'm no saint—i've had my fair share of experiences and i'm about to share one with her tonight.

pumasok ako sa kwarto ni chaewon, not even bothering to close her door. i didn't waste any more time and was practically stripping myself off my white uniform while approaching the girl. i kept the pants and my bra on, however. “hawakan mo 'ko, baby. i want to feel your hands on my body, please.” she says, looking up at me as i stood in front of her. ginawa ko yung gusto niya at nilagay ang mga kamay ko sa suso ni chaewon. ang tigas ng mga utong niya, lalo pa itong tumayo nung pinisil at sinimulan ko itong pag laruan. onti onti kong binaba ang sarili ko hanggang sa nakaharap na sa muka ko ang dibdib ni chaewon. “s-shit, ang init ng dila mo, baby. ang sarap.” ungol ng dalaga nung binalot ko na ang mga labi ko sa kaliwang utong niya habang pinaglalaruan ang kanan gamit ang aking daliri. i carefully settled myself on her bed, not removing myself from her.

tumigil na si chaewon sa pag kantot sa pesteng unan niya, instead, she took my hand and sat on it. “tangina, chae, basang basa ka.” sabi ko habang inaakyat ang mga halik ko papunta sa labi niya. “o-oo... kung alam mo lang kung g-gaano... kung gaano ako kalibog para sa'yo. fuck, markahan mo 'ko, baby, please.” her words were sloppy, na natawa nalang ako kasi parang yung utak ni chaewon hindi na gumagana sa sobrang libog para sakin. hinalik halikan ko ang leeg ni chaewon bago nag iwan ng chikinini sa gilid ng leeg niya habang ang daliri ko naman ay dahan dahang pumapasok sa butas niya. “putangina, ang sarap—!” napadikit ang katawan ni chaewon sa katawan ko sa pagpasok ng daliri ko sakanya, ramdam kong nanginig yung katawan ng dalaga.

not wasting time, i started to curl my fingers inside of her, moving slowly. i want to take my time on her. gusto kong marinig si chaewon na nagmamakaawa para sa'kin. didn't even notice her pull me atop of her. we were now in her bed with my hand in between her legs, while my lips are attacking her neck. ang bango ni chae, hindi ko alam kung nakailang chikinini na 'ko, but i loved the thought of her wearing her usual fit and people can see her hickeys, even in class. i wanted to make her mine.

“isang daliri pa, please?” chaewon asks with her puppy eyes. ang cute, pero putangina, nakakalibog. i smiled at her and without warning, i added another finger inside of her na dahilan ng marahang pag sikip ng puke niya sa daliri ko. “kantutin mo 'ko, baby. please... please! galawin mo yung daliri mo—'y-yan! ganiyan... gago, ang s-sarap!” hindi magkanda ugaga si chaewon nung sinumulan kong galawin yung mga daliri ko at marahan siyang kinantot gamit ito. ramdam na ramdam ko kung gaano siya kabasa, she was practically making a mess on my hand already. binilisan ko ang pag galaw ng mga daliri ko hanggang sa naramdaman kong lalong sumisikip yung puke ni chaewon, yung balakang niya, hindi na mapigilan sa pag galaw. “lalabasan na 'ko, fuck! ang sarap... baby— babe! fuck! sige pa!” chaewon screamed as she clenched her walls around my fingers. i used my thumb to rub her clit which then drove her to her orgasm.

nilabasan na si chaewon, pero hindi padin ako tumitigil sa pag kantot sakanya. dahan dahan ko pading nilalabas masok yung daliri ko sa puke niyang tumutulo na sa sobrang libog. “tangina mo, ang libog mo, chae.” i said as i kissed her lips while pulling my digits out which then earned a whine from the girl. i only chuckled as i reposition myself and laid on her bed. she took it as an invitation and got on top of me. “isa pa.” she says as the tug on my bra—she wants me naked and i helped her get rid of it. dahan dahang bumababa si chaewon at sunod niyang tinanggal eh yung pantalon at panty ko. i moaned when i felt the cold breeze hit my wet cunt. natawa si chaewon. “nakakalibog bang kantutin ako, mhm?” she says, rubbing my clit. i looked at her and hummed, a smirk plastered on my face. “hump me, chae.” yun lang ang sinabi ko at 'tong putang 'to, ang bilis kumilos.

chaewon hooked her legs on mine and pushed herself against me. malakas na ungol ang lumabas sa bibig naming parehas nung nagtama yung mga basang puke namin ni chaewon. tangina, ang sarap niya. dahan dahang gumalaw si chaewon habang ako, nakahiga lang, hawak ang mga hita niya. “b-baby, basang basa ako para sa'yo, puta. h-hng... s-sarap.”.

i think it's already normal at this point—how chaewon's brain shuts down when she's getting what she wants in bed. chaewon started moving her hips faster which i then reciprocated by moving my hips in sync with her movements. “tangina, chaewon. ang sarap mo, gago.” ungol ko habang yung isang kamay ko ay nasa suso na ng dalaga, iniikot ikot sa daliri ang utong niya. “gago, ang s-sarap! sige pa, chae... putangina, para kang pokpok gumalaw.” that made chaewon whine a bit louder. gusto niya bang tinatawag siyang pokpok?

“h-hindi! hindi ako p-pokpok... ikaw lang gusto ko, baby—fuck! sige pa, baby. faster!” she couldn't even continue what she was saying when i've already taken over and pulled her in. hawak ko yung maliit na balakang ni chaewon when i started to move faster and harder against her. it didn't even take long for her to start shaking against me. “lalabasan na 'ko... baby, sabay tayo. shit, basang basa ako para sa'yo.” ungol ko habang inaakap si chaewon at bago siya halikan, i felt my movements grow sloppy and soon enough, sabay nga kaming nilabasan ni chaewon. her body was shaking from the orgasm, buti nalang akap akap ko ang maliit niyang katawan.

“ang sarap, gago.” i breathed against her neck, kissing on the red patches i left a while ago. chaewon was breathing heavily but managed to hum as a response. “but i'm not done with you, kim. sit on my face.” i saw the corner of chaewon's lips curl into a smirk bago niya ko tinulak pahiga sa kama niya. onti onti niyang pinuwesto yung sarili niya sa muka ko. tangina, sobrang ganda ng puke ni chaewon. namumula at basang basa para sa'kin. “bilis, i want to taste you.” and chaewon finally lowered herself on my face. sinalubong ko yung puke niya ng dila ko na nakalabas, malambot, at dahan dahan kong pinaikot ikot ito sa clit ng dalaga. “fuck, baby... ang init ng dila mo, ang sarap.” ungol ni chaewon habang nakahawak sa suso niya.

i wrapped my lips around her clit and started sucking on it. chaewon loves it when i play with her clit. she started moving her hips on my face. “labas mo dila mo, baby.” she softly asked for me which i then complied to. i stuck my tongue out for her, aiming it on her dripping hole. “p-puta... putangina... shit.” chaewon threw her head back as she slowly lifted herself from my tongue and back. kinakantot ni chaewon ang sarili niya gamit ang dila ko. it was so fucking hot na kahit ako, i started to touch myself with my free hand, while the other rubbed her clit.

“tangina, ang sarap! sobrang sarap! fuck, baby. puta mo 'ko... sa'yo lang, tangina. ikaw lang makaka kantot sa'kin ng ganito.” ang ingay ni chaewon and i loved it. it drove me to my edge and i was cumming around my fingers, my moans sending vibrations on chaewon's cunt. “lalabasan na 'ko—babe... baby!” and soon enough, she was clenching her walls around my tongue. ang init at ang kalat, pero putangina, nakakaulol si chaewon.

if i knew this could happen between the both of us, maybe matagal ko nang iniwang nakabukas yung pintuan ko habang kinakantot ko yung sarili ko habang iniisip siya.

[sebscore]

Hello! Same anon from the charles x sister ask (not the dentist one). I love the recent fic! I cant think of anything specific that I would love to read, maybe just some cute sibling fluff between charles and reader, if not all the siblings? Thanks, you’re doing great!!

A SILVERSTONE WEEKEND | LECLERC BROTHERS

pairings: charles leclerc x sister!reader / lorenzo leclerc x sister!reader / arthur leclerc x sister!reader / pierre gasly x leclerc!reader / ollie bearman x leclerc!reader / isa hernáez x leclerc!reader

warnings: reader is a teenager. mention of flying. swearing.

author's note: thanks for the leclerc!sister resurrection on my blog! I hope you enjoy this fic and let me know what you think of it!

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Silverstone was the first race of the new racing season the youngest Leclerc sibling attended. Her summer break had just started and a small trip to England seemed the right way to celebrate the end of the school year.

Since her brothers were already in England, she had to travel on her own as her mother had to stay in Monaco for work. It had been an anxious experience, but Lorenzo would pick her up at the airport and right away they would drive to the circuit to watch Arthur's sprint race and Charles' qualifying.

''Did they take care of you on the plane?'' The eldest brother hadn't been too keen on his little sister traveling alone without any kind of chaperone to accompany her.

Y/N nodded her head, handing her suitcase to her brother. ''Yeah, they were very nice to me,'' she eased his worries, ''but can you tell Charles that I'm fine with flying coach? I was the only person sitting in first class, it was embarrassing sitting there all alone.'' She was grateful her brother had gotten her a great seat on the plane, but she found all the luxuries a bit unnecessary.

Lorenzo laughed at words, imagining his sister sitting all alone while stewardesses attend to her every need. ''He wanted to be sure you had people there to help you in case you needed it,'' his hand moved to hold his sister's, ''by the way, at first he wanted to put you on a private plane, so be grateful you got to fly commercial.''

They made their way out of the airport and into his car, on their way to Silverstone. It would take them about an hour to get there, maybe with some extra traffic. ''How did Arthur's qualifying go yesterday? I didn't check it.'' She asked him, after sending their mother a message that she had arrived safely.

''P2, so today he starts P11 and tomorrow he's on the front row.'' Lorenzo answered her, explaining Arthur's starting positions. ''That's great.''

''Have you eaten anything?''

Y/N shook her head. ''No, I woke up too late and didn't have time to eat breakfast, and I didn't eat anything on the plane, because I was scared everything would, uh, come back up again.''

''You still get sick on planes? How many times have you flown now.'' Lorenzo chuckled, surprised his sister still got motion sickness while on planes.

She shrugged her shoulders. ''It's not like I have control over it, Enzo.''

''We'll eat at the track then, they have a lot of good stuff there.''

Eventually, they arrived at the circuit and walked to the Ferrari hospitality. It was Y/N's first time at the British Grand Prix, so she attentively observed the F1 paddock. The oldest and youngest sibling ran into an old family friend, Pierre Gasly. ''Enzo and Little Leclerc.'' He greeted them, hugging Lorenzo and giving Y/N a peck on the cheek.

''It's been a while since I last saw you, Y/N!'' Pierre said, not even being able to recall when he last saw the young girl. ''I know, it's good to see you.''

She was quite close with the Frenchman as their families were. They had been on vacations together and of course she would see him when she came to support Charles. Her brother and the Alpha Tauri driver even used to be in charge of babysitting her when she was still a toddler, although that didn't always go as planned.

''She finally has a break from school.'' Lorenzo explained to him, his arm going around her shoulder. Pierre nodded, forgetting sometimes that the girl still went to school.

He ruffled her hair. ''I have to go, but root for me, alright? I'm still your favorite driver, I hope?'' Pierre joked, referring to the time Y/N had teased Charles by saying that Pierre was her favorite Formula 1 driver.

''Yeah, of course,'' she jokingly rolled her eyes, ''bye, Pierre!'' They bid him goodbye and wished him luck in the qualifying later.

After a few more minutes of walking, they made it to the Ferrari hospitality where they could already see Arthur, Joris, Andrea and Charles waiting for them at one of the tables. As soon as the latter saw his younger sister, he stood up and embraced her in a hug. ''You're finally here.'' Charles sighed.

She smiled up at him and walked around the table greeting everyone else. ''I for sure thought you would step on the wrong plane and get lost.'' Arthur teased her, ruffling her hair like Pierre did earlier.

Y/N took the seat in-between Charles and Arthur, wanting to sit near her brothers as the new environment and people made her a bit uneasy. ''Yeah, you wish I got lost.''

Lorenzo offered to get himself and his sister some food, to which she protested saying that she should at least help him with it. ''No, no! You catch up with everyone, it's no big deal.'' She hesitated, but ultimately gave up and let him go alone.

''Maman send us your grades, they were really good!'' Charles spoke up, the picture of her school results popping into his mind. Y/N nodded, proud of herself for the great results. ''Thank you.''

''She send them to everyone in her contact book.'' Arthur commented, getting a laugh out of everyone. ''I even got a message saying how you had the best results in your class.'' Andrea added, the youngest Leclerc's grades had been the topic of the week.

Charles sat up straight, suddenly remembering something. ''Oh, yeah! We got you something, to congratulate you!'' He rummaged through his bag, pulling out a crumpled white envelope.

He handed it over to his sister, letting his arm hang around the back of her chair. ''It's from your lovely brothers.'' The grins on Arthur and Charles' faces gave her some trust issues about this ''gift''.

''If it's another signed picture of Arthur, I don't want it.'' She pretended to hand the envelope over again. The brothers laughed but shook their heads, that joke had become outdated after the countless times the youngest brother had pulled it. ''It's not that! It's actually something serious this time.'' Arthur assured her, coming across as genuine.

Y/N hesitantly opened the envelope, revealing multiple gift cards for several luxury fashion brands like Chanel, Dior and Versace. She observed the cards with wide eyes, in disbelief her brothers would actually get her a useful gift.

''Oh, thank you so much!'' Her arms first went around Charles, giving him a kiss on the cheek and afterwards doing the same with Arthur.

Bright smiles appeared on the brother's faces, delighted that their baby sister liked their gift. ''You can go shopping with Maman or Charlotte when you're back home.'' Charles suggested. ''Or Carla?'' Arthur added, including his girlfriend.

Lorenzo made it back to their table, holding a plate of pasta for the young girl. ''Oh, you already got your gift! You like it, Chérie?'' It had been a last-minute kind of situation to get her the cards, having to wait whether her grades were good or not.

''Yeah, thank you so much, Enzo!'' Just like before with Charles and Arthur, she gave her oldest brother a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

''Eat up now!''

''Arthur Leclerc crossed the line to take the win!''

Y/N proudly watched her brother take the checkered flag, already making her way to the barricades with her siblings to congratulate him on the victory. Much to her surprise, the first person Arthur ran up to was his sister instead of his engineer or other two brothers.

Normally she would push his sweaty form away, but this time she reciprocated the firm grip he had on her. ''You looked so cool, Thur! It was awesome!'' She practically yelled, not sure how much he could actually hear of it.

Arthur was semi-relieved he had his helmet on, knowing his sister would have teased him for a long time if she had seen the big smile that appeared on his face. He felt a hint of pride in himself as it was the first time Arthur was called ''cool'' by his younger sibling, at least the first time he had heard the words come out of her own mouth.

''Can we get a picture with the four Leclercs?'' One of the photographers asked them, holding his camera up. The three brothers glanced at their sister, knowing she isn't used to getting her picture taken like the rest of them. Y/N slowly nods her head, putting her arm around Charles' waist.

Arthur took a step back, taking off his helmet and balaclava for the photo. ''Do I look fine?'' He asked no one in particular.

''No, but it will do.'' She teased him, resulting in a slap on the arm from him.

The Formula 3 champion of the day wiped some sweat from his face before reaching his arm over his sister's shoulder. The four of them smile for the camera and wait until the photographer gives them a thumbs up.

''Arthur, you stink.'' Y/N tried to take a step away from him, but he pulled her back into him and rubbed his sweaty face all over the top of her hair. ''Ew! Get away from me!'' She pushed him off of her, her disgusted expression amusing her brothers very much.

''Leclerc, get on the podium!''

Y/N couldn't help but take out her phone and film as her brother took the top step, proudly lifting his trophy in the air and spraying the champagne around. She sent the video to their mom, who couldn't have been more delighted for her son's first F3 win of the season.

''Oh, this bitch.'' Y/N mumbled to herself as Arthur was nowhere in sight.

Not too long after his podium ceremony, she had to use the bathroom. Arthur had suggested she used the one at the Prema hospitality as it was the closest one to them. Charles had to go get ready for his own race and Lorenzo joined him, telling the two youngest to meet them at his Ferrari garage.

Arthur said he would wait for her outside the bathroom and that they would go together, since the youngest Leclerc was unfamiliar with the space and their mother would kill the three brothers if they lost her. Yet, no Arthur in sight.

Y/N stood frozen in her place, not wanting to snoop around looking for her brother and potentially walk into the wrong room.

''You okay there?'' A thick British accent interrupted her internal panic, slightly flinching at the sudden appearance of someone.

She turned around and was met with a guy she guessed was around her age, and towered a bit over her. He looked familiar, she just couldn't seem to place him. ''Uh, yeah, uh, my brother- he was supposed to wait for me here and now he's gone…'' She managed to stutter out, feeling nervous under the young man's gaze.

''Arthur was called down by one of the team members to discuss the race, that can take while actually.'' He explained his absence, pointing at one of the rooms where Arthur seemed to be.

Y/N nodded, understanding. ''Ah, wait- you know my brother?'' She frowned, she didn't even tell him it was Arthur she was looking for.

The guy nervously chuckled, realizing she had no idea who he was. ''Yeah, we're teammates! I'm Ollie, Ollie Bearman.''

''Oh my god, of course! You were on the podium as well, congrats.'' Maybe she should start to pay more attention to the jobs of her brothers. ''Sorry, it's the first time I've been to a Grand Prix this year.'' She apologized.

''It's okay, really,'' Ollie brushed it off, ''you need to get somewhere or?''

She nodded her head. ''My brother is racing and I need to get to the Ferrari garage, but I have no idea how I'm supposed to get there.''

''Well if you want I can get you to the F1 paddock? I don't have a special pass, so I can't show you where the garage is, unfortunately.'' He suggested, a soft smile settled on his face.

His offer to help her brought a red blush to her cheeks. ''That would be really sweet, thank you so much.''

''Don't worry about it.'' The walk to the entrance of the F1 paddock hadn't been too long, but long enough so the young pair could get to know each other more.

In the beginning it was a little hard to get the conversation going as this was the first time the two ever met, but soon enough Ollie was sharing stories about his young karting days and his little sister's show jumping. ''My mum didn't want her to do karting.''

Y/N chuckled. ''Mine was the same! My dad always tried to persuade her, but it never worked.'' Pascale had seen the bruises her son's would come home with, there was no way she would let her daughter have the same.

''You've never karted then?''

''I've done it a few times with my brothers, but they always make it into a competition and it's not fun that way.'' She explained, recalling the few times she did go karting and ended up almost being pushed off the track by Charles and Arthur.

''I get that- oh, here we are.'' They had arrived at the entrance, both of them a bit disappointed that they had to part ways already. ''I don't think it should be too hard to find out where the garage is once you're inside.'' He assured her.

''Thanks, Ollie,'' she smiled at him, ''I really appreciate it.''

His face mirrored hers. ''No problem, uh, I'll see you around then?'' He hoped to see more of the Leclerc girl, she was very charming and unlike Arthur had claimed to him and Jak, she seemed greatly intelligent.

''Yes, I'll see you, bye!'' Y/N offered a small wave and turned around to make her way into the paddock, hoping that one way or another she would find her brother's garage.

Ollie's assurance that it wouldn't be too hard to find was the biggest lie she had heard all day. She already doesn't have the best sense of orientation and the large amount of people roaming the paddock, weren't making it any easier.

An idea popped into her head, one that she should have come up with from the beginning.

Phoning up her brothers.

Charles wasn't going to pick up, that was a given. So then she tried Lorenzo whose phone must have either died or put on silent since it didn't even go through. The last option was Arthur and like she thought, that man was never going to answer one of her calls ever. At least they couldn't say that she didn't try.

But someone must have listened to her prayers. ''Y/N?'' A voice next to her pulled her out of her thoughts, a hand laid on her shoulder. ''You okay?''

Y/N glimpsed to her side and saw Isa, Carlos' girlfriend, looking at her with concern in her eyes. ''Oh, I- I can't find my brothers.''

Isa's concerned expression changed to a relieved one, glad nothing too bad had happened to the young girl. ''I know where they are, come on.'' The older woman held out her hand, which Y/N immediately took.

''I haven't seen you since last year! How have you been?'' Her and Isa had met on a few other occasions ever since Carlos became Charles' teammate. She was very fond of her and the Spanish woman always complimented the girl.

''School just ended, so I'm doing really well.'' She nervously grinned, flustered about holding hands with her.

Isa laughed at her words. ''Oh, yeah! Charlotte said something about it, smartest girl of the class?'' She teased, quoting the words her friend had told her.

Turns out that the Ferrari garages hadn't been too far and she had been going the entirely wrong way as she and Isa were already making their way through the halls that would lead to Charles'.

''There you are!'' Lorenzo exclaimed upon noticing his sister walking in with Isa, running up to her and taking her into his arms. ''Thank you so much!'' He told Isa, who brushed it off and bid them goodbye to go support her boyfriend.

A guilty-looking Arthur appeared from behind Lorenzo. ''I'm so sorry! I wasn't away for that long, but when I got back you were already gone.'' He apologized, genuine regret audible in his voice.

''It's fine, Ollie helped me and I ran into Isa as well.'' She wasn't too mad about it, this was one of those things that she could blackmail him with for a long time.

''Ollie? My teammate? He helped you?'' The puzzled expression on Arthur's face caused a chuckle to escape.

Y/N nodded. ''Yeah, he brought me to the paddock! Very nice guy.'' The shy smile that played on her lips wasn't amusing to the youngest Leclerc brother.

''You made sure to thank him, right?'' Lorenzo didn't seem to mind that a young man her age had spent time with her, he was just relieved she had somehow found her way to them. ''Of course, Enzo.''

''What did you even talk about with him?'' Arthur continued asking, confused as to why his teammate wanted to help his sister in the first place.

His sister gave him a glare. ''One more question and I'm telling Maman you left me all alone, alright?'' The protective older brother act didn't suit Arthur at all.

''Let's focus on Charles now, okay? You two have had your moment to shine.'' Lorenzo interrupted.

''Hey! I could have been kidnapped or something!''

''Too bad you weren't- Auw! Enzo, she hit my arm!''

''You deserved it, Arthur.''

[livesworthlivingau]

Lives Worth Living Chapter 33

Spoilers for ISAT below, Two Hats especially! Been trying to think of what else to add to this chapter and it turns out, I got nothing! so y'all get an extra short one this time, hope you still enjoy~!

"Those two are really cute together... Good thing Vale didn't take you up on the offer, huh?" (Isa teased with the smallest hint of hurt behind his words. You'd been insisting on having this conversation in private while he kept asking about it, and you were both finally alone in you tent for the night. You gave a defeated sigh and grumble, covering your face with your hands.)

"I'm sorryyyyy! It's... complicated, okay? I wasn't just... I phrased it poorly! I didn't mean it like I was just gonna offer you up like leftovers!! I just meant... we could like, talk about it? They cut me off before we got any further than that, that's all!" (You plead to him, knowing he's playing it up a little, but still feeling rather bad about the situation. He seems more curious now as you've explained.)

"Talk about it? What exactly? Were you just gonna waltz up and say 'Hey Isa, how do you feel about having two Sifs!'" (He starts to chuckle at the idea... then notices the fact you're blushing and looking away.) "O-Oh?!"

"I-I was just gonna suggest we all talk about it! I-I mean, if they were me, and they clearly felt similarly about you... I-I thought you might want that..." (You admit, still blushing very deeply. You peek over to see him blushing just as much.)

"Well... I guess when you put it like that that's not so bad... I didn't really think you'd be into that sorta thing, you'd be okay with 'sharing' me?"

"I mean... I didn't... uhm... plan on it just being... l-like that"

"Huh? What did you... OH?! Y-YOU! A-AND VALE?!"

"SHHHHH!!! Not so loud!!"

"Sorry! J-Just... You'd... wouldn't that be kinda like... dating yourself?..."

"I guess?... a little?... I-I don't know! I just wanted to talk about it, I didn't really think too hard about it once they shot the idea down immediately!" (You cover your face again, making an annoyed grumble. This whole conversation was going to be the death of you, then you'd just loop and have to experience it all over again~!)

"Aright, calm down Sif, I'll quit teasing you about it, just... wow, it's a lot to take in, y'know?" (You grumble some more, nodding in response with your face still buried in your hands.)

"Imagine how it makes me feel." (He lets out a chuckle and pats your back, rubbing at it soothingly.)

"Hah! Okay, okay, I'll drop it. Thanks for being so honest with me." (You finally pull your face up from your hands, seeing that oh so sweet smile of his, sighing in relief as the subject finally changed.)

"O-Of course... I love you, Isa."

"Love you too, Siffy~." (He leans in and plants a kiss on your cheek. You turn to kiss back, yanking him down closer by the collar and planting your lips on his, humming in delight. You pull away from his flustered face with a little chuckle.)

"Good night, flustered one~." (You teased before lying down to sleep. He stays frozen in shock at the sudden kiss. His face nearly turning pitch lightless from blushing.)

"G-G-G-Good n-n-n-night." (He finally managed to stammer out, shaking off the nerves and joining you to turn in. He wraps his big, strong arms around you while he remained extremely flushed.)

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REALLY THEATER? - K.TAERAE

⊹ ˚. synopsis: it's only tonight, on closing night, on the night of the last ever performance, that the two of them actually realize their feelings for each other.

⊹ ˚. pairing: kim taerae x m!reader

⊹ ˚. genre: fluff, angst but not really

⊹ ˚. warnings: isa's lame theater kid knowledge, crying because again its closing night, might seem very rushed but tbf it is

⊹ ˚. word count: 1.4k

⊹ ˚. notes: hi i went insane yesterday and literally listened to the whole heathers soundtrack before going to sleep and then i woke up and world burn from mean girls immediately began playing so my mind is fried, also i was looking at zb1 trying to see which member would most likely be a theater kid (taerae is so obvious is it not?) okay enough of this long ass note enjoy!

⊹ ˚. this is for favorite taerae delusionist stan jun (@so2uv / @luvjiun) adjshds love you babe

murmuring, pushing, singing, bustling, sound checks, and of course, last minute line rehearsals. y/n has been through the process many times, though he officially joined the pre-production team in his sophomore year, he's become used to the chaos which ensues on closing night.

he's already prepared for the tears, the shouts from audience members, the constant reminders from the director that he needs to follow the very specific instructions so that the sound operates correctly and according to plan. he can hear the mutters from the other hundred people either apart of production, pre-production, and theatre staff as they all converse about closing night.

y/n usually never gets emotional during closing night, because he doesn't perform on the stage, it makes sense why the actors would be emotional, but he usually never find a reason to become emotional during closing night, because he was only behind the scenes, he never usually did anything important onstage.

but this year.. this year is different.

y/n listens to everything going on around him, all the consecutive noise blending into his ears and just becoming blurry, but out of all the singers warming up their voices for the final ever performance of the year, there's one that really stands out.

kim taerae.

y/n can't help but admire taerae. he's been in musical theater for as long as he can remember, and he's never met someone who peaked his interest more. taerae has never really done musical theater as a serious thing before (which y/n honestly respects) but his voice is incredible, and he can certainly act amazingly even without any experience in theater.

kim taerae is practically flawless. he's beautiful, he's funny, he's talented, well spoken, y/n could probably listen to him sing for hours and not get bored he swears on his life—

alright, now this just sounds like a rant on how y/n is totally and mortifyingly in love with kim taerae.

which is totally not true! he isn't in love with kim taerae at all!

he just loves every single little thing about him, enjoys spending time with him whenever he can, will listen to him ramble on and on, will listen to him sing and simply admire his voice the whole time, or just admire his face and poke his dimples because he finds taerae to be one of the most beautiful men he thinks he's ever seen in his life.

but he's not in love with him, that would be absurd! that would be crazy.

"zoning out on closing night is crazy" jay mutters, lightly nudging y/n, who was busy admiring taerae. "jesus when'll you ask him out?"

"i have no idea what your talking about".

park hanbin peaks from behind lee jeonghyeon, giggling. "aw, y/n has a crush?"

"i do not, jay's just crazy" y/n states flatly, he hopes hanbin can't see the fact that his face is turning red, it's just the heat in the room! yeah just the heat in the room!

"uh huh, like you weren't looking at kim taerae with lovestruck eyes".

"yeah no you guys are crazy".

jeonghyeon stares at y/n like he's crazy, clearly not buying his act, and y/n glares at jeonghyeon, crossing his arms. "sure y/n, and would you look at that, your lover boy!"

"my what—"

y/n isn't able to finish his sentence when he's lightly pushed forward and he bumps into taerae, how great, he curses at jay in his mind but smiles as soon as taerae looks up at him.

"y/n i was looking for you!"

"you were?"

"i was!" taerae claps his hands. oh my fucking god he is so pretty y/n is trying so hard not to faint with taerae so close, they've been this close before obviously, but it's just so much more different like this, especially tonight, on closing night. "just wanted to talk to you, before the final performance, obviously".

y/n chuckles, feeling like a teenage girl talking to her crush or something. he feels oddly giddy, and it's very embarrassing, but he can't think about that right now. "oh my god, don't sweat it your gonna do great".

"i—" taerae pauses, grabbing y/n's hands, he opens his mouth but then doesn't speak, a little nervousness taking over him, but that's expected, he's doing the lead singing part. "yeah, i know, it's just closing night, and that gets everybody pretty emotional and the stakes are pretty high tonight, you know? i'm just nervous and all—"

"taerae" y/n cuts in, and taerae hums, blinking as he stares up at the other. y/n can't form words for a moment because taerae just looks so.. pretty, god he's going to die. "i have watched every single performance of yours, every single practice, i know you, i know how you are, and i know that your very talented, your going to do amazing".

taerae looks dumbstruck, like he'd just been told the secrets of the universe or something. he just pauses as he stares at y/n, with his wide, pretty eyes that seem to be shining. y/n can't tell what kind of look he's being given, and with the way taerae is staring, simply frozen, worries him a bit.

taerae finally laughs, still holding onto y/n's hands, just swinging them back and forth. "i— your so corny" he looks away, face red. "but thank you, i'll take those words into account".

"were up in five!"

taerae blinks, looking back to y/n for one last time. "okay, that's my cue, do well sound guy".

taerae stands on his tippy toes, leaning forward to press a kiss onto y/n's cheek. he gives him one bright dimpled smile before walking away, giving no explanation for that action.

y/n just stands there, in awe, his face is burning, his face is red, holy shit he probably looks like an idiot right now, but how does one normally function after an action like that? he blinks a few times, just trying to process what just happened.

"y/n! come on places!"

"oh— yeah! coming!"

sniffling, sobbing, sad laughing, happy tears, and crazy hugs. again, y/n has seen this all before, closing night is usually very depressing, and for some reason, the air after the performance ends and all the actors get backstage saddens him.

it could just be because he's a senior and the nostalgia could be hitting him hard, he's leaving next week, then it's off to college and student debt. some of the pre-production crew even get emotional, and y/n finds himself comforting them as they cry.

still, his mind is focused on one person.

he was distracted by taerae the whole time, and to be fair, who wasn't? taerae was amazing, he hit pretty much every note there was to hit, and his acting was simply flawless, y/n found himself smiling every time he came onstage.

so, as he listens to the talking, the sobs, the sniffles, and watches the tightening hugs, y/n's eyes naturally look for taerae, not spotting him at all.

well he doesn't have to look hard.

"hi!"

"ah!"

y/n lightly jumps, startled by taerae and his loud voice. he calms down and smiles as he looks at taerae, who looks like he's on the verge of tears. "gosh, don't scare me like that, taerae".

taerae giggles. "you were right, everything went well".

but as y/n stares at taerae, he seems to begin crumbling, like he's trying to hold in his tears yet can't do it. and he can't, because taerae breaks down and pulls y/n into a tight embrace.

"oh, oh my god, are you okay?"

taerae sniffles, just burying his face into y/n's shirt, and y/n allows it, letting his shirt be stained by taerae's tears. "i— i don't know it's just very hard not to cry during a time like this and i feel like i gave it my all and—"

taerae can't continue, he simply sobs into y/n's shirt, holding onto him like he'll slip from his reach if he lets go. "you know, rae, i am so proud of you, you did so well".

y/n rests his chin onto taerae's head, running his hand up and down his back, a smile coming to his face. "you worked so hard, and you did so well, i'm so proud of you, i'm so happy to have you, i love you".

he's too into the moment to realize what he's saying, but taerae clutches onto him again, taking a deep breath.

"i— i love you too y/n".

what a happy ending, huh?

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chapter forty : you can’t even say it 

*written* 

warnings : the tables turn. lee minho on his shit again. Yes. I know- so soon. Swearing. Name calling. More angst, I’m sorry. 

word count : 1.1k 

You rest your neck back on the wall, intrusive thoughts buzzing around in your head, getting more irritated by the second. 

‘Hey,’ Han greets cheerfully, taking a seat next to you on the floor. 

You turn your head and your answer is lacklustre and monotone, ‘hey.’ 

Han grits his teeth, to him it shows that Minho and you are really not that different. Maybe Minho’s personality just dripped into you and started to influence you. Like Spiderman. 

‘I’m sorry about…uh-’ Jisung says, instead of letting Spiderman get in the way of having a conversation with you. In a way, it’s like his chance of closure. Proper closure. Oddly. Or maybe it’s just the conversation with you he misses. 

He’s not sure. 

‘Revealing to our whole uni that we’re just a pair of liars?’ You pitch in sarcastically, before letting your face lift into a smile as you look at the nerves that flicker across your best friend’s face. 

“Yeah that.’ 

‘I know why you did it,’ You assure him, ‘Thank you.’ 

You smile as you wrap him into a warm embrace. He smiles himself, before closing his eyes and leaning into your touch, ‘He’ll talk to you, Y/N. Don’t you worry.’ 

‘And how do you know that?’ You say with your own eyes closed yourself, all giggly and happy again. 

You can practically hear the smirk on his face as the cockiness drips out of him. He takes his phone out of his pocket and shakes it, ‘We’ve talked about it. Now we’re just waiting for him to grow a p-’ 

‘What the fuck?’ 

Han’s eyes shoot open at the throaty voice that comes from the side of you both. Your own eyes shoot open just as fast before your whole body seemingly gravitates towards him. As it always does. Without fail. It’s always him. 

Jisung can’t help the word vomit that escapes him, ‘I did not expect it to be that soon.’ 

Any other time you would’ve laughed, Minho would’ve chuckled as well. But right now Minho isn’t thinking clearly. When he sees you and Jisung together again in an embrace he hasn’t been in since your breakup, he sees a threat. He sees red. He doesn’t see his best friend. 

Minho glares at him quickly before his eyes meet yours.. Though the surprise doesn’t fill your body quite like frustration does. Frustration bubbles over at your clenched fists until they explode out of your head with an almost shrill shriek. 

‘What is it about our friendship that bothers you?’ You snap, throwing your hands up in the air. Ignoring the people around you (which basically translates to just Jisung). 

Minho raises an eyebrow at your tone, ‘Are you kidding me? What bothers me? Are you joking?’

To Jisung, it’s pretty clear to him that there’s communication issues that have led to this argument. But there’s also genuine anger in both of your voices, yours especially. The anger almost feels needed to move forward. To communicate properly. To improve your relationship. 

Yet, he still winces. It’s almost a challenge. Dangerous. He backs away, not wanting to risk being punched by the strong brooding guy in front of him nor does he want to experience a punch from the increasingly raging woman either. 

‘Don’t give me that and just give me an honest answer.’ 

Minho’s hand gestures over to where Jisung backs away, the boy caught red-handed in his attempt to remove himself from the conversation. Jisung winces again as the irritated expression on both of your faces turn briefly towards him, ‘You said you loved him….so easily too. I mean, you told me you loved me early on. I’m just wondering if it’s that easy to jump ship.’

‘It’s fake, you fucking asshole,’ You swear at him, so angry by what he’s implying, ‘He’s my friend and I do love him. But when I say I love you, I mean it with my whole heart. I mean it with a part of me that Jisung isn’t in. Where Isa isn’t in. Jeongin. Seungmin. Felix. Nobody is in that part but you, you fucked piece of crack.’

(Jisung almost crumbles with laughter… fucked piece of crack? What? But he holds it in until he’s red in the face)

Minho’s chin is taut before he steels himself and his voice comes out like a snarl,‘He said he loves you.’ 

‘Is this what this is about?’ You scoff, sounding nasty even to your own ears, but you’ve noticed the way he seems to redden with anguish and in this argument, that is the type of weakness you’re looking for, ‘Let me remind you that you haven’t said it throughout the whole relationship!’ 

Like an epiphany, you begin to question yourself. Your relationship. Your man…this man? How many times has it been you that chased after him? That you took the first step forward? How many times? 

Your whole gut drops into the black abyss inside of you. 

‘I wanted to!’ 

This is the first time you don’t believe what he says. Your head calls him a liar. 

You shake your head, ‘How the fuck am I supposed to know that, Minho?’ 

It’s when you go to walk away that panic overtakes Minho, ‘But I do-’ 

You turn around then, leaving both boys to stare after you, opting to ignore whatever comes out of your ex-boyfriend’s mouth. Minho starts to wonder to himself whether or not this is how you felt when he walked away from you that many times. If it broke you just as much it breaks him right now.  

You lie to yourself. Repeating lines in your head like a mantra. It makes it easy to walk away from him. 

You don’t need Minho. 

Fuck him. 

There’s plenty of others in the sea. Who cares about this one?

But your mouth is loyal and listens to the part that is fragile and falling to bits. 

Jisung looks on sadly. Never have the words that have come out of your mouth sound so heartbreaking. He whips his head around to Minho hurriedly, begging him with his eyes to say something. To say the words he’s sure that his friend wants to say. 

It’s like a nightmare. You say it so quietly and so brittle that Minho almost has to strain to hear it. He wants to say the words but he can’t. He can’t even open his mouth. With every passing second the words become like a bad smell. Never leaving. Not fixed with a spray of his favourite cologne. Not a quick wash through the washing machine. Leaving its permanent mark. 

‘You can’t even say it, Minho.’

J U S T  S A Y  I T

you have two boyfriends. one’s fake and the other a secret. one is avoiding love whilst the other is slowly opening himself to it. a story in which one’s cowardice, another’s insecurities and your own volition leads you here, overwhelmed and exhausted, in the middle of two best friends.

chapter forty : you can’t even say it 

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Picture Perfect Ch.2 - C.L

AN: Hello guys this is chapter 2 of picture perfect, so if you still haven't read the first chapter here is the link. This one took a while as this is the longest I have ever written. I am going to be adding a taglist on the bottom as well, so if you want to be on it let me know! I also included a Charles POV, so if you would like more of that let me know. And like always, give it a like and love you guys!

Summary: What happens when y/n goes to the club?

After Charles left, Amelio magically appeared. I told him about how Charles gave me a tour around the motorhome already, so we made our way to the garage. I was just shadowing him for the day, getting the feel for the job and how everything works, so I was just standing by Amelio's side as he was taking pictures of the cars and even the drivers. Occasionally Charles and I would make eye contact. He would give me a kind smile or even do a little wave. Me being the introvert I am, I would simply smile at the ground trying to hide the embarrassing redness creeping up my neck. 

When Amelio was taking pictures of Carlos's car I met Isa. She was very kind and sweet. We talked for a little bit as she figured I was new. Apparently Charles told Carlos who then told Isa that Charles invited me to the club tonight, so she offered that we get ready and go together. I took up her offer as we vibed pretty well and I could use a girl friend when I am at the track, so I am not too lonely. We exchanged numbers and she said she will come to my room to get ready. 

The race went amazing. Charles in P2 and Carlos in P3. A great way to start the season everyone said. It was an outer body experience to see and hear the cars go by, to smell the rubber from the car tires. I even got to be on the other side of the gate when the cars pulled up to podiums. When Charles got out of the car he ran up to the gate to give everyone hugs and high fives and soon as he was done he turned and saw me. I was just thinking I would get a little high five, but what I didn’t expect was to be swallowed by his arms and feel the heat from the race suit. It took me a second to process the hug but I eventually wrapped my arms around his neck, whispering congratulations in his ear. He whispered back a thank you and the warmth from his embrace was gone. I stood there watching him go over to the interviewer wondering what the actual fuck just happened. My heart was pounding so hard I thought I was going into cardiac arrest. Sure I had a few crushes in college just by seeing a cute boy, but this one was scary as I realized how much we were going to be near each other everyday and how just by a simple hug my mind was already jumping towards conclusions. 

I watched him on the podium waving at everyone and spraying champagne with a wide smile on his face. He looked so carefree and genuinely happy that I couldn’t help myself from pulling the camera up to my face and capture a couple of photos. 

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When I got back to my hotel room I couldn’t help myself from falling onto my bed. I couldn’t believe this was my life now. Traveling to different countries doing what I love, but more importantly having to be close to a certain driver, who in just one day already swept me off my feet. Just the thought of the little waves and that hug…. Oh my god that hug, I screamed into my pillow. My crushing session was cut short by a knock on my door. I walked up to it and opened it to a smiling Isa with two dresses, two pairs of heels, and a makeup bag in hand. I quickly let her in and she threw the dresses on the bed. 

“So I brought you a dress assuming you didn’t think you were gonna be going to a club after your first day of work!” I looked at the dresses and I’m sure the color on my face was draining. The dresses were both out of my comfort zone. One red and one black. The red was a short mini dress with no sleeves and straight neckline and a wide slit going from the hip up to where the boobs were. The black one looked like a slip on dress, spaghetti straps and a neckline that plunges waaayyyyy to low. So to put it in simple terms I was going to be showing too much boobage than I was comfortable with. 

“So which one do you want to wear?” 

“Ummmm the red one?” I said with a grimace. 

“Perfect! Now let’s go get dolled up!”

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Looking at the mirror I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I was never this bold with my makeup, but the smokey eye and red lip combo made my e/c pop and went perfect with my tanned complexion. The dress was skin tight and showed off my curves, the slit showed off my toned tummy with a little underboob peaking out. My hair was in a perfectly styled curled bun on the top of my head (courtesy of Isa). Isa looked stunning as well with her long blonde hair curled to the nines and the black dress. She convinced me to take a mirror selfie with her, she said and I quote “We look hot as shit.” I couldn’t help but agree with her as I have never felt so beautiful in my life. After the picture we decided it was time to head out to the club. The ride there was just us belting out our favorite 2000s hits. 

Before we even walked in I could hear the music and the liveliness of the club. I started to feel anxious walking up the steps. I was beginning to feel like this was a mistake stepping way out of my comfort zone. As we passed the line of people the bouncer let us through and the doors were opened. I had to squint my eyes as the strobe lights and smoke filled my sight. I grimaced as the smell of alcohol hit my nose. I was brought back to the time my roommate in college brought me to a frat party (which ended up with me throwing up in the front yard and swearing I would never drink again). 

Isa grabbed my hand and immediately dragged me to the bar. She waved over the bartender and ordered us each a shot of tequila. Her and I clinked our glasses together and downed the shot. I never was one to drink so I started coughing as I felt the burn throughout my throat. Isa just laughed at my inexperience. 

“Let's find the boys!” She yelled over the blaring music. 

It didn't take long for us to see the group of guys in the VIP section. I was starting to get nervous as we made our way up the steps, seeing all the drivers I would watch with my dad on Sunday’s. Carlos, who was right next to Charles, turns around and spots us first. He lets out a big HEYYYYYY which causes everyone to look in our direction. I felt the anxiety hit with so many eyes on me. The shot of tequila wore off so quickly and I lost the liquor courage.  

Carlos goes over to hug and kiss Isa, and I look down to give them some privacy. But that's when I see a pair of black dress shoes right in front of me. I look up to see the green eyes I have been obsessing over the entire day. 

“Hey.” He breathes out, a big smile adorned on his perfect fucking face. 

“Hi.” 

“You look absolutely amazing.” I take a second to look at what he is wearing. The black dress pants fitting just right, and a white dress shirt with a few of the top buttons being unbuttoned, giving me a good look at his toned chest. Ugh and don't get me started on how the rolled up sleeves showed off his tanned forearms (and his veins). 

“So do you.” I blurt out. He chuckled as I became red. He looked like he was gonna say something, but Isa grabbed my arm and yelled “Lets go dance!”. She dragged me down to the dance floor. It wasn’t too crowded, but I would occasionally have to mutter a sorry as I would bump into someone trying to follow Isa to the middle. 

At first I was just awkwardly swaying my hips, but after going back to the bar and doing a couple of shots, I started to feel loose and just let the music move my body. I was enjoying myself and for the first time I didn’t care, I was having fun and it felt so freeing. But as soon as I felt someone's hands on my waist, I went rigged. 

Charles POV

She looks beautiful. From the moment I saw her outside the motorhome I could tell she was a little bit shy, but absolutely breathtaking. Seeing her dance and let loose with Isa made my heart melt thinking about how she looks like she is having fun. When I saw her in that red dress oh my god I had to hold back my groan. The dress didn’t leave much to the imagination and I couldn’t help but think about how she would look like underne–

“Hey who is that guy with Y/N?” Carlos pulled me out of my thoughts. I squint my eyes to see some guy grabbing y/n’s waist and pressing her against him. I let out a growl as I see her looking uncomfortable, her eyes screaming for help. I didn’t say anything to Carlos as I quickly moved towards them. I pushed past everyone, not caring enough to say excuse me or sorry until I was by the guys side. 

“Excuse me, could you get your hands off my girl.” Both y/n and the boy turned towards me and I could see the surprise both on their faces. The boy seemed to recognize me and immediately took his hands off her waist and backed away. I turned back towards y/n.

“Are you okay?” 

“Yea… um thank you.” I could tell that she was drunk as she slurred her words together. 

“Do you want to go back to the hotel?”

“How about we go back after you dance with me?” I was shocked at her confidence, but how could i say no as she bites her lip and looks at me with her doe eyes. Before I could say anything back to her she grabbed my hands and wrapped them around her waist. I shivered when my hand swiped across the slit and I felt her burning skin. My heart pounding when she wrapped her arms around my neck. I looked at her, her eyes closed and a smile on her face as she moved to the beat of the song. Her body pressed up on mine made me the shy one. People were bumping into us but I didn't even care, she was intoxicating. 

Y/N POV

I have never been this confident in my life, but hearing him say my girl (even though I know it was just to get the guy off of me) and having seven shots of tequila, flipped a switch in me. Having his arms around me made me feel like I am on cloud nine. His thumb occasionally rubbing my bare skin made me dizzy. He was intoxicating. We danced for a couple of songs until Isa told us she was gonna go up to Carlos. 

“Should we go back to the hotel?” Charles asked. I looked up at him and that's when I started spinning. I stumbled out of hold as my sight started to get foggy. CHarles reached out for me helping me regain my balance.

“Woah there, I think it is time we bring you back.” I just nod, not trusting my words. 

We didn’t even say goodbye to the group, he just walked me straight out of the club holding me tight against his side. He brought me to his car and helped me sit down. If I was sober I probably would've said something about the Ferrari and how beautiful it was, but right now I am trying so hard not to be sick. We didn’t talk much on the ride back but he would occasionally ask how I am doing. 

We finally made it to the hotel and I hid my face into his shoulder just in case someone decided to snap a picture of us walking in together. When we came up to my door I unfortunately detached from his side. I turned my body so I was propped up against the door, and even through hooded eyes I could still say Charles was jaw dropping. In my drunken haze I moved my hand to touch his cheek, the stumble tickling my hand. 

“Do you want to come in?” I asked, dropping my hand. He laughed and my cheeks grew red. 

“I.. I didn’t mean it like that. I.. uh I have water and coffee in there if you just want to ta–”

“I know what you meant mon ange.” The heat on my face intensified with the nickname. 

“I have to wake up early to meet with the team, so I should probably head back to my room.” I tried to hide my disappointment as I said “Of course.” He leaned in and gave me a kiss on my forehead. The spot was still tingling as he pulled away. 

“Besides, I wouldn’t be able to control myself if I went in there.” He whispered in my ear. Before I could say anything he walked away. Once he went around the corner, I hurriedly went into my room. I ran towards my bed and jumped in it, grabbed my pillow and screamed into it. What the actual fuck just happened? 

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After the storm

And when the clock strikes twelve, will we be back to being strangers who never speak to each other?

⋆Pairing: Choi Yeonjun x fem!reader

⋆Genre: strangers to enemies to lovers, slow-burn,fluff, angst, slice of life,

*Warnings: Cursing and cussing here and there. Mention of hookups and slight sexual innuendo.

⟶ Summary- With the failure of your past relationship, you try to move on with closure and no regrets; which you fail miserably. You don't need help, but a shoulder to lean and cry on. But what if that shoulder belongs to a total stranger? or so you thought...

a/n: RAGHRAGHRAGHRAGH CHAP 2 NAAAA I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT :DDDD As always, feel free to leave an anon ask or dm if you have any suggestion, critics, or opinions. I would be very happy to hear them :) Thank you! -val! 🧸

⋆ Chapter II Part 1- Crushiecakes

Nagising ako na naka hilata sa kama ko. Nakapilipit ang isang binti sa unan at may naninigas pa na laway sa giid ng labi. Teka, kung ganoon...sino ang nagdala sa akin dito..? SI FELIX BA?? SHUTA! Kinilig ako ng ma-imagine ko itsura namin kagabi...

Joke lang, loyal ako kay hooniebear ko. EME!

Mabilis akong tumayo at tumakbo pababa. Nadatnan ko si Kuya Jake na nagluluto na ng tanghalian. Nandoon din si Chaewon at Giselle.

"HUY MHIEEE!" SIgaw ni Chae bago tumakbo para yakapin ako.

Niyakap ko si Chae at Gisele habang tinatapik ang ulo nila ng biglang may kumaltok sa batok ko.

"Tignan mo yung oras oh, Alas-Dyis na. May seminar ka pa mamaya. Tsk tsk"

"Sorry na, 'to naman eh. Basang-basa na nga ako kagabi oh, maawa ka naman..."

"ANO?! ANONG BASA?" Natatarantang tanong ni kuya. Grabe talaga mag-isip to si kuya, ang lala.

"Tanga, ang lakas ng ulan kahapon, dumi talaga ng isip neto eh" tinarayan ko siya.

Nagtatakang mga mukha ang lumingon sa akin. TInitigan nila ako bago sila tumingin sa isa't isa.

"Ulan? Parang wala naman akong natatandaang may ulan kahapon. Epekto lang ng kalasingan mo yannn HAHAHAHHAHA" Sambit ni Ni-Ki.

"Ulol HAHAHAHA Baka sa area lang Pasay may ulan" dagdag ni Giselle.

Nagchikahan lang kami habang nag-aalmusal, parang namiss ata nila ako, ems

Pagkatapos kumain, naghanda na ako para sa seminar namin mamaya. Sino ba kasi nagpa-uso ng seminar kahit Sabado? Ta's required pa. Hmph. Okay lang yan Y/n, para 'to sa future mo, future niyo ni Sungho-AY EME.

On the bright side, another excuse 'to para makita ang aking beloved Hooniebear. Kababata namin siya. Kaso lumipat sila ng bahay causing him to switch schools. Ngayong college year, he transferred to the same university I go to. Para bang, tinadhana talaga kami eh 'noh? KEME!

Now, he lives just a block away from our house, pero hindi na kami gaanong close dahil sa tagal naming hindi nakita. Pero close pa rin siya kay Kuya Jake. Since then, I liked him, and I still do now. Para siyang naging default crush ko. Every time I experience a heartbreak or minor inconvenience in a relationship, my heart runs back to him. Para bang, pakiramdam ko siya ang sasagip sa'kin. At yun, 'nak, ang love story ng mommy at daddy niyo. AY, CHAROT!

Kasabay ko si Lee Know lumabas as usual since parehas kami ng course at kailangan namin ummattend sa seminar na 'to. Pero dahil diyan, palagi kaming napag-kakamalang may something. Matagal na naming kaibigan si Lee Know kaya super close talaga kaming dalawa. Siy yung tipong kaibigan na pag na-leak ang gc, puwede siyang makulong. Pero minsan may limitations din ang pagiging close namin, lalo na in public. Mabilis kumalat ang chismis at fake news sa uni, baka makarating pa kay Hoon, baka mawalan siya ng gana. AY! DELULU LANG?

Mahaba-haba rin ang biyahe papunta sa uni, kaya sinalpak ko muna ang earphone ko sa tenga ko.

[You Belong With Me (Taylor's Version)]

♫ Taylor Swift ♫

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Pagdating ko sa uni, unang bumungad ang tarpaulin na may mukha ni Sunghoon. SIya kasi yung model ng "APPLY NOW" poster namin. Gets ko kung bakit siya ang kinuha, kahit sino naman, mapapahanga pag nasilayan nila ang kaguwapuhan niya. I'm happy for him, kaso hindi ko na siya ma-gagatekeep. Aw.

Nakakaantok yung seminar. Bahagya akong tumitingin kay Hoon, pasulyap-sulyap lang, gano'n.

Siya yung tipo na para bang lahat nasa kanya na. I bet he will treat me better than that douche. Kaka-ahon ko lang sa break-up pero may tinititgnan nanaman ako. I mean, masisisi mo ba ako? Nakaka-akit talaga yung tingin niya. Siguro, kung siya yung minahal ko, wala na akong ibang hihingin.

Sobrang lalim ng iniisip ko na hindi ko napansin na tinititigan ko pala si Sunghoon ng deretsahan at naka-awang ang labi. SHET! NAKA TINGIN DIN SIYA! GAANO AKO KA-TAGAL NAKATINGIN SA KANYA?!

Initsa ko ang ulo ko sa kabilang direksiyon sa sobrang hiya. Bahagyang napatawa si Sunghoon. Nakita din ata ng mga seatmates niya. Tumalon nalang kaya ako sa bangin (para lang iyong sagipin AY CORNY).

Habang tinatago ko ang mukha ko sa likod ng binder, tinignan ko ang gc namin na sumasabog sa chat. Gagi, nakita ni Lee Know. Chismoso panaman 'yan.

Pag-ring ng bell ay agad akong tumayo perO hindi ako agad umalis para hindi masyadong awkward.

Teka...lumalapit ba siya..? LORD! PUWEDE BA 'TO?! Napagtanto ko na mas awkward pala kapag naiwan kaming dalawa, kaya binilisan ko ang pag-lakad. Kaso nagsisiksikan ang mga estudyante sa may pinto, kahit anong bilis ko, hindi rin ako makakaraan. Palapit na siya! Lord, kayo na ang bahala sa'kin.

"Miss Sim?" dahan-dahan akong lumingon. Shet, lalong umawkward.

"Sim Y/n, right? Do you have something you want to tell me?"

Natulala ako ng marinig ko ang boses niya. The way my name rolled off his lips made me dizzy.

"A-ah wala nammmmman" Y/N UMAYOS KA! KEEP YOUR CALM!

"Oh," Tumango siya. "Kapatid ka ni Jake, right? Who would've thought na magiging ganito pala kaganda ang kapatid ni Jake. Buti hindi ka nagmana sa kuya mo haha" ANG CUTE NG NGITI NIYA SHET.

...Teka..ako? maganda? MAGANDA DAW AKO! WALA KAYO SA'KIN! YES G NANALO RIN!

"Ako nga pala si Sunghoon. Nice to meet you." Sabi niya habang inooffer ang kamay niya habang nakangiti.

GRABE, PATI ATA ATAY KO KINIKILIG!

"Sim Y/n, nice to meet you rin."

Kinamayan ko siya habang pinapakiramdaman ang kinis ng kanyang palad. NAHAWAKAN KO NA KAMAY NIYA! PUWEDE NA AKONG MAMUHAY NG MAPAYAPA!

"Hey um, if you want, we can go for coffee, maybe? Or take a snack?" IS HE ASKING ME OUT?????

"SUre, I'd love to!" Landi mo ses! piyok ka naman nang piyok.

Tumambay lang kami sa malapit na coffee shop habang nagkukuwentuhan.

"What did your kuya say about me?"

"Mabait, malinis, ta's pogi." AY, TUMATAPANG SI IDOL!

Napatawa siya. Nakakatunaw talaga yung ngiti niya

"But do you think I am?" Bigla niyang sinabi. Nabulunan ako sa iced coffee ko. "Hm?"

"Sa tingin mo pogi talaga ako?"

Hindi ko mapigilan ang paglunok ko ng laway. Sobrang halata na ako at this point.

"Siyempre naman haha." Hooniebear kita eh.

Pagkatapos ng mahabang kuwentuhan, nagpaalam na kami sa isa't isa.

Mahaba ulit ang biyahe pauwi, traffic pa.

[Enchanted (Taylor's Version)]

♫ Taylor Swift ♫

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This is me praying that, this is the very first page, not where the storyline ends.....

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Chapter II Part 2 is up!

*I had to separate them because of the 10 image limit in tumblr 😭

anyways I hope you guys liked this part xoxo

[shelbydelrey]

Hello, Isa!

Since we don't know your oc (s)...

Sunflower - What name(s) were you originally thinking of calling your OC?

Daisy - What inspired you to create your OC?

Thank you for sending these in, Flor 🤗 You sort of know this OC of mine. She's the Y/N from Solace, the story i ended deleting, and if i remember correctly you were quite enthusiastic about her 😁 So let me introduce you to her properly!

Sunflower: Her name was always Evelyn. No other name felt as natural as this one.

Daisy: She was born in a fic that i posted in celebration for K's 1.5 milestone last september. It was called Misery Loves Company and it's still in my masterlist to this day, but back then i didn't know how to write multi-chapter stories so i ended up abandoning it. I gave a second try with Solace, because i wanted to explore Evelyn's relationship with Tommy and Arthur pretty badly, but the same problem of overwhelm stroke me again. I'm still writing her story but with more patience and enjoying the experience of learning how to write a series properly!

Here's a moodboard that i made for her:

Let me introduce you to some of my OCS through this ASK GAME!

[maggie-004]

(Un-) Lucky coincidence – 16

Jenna Ortega x Fem reader

Summary: Under the golden hues of the setting sun, Y/N and Jenna's blossoming relationship was revealed accidentally during a beach day with Toni and her friends, Nova, Isa, and Shirli. Laughter, water fights, and heartfelt conversations strengthened their bonds, culminating in a joint session that deepened their connection as the night grew cozy and tired.

Warnings: Fluff, Language, mention of substances such as Alcohol and weed

Words: 5700

As my impromptu DJing session came to an end, I noticed that Jenna and Toni were beginning to prepare themselves for the day. With each of them taking their time, approximately 40 minutes, I saw this as the perfect window of opportunity to challenge myself. Stepping out of my comfort zone, I decided to dive headfirst into a completely new venture – vlogging.

Drawing inspiration from Toni's expertise in creating captivating videos, I started to gather all my recordings from our Madeira Trip. The serene path of my morning walk and the breathtaking landscapes from our hike were all on my vlogging agenda. The natural beauty of Madeira lent itself effortlessly to the camera. As I watched the videos I took the previous days, a mixture of excitement and trepidation washed over me. This was uncharted territory, a creative realm where I could share my experiences and emotions in a whole new way. The gentle rustling of leaves, the distant symphony of nature, and the soft sunlight filtering through the trees all contributed to the visual tapestry I aimed to weave. After gathering the videos, at least the appropriate ones, where Jenna and I wouldn’t leak our relationship I started to rethink my decision but stayed with my idea. Seeing myself on camera like this was a bit surreal, but there was an undeniable sense of empowerment in capturing and immortalizing those cherished moments. With raw footage at my disposal, I began the process of weaving these scenes together, attempting to craft a narrative that would both engage and resonate with potential viewers. Feeling a bit bolder, I approached Toni and sought her permission to utilize her setup to film the vlog's intro. She wholeheartedly supported the idea, and I positioned myself in front of the camera, ready to share my thoughts and experiences with the world. Speaking directly to the lens felt simultaneously strange and exhilarating it’s different from streaming, I basically talk to myself right now, but it got better, as if I was inviting the audience into a private corner of my world. As I delved into the footage from our hike, I realized that Jenna's presence was intricately intertwined with mine throughout. Her laughter, her animated conversations, and her genuine enthusiasm for our surroundings all made appearances. While there might not have been overt displays of romance in those scenes, her mere presence will make the comments burn with questions again. But it didn’t matter to me they burn on our Instagram as well so it won’t make a difference.

With the pieces of the vlog slowly but surely coming together, I found myself traversing a spectrum of emotions – a sense of accomplishment for venturing into uncharted creative territory, an overwhelming gratitude for the moments I had been fortunate enough to capture, and a touch of vulnerability as I prepared to share this very personal journey with the world. But of course it wasn’t done yet. Jenna and I will stay 4 more days here so a lot to film along the days. Once both Jenna and Toni were ready, we reconvened downstairs for what we playfully referred to as my "second breakfast." What made our mealtime so effortless was the harmonious bond we shared. Being fellow vegetarians, our breakfast choices were delightfully aligned. Avocado toast with eggs had become our staple, a daily ritual that was as comforting as it was delicious. And of course, no breakfast was complete without a steaming cup of coffee to accompany it. As we gathered around the table, Toni's music box filled the air with an eclectic mix of tunes. The sound seemed to complement the atmosphere perfectly, infusing our morning with an extra dose of positivity. The kitchen and living room merged in Toni's cozy space, and with the music creating a vibrant backdrop, we engaged in lively conversation and shared laughter. Our dynamic was easy and natural, a testament to the strong bond that had formed between us. We talked about our plans for the day, Toni suggested for us all to go to the beach together and for us to meet some of her streaming friends, as they are visiting madeira right now as well, such as Nova, Isa and Shirli. I only know them from twitch and Shirli from TikTok but they all seem super sweet so I was a little excited. Our conversations flowed effortlessly, much like the music that surrounded us.

Following our hearty breakfast, Jenna and I shared a mutual sentiment – it was only fair that we take on the task of doing the dishes while Toni went about her plans. We knew that her plans likely involved coordinating activities with the other members of the group, it was Nova Isa and Shirli, I knew them from Twitch and Shirli from TikTok. I am a little nervous to meet them but they seem super sweet at least from their content but we let Toni take the time she needed and it felt only right to give her the space she for all the organization. Jenna, always considerate, took a moment to ask Toni to ensure that her presence was welcome despite not being a streamer like the rest of us. Toni's reassuring nod was all Jenna needed to feel at ease, and she even managed to flash a playful grin before Toni left the room. With the kitchen to ourselves, Jenna and I embarked on the task at hand. While washing dishes might not be the most exciting activity, the camaraderie and shared responsibility seemed to transform it into a pleasant endeavor. There was a certain comfort in doing everyday chores with someone you cared deeply about, a feeling that added an extra layer of warmth to our already blossoming relationship. As we rinsed and scrubbed, I couldn't help but glance over at Jenna every now and then. Her concentration, her gentle laughter at a shared joke, and the way her eyes lit up as she spoke about various topics – these were the little things that made my heart flutter. When the last dish was dried and put away, Jenna turned to me with that mischievous twinkle in her eyes that I had come to adore. She pulled me in close, her voice a soft whisper that seemed to dance with the air around us. "I really love it here with you," she confessed, her words sending a wave of affection cascading over me. Our noses almost touched as she continued, "And Toni, she's amazing. But you… you're the reason this place feels like home." Her words resonated deep within me, touching a place I had kept hidden for so long. Before I could respond, Jenna closed the remaining distance between us, her lips meeting mine in a tender, heartfelt kiss. It was a moment that seemed to suspend time, a moment that transcended the ordinary and became something extraordinary. Breaking the kiss, our eyes locked, and I couldn't help but smile. "I love it here too," I said, my voice a gentle declaration of my emotions. "I can imagine us living here one day, surrounded by this beauty. But most of all, I enjoy being here because of you. You complete me in a way I never thought possible, Jenna." The sincerity in my words mirrored the depth of my feelings, and I could feel the weight of them between us. Jenna's eyes shimmered with a mixture of joy and affection. "You're my anchor, Y/N. In this stunning place, in this beautiful moment, it's you who grounds me, who makes everything feel right." She leaned in for another kiss, sealing our words with the sweetness of our connection. As we pulled away, I couldn't resist the urge to peck her nose affectionately, a gesture that had become our little tradition. The sound of our laughter seemed to fill the air, blending with the happiness that was palpable in every shared smile and stolen glance.

In that moment, as if on cue, Toni reentered the kitchen with a playful glint in her eyes. "Oh, am I disturbing the two lovebirds at the moment?" she quipped, a mischievous grin tugging at the corner of her lips. Jenna and I exchanged a knowing glance, the amusement evident in our eyes, and a shared giggle escaped us. I was the first to respond, a playful smile on my face as I said, "Oh, not at all, Toni. Just a moment of enjoying the kitchen's romantic ambiance." We all shared a laugh, as Toni leaned casually against the countertop. "Love, huh?" Toni mused with a raised eyebrow, her tone lighthearted. "Well, I won't intrude on your lovey-dovey moments any longer." Her teasing tone only endeared her more to us, and I appreciated how comfortable she was with our growing connection. As we began to talk about the plans for the day, Toni's expression shifted to one of genuine excitement. "Anyways, the others are completely fine with you two coming with me," she informed us, her enthusiasm palpable. "In fact, they're excited to meet you both. I mentioned that we'd gather at the beach in about 20 minutes, so let's pack our essentials and don't forget the sunscreen." The prospect of meeting the rest of Toni's friends filled me with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. It was one thing to feel at home with Jenna and Toni, but a whole new experience to meet new people. Still, the excitement radiating from Toni was infectious, and I couldn't help but catch her enthusiasm. Jenna's eyes lit up at the mention of the beach, her excitement matching Toni's. "I can't wait to meet everyone," she chimed in, her voice filled with genuine enthusiasm. "And a beach day sounds perfect, especially in this gorgeous weather." I nodded in agreement, a smile curving my lips. "Definitely, and it's a great opportunity to experience more of Madeira's beauty. Plus, the beach is the ideal place to unwind and have some fun."

As we readied ourselves for the day's adventure, I meticulously checked my bag, ensuring that I had everything I might need. Especially my book and headphones were tucked safely inside, ready to provide some entertainment and solace whenever needed. After a short while, we all reconvened in the living room, a collective excitement buzzing in the air. Toni's voice broke the anticipation as she asked, "Are you guys ready?" I exchanged a glance with Jenna, a smile tugging at the corners of our lips. "Ready as ever," I replied with a genuine eagerness. "I'm so excited to finally meet Nova, Isa, and Shirli. They seem incredibly sweet, and Nova, your 'Wörmli' Nova’s nickname – I can't wait to see if you two have the same energy off-stream." Laughter filled the room, and Toni joined in, her giggle music to my ears. "Oh, don't worry, we do. I promise," she assured us, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

With our spirits high, we made our way to Toni's car, anticipation radiating from each of us. As we settled in, I took control of the aux cable. I queued up "ZART" by Nimo, a rap song in German that had quickly become a favorite of mine. Surprisingly, even Jenna found herself vibing to the rhythm, her determination to learn German adding an extra layer of enjoyment as she caught a few familiar phrases. Toni and I shared a knowing smile; music truly had a universal language. Eager to keep the good vibes flowing, I introduced them to more German rap tracks, each beat infusing the car with an infectious energy. As the lyrics flowed, I watched as Toni and Jenna bobbed their heads to the rhythm, a sight that only amplified my joy. It was incredible how music could unite people from different backgrounds and create such a harmonious atmosphere. We continued our car ride, the German rap serving as the backdrop to our laughter-filled conversations. The Friendship between us was undeniable. I could sense that this day was going to be an unforgettable one. After about 15 minutes, the breathtaking view of the beach came into view, the golden sands and azure waters stretching out before us. Toni parked the car, and we all hopped out, the excitement in the air palpable. As I took in the sight, I couldn't help but be in awe of Madeira's natural beauty. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore was like a soothing melody, welcoming us to this coastal paradise. Of course I filmed this for the vlog and I filmed a few parts of the car ride."Wow, this place is amazing," Jenna exclaimed, her eyes wide with wonder. I couldn't agree more; the beach's serenity was a stark contrast to the lively music-filled car ride, and it felt like stepping into another world. With a shared sense of anticipation, we made our way closer to the water's edge, the sand cool beneath our feet. Toni's friends were scheduled to arrive shortly, and the excitement of making new connections danced in the air.

As we stood on the sun-kissed beach, the gentle sea breeze tugging at our hair, I felt a rush of excitement coursing through me. My eyes eagerly scanned the area for the trio of new friends that Toni had been eagerly telling us about. It didn't take long for my gaze to land on them – a statuesque, radiant blonde woman who could only be Nova (also known as Antonia/Toni), a smaller blonde figure who exuded a friendly aura, likely Isa, and an even smaller woman with beautifully coiled, curly black hair, unmistakably Shirli. Their unique appearances matched the descriptions Toni had shared, and the anticipation bubbled within me.  Toni's exuberant wave caught their attention, causing them to quicken their steps. As they drew near, I couldn't help but notice the genuine smiles lighting up their faces, mirroring our own excitement. Jenna and I stood beside Toni, feeling a mixture of eagerness and a touch of shyness in the face of this new encounter. A series of warm embraces marked our introduction. One by one, they approached, their energy vibrant and their spirits welcoming. "Hi, I'm Antonia, but under the circumstances, I think it's better if you'd call me Nova," the tall blonde woman introduced herself with an infectious laugh. Her easygoing nature immediately put me at ease, and I could understand why she had such a strong presence in the online community. "I'm Isa," chimed the smaller blonde woman with a friendly smile, radiating warmth and approachability, she also seemed very chilled. "And I'm Shirli, nice to meet y'all," the woman with the curly black hair greeted us with a genuine grin, her energy radiating like a beacon. When it was my turn, I hugged each of them a surge of excitement and gratitude for this unique moment. "I'm Y/N. It's an absolute pleasure to meet all of you," I said, my voice brimming with genuine enthusiasm. To stand here, face-to-face with these remarkable women who had carved their own paths in the world of streaming and content creation, was both exhilarating and humbling. Jenna's voice joined the chorus of introductions as she chimed in, "Hi, my name's Jenna. I'm really looking forward to getting to know you all." Her smile was a mix of curiosity and openness, a testament to her welcoming nature. This was Jenna's first time stepping into Toni's world, and I couldn't help but admire her courage and willingness to embrace new experiences. As we exchanged our pleasantries and the initial excitement settled, it became evident that the easy mood we had cultivated online translated seamlessly into the real world. The conversations flowed naturally, as if we were old friends reuniting after a long time apart. The transition from online avatars to real-life individuals felt remarkably fluid, a testament to the authenticity of the connections we had formed through our shared passions

Jenna and I had made a conscious decision to keep our relationship under wraps, at least for the time being. While we were excited to connect with Nova, Isa, and Shirli, we felt it was best to let our interactions unfold naturally without the added context of our romantic involvement. As we waded into the sea, the cool water caressing our skin, the excitement was palpable. The camaraderie between us and our new friends was growing, and the prospect of spending the day together filled the air with a sense of adventure. As the waves gently lapped at our legs, I watched Jenna's eyes light up with a mix of exhilaration and trepidation. Suddenly, her expression shifted to one of shock, and she let out a yelp, jumping into my arms. "Oh my fucking god, something touched my foot, babe!" she exclaimed and jumped into my arms, her voice a blend of surprise and mild panic. In that split second, all pretenses dissolved, and the words tumbled out without restraint. The realization that she had inadvertently referred to me as "babe" in front of our new friends washed over her, turning her cheeks a deep shade of crimson. I felt my own cheeks mirror her embarrassment, a rosy hue painting my skin as well. Nova, Isa, and Shirli turned their attention to us, while Toni just chuckled at this scenario, their curious gazes taking in the unexpected interaction. Jenna and I exchanged a sheepish glance, our secret inadvertently laid bare. Despite our best intentions, there was no denying the genuine affection that had slipped through in that unguarded moment. A knowing smile curved Nova's lips, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Well, well, it seems we have some undercover lovebirds in our midst," she teased, her tone light and friendly. Isa and Shirli exchanged amused glances, and their laughter mingled with the sound of the waves. While our intention to keep our relationship private had momentarily faltered, the atmosphere remained relaxed and jovial. There was no judgment or discomfort, only a shared understanding that connections could take many forms. Jenna and I chuckled, the tension lifting as quickly as it had arrived. "You caught us," I admitted, a playful grin tugging at the corners of my mouth. "We were trying to keep things low-key for now, but I suppose the sea had other plans." Isa's laughter tinkled like wind chimes, her warm gaze embracing us. "No worries at all. Love is a beautiful thing, whether it's out in the open or waiting to be revealed." Shirli, with her infectious energy, chimed in, "Yeah, just imagine the suspense you've created for us! We'll be eagerly awaiting your next 'slip'." Her wink conveyed a sense of camaraderie that put us at ease. As the waves continued to dance around us, I wrapped my arms around Jenna, the openness of the moment giving us permission to be ourselves. "Well, consider the suspense lifted," I said with a grin, looking into Jenna's eyes. "Yes," she added, matching my smile, "we're Jenna and Y/N, and we're absolutely head over heels for each other." The laughter that followed was music to our ears, a symphony of understanding and acceptance. Our secret was out, but the bonds we had formed only grew stronger after all they are secret keepers now.

As the sun painted the sky with hues of gold and the sea stretched out before us in endless shades of blue, an unexpected burst of energy rippled through our group. Laughter and playfulness took over, carried by the gentle waves that embraced our bodies. And in the midst of this tranquil scene, Shirli, with her mischievous spirit, seized an opportunity that none of us saw coming. With a twinkle in her eye, Shirli moved with the grace of a mermaid, sneaking up behind Toni, who was blissfully unaware of the impending water assault. In a matter of seconds, Shirli's hands reached out, pulling Toni under the water with a delighted splash. Laughter erupted like a symphony as Toni's playful protests joined the chorus. "Woah, come here, you little shit! You're not getting away with that!" Toni's laughter was infectious, carrying across the sea breeze. Her determination to retaliate was evident in her voice, and her eyes sparkled with a mixture of amusement and challenge. With that, the tranquil moment transformed into a full-blown water fight, a joyful chaos that transcended age and roles. As water droplets danced in the air, the alliances that had formed earlier vanished in the excitement. It was everyone against everyone – a free-for-all that broke down any remaining barriers. Jenna and I exchanged a grin before our shared mischievous intent ignited. Armed with laughter as our weapon, we joined forces, our hands cupping the sea's offerings. Our aim was precise, and our laughter mixed with the splashes as our targets – Isa, Nova, and even Shirli – found themselves the victims of our watery ambush. Isa retaliated with a spirited vengeance, and soon enough, the beach echoed with joyful shouts, splashing water, and the pure exhilaration of the moment. Each of us embraced our inner child, casting aside inhibitions and responsibilities in favor of carefree joy. The water became a playground, and the beach witnessed the creation of memories that would linger for years to come. As the sun continued its slow descent toward the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow across the scene, we all found ourselves eventually wading back to the shore, our clothes clinging to our skin, our laughter echoing like a cherished melody. Wet and windswept, we collapsed onto the sand, breathless and elated. Toni, her hair dripping and her eyes sparkling, looked around at our ragtag group. "Well, I must say, this was quite the unexpected turn of events," she said, her voice a playful mix of exhaustion and contentment. Isa, her laughter still ringing in the air, chimed in, "Unexpected, but absolutely worth it. Nothing like a good old water fight to remind us of the pure joy in simple moments." Shirli, her hair a tangle of damp curls, nodded enthusiastically. "Agreed! And just think, this is only the beginning. Who knows what other adventures we'll stumble upon?"

As the laughter and water fights subsided, a serene calm settled over us, mirroring the gentle descent of the sun on the horizon. The golden hues painted the sky in breathtaking shades of orange and pink, creating a mesmerizing backdrop for the scene that had just unfolded. With the weight of our secret lifted, Jenna and I could finally embrace the authenticity of our feelings, our newfound freedom allowing us to revel in the simple pleasure of each other's company. Jenna nestled back into my arms, her warmth a perfect complement to the soft embrace of the fading sunlight. Our gazes locked, and time seemed to slow as the world around us faded into the background. In that shared gaze, emotions danced – affection, admiration, and the unspoken promise of a love that was both profound and exhilarating. Softly, barely above a whisper, I spoke, my words carried by the gentle breeze that rustled our hair, "You know, Jenna, you are so beautiful that it's almost painful." A playful grin tugged at Jenna's lips, her eyes sparkling with both mischief and tenderness. "Oh, please," she retorted, her voice playful. "Says the one who practically has a permanent halo of beauty around them. Have you ever looked in a mirror lately?" With that teasing exchange, we found ourselves inching closer, our hearts in sync as our lips drew nearer. And in that fleeting moment, beneath the canvas of the sunset-painted sky, our love became tangible. The world seemed to pause as our lips brushed in a delicate, innocent kiss – a sweet affirmation of our feelings, a celebration of this newfound chapter of our journey. Little did we know, Shirli, the ever-vigilant TikToker, had captured this poignant moment of course for our eyes only. Armed with her waterproof case-protected phone, she documented our kiss, preserving the essence of our shared affection against the backdrop of the breathtaking sunset. The resulting images, filled with the colors of the sun's descent, would serve as timeless reminders of this precious instant. As we pulled apart, the sound of the gently lapping waves serenaded us, a symphony of nature's beauty harmonizing with the emotions that swelled within us. And then came Nova's voice, a playful yet genuine comment that effortlessly cut through the quiet moment, "You two are so incredibly cute, it's almost impossible to watch without smiling." Jenna and I shared a knowing glance, our cheeks tinged with the warmth of shared laughter. As the sun continued its slow descent, casting its golden embrace over the sea and the souls it touched, we found ourselves lost in a comfortable silence. With the sun's last rays casting a warm embrace over the horizon, we reluctantly made our way out of the water, our skin kissed by the sea breeze. The sand clung to our skin, a reminder of the delightful moments we had shared in the waves. After drying ourselves off, we returned to our towels, the soft fabric a comforting contrast to the coolness of the evening air. The decision to continue our camaraderie over dinner seemed like a natural progression. Madeira's relaxed drinking age of 18 added an exciting element to our evening plans – a chance for all of us to unwind and enjoy each other's company in a different setting. With the promise of a delicious meal and the prospect of drinks to come, our group's dynamic remained as lively and harmonious as ever. As we sat around the table, the ambiance was one of easy camaraderie and light-hearted conversation. Toni and Isa recounted a hilarious mishap from one of their recent streams, while Shirli shared an anecdote from her latest TikTok endeavor. Laughter punctuated our stories, the shared laughter reinforcing the sense of unity that had formed between us.

When the plates arrived, laden with a variety of tantalizing dishes, our spirits soared. There was an unspoken agreement among us to share our meals, to savor the diverse flavors that our choices had brought to the table. Forks were exchanged, bites were offered, and amidst the delightful chaos of exchanging food, our bond deepened further. It was a testament to the openness that had blossomed within this newfound friendship. As the meal progressed, so did our conversation, seamlessly shifting from one topic to another. We spoke about our respective creative processes, the challenges and joys of content creation, and even delved into discussions about life beyond the screens. The conversation flowed naturally, an indication of the connections we had already formed in such a short span of time. After indulging in a few rounds of drinks, laughter, and shared experiences, the evening took on a cozy glow. We decided to head back to Toni's house, a place that had quickly become a hub of comfort and belonging. There, in the warmth of the familiar surroundings, we could continue our festivities without any constraints. As we settled into the living room, the clinking of glasses and the bubbling conversations filled the air. Toni and Shirli, who had abstained from drinking earlier, now joined in the merriment, toasting to new friendships and shared moments. The easygoing atmosphere that had characterized the day carried into the evening, the laughter flowing as freely as the drinks. As the night wore on, our conversations took on a more introspective tone. We spoke about our dreams and aspirations, our journeys and the lessons we had learned along the way. It was a raw, unfiltered exchange of thoughts, each person contributing their unique perspective. There was a sense of genuine connection – a feeling that we had found kindred spirits in each other. Under the soft glow of the living room lights, the bonds of friendship grew stronger. We shared stories, laughter, and a few more drinks, the memories of this day etching themselves into our hearts. As the night deepened and our laughter echoed through the cozy living room, a sense of warmth and togetherness enveloped us. The effect of the drinks was palpable, casting a soft haze over our conversations and making the atmosphere feel even more comfortable. The camaraderie we had built throughout the day remained steadfast, bridging any gaps between us.

With a playful twinkle in her eye, Toni raised an unexpected suggestion. "Hey, does anyone want to share a joint with me?" Her question hung in the air for a moment, and it didn't take long for me to respond, my inhibitions slightly lifted by the evening's festivities. "Yeah, sure, why not? You only live once, right?" My words were met with chuckles and nods of agreement from the rest of the group. It seemed that the idea resonated with everyone. Jenna's voice joined in the chorus of assent. "Count me in," she said, her eyes alight with a mix of curiosity and excitement. The room was filled with an air of anticipation, a sense of adventure that came with trying something new together. As the designated "joint master," Toni set about preparing our experience. With an air of expertise, she skillfully rolled two joints, blending a touch of tobacco from mine and Jenna's cigarettes. It was a communal effort, a symbol of the connections we had formed throughout the day. The scent of the freshly rolled joints hung in the air, a blend of earthiness and a hint of something unknown. Toni expertly lit the first joint and took a thoughtful drag. The ember glowed in the dim light, casting a soft radiance on her face. One by one, we passed the joint around, the ritual becoming a shared experience that deepened our sense of unity. As the smoke swirled and intertwined with the conversations, the room seemed to take on a dreamlike quality. The effects of the joint began to settle in, lending an ethereal quality to our interactions. Our conversations flowed freely, touching on a myriad of topics, from the profound to the lighthearted. We shared personal anecdotes, philosophized about life, and even delved into spontaneous bursts of laughter that seemed to come from the depths of our souls. The passage of time became fluid, as the room filled with stories, laughter, and a sense of connection that transcended the words we spoke. The shared experience of trying something new together forged an unbreakable bond, creating memories that would forever be woven into the tapestry of our friendship. As the joints slowly burned down and the night continued its journey, a quiet contentment settled over us. Our eyes may have been a little heavier, and our laughter a little more carefree, but the joy of the moment remained undiminished. s the night grew deeper and our relaxed state settled into a cozy tiredness, the day's events began to catch up with us. The laughter and camaraderie had gradually transformed into a comfortable weariness, a natural transition from the adventures and connections we had shared. With the passing hours, the effects of the joint and the drinks blended into a gentle sense of drowsiness that welcomed us like a soft embrace.

As we dispersed to find our sleeping spots for the night, Toni and Nova headed to Toni's bedroom, their bond as friends clearly extending to being roommates for the night. Isa and Shirli found comfort on the couch, each likely lost in the comforting embrace of sleep. Jenna and I, like the previous night, retired to our designated room, but not without taking care of the residue of the sea and sand that clung to our skin so the other ones were discussing who could use the bathroom first when Jenna and I grinned at each other. Toni's well-equipped home provided us with the luxury of choice, and the availability of three bathrooms made the process swift. We exchanged smiles as we passed each other on our way to our respective showers, the tiredness evident in our eyes but the contentment of the day's memories still lingering. For Jenna and me, the shared shower from the previous day had proven to be a comfortable and intimate experience, something that we decided to recreate in our state of drowsy relaxation. With a knowing glance, we stepped into the shower together. The warm water cascaded over us, enveloping us in its soothing embrace. The sensations of the day seemed to intensify in the intimacy of the moment, the connection we had deepening with each touch, each stolen kiss. The combined effects of the alcohol and the joint further lowered our inhibitions, allowing us to truly revel in the tenderness of the moment. Time seemed to stretch as we moved slowly, a dance of shared moments and soft laughter. The steam-filled room became a haven of whispers and gentle caresses, our bodies moving in a rhythm only we could understand. The familiarity of each other's forms, the delight in the curves and contours that made us unique, was both grounding and exhilarating. With each touch, we seemed to discover something new about each other, even though we were already so intimately acquainted. Our hands traced the lines of each other's skin, memorizing the sensations that would linger long after this night. The quiet giggles that punctuated our movements were a testament to the shared joy we felt, a testament to how seamlessly our lives had intertwined. As the water droplets slipped down our bodies and mingled with the residue of the day, we shared lingering kisses, each one a promise of the love and connection we shared. The world outside seemed to fade, leaving only the two of us in this private sanctuary of sensations and emotions. The moments turned into eternity, and as the water began to cool, we reluctantly emerged from the shower, our bodies refreshed and our hearts a little fuller. Wrapped in towels, our bodies glistening from the water, we nestled into the bed we shared. The events of the day, the shared laughter, the connections made, and the shared shower had created a bond that felt unbreakable. We closed our eyes and drifted into sleep, in probably less than 5 minutes.

[njmweb]

this is going to be super corny ok !

@heartjnh - (maybe you'll see this maybe not) god where do i even start . you are quite literally the best thing that happened to me and i cannot stress enough on that . i was acc so happy when we could finally talk yesterday n ive been thinking of our conversation still . you're so cute adorable amazing n everything n you're always there to support me no matter what n i feel so happy knowing that i have you , really . we've known each other for a while now n i often still read our texts from when we first talked . you're all i asked for n youre js so perfect . from our stupid inside jokes to js being an amazing person i can rely on , you're everything . i hate being mushy but i genuinely love making things for you . i love writing poems for you , i love drawing you n me , i love sending you big ass messages on how much i love you , i love getting into media you like js so i can go crazy over it w you (i started w little women for you. Btw) , i love sending you pretty pictures , i love seeing cute things in red cuz they're your favourite colour . this is getting super long but im genuinely over the moon for you n i really really really dont know what I'd do without you . you have the most special place in my heart n trust me when i say no one has even come close to being as special as you are . I love you .

(happy 669 days .. LMFA)

to the sweetest angel, my baby, the jark to my jarchan 💞

@y-vna - OOOHHH MY GOOOOOD I LOVE TALKING WITH YOU you literally make my day 1000000 times better ISTG YOU'RE THE SWEETEST PERSON EVER . reading your message made me tear up n im acc so glad we met even though i dont even know what i did to deserve you like ☹️☹️ i will remember you forever . plz dont stop sending messages like these i genuinely cherish them . so much you're one of the biggest reasons i open tumblr everyday im not even kidding . every interaction between us makes me smile sm n i always get feel so happy everytime you tag me 💓💓💓 im so happy im a person you can come to for help . i hope we continue to get to know each other better ^__^ i love you sosoosos much i cant even put it into words Ookk <33333 /p

@pupicito - LITERALLY MIY FAVOURITE PERSON ON THIS APP EVER . I loveeee talking to you smmmmm n you're so nice you always tag me in silly events in which we can participate together which means sososo much to me 💞 you never fail to make me laugh n i love getting texts from u !!!!! i hope we get to talk more n be silly when we're both not so busy i loev you !!! /p the best carat on this app !!!!!! you've been here since my tzugore era n i appreciate you supporting me up to this point <33333

@silvrrz - i dont even know how we met but like ??? you're one of my fav people ever and i love waking up every day knowing i get to see n be silly w you . i have one of theee best memories ever with you and i would kill to experience them for the first time again . n the way you dont even like skinship but you willingly let me hug and cry into your shoulder on our sports meet says sm abt you . i love every minute of our time together n i love going out to diff places n window shopping w you its genuinely my fav thing ever !!!! after all of our exams are done i hope u me isa n elili can hang out together again <3

@jdopes-recorder - you're a little too obsessed with me but ok 😒 i hope we stay friends for a really long time though ! im so glad you feel comfortable enough to open up to me n im so glad i could be of some help . i love spending time together n we definitely havent spent enough 👎🏼👎🏼 you're also one of my fav ppl ever n even though you barely talk to me i still like getting texts n voice mails from you i Guess . thank you for being the loveliest wife 🎀 (although a shitty co parent ....) n i hope we still can talk frequently in college bc if not i will show up in your house bc of how much ill miss you (although ill never admit that.)

being madly in love with someone platonically is so ridiculous. hey man i think about you all the time. i wish you were here right now. talking to you makes me indescribably happy. i miss you. honestly what the hell

[themagical1sa]

guys i think i rizzed my squish too much HELP

[svnaslove]

after a many unknown "false comebacks" im back to just say hi :)

im sorry for i had had gotten so many of you guys's hopes up for me to not be active again, i dont even know if any of you are still active or even remember me at all, life had had just been so crazy for like the last two years.

id like to do isa things.

i had gotten so caught up in doing what everyone else is doing that i forgot that i was loosing myself.

so its time to make an honest attempt to make isa time for isa things.

and that includes interacting with my lovely moots, whether old or new... anons, new friends, new experiences and a try at the pen again!!

when i first got on this blog it was actually on my dads birthday LMAO, i made my first writing then.

i was an angsty emo 16 year old still living with her parents.

i have grown and seen a lot since.

sadly matured more than i have to now dealing with the consequences of growing up.

i am now 19 and have a big girl job, bills and taxes are hard lol

still reminiscing on being that angsty emo 16 year old that was a grocery store cashier, wishing i could be myself again.

my time here will not only be fun but also a journey upon finding myself once again.

ill apply some of my own personal life experiences into my stories with your favorite characters and y/n fjksldjfsfj

expect some angst and some parties

if you remember me from 2 years ago,, send a message, comment or inbox!! id love to reconnect with you guys! keeping my pfp and all the same so you can remember me if youre still here ;)

love to the greatest memories and to more in the future,

love,

isa! <3

merry christmas eve <3 and happy holidays :)

[sere-rine]

MASTERLIST

A/N: This List will be updated from time to time. My fanfics are still not that much but I promise to add a lot of stories frequently, so I hope for your patience. My Requests are open so leave if you want guys!

Also I decided to bring back my wattpad’s style of writing which is the first person’s pov. Which means some of my stories here are in Y/N’s POV. I just feel like saying this because here in tumblr, I don’t see that much writing style. So if it bothers you, i’m really sorry, but in this style is where i’m really comfortable.

Charlize Theron (And her Characters)

One Shots

~Gentle~ (Lady Lesso) :Fluff Summary: No one knows but Lesso really does have a soft spot and it isa reserved only for you, and it shows always but most specially when you are on your period. ... ~You’re One and Only Protector~ (Lady Lesso) :Fluff and Possessiveness Summary: Lesso didn't like the idea of you being able to save yourself in times of danger. ... ~The Latter One~  (Lady Lesso) :Angst. Summary: Lesso knew she fucked up when she found out Y/n heard her say hurtful words about their hidden relationship. ... ~Dumb~ (Lady Lesso) :Fluff Summary: Because of your illegal idiotic experiment on Lady Lesso's room, you managed to destroy Lesso's closet with one explosion. So you give her a new outfit from your closet and it given your body a not so innocent heat all through out the day. ... ~The Greatest Never Of All Time~ (part 1) (Lady Lesso) :Angst. Summary: Love for the certain Dean of Evilis what you always feel. So when you thought she chooses someone over you, it feels like dying is much better option than seeing her love someone else. ... ~My Mistress~  (Lady Lesso) // (MINORS DNI) :Smut. (My first ever one) Summary: Y/n was always taught and helped by Lady Lesso but when Lady Lesso is swarmed by a lot of papers she was busy, and so Y/n asked for Professor Dovey's assistant and Lady Lesso didn't like that one bit. ... ~My Magnet~ (Lorraine Broughton) :Angst, Fluff, and Possessiveness Summary: Lorraine came back to Y/n after leaving her suddenly to do some work in Berlin ... ~"I Prefer You"~ (Charlize Theron) : Angst and Fluff Summary: After your year hiatus that was spent hidden with your girlfriend Charlize, you are back in the limelight. And on a certain interview where Charlize was asked a question you are not comfortable with, you get insecure about her typical type.

Short Drabbles

~Yin-yang Princess~ (Lady Lesso) ~Mommy Issues~ (Lady Lesso) ~Petty Fight~  (Lady Lesso)

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Elizabeth Olsen (And her Characters)

One Shots

^F.T.a.J.K.M.^ (Elizabeth Olsen) :Angst (with happy ending). SUMMARY: You thought that being a well known singer will take a toll on your relationships but with Lizzie that's not the case. While singing live the song that you made specifically for her you can't help but reminisce wishing something that could never happen.

Short Drabbles

^Not Choosing You^ (Wanda Maximoff) ^Choosing You^ (Wanda Maximoff) ^Stuffs^ (Wanda Maximoff)

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Scarlett Johansson (And her Characters)

One Shots

>Memories&lt; (Scarlett Johansson) :Angst (Major Death) and Fluff Summary: It's your and Scarlett's daughter's wedding so Scarlett can't help but get a little nostalgic.

Short Drabbles

>Babysitter&lt; (Natasha Romanoff) >“Flat”< (Natasha Romanoff) >Mommy< (Natasha Romanoff)

STEAMY THOUGHTS (Random characters)

: #1 : #2

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A/N: Hi guuuys hope you enjoy those stories. Don't worry in thr future we will add more. Interact with me guys here and on Instagram. My link is added here. Have fun ya'll!!!

[minnieves]

part 2 pi sa bff perv soobin 😵‍💫🙏🏼

pt. 1

see for your reference (proceed at your own risk): one and two. yung 'lea' sa fic is yung ate ni hyuka.

napabuntong hininga si soobin habang nakahiga sa kama niya. nagpapaulit-ulit sa isip niya ang tanong mo sa kanya. habang nagiisip ay lumipat ang isip niya sa ramdam ng katawan mo sa kanya. kung gaano ito kalambot at kabango habang yakap-yakap ka niya.

napakagat si soobin sa labi niya habang hinihimas ang sarili niya sa loob ng boxers niya. hanggang ngayon ay mabilis pa din ang tibok ng puso niya dahil sa tanong mo. pakiramdam niya ay nanghihina ang mga kalamnan niya dahil sa tanong mo. pero katulad ng sagot sa tanong ko ay hindi niya din sasabihin sayo na nilabasan siya habang iniisip ka naman.

"binnie!" kaway mo dito habang tumatalon. napababa naman ang tingin ni soobin sa knitted crop top na suot mo. umangat ito kaya naman nakikita niya ang ibaba ng bra na suot mo. "sa tass tingin bin." asar mo dito.

"ewan ko sayo, nasaan na ba yung iba?" pagiiba ng tanong nito sayo.

"antayin daw nating dito. malapit na daw." sagot mo dito. kinuha mo naman ang isang kamay niya para ilagay sa bewang mo. napangisi ka naman ng maramdaman mong hindi niya inalis iyon doon.

simula noong punahin mo siya ay hindi na siya masyadong touchy sayo. hindi siya ilang sayo. pero bukod sa kamay at braso mo ay wala na siyang ibang hinahawakan.

pagdating ng mga kaibigan mo ay sumakay na din kayo sa kotse nito. nagbatian lang kayo, at sinabi na ni lea ma wag muna kayong magusap dahil nahihilo daw ito.

noong malayo layo na kayo ay naramdaman mong ilagay ulit ni soobin ang kamay nito sa bewang mo. umabante ka na naman para mailagay ni soobin ang kamay niya doon.

"hi binnie," bulong mo sa kanya. hinalikan mo ito sa pisngi.

"hi y/n," balik naman nito sayo.

tumingin ka sa harap para tignan kung may nakatingin ba sa direksyon niyo. nasa pinakalikof kayo ng van at ang mga tao sa harap niyo ay tulog na dahil sa pagpapatahimik ni lea sa mga ito. bukod sa driver ay kayong dalawa na lang ang gising.

"gusto mong paglaruan?" tanong mo kay soobin.

"alin?" takang tanong nito sayo.

"dede ko?" bulong mo dito. kinagat naman nito ang labi niya at kitang kita mo ang pamumula ng hindi lang nangg pisngi nito pero pati leeg nito.

dinala mo ang kamay nito sa loob ng damit mo, sa ilalim ng bra mo. pinisil mo ang kamay nito gamit ang kamay mo. tinanggal naman ni soobin ang kamay nito.

nakaramdam ka ng kaba dahil iniisip mo na baka namali ka ng basa sa mga kilos ni soobin patungkol sayo. pero agad namang nawala ito ng ipasok ulit ni soobin ang kamay nito sa dede mo. ngayon ay nasa harap na kesa kaninang nasa likod.

"wag kang maingay." bulong nito. pakiramdam ni soobin ay naghuhuramentado na ang puso niya dahil matagal niya ng pinagnanasaan ang mga dibdib mo. itinaas niya na ang buong damit mo at napakagat siya ng labi.

dahan-dahan mong inihiga ang sarili mo, si soobin naman ay unti-unting umibabaw sayo. dahan-dahan si soobin dahil baka mapansin ng driver ang ginagawa niyo.

"gusto mo?" tanong mo dito.

"pa-suso," bulong ni soobin. hindi ka pa man nakakakasagot at nasa utong mo na ang bibig at dila ni soobin.

damang dama ni soobin ang bawat pag galaw mo. sa isip niya ay kahit anong klaseng imagination at mangmamanyak niya sayo ang tatapat sa experience na nasa harap mo na siya.

"para lang baby," bulong mo dito. inangat naman ni soobin ang tingin niya habang sumususo sayo. kinagat niya ang utong mo kaya naman napaliyad ka. ang labi mo ay kagat-kagat mo dahil baka mapaungol ka.

"sarap mo naman mommy," asar nito sayo. pakiramdam mo pagkatapos nito ay magiging sobrang sensitive at puffy ang utong mo dahil sa ginagawa niya. ang parehong dede mo ay nakakaramdam ng pareho at papalit-palit na pagsuso ni soobin.

"stop over tayo!" sabi ni lea.

inalis ni soobin ang sarili niya sa dibdib mo. binigyan ito ng peck tig-isa at binalik ang damit mo. napa-hiss ka naman ng matamaan ng damit mo ang utong mo. hinalikan ka no soobin sa pisngi.

"gusto mo bang magpakantot sa akin?" nahihiyang bulong ni soobin sa tenga mo.

[the-madrigals-bitch]

Hi there!! I saw your requests open so I thought I’d try. May I request a scenario where Isabela is finally free to choose who to love, but then the person she fell for is betrothed to someone else? Basically, just let her experience what it was like in Dolores’ shoes… idk, it’s up to you if you want to make it a happy ending or not. thank you so much, and i hope you consider this

Hello! Let me start this by saying YOUR REQUEST IS PHENOMENAL! I literally had to break it into two parts because it's so long haha, but I fucking loved writing it! I hope you enjoy it too, thank you for your request! ♡

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Betrothed to Another pt. 1

Isabela Madrigal x reader

Words: 2.5k

Prompt: Isabela is finally allowed to love who she wants, but fate is cruel and you find yourself betrothed

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It was finally happening, the life of Isabela's dreams, the one that Tio Bruno promised her started today, she was sure of it. No longer being betrothed to Mariano was the first step, he was a great guy, but she didn't love him and she hated the wedge their betrothal drove between her and Dolores. That didn't matter anymore though, none of it did because she could be whoever she wanted to be now, she could love whoever she wanted. Sprinting to your house to confess her undying love was the next step.

You were her best friend, the only other person who understood exactly who she wanted to be and supported her without question. Many nights had you laid in her bed, fingers running through her dark tresses as she cried about the pressure she was under to maintain her perfect grandchild status. You never told her to defy her grandmothers wishes, to just forget her family and make her own choices, you understood family pressures just as well. Your parents had come from poor families and worked their way to the top, so they knew exactly what it was like to have nothing. Wealth and status was important to them and they wanted nothing more than for you to maintain their standing.

They couldn't go back to being poor and being their only child they wouldn't allow you to fall into that position either, so the pressure for you to marry someone of high stature was very on. It worked out perfectly for Isabela, being part of the Madrigal family meant that there was no one with higher status than her, no one in Encanto at least. You had been busy with your own family problems for the past few days, your dad was sick and no one knew how much time he had left, but they adored the young woman so she was sure they wouldn't mind her impromptu visit. She was sure they'd be over the moon to hear her confession because if maintining status was what they wanted, then she was at the top of the ladder.

She was sure that you'd be estatic to see her and hear what she had to say, the tension between you two was obvious to everyone around you, including yourselves. It was hard to ignore that fact that whenever you two were alone together fits of gut busting laughter turned into seconds of you staring into each others eyes, flickering from orbs to your lips until one of you drew back. She was sure you'd fall right into her, so when she knocked on your door and you looked horrified to see her, she was confused to say the least.

"Hey flor, is everything alright?"

You turned away, looking inside to make sure no one was around before turning back to the woman in front of you and speaking urgently,

"Isa you can't be here right now, you have to go home, please."

Her brows furrowed in confusion as you dismissed her, it wasn't the reaction she'd been expecting.

"But I have to tell you something, what's wrong Y/N? Are your parents okay?"

"They're fine and that's the problem, I'll find you later but please-"

"Y/N, who's at the door?"

"No one mama I thought-"

It was too late, your mom had already spotted Isa standing outside and rushed over.

"Isabela!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms around the Madrigal woman and catching her off guard as your usually stoic mother never hugged anyone. "So good to see you, please come in dear, you're just in time."

"Just in time?" the flower powered woman asked, stepping in and observing the grim look on your face as you walked out to your back garden.

She waved at your father, who still looked incredibly ill despite the beaming smile on his usually serious face. She was just about to ask why you and your entire family were acting so strangely when she saw him, the bakers nephew, Joaquin Herrera.

"Hola Joaquin," she greeted the young man kindly, although bewildered to see him. "Fancy seeing you here."

"Good morning Senora Isabela, hopefully you'll be seeing a lot more of me around here. I'm so happy that you've join us for this special occasion," he responded, promping Isabela to give you another strange look.

You refused to meet her eyes, your own orbs trained onto the grass at your feet as your mother pulled your best friend to sit between her and her husband, holding her hand as she watched on.

"Go ahead Joaquin," your fathers gravely voice spoke.

Isabela went stiff as he melted onto one knee and took your left hand gently into his own.

"Y/N L/N," he started. "Ever since the moment I saw you I've thought you were the most beautful woman in Encanto and I've always thought that you were the woman I want to marry-"

Bile rose in the Madrigal woman's throat as he spoke and the grip your mother held on her hand tightened simultaneously with her own, although for very different reasons. The small smile you held on your face to feign happiness may have convinced your parents, but Isabela saw right through you. Every fiber of her being screamed at her to stand up and rip you away from him, but your mothers steadily tightening grip reminded her exactly why she couldn't.

"-Will you do me the honor of becoming Y/N Herrera? Will you marry me?"

There was no emotion behind your eyes as you nodded, allowing him to slip the engagement ring onto your finger. You hardly moved as he scooped you up in his arms and pressed a kiss onto your lips, the tears rolling down your cheeks could easily be mistaken for tears of joy, but Isabela knew better. He wiped your tears away, his calloused hands were rough against your supple skin and when he placed you back down your parents stood to wrap the two of you into a teaful embrace.

"This will be so good for us, we're so proud of you Y/N."

You smiled at them despite the pain and unhappiness you felt, you were doing what they always wanted, you were finally making them proud. You'd never seen your father cry before, the man hardly expressed anything other than indifference, so to see him crying because he was proud of you warmed your heart in spite your agony. You stopped in front of Isa as Joaquin pulled you towards the front of the house, babbling on excitedly about telling everyone.

"We'll talk later I promise," you whispered before being pulled away by your new fiance.

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The news of your engagement spread like wildfire as that idiot ran through the plaza screaming 'she said yes' in a way that was so cliche that Isabela's eyes rolled to the back of her head. How could he possibly say he loved you when he couldn't even see how uncomfortable you were with all of this, it was written all over your face how unhappy you were. That jackass didn't love you, he was just happy that someone like him got lucky enough to marry someone as amazing as you. The harrowing expression on your face, like you couldn't process what was happening to you, while he screamed at the top of his lungs happy as could be shattered her to her very core. She did smile just a little bit as a rose sprouted up from the ground, tripping and sending him flying into the fountain, who could've made that happen.

You made direct eye contact with her, grim expression lifting for just a second as your fiance landed in the water. You plucked the flower from the ground quickly and placed it behind your ear as the stem disappeared, looking at her you shared one of those moments again, one of those moments where the rest of the world faded away and it was just you two. She thought for a second that maybe this could still work, but as if remembering the reality of your situation, your face fell back into its blank expression and you rushed to help Joaquin out of the fountain, snuffing out the last embers of hope Isabela had. She trudged home, going straight to the kitchen and resting her head on her mothers shoulder as she flipped arepas.

"Hola mi amor," Julieta hummed, placing her free hand over her daughters hair and kissing the side of her face. "Are you alright?"

Her eldest didn't respond, too heartbroken to speak, she only shook her head against her mothers shoulder, promting the woman to turn around and cup her daughters cheeks.

"What happened corazon?" she frowned, thumbs stroking Isabela's face lightly as tears fell from her eyes.

She threw her arms around her mother, buring her face into her neck and letting her shoulders go slack as she cried.

"I went to Y/N's house to tell them, but when I got there Joaquin Herrera was already there and," she let out a sob. "He proposed, they're engaged mama."

Julieta's heart broke as she rubbed small circles into her daughters back, holding her tightly as her shoulders bounced in time with her sobs. Of course Julieta knew of her daughters crush on you, she was her mother and she knew everything there was to know about her. What kind of mom would she be if she didn't realize something as obvious as the way everyone's eyes were always on Isabela, but her's always searching for you. How could she say she knew her daughter if she didn't notice the way a deep blush spread across her cheeks whenever you neared and especially when you touched her. Julieta knew of your parents standards, but she also knew what an amazing person you were and it hurt her deeply that you were being forced into a situation that not only left you, but her daughter as well, unhappy. You were like one of her own children and if she could march up to your parents and demand that they let you out of this marriage, she absolutely would, but she couldn't, it wasn't her place.

"I'm so sorry mi bebe," she mumbled, lips against her daughters hair as she spoke. "What are you going to do?"

"What can I do mom? I watched him propose, it's too late," Isa sniffled against her mothers neck.

"It isn't too late to tell them how you feel Isabela, maybe they'll change their min-"

"They won't mama. They can't say no to their family just like I couldn't, they care too much about making them proud. Senor L/N doesn't have much time left and Y/N knows how much seeing them with someone who can take care of them when he's gone means to him. They chose him, not me and Y/N won't choose me either. It's called karma mami, I put Dolores through this for months and the universe is paying me back for it," she didn't think she'd ever forgive herself for almost marrying him despite knowing her cousins feelings.

"You did not put Dolores through anything Isabela, don't say anything that ridiculous again. You are a selfless woman with an amazing heart who was pushed into a marriage you didn't want, but didn't you think had a say in either and you were willing to sacrifice your happiness for the sake of the family anyway. You weren't happy either and if you-."

"Isabela! Y/N is here!" Camilo called from the front door.

She looked up at her mother, who gave her a nod of encouragment, squeezing her daughter one last time before she went to the door where you waited outside.

"Hey, I came to talk," you spoke meekly, fidgeting with the engagement ring that was heavy on your finger.

"Not too busy being dragged around by your fiance?" she asked, sounding more harsh than intended.

"Well, my fiance had an incident concerning the fountain so he's cleaning up at his place, but if you'd rather me leave-"

"Come inside, we'll talk in my room."

"Hey Y/N congratulations on your engagement by the way!" Camilo announced, earning a glare from his cousin and a quiet thank you from you.

The air was so thick with tension as you walked to Isabela's room that you couldn't breathe by the time you got into her bedroom. She rushed forward, wrapping her arms around you in a tight hug as your legs gave out beneath you, emotional destress taking it's toll on your body as you finally dropped your facade.

"It's okay, let it out," she mumbled softly , stroking your hair in the way you'd done for her many times. "I'm so sorry."

When you were finally able to stand on your own she was surprised to find that you weren't crying, you only had this blank look behind your eyes like you'd already resigned yourself to what was happening.

"I always knew this was coming, that I'd be married off if I didn't find someone soon, but I thought I'd have someone before the day came. I guess I waited too long."

"Y/N I-"

"My parents have had Joaquin picked out for me since the day they met him, they were always telling me about what a great man he is, about how hardworking he is and how he'd make an amazing husband. He reminds them of the late nights and early mornings, of success and hardships, he makes them feel safe. It makes them happy that I'll be with someone who will always work hard to make sure I have the things I want and need. It puts them at ease to think that I'll be happy for the rest of my life, if I never want for anything, then I have to be happy right?"

Your eyes steadily became glazed over with tears as you spoke, but you refused to cry, each word was a blow to the woman in front of you.

"I'll have everything I could ever desire, so I should be happy to be marrying him. My parents just want me to be okay after their gone, I should be grateful that they care so much. I'm not though, I'm so angry and sad and I feel horrible about it. He kissed me, we haven't even dated and he thought it was okay to kiss me Isabela. Considering the circumstances I guess it was okay but I didn't want it. I don't think he's a bad guy, but I don't love him and I don't want to spend the rest of my life with him," you laughed dryly, realizing that you were complaining in vain, you didn't have a choice. "My life ends with this marriage and I don't even get a say. I-" you stopped, she could hate you for this confession, but you had nothing else to lose so you swallowed your nerves and spoke clearly. "I love you, Isa."

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Dun Dun DUNNNNNN I leave it there, but part 2 will be up soon! The irony of it all! I really didn't want to split this into two parts, but it's so long that I didn't have a choice. I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I did writing it!

Have a great day/night! ♡