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bewaryofpity · 20 days ago

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LET DOWN - Q. HUGHES

[3.2k] quinn doesn’t love you anymore and it takes hurting you for him to realize.

warnings: 18+ MDNI, angst, smut, shower sex, unprotected p in v, no one cums (sorry), lovers to exes, slight toxic!quinn, falling out of love; unedited

a/n: very much a word vomit that i wrote when i was not feeling well, but i wanted to post it anyway because i think everyone deserves a good cry once in a while.

You loved winter. The cold, the snow, being wrapped in cozy blankets were all things that were somehow comforting for you. It was a feeling, a state of mind that allowed you to retreat from the chaos of the world and into yourself. And it was also the season when you and Quinn first started dating.

It wasn’t easy at first. You lived in hours away from Vancouver and couldn’t relocate yet because of your job, so you spent the first year of your relationship long distance with sporadic visits and late-night phone calls to fill the void despite Quinn’s NHL career being time consuming and too demanding — if you had to be honest, but you understood that and all you could do was support him through it all.

But you pulled through. You learned to love the little moments — the feeling of his arms around you, the sound of his voice before you fell asleep, the way he’d send you photos of the first snow in Vancouver, captioned with messages like wish you were here. And now you were finally here, in Vancouver, by his side and it was winter again.

The snow blanketed the city in a familiar white coat, and you felt like you were stepping into a dream you had waited so long to live. But there was an eerie feeling in the air, almost as if winter was not comforting anymore, now rather cloaked in something heavier, something dreadful.��

The apartment was empty, just you with no lights on, and it was the kind of quiet that felt oppressive rather than peaceful. You sat on the couch, wrapped in a thick blanket, staring at the snow falling outside the window. It was only midmorning, the clouds of snow made everything look even darker than it seemed, but you couldn’t get yourself to turn the lights on as if you were scared to wake up from your dream, like it would shatter the fragile stillness you had wrapped yourself in.

“Baby?”

Quinn’s voice startled you. You didn’t notice the door opening nor had you registered the sound of his footsteps. He stood in the doorway, his brows furrowed in concern, the cold from outside clinging to him, and his cheeks were flushed from the winter air.

“Are you okay?” He asked, his voice soft but tinged with worry and he stepped closer, crouching down so he was at eye level with you. His eyes searched your face for clues, but you gave him none, nothing was giving him way for what you were feeling.

“Yes, why?”

“You seem off.”

He wasn’t wrong. Something was off, but you couldn’t put a name to it. It was as if an alarm bell had been ringing in the back of your mind for months now, faint but persistent, and you had chosen to ignore it. Maybe people just changed. Maybe you were outgrowing your love for winter, or maybe you were projecting the latest Quinn’s insecurities onto yourself. It felt simple enough to try and come up with something to soothe yourself, but nothing settled the discomfort in your chest.

“It’s just the cold. Do you wanna take a shower with me?”

He smiled at you, concern gone from his expression. You tried to play it off by changing the subject with something you knew would peak his interest, and of course he fell for it, it was always like that lately. He stretched his arm out for you to take and led the way to your shower. Everything was fine, really, you were just getting into your head for no reason.

You looked at yourself in the mirror not recognizing the figure in front of you, it seemed like you were looking at someone who was pretending to be you. Quinn turned on the shower head before coming to roam his hands over your body, distracting you from your thoughts. His hands were light on your body, helping you undress softly with no urgency. The small fog started to appear on the corners of the mirror as he placed kisses on your shoulders, hands now working on unclasping your bra.

When you both stepped in the shower, his hands found your body again and turned you around. The warm water falling down your back calmed your nerves down a little bit, your heart still thumping too fast in your chest.

“Quinn” You whispered, his mouth nipping at the skin of your neck before moving up your jaw and finally placing a soft kiss on your lips, rolling your head back as you barrened the feeling of his wet lips on your skin.

“I’m here.”

You let yourself sink into his embrace and his hands flattened against your spine. He drew you closer, and guided you gently backward until you pressed against the wall, squirming when your back hit the cold tiles. He took the gasp leaving your lips as his turn to push his tongue into your mouth, the kiss growing fervid and you didn’t fight for dominance.

The wall began to warm up with your own temperature, and you felt one of Quinn’s hands let go of your hip. Your fingers clung onto the wet strands of hair at the back of his head and moved further up to grab the ones framing his face. You pulled at it to bring his mouth farther away from yours and a groan left Quinn’s lips, vibrating against your own.

His vacant hand came back to you, smoothing over your skin, palming at your hips, your ass, your thighs, anything that he could get a hold of. He brought his lips back to yours, and you let out a small moan against his lips. He used to swear that that sound alone was sacred, something carved from the world’s best; he would be stupid to not consider himself lucky to have you. But before it all escalated too quickly, he grounded himself and he pulled away from the kiss.

“Why did you stop?” You whisper innocently, yet annoyed by his sudden change of mood.

“We need to talk about you.” He said against your lips, eyebrows raising when he felt the way your hand gripped onto his hair to pull him back to it, but he didn't give in, he just stared at you, eyes dark and empty, waiting for a response. Your hand slides from the top of his head to the back yet again.

“Yeah okay, later. Now kiss me.”

You sighed, Quinn’s hands on your body began to work the path it was making during your kiss, squeezing and exploring your flesh. His hand moved downwards and grabbed onto your thigh, holding it to his hip. You let him do it, already feeling the weight on your chest getting replaced by a slight warmth in your stomach.

He was hard against you, he had been for a while now, your body his muse, and he moved his hips against yours. You deepened the kiss when he lifted one of his hands and began to move his body to somewhat create a distance between you. You could feel the tip of his cock between your folds in a space of a second, and you sighed into the kiss.

“Fuck.” He grunted, forcing the two of you to separate from the kiss.

You moved your hands to his shoulders and closed your eyes while leaning your head on the wall. He slid right in with ease, stretching you like he always did.

He didn’t give you much time to adjust, his hips bruising yours as he slid back and forth inside of you, the notion pressing you against the wall impossibly more, and you grit your teeth at the discomfort from the wall behind you. His hands gripped your thighs forcefully, watching as he slid in and out of you, his length coated in your slick. The sight of your naked body before him burned his skin, the feeling of your wet torsos sliding on one another, your tits squished into his chest, your stomach against his abs, his hands digging into your soft thighs. His carnal desire for you kept him going.

“Quinn.” You moaned his name between your clenched teeth. He groaned into your skin, feeling your soaked warm walls squeezing him as he didn’t move his focus from his cock.

“So good, baby. Keep going.” He whispered into the skin of your chest.

The bathroom was so silent and so echoey that you could hear everything. You could also hear your breathing against one another’s mouths. You heard the wet noises of his cock going in and out of you. Everything. And you wanted to disappear.

Your hands gripped at his shoulders, your breasts moving with each of Quinn’s thrusts when you leaned back on the wall, and your head fell back onto the tiles each time he brought his mouth to your skin, leaving marks down his path.

Everything felt so odd and uncomfortable. You hoped he could feel it too, because the way your nails scratched at his back, digging deep into the skin was not you. You didn’t know what was happening, it could have been from not talking to one another, it was too physical for your liking and your mind started to wander again. His body heavy against yours, almost suffocating, and this was not him, and you wanted it all to stop.

“Quinn, please, stop.” You whimpered breathlessly, staring at the ceiling, head thrown back onto the wall.

“What? Did I do something wrong?”

He let go of one of your legs but didn’t pull out yet. He kept squeezing at your waist, confusion painted his face and he was almost white in fear of having hurt you. He tried to get your attention back on him, but your eyes were squeezed shut and you wished you could disappear, that everything went back to how it was, back to when you loved having his touch on your skin.

His touch was delicate now, treating you like a porcelain doll. You knew he was beating himself down for hurting you even though he wasn’t sure what caused your sudden change. The woman in front of him was not you, she was your shell, he didn’t recognize you anymore. He tried to push away the tought that it was his fault, but the idea persisted and he couldn’t wait to get away from you.

Your other leg made contact with the ground gently, your hands still clawing at his back, squeezing him closer to you. His hands traveled up to your back with hesitation, unsure whether or not you wanted his comfort in this situation.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. I just need to know that you’re okay.”

“I don't wanna talk about it. Not now.”

Quinn didn’t press you for more. He simply pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you and for a while, it helped. His warmth, his steady presence, was enough to keep the darkness at bay. And with his arms wrapped around you, all was right with the world again, even if just for a little bit. But the feeling lingered.

Days turned into weeks, and the weight in your chest didn’t lift. You found yourself retreating into the quiet corners of your mind more often, your thoughts tangled in questions you couldn’t answer. But the cracks were there, and they were widening.

Everything came down to Quinn one night in January after a painfully embarrassing game, and he drove home with a tension in his shoulders that matched the one in your chest. There were no messages from you to reassure him of his game, nothing — you were radio silent. His heart stung a little bit, but the ache went as fast as it came, and he realized that he didn’t really care at that moment that he was not on your mind. You weren’t in his either.

After that day when you cried in his arms, he felt self-conscious of his love for you because being in your presence started to feel like a chore, sleeping with you and kissing you weren’t doing anything for him anymore. Yet, he didn’t want to believe that this was it, so he pushed onto you until you couldn’t take it anymore.

You were a clever woman, your mind greater than anyone’s he had met before, yet he didn’t notice. He thought he hid it well, that he stopped loving you somewhere in the middle of January, but the memory of you, vulnerable and sensitive in his arms, crying and asking him to not leave you flashed in front of his eyes. You already knew then the turmoil that clouded his thoughts. And when he reassured you that he was not leaving, he felt like an asshole. He was an asshole, because now you despised him and you couldn’t bear him anymore.

His team had yet again acquired another loss, and it was clear he was carrying the weight of it as the captain. It was what Quinn always did, blame himself even when the problem wasn’t him. You tried to comfort him, to be the steady presence he had been for you, but your own unrest made it hard to find the right words.

As soon as he crossed the threshold into the apartment, you knew you were going to walk on eggshells for the night and you wished you had more courage in you to finally stop your pain, and mutter the words that had been stuck on the tip of your tongue for weeks now.

Quinn came to stand by the kitchen counter while you cleaned up. His looming presence raised your heartbeat, you were careful to plan your next words.

“I’m sorry about tonight. You guys will bounce back soon.”

And maybe those weren’t the right words, you exhausted every vague reassuring expression, he knew his team wasn’t playing well and you knew so too. The console, the soothe, the encouragement were all performative, your voice lacked sincerity and you both knew that.

“Yeah,” he scoffed. “You don’t get it. It’s the whole fucking season, we’re a playoffs team and yet we get swept by the worst teams in the league.”

He snapped, jaw tightening and voice sharper than you expected. The sting of his words cut deep, and for a moment, you couldn’t find the words to respond. “I know you’re upset and I’m sorry, but I’m just trying to help.”

“You’re not helping at all.”

“What do you want me to do?” Your voice trembled and your chest tightened, a mix of frustration and hurt bubbling to the surface. “I might not understand what it means to lose, but I’ve been trying my best here to get some of that weight off your shoulder. I’ve always been there for you, have I not?”

“I don’t need your words to feel better, I just—”

“You what, then? You want to let your anger out on me? You think that will make you feel better? If that’s what you want, have at it.”

“I couldn’t care less about your body.”

“Then what do you want from me?”

Silence hung heavy between you, the weight of your words settling in the space where love used to be. The pretense of caring for each other, loving one another, was all breaking down bit by bit, and one of you had to deliver the final blow.

“Quinn, just tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothing’s wrong, you’re the one who’s pushing me away.”

“Yeah, because you’re doing the exact same thing to me.”

You said it so casually, passive to his behavior, accepting of the blame being put on you. At this moment, he wanted for you to hit him. Physically. Because he knew his words were hurting you, and he was doing it on purpose, and he needed you to put some sense back into him. He wanted you out, but he didn’t want the responsibility of being the one to break up, so he tried to pick at your insecurities, at your doubts, praying that you’d break your façade.

“I’m tired, Quinn, I’m going to bed. Figure it out on your own, I’m not here to entertain you anymore.”

And so you walked to your shared bedroom, arms crossed around your body as if to protect yourself from harm, to hold yourself together, save your tears to spill out in his presence.

“I don’t know if this is working anymore.” He said, looking up in your direction with eyes that seemed more tired than anything else. You stopped in your tracks before you turned around to face him again.

“Did you notice just now?”

“No.” he whispered, voice so small you had to rely on the shake of his head for his answer.

“What were you waiting for?”

“For you to leave.”

“You don’t mean that.” You said, shaking your head. The room seemed to tilt, the weight of his confession threatening to crush you.

“I do.” He said, his voice breaking. “I didn’t want to admit it, not to you and not to myself, but it’s the truth. At first I thought, maybe if I waited a little bit this feeling would be gone, but then nothing changed and I found myself keeping you around for my own pleasure, really. But I did just notice that you knew all this all along. So why are you still here?”

“Because I thought it was all in my head. I thought I was the one who didn’t love you anymore.” Your voice trembled and the tears you desperately tried to hold back finally spilled over. Your legs were too weak to hold you up so you shifted your weight on to the armrest of the couch next to you. And you finally said it. But it was all you. You didn’t love him anymore and it was his fault.

“I’m sorry.” His own tears threatened to spill.

“But you’re not, so please stop lying to me at least this once. It’s okay if you’re not sorry, and it’s okay that you don’t love me anymore. And it’s okay that you felt the need to use me until I couldn’t take it anymore. I just wish you spared me of the pain you’re leaving me with. That, I cannot forgive you for.”

You didn’t really care if Quinn started crying now, he deserved that, he deserved much harsher words than the ones which came out of your mouth. You could see it in his face, the flicker of guilt, the defensiveness, maybe even anger, like he resented you for making him feel anything at all. It was infuriating, how he stood there with his jaw clenched and his arms crossed at his chest trying to hold himself together. You wanted to believe that there was remorse buried somewhere beneath his cold exterior, but all you saw was a man who didn’t want to face the consequences of his actions. And that made the pain even worse.

And you wanted to scream, to cry, to crumble under the enormity of it all, but instead, you stood there, frozen in the unbearable stillness of betrayal. It wasn’t just the pain of losing him, it was the realization that he’d never truly cared the way you had, and now, all that love — if you could call it so — felt like a wound you’d inflicted on yourself.

But it didn’t matter anymore because now the weight on your chest was gone and winter was your least favorite season.

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sofiawritesstuff · 7 months ago

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PLATONIC

part 9

summary: When Lando's "playboy" image is setting a bad reputation for him. He's turns to the person he trust most in this world for help.

pairing: landonorris x bestfriend!reader

warnings: suggestive

part 8

IT'S HERE!!! I apologise for the lack of uploads, I was in Spain and visited family in Italy, my car broke down and the plane was delayed. I was then in work for 5 day straight and I'm in for a further two nights too. No more excuses I will be back more consistently.

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You with your arm wrapped around Lando's waited at baggage claim at the airport. While he called his brother updating him on how long the two of you would be, you decided to go onto the F1 gossip page.

f1gossippage

f1gossippage Lando already enjoying his week off with girlfriend Y/N L/N. They were spotted this morning at the airport and appeared to be heading back home to the UK. Y/N also posted a picture with her holding a man's hand with the caption "home for the week".

"Well we've made it to the gossip pages again, a fan must have took a photo of us at the airport" you show Lando your phone, he looks down and your phone, humming kissing the top of your head.

As the two of you waited for your luggage to appear on the carousel, Lando tried to wake himself up by looking as the gossip pages "Cute picture of us though"

"At least Zak will be happy" you shrug "This is our week, let's not think about him. We will spend the night at Max's apartment, you will go to your meeting, I will pick you up and we will head to my parents. Just us, no Zak"

The noise of the carousel drew your attention to the suitcases arriving, luckily for both of you, your suitcases were the first ones out. You watched as Lando effortlessly lifted both cases off and nod towards the exit.

"Don't worry, I'll take it" he tells you as you go to take your case from him "Thank you, is Oliver outside?" you asked "Mhm, he has the car parked right outside"

The two of you walked out of the airport you saw Oliver stood outside the car "Ollie!" you smile running towards him "Hi sis, how are you" he smiles, hugging you tightly "I'm good how are you, how are my girls?"

"We're all good, the girls are desperate to see you and their Uncle Lala" he teases Lando ruffling his hair "Get off" Lando laughs hugging his brother

"You two have a lot to answer for by the way, Mum has seen the photos and I think her heart could have exploded with how excited she was that you two were finally together" Olivier says putting thr cases in the car

You felt your heart drop, Lando's mother had been like a mother to you for as long as you could remember, someone who had been longing for you and Lando to get together.

You and Lando looked at each other, frowns on both your faces "What?" Olivier questions looking between the you "Uhm" Lando starts "Listen, we're planning to go to Mum's and Dad's tomorrow night. We need to talk to everyone about what's been going on. Can you bring Savannah?"

"Okay, I have just felt my heart fall to my stomach. What's been going on?" he asks getting into the car "We will explain everything tomorrow, I promise you will know everything"

The drive to Max's apartment was nice, empty roads and hearing all about the children's lives, Lando's racing and your work place. You had the music blasting until Lando fell asleep on your shoulder.

"Still a big baby, I see" Olivier smiles, looking in the mirror "Yeah" you run a hand through his hair "He's exhausted, he has only just started to get a goodnight's sleep. Hopefully being back home he will sleep as good as the girls"

"Are you going to Canada?"

"Yeah, that's what my meeting is about tomorrow at work. My boss wants to see me just go see how I'm doing and about working from different places, trying to get a few clients. Get a few more posts on social media"

"Do you still like the job?”

“I like how flexible it is, my boss is literally so amazing but sometimes I wish i didn’t have to work during the weekends, I like just being able to put all of my focus into Lando”

“He appreciates everything you do for him you know, that one time when he was feeling down about the race and he came home to his favourite dinner and snacks. He messaged me telling me how grateful he was for you”

You blush, kissing Lando’s head making him snuggle into you more “He’d do the same for me”

“So are you going to tell me what’s been going on, or do I have to wait until tomorrow?”

“It’s best we tell everyone together” you admit as he brings the car to a slow stop “I understand, if there’s anything you need. Just give me a call”

“I will. Now do you want to do the honours of waking him up or will I?” you ask with a smirk “Give me the keys and I will take your cases inside. He will be less cranky waking up to you rather than me” he jokes, getting out of the car

You watch as he drags the suitcases to the door, you gently shake Lando awake "Baby come on, we're home"

He groans mumbling, wrapping his arm around you "Lan, we can sleep again in about ten minutes"

"That was a quick drive" he says waking up "Yeah for you, you slept the whole hour. Are you ready to go inside. Get some sleep in a bed"

He nods, leaning over giving you a quick kiss just as his brother gets back in the car "You're awake" Olivier says loudly making you two of you pull away "Yeah, thanks for the ride. I'll see you tomorrow" Lando says quickly getting out the car

"Thanks Ollie" you rush out following him. He takes you hand rushing you inside. Closing the door behind him.

You enter the apartment, following Lando straight to the bedroom "It feels good being home doesn't it?" you tell Lando watching him take his shirt and trousers off getting into bed

"Yeah. I love Monaco but it feels good being here. Now come on get into bed"

The next morning, you woke up in just your underwear and the shirt Lando was wearing the day previously. You weren't used to the 7am wake up calls, you hadn't been for the past two years.

"What time is it?" Lando asks waking up "Sh, sh, sh. Go back to sleep. I'm going to work. Pick me up at 1pm okay?" you hold his face, kissing him quickly leaving the bed.

You head towards the hall, getting clothes from your suitcase, and got ready for the day. Just as you were about to leave Lando comes into the kitchen fully clothed and putting his shoes on.

"You ready to go?" he asks grabbing his keys "What are you doing up?"

"Taking you to work, there's no way I am letting you get a cab at this time in the morning, plus i'm going to drop our cases off at my parents"

"Thank you but I need to come back here after work to get changed anyway"

“All sorted, I’ve left clothes out for you” he says proudly. You walked into the bedroom to see a pair of jeans and shirt left out neatly on the bed for you.

“Thank you” you smile coming back through to thee kitchen. You grab your bag and follow him out the apartment, getting into the car

"How are you feeling about the meeting?" he asks reversing out of the drive "I'm not nervous about the meeting but I am nervous to go back into the office, so many of the girls hate me"

"They don't hate you"

"No they do, they hate me because you're in my life and not theirs. They only want you for your money and to fuck you" you scoff, he laughs putting his hand on your legs

"They will never get the chance baby, the only person that will ever get to fuck me in that office is you" he squeezes your leg sending you a wink

You look out of the window, hiding your smile. Watching as the weekday morning traffic slowly building up.

“Well I’ve definitely not missed this” you mumble turning your hand to Lando “Neither have I, how long is your meeting today?”

“Mark said I would be done by 12. Meeting starts at 10. I don’t think it will even last that long”

“Well I will be waiting for you at 11:45 where I drop you off. Do you want anything brought in for lunch? I can stop at the cafe just around the corner”

“No, no. I’ll be okay and get something at work. Get yourself something though” you smile rubbing his shoulder

“Will you though?” he asks turning the corner into the car park of your work “Yes. Thank you” you say taking your seatbelt off

Lando looks at you, staring out the window. Takes your hand in his in attempt to calm your nerves “You’ll be okay, I know you will. Go in and ignore anyone that has a problem with you. You know everything you need to do”

“Thank you” you smile “I love you, have a good day and I will be waiting here for you when you’re done”

“I love you too”

He leans in, giving you a kiss to the lips before kissing your head “Have fun” he says as you leave the car, you close the car door, waving at him through the window.

Entering the office, people come up to you greeting you, including your best friend Robert

“I’ve missed you so much, this place is hell without you” he hugs you tightly “It can’t have been that bad” you laugh sitting down at his desk

“Oh it is, I have so much to tell you but first tell me how you’ve been?”

“I’ve been great to be honest, I’ve absolutely loved travelling with Lando. Getting to experience his first win, we’ve tried so many different foods and countries. It’s been so good. We’re staying with his parents this week before heading to Canada”

“Yeah i’ve noticed how much you’ve enjoyed your time with Lando. I’ve seen the photo of you two kissing. He’s finally your boyfriend?” Robbie squeals

“Yeah, he is” you lie staring at the man across from you “So how did it all happen? I need all the details”

Before you can say anything Mark appears at the meeting room doors, signalling you both over. You thanked him in your head. Glad you don’t need to make up another lie.

“Tell me later” Robbie smiles, leading the way to the office “Okay” you nod

Everyone sits around the table, the few girls that you didn’t like sat across from you “Good morning everyone, thank you for those who aren’t here everyday for coming in. Also a big welcome back to Y/N who has been doing an incredible job getting clients in every country she’s been too. How have you been doing Y/N”

“Yes great thanks, so far I have gathered 12 clients and I'm off to Canada next weekend so I'm hoping to meet a target of fifteen then"

"And how are you going to do that attached to your boyfriends hip?" Emma asks with a smirk on her face "Well funnily enough I do have a life outside of my boyfriend, I'm not with him 100% of the weekend, I also use Thursdays to gather clients and have meetings with them throughout the weekend"

"Well we all appreciate your efforts Y/N, we only require you to work eight hours a day Monday to Friday so we are grateful for the overtime that you do and the calls that we have had since you've been away are great"

The hours fly by and before you knew it, it was 11:50. You gathered your belongings, putting them all in your bag. "So how are you getting home? Do you need a ride?" Robbie asks handing you your charger

"No, Lando is outside for me, we're heading back to his apartment so I can shower and then going to his parents for the week"

"That sounds nice" he says opening the door for you, you talk about the week ahead while heading down in the elevator "Well there's Lando and it looks like he brought you lunch too" he nods over to Lando leaning on the car

"Hey Lando!" Robbie waves "Hi Rob" he waves back "How was it?" he asks leaning down giving you a kiss "Better than I thought"

"I'm glad to hear, you had a slice of toast this morning and I know the most you'd have in there was a coffee so I got you a sandwich and a drink"

"Thank you" you lean up kissing him, he walks around opening the door for you "What a gentleman" you smile getting into the car.

part 10

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queen-of-reptiles · 1 year ago

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description: In which chloe kelly's girlfriend is giving all she's got at the world championships of Athletics 2023 - especially after being so close to gold last year

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warnings: language, cuteness, slightly suggestive

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username2: chloe's shirt of 'y/n's my girlfriend' 🥺🥺

username3: throwback to y/n wearing her shirt and screaming in the WWC crowd! 😂

username4: every time the camera zooms back in the crowd to the players the cheers and then the commentators trying not to laugh! 😂🥺

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y/n let out a sigh as she stared down the ramp, her lover was watching her with quiet breaths, barely feet apart as the rest of her friends and teammates quietened.

The stadium was silent for a moment, before y/n's hand's clapped, the audience copied and she did it again, and the stadium now boomed with rhythmic claps.

y/n's feet took off, her legs pounding against the track. She was 5ft 9, short for a long jumper, but she was quick, and light and as y/n's foot hit the board, she flung herself forward.

Her legs piked as she pushed her hips forward her body travelling as she was pushed down by gravity, landing on the sand below. She jolted as she landed but instantly stood up and rolled off.

She looked at the measurement, waiting for the green light of valid to appear, which it did. y/n shouted in happiness looking over to her coach who nodded as she moved over to wait for the measurement.

"7.17." The voice called.

y/n screamed in relief, hands flying to her head as she realises the record she had broken in her first jump, the British record. Her competitors all paled at the large first jump but patted her on the back none-the-less.

"Go on kid." The accent of Tara said as she patted the girl on the back and y/n grinned at her. "Got sick of coming second aye?" The American joked and y/n laughed.

y/n moved to the crowd, leaning into her lover who lent over the barrier and whispered words of calming encouragement in her ear as the rest queued up to jump.

Pats on y/n's back from Lauren, Georgia, Leah, and Keira echoed as she and Chloe pulled away. The blonde pressing a kiss to her lover's cheek.

"Jump harder." Lucy said as she and her close friend did their usual handshake.

"Always." y/n grinned as she went to take her seat and prepare for her second jump.

y/n's second jump was 7.15, her third, 7.16. None as good as her first and yet somehow, all still winning jumps. Tara and Ivana followed her into the top three, and at their last jump, the three were proud of what had been done.

SB and PB's had been set and Ivana was at 7.14 and massive jump for the young girl. y/n had to push, use up all she had. She started the clap once more.

She waited, then she threw her arms down, silence echoing the stadium as she then raced down the track, the sound of her foot hitting the board echoed and she leaped.

y/n hit the ground hard and rolled, her hips groaning as she covered herself in the sand, hoping praying as the green light lit up and she gingerly stumbled off the sand.

"7.30." The call ran out.

y/n's head snapped back, her body buckling as she tried to comprehend what had just happened. Screams echoed as Tara groaned aloud, knowing she nor Ivana were going to beat that.

Chloe screamed for her lover as y/n grinned at the crowd, shouting in what she knew was a sure victory. And after Tara had jumped and her gold was confirmed, y/n screamed once more.

The gold which had avoided her so long, which had always slipped from her grasp from a last ditch effort or harsh injury, finally she had it, she had the title which had evaded her. World Champion.

Chloe jumped the barrier, y/n grinning as she caught the blonde who wrapped her legs around her waist. y/n grinned up at her before the blonde lent down and pecked her lips.

"Proud of you." Chloe mumbled into her shoulder as y/n walked her back to the stands, her hands firmly on Chloe's thighs keeping the blonde wrapped in her.

"Couldn't have done it without you lovely." y/n promised her as she placed her back over the barrier. They pulled away and Chloe suddenly groaned.

"I'm covered in sand!" She protests and y/n chuckles as the blonde tries to shake it off, and shake it at a laughing Bunny who shrieks and scrambles away

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y/n: fold like a deckchair - like you when you had that ninth drink at Maisy's! 😝

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mercymaker · 6 months ago

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i spent quite a bit of time thinking, considering my options and wondering if i should even respond to the 'apology' to begin with, but i feel like i've been here before, in this exact same position (i didn't respond to his original 'apology' because it felt off how he omitted the fact that he pretended to be the victim for a whole week, but even then i decided to not say anything and just let the dust settle and give him a chance to learn and do better) and doing nothing eventually just caused more harm. even if i can't reach the other side and find common understanding, i wanted to at least express what's been on my mind for such a long time.

i always try to approach people and situations with understanding and try to assume ignorance instead of malice when someone says or does something i consider questionable or wrong. but i also know we all have our limits. we are all human. and you can't take the heart out of the equation.

one thing in this 'apology' that really stood out to me was this:

how is it not malice to completely disregard another creator, hell, another person and their wishes and feelings when they have made it very clear that your actions are causing them harm?

how is it not malice to outright lie and misrepresent other people and situations in order to portray yourself in a better light?

how is it not malice to disrespect the people you've stolen from and then, after they (by your own words!) rightfully address it and try to bring your actions to light, you then turn around and vilify them to your friends and followers? portray them as bullies and gatekeepers?

all while repeating again and again how the whole experience made you stop creating? as if your actions didn't force people out of this space, this fandom? have you ever sat down to think how the person that made you a 40 minute video tutorial on gif making, the person that taught you so much, no longer makes anything at all because you turned your back on her and copied her sets? kept doing it after she blocked you? after she made text posts expressing how upsetting your behaviour was? you didn't care and kept doing it anyway. even saying things like 'i always credit where credit is due' in response to copying numerous sets from @minthara, down to the caption without ever crediting her.

and if that wasn't enough harm, you then took it a notch further and straight up lied to the people around you, trying to vilify petra and i by saying how the whole thing should've been dealt with in private. how is it not malice to omit the fact that I DID, in fact, reach out to you privately. that i did it in a civil manner. that i tried to explain to you how your actions were wrong and were rightfully upsetting other creators. how you ignored everything i've said and when i expressed that your response (or lack of it) made me uncomfortable and that because of it i couldn't give you permission to 'recreate' (copy) my work, you then insulted me and told me that it didn't matter what i wanted? that you would do as you please and there was nothing i could do about it? how you then immediately blocked me so i couldn't even respond? how is that not malice?

and then this was from your apology back in march:

and you insist that after this 'apology' you've learnt and were never doing anything wrong again and yet you are saying the same thing again in your new 'apology'. how after the march events you went to @galedekarios anyway, asking for permission, didn't wait for her response and posted your copy of her set anyway. which just makes me think that you've never learnt. it just makes it seem that asking people for permission never stemmed from a place of respect and understanding, but from the need to cover your ass in case someone brings the fact that you're still copying up. which someone did, apparently.

at the end of the day, this is my opinion and i might be wrong, but following all of your words and actions, it just seems like you chose notes and attention instead of people. that you kept lying and misrepresenting things and throwing us under the bus for your own gain. and that you only stopped because enough people eventually found out, not because you suddenly felt remorse. and this 'apology' was just another 'ask for permission from a creator', all just for optics. you couldn't even bother to unblock us before posting the 'apology' which just shows how little you were actually thinking about any of us.

#gah there's honestly a lot i could add but...#i feel like i've said enough to get at least some of this off my chest #i'm not even going to go into detail how he'd ask for my presets and use my tracked tag in every single one of his gif posts #all while pretty much never reblogging from me #and i know that other creators expressed the same sentiment #just weird.. you want to be part of a community but then you only take and take and take and never give back #and then complain that you feel unwelcome #and if anyone reading this even thinks 'omg so you can't get inspired by other people's work? ? ?? ? ????' for one second like #this ain't about it #there's a difference between getting inspired by someone and just endlessly remaking other people's work #and i'm tired of even having to explain it again and again #i genuinely am just tired.. i've been tired for a while #i feel like all these waves just killed my excitement and drive to be part of a community to try and bring people and creators together #i don't even want to make anything anymore because it feels like the whole community was just ripped apart #all after i've spent months trying to bring people together encouraging them to interact and support one another but then this happens #and keeps happening and what's the point anymore

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miniwhisk · 20 days ago

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Universal Distress Signal

If Peter was going to keep Rose safe, she had to forget him. He made her promise to leave him behind, to go live her life and try to heal from all of their hurt, to stop running. And she did, standing completely still and holding his watery gaze through Catherines window as he was driven away from the hotel - to where, he didn’t know.

She promised him that she would forget him.

He never said anything about forgetting her.

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“Ad Verse is a company that I, along with my esteemed colleagues, have worked tirelessly to build with the highest possible level of transparency and accountability - our privacy is extremely valuable in today’s day and age, but we can work with stakeholders rather than against them to reframe the business-consumer relationship to one built on mutual trust and understanding.”

Peter’s coffee was getting cold. He told himself he liked it better that way, that since he had gotten used to the hardships of field work he was above everyday luxuries like a hot drink. The truth was, he missed the little things like that- waking up with the sunrise, long walks around the Washington Mall - or did he really just miss the person he remembered, that he dreamed, of enjoying those things with?

After glancing at the door as its bell rang, he let his eyes go back to the tv in the corner of the cafe where news coverage of SXSW was playing at a barely audible volume. Thankfully, the captions were on, so he could keep track of what was happening without appearing too interested. A recap of the Women in Tech panel was just ending, and he wasn’t going to miss a single second of her.

She looked good, he thought. More than good. She’d cut her hair into a choppy bob, framing her eyes and giving her an air of sophistication that he’d never gotten to see her with before. She wore a green blazer over dark jeans, her legs crossed and to the side as she leaned toward the interviewer. And those boots. Those stupid ankle boots.

“So, Ms. Campbell, are there any people who helped you along your road to success?”

Peter bristled at the insinuation that Rose needed anyone’s help - she was brilliant, strong, resilient. She didn’t need anyone anymore. Including him.

Rose smiled shyly. “My aunt and uncle, before they passed, made me believe that I could accomplish anything I set my mind to. My first computer science professor, Dr. Lang, encouraged me to stick with it when I felt like a total fish out of water.”

She paused for a moment.

“And my friends. They looked out for me, were there for me when things got tough. I want them to know that I wouldn’t be where I am today without them.”

She looked away from the interviewer and into the camera then, and Peter gave himself one small luxury - the delusion that she was somehow, someway, looking at him. God, if all he ever got to do was look at her one more time…

“Thank you so much, Rose! We know you have a busy schedule and rarely get to be the face of all your hard work, and we appreciate you being here! Best of luck to you and the rest of the AdVerse team!”

Rose stood then, shaking the interviewer’s hand and looked out to the applauding audience. She waved as she walked to exit, but turned her body at the last second back towards center stage.

Peter watched on as she zeroed in on the camera, waved once more, then held her hand still, palm outstretched, before folding her fingers down over her thumb. She waited only a moment more, then turned quickly on her heel and exited the stage, out of view.

He must be seeing things. After 48 hours with no sleep, he couldn’t trust his own senses to know whether or not that had really happened, if that meant what he thought it meant. But no, they had talked about it when they went to Sloane’s suite all those months ago, trying to get to Markus before it was too late.

The universal distress signal.

Peter was frozen, but his mind was going a mile a minute. How could he get to her without putting her back on Monroe’s radar? He had just started to climb the ranks and build trust, if you could even call it that. Why was she in danger? Where was she now?

Then everything stopped. In a moment of clarity, all Peter could think, could feel, was that Rose needed him. He had to find her, to help her, and to get her out of whatever situation she was in.

He had done bad things to save her before. He would do much worse if he was too late.

The bell on the door cracked against the wall as it swung out of his way.

#night agent #gabriel basso #fanfic #the night agent #fanfiction #peter sutherland

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eminentzayn · 4 months ago

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went on chatgpt to imagine something and here it is. while it may not happen like this, or may not happen at all, this made me bawl.

ot5. forever AND ever.

A year passed, and life took them all in different directions again, but the loss of Liam had left a lasting impression. Slowly, the boys began to reconnect in small ways—a quick text here, a shared photo there. It felt fragile but comforting, a reminder that the bond they’d built wasn’t so easily broken.

Then, one day, Harry suggested something in the group chat.

“Let’s all meet up for a weekend. Just us. Like old times.”

There was a moment of hesitation as everyone read the message, each of them knowing it would mean facing a lot of feelings, good and bad. But one by one, they all agreed, and the date was set. They chose a quiet seaside cottage, far from prying eyes, a place where they could truly be themselves without the world watching.

When the day arrived, Zayn felt a mixture of excitement and nerves as he pulled up to the cottage. He hadn’t seen everyone together like this in years, and a part of him worried that things wouldn’t be the same. But as he got out of the car, he heard a familiar voice shouting, “Zayn! About time you showed up!”

It was Louis, standing on the porch with a smirk and a glint in his eye. Beside him were Harry and Niall, waving him over with smiles that held a warmth Zayn hadn’t felt in years.

“Come on, mate,” Niall said, clapping him on the back as he joined them. “We’re not letting you sit in the car all day.”

They all walked inside, and Zayn felt a strange sense of comfort as he looked around. It was like stepping back in time—no cameras, no fans, no expectations, just the four of them. They spent the first few hours catching up, talking about their lives, the places they’d traveled, the music they were working on. But as night fell, the conversation naturally drifted to Liam.

Louis cleared his throat, his voice softer than usual. “I still can’t believe he’s gone. It feels like he’s just… on tour or something, you know?”

Harry nodded, his gaze distant. “He’d probably be here laughing at us right now. Telling us to stop being so sentimental.”

The others chuckled, and the room filled with a bittersweet warmth as they shared stories about Liam—his terrible dad jokes, the way he’d always try to keep everyone together, how he’d check in on each of them even when they hadn’t spoken in a while.

“I always thought he’d be the one to pull us all back together someday,” Zayn admitted quietly, glancing around. “But maybe… maybe we’re doing that for him.”

Niall smiled, eyes misty but warm. “I think he’d be happy to see us here. Like this.”

They spent the night reminiscing, laughing until they cried, letting themselves remember the good without shying away from the hard parts. There was a healing in the air, a sense that the years apart had faded in the face of the love they all shared.

As dawn broke, they stood together on the porch, watching the sun rise over the sea. Without a word, Louis raised a hand, and one by one, the others joined in, forming a quiet circle.

“To Liam,” Louis said softly, his voice steady. “To family.”

They stood there in silence, letting the weight of the moment settle. And in the quiet, Zayn felt something he hadn’t in years—a sense of peace, of unity, of coming home.

For the first time in a long time, he knew that this wasn’t the end but a new beginning. They would go their separate ways again, but now they had something to carry forward—a bond that had survived everything life had thrown at them and come out stronger.

Months after their emotional reunion at the cottage, the idea began to stir among them—tentative at first, like a distant echo of something familiar. It started with small hints and jokes in the group chat. Niall would drop a cheeky “When’s practice, lads?” or Harry would send a throwback clip of them singing in perfect harmony, captioned with a nostalgic “Miss this.”

Then one night, Harry brought it up seriously: “What if we did a proper reunion? For us, for him… for everyone who’s been with us through it all.”

The group chat went silent for a moment. Then, Louis replied, “He’d love that, wouldn’t he? Us back on stage, doing what we did best.”

Zayn was the last to respond, but after a long pause, he finally typed: “Let’s do it. One more time. For Liam.”

The planning began in earnest, and the excitement was infectious. Each of them felt a mix of nerves and anticipation as they worked through old songs, rewrote harmonies, and thought about how to honor Liam in a way that felt true. They kept the news close, wanting to rehearse quietly without the public’s eye, but the anticipation grew with every session. Zayn felt a mix of nostalgia and healing in the rehearsals, finding himself laughing and harmonizing with the others as naturally as he had all those years ago.

Then came the day of the concert. They’d chosen a modest venue—a surprise show for a small, intimate audience of fans who had been with them from the start. The night was dedicated to Liam, with the stage bearing his initials subtly woven into the set design. Backstage, as they gathered before going on, they took a moment in silence, letting the enormity of what they were about to do sink in.

“Ready, boys?” Louis asked, his voice carrying that familiar confidence they’d all relied on.

Harry put his arm around Zayn, pulling him into a huddle. “One last time,” he said, his eyes shining with both excitement and a hint of tears.

When they stepped on stage, the crowd’s roar was deafening. They started with their classics, the music filling the space like it had never left, voices blending in harmony as naturally as breathing. And through it all, they felt Liam’s presence in every note, in every shared glance.

In the middle of the set, they took a pause. Harry, standing center stage, addressed the audience. “This one’s for our brother, Liam,” he said softly, the crowd falling silent. “For everything he gave us, and everything he stood for.”

As they sang a song in his honor—a heartfelt ballad they’d written together during rehearsals—the audience lit up the venue with their phones, the lights flickering like stars. The moment felt eternal, a tribute not just to Liam, but to everything they’d been through together.

The night ended with a sense of triumph, of peace. Backstage, they hugged, laughter and tears mingling, feeling like they’d finally come full circle. The show had been more than just a concert; it had been a celebration of everything they’d shared, everything they’d overcome.

In the end, they knew that they didn’t need to officially reunite as a band to keep their bond alive. They had each other, their memories, and the strength to move forward. And as they left the venue together, they felt the presence of their fifth member, still with them, always.

After that intimate tribute concert, word of the boys' reunion spread like wildfire. Fans flooded social media with posts, sharing stories and photos from that unforgettable night, begging for more. The response was overwhelming. Every comment, every message carried the same sentiment: “Come back. We need you.”

For weeks, they each sat with the idea, trying to figure out if they were ready to take this journey together again. It wasn’t until one late night call—started by Niall, who had “a bit too much wine” and ended with all four of them on the line, laughing, joking, and reminiscing—that they decided it was time. They would reunite, for real.

They met in London to discuss logistics. Sitting around a table that reminded them of their early days, they made plans with a mixture of excitement and nerves. They talked about what a tour could look like, how they’d balance it with their solo projects, and—most importantly—how to honor Liam in a way that felt true to their history and to him. They decided on a tour, a mix of their old classics and new songs they’d write together, dedicated to the journey they’d shared and the brother they’d lost.

The announcement came on social media one afternoon, and it shook the internet. Their joint message read:

"It’s been a long road, and we’ve been through it all. We’ve laughed, we’ve cried, we’ve grown. And now, we’re ready to come back—together. This is for us, for you, and for the one who’s with us always. See you soon."

The world erupted. Fans around the globe shared their joy, disbelief, and excitement, calling it the return they’d always hoped for. Ticket sales were staggering, selling out in minutes, and the demand was so high that they added more dates across cities they hadn’t visited in years.

Rehearsals were intense, bringing back the camaraderie and the late-night laughs, but also reminding them of how far they’d come. The memories were everywhere, and they poured their hearts into preparing, sharing ideas for new songs and ways to celebrate their roots. Zayn, feeling both nerves and excitement, opened up more than he had in years, reconnecting with each of them on a deeper level.

When the tour finally kicked off, they walked onto the stage to a sea of screaming fans, their familiar faces lighting up the arena. It was electric, like no time had passed. They launched into their first song, and it was as if all those years of separation melted away, their voices blending, their energy sparking as one. Every performance, every harmony carried a weight and a warmth that wasn’t there before. They were different people now, yet somehow exactly the same.

One of the most powerful moments came each night when they’d dedicate a song to Liam. A spotlight would shine on an empty mic stand, and the crowd would sing along, filling the space with love. It became the emotional core of each show, a way to honor him and remind everyone of the bond that had brought them all together.

As the tour rolled on, they found something they didn’t know they’d lost—a renewed sense of family, of purpose. And as they played their last show, they knew that this reunion wasn’t an end, but a new beginning. For them, for Liam, and for the millions who had been part of their journey all along.

From his place above, Liam watched it all unfold, a soft smile tugging at his lips. There was no pain here, just a warm, endless peace that wrapped around him, yet somehow, he could still feel the love, laughter, and even the ache of those he’d left behind. Watching his brothers find their way back to each other felt like the best gift he could have received.

He saw them in that first reunion at the cottage, each of them carrying their own burdens, their own memories of what once was. He watched them sit around that old table, sharing stories and finally letting go of the hurt they’d all kept hidden. He felt pride swell within him, so big it seemed to fill the heavens. It was strange—he couldn’t touch them or speak to them, yet somehow, he knew they felt him there, just as he felt every bit of their love.

When they decided to go on tour, to finally reunite for real, Liam found himself caught between laughter and tears. He knew they’d joked about it before, that he’d always been the one trying to keep them together, like an unspoken glue. And here they were, taking that leap, not just for him but for themselves, for the brotherhood they’d built. It was like watching a dream come true, one he didn’t know he’d been holding onto even here.

Every show, every rehearsal, he could see the sparks rekindling—the way they laughed with ease, the glances of unspoken understanding. It was as if those years apart had only strengthened their bond, filling it with a depth he knew only came from real love and shared loss. And when they dedicated that special song to him each night, he felt an indescribable warmth that seemed to fill all of heaven. He could hear every word, feel the energy of the crowd as they sang, filling that empty space where he once stood.

From up here, he whispered to them in his own way, sending little signs they’d know were just for them: a familiar tune playing on the radio when they least expected it, a glimmer of sunlight breaking through on a rainy day, the comforting feeling that they were never truly alone. And each time they felt those small, serendipitous moments, he saw their eyes soften, knew they felt his presence too.

As he watched them finish the tour, their final show carrying every ounce of love and joy and heartache they’d been through, he knew they’d be okay. He’d always be part of them, a silent thread in the music they’d continue to create, the memories they’d continue to make. And though he couldn’t be there in body, he’d forever be with them in spirit, in every harmony they sang and every stage they stepped on.

And as he looked down, his smile grew wider, knowing they would keep him alive in every note, every laugh, every shared moment that lay ahead. Heaven was beautiful, but there was nothing quite like the magic they made together—and Liam knew that, somehow, he’d be with them forever.

#harry #liam #zayn #larry #louis tomlinson #liam payne #harry styles #louis #one direction #niall #niall horan #zayn malik #ot5

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marcelloshdz · 3 months ago

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surprise, surprise

summary: marcello surprising you at work requested by anonymous.

you were sitting in your trailer on set, after what had already been a long morning. you were coming up on the end of your movie shoot, and unfortunately, that meant for longer days on set as you were going through reshoots and the director and producers were trying to wrap everything up.

you were reading lines fron one of the scenes you were shooting today. fortunately, it was a shorter one for you, so you didnt have to be on the screen much. you were in the middle of a line when you heard a knock on the door, which you presumed was a PA grabbing you to head back to set.

you opened your trailer door, eyes widening and jaw dropping as soon as you laid eyes on who was standing there.

“marcello!? what are you doing here?” you exclaimed, excitedly jumping into his arms.

“i needed to come see you. youve been having such long shoot days, and ive missed having you at home.” he said, a small pout pulling on his lips. you pulled out of the hug and pressed a sweet kiss to his lips.

“im so happy to see you.” you said, fighting tears.

“so? are you free? can i take you to lunch?” he asked you. just then, a PA came by and announced that everyone was breaking for lunch.

“i guess so.” you smiled.

marcello took you to lunch at a near by restaurant, the two of you enjoying your meal. you hadn’t realized how much you actually did miss spending time with him like this while your movie was shooting. the shooting schedule had already gone longer than expected, and you were unfortunately pulled away from home for long periods of time. usually, he was okay with it, since he had a busy work life too, but he’d had an unexpected amounts of time off recently that he wished he was able to spend with you.

after your meal, marcello took you back to set and walked with you back to your trailer.

“thank you for lunch.” you said to him as you stood outside your trailer door.

“of course.” he said, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into him. he leaned down and pressed a kiss to each of your cheeks. “what time do you think you’ll be getting home?” he asked.

“hopefully not too late. i really dont think we have that much left to do around here, so should be around dinner time.” you said. “i’ll text you when i leave and i can pick us up something to eat.”

“sounds good.” he smiled. you shared another kiss and said your goodbyes as you had to get back to work.

later that evening, you were finally wrapping things up on set. you were fortunately able to leave a bit later than you expected, so you text marcello and let him know that you were on your way home. you stopped for food at a restaurant close to your house that you and marcello frequented, and they knew you there. you ordered your usual meals, then you were finally home.

you walked into the living room to marcello lounging on the couch watching tv. you joined him, spreading out your food on the coffee table. soft chatter began flowing between the two of you as you ate and watched the show.

later that evening, you eere laying in bed, mindlessly scrolling on your phone. you were on tikok, when marcello came up in your following feed.

“come with me to surprise my girlfriend at work” the captions on his video read. you smiled to yourself, immediately replaying the events in your head.

you watched as he went through his morning routine, got dressed, and made his way to the set. he’d text someone he knew who was also working on the movie to help get him past security and lead him to where you were actually shooting. you were getting giddy all over again, watching him make his way to your trailer, you reunion and leaving with him. you were surprised he’d made it that far and you never even realized he was filming any of it.

you were reading through some of the top comments, everyone saying how cute the two of you were and how happy they were to see this moment between the two of you. you couldn’t believe that so many people had already seen the video in the couple of hours it was up.

“i love you so much. 🥺🥺” you commented. you watched the video one more time before closing out of the app and putting your phone on the charger.

marcello had finally joined you in bed, and you made yourself comfortable in his arms. you felt him press a kiss to the top of your head before wishing you a goodnight and turning out the light. he tightened his arms around you, both of you drifting off into sweet sleep.

#marcello hernandez #marcello hernandez x reader #marcello hernandez imagine #marcello hernandez imagines #snl #saturday night live

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thebunnednun · 9 months ago

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Whispers of the Heart Dracule Mihawk x Fm! Reader (Part 4)

I do not own the artwork its by: @xuchuan25 Tell them they're amazing y'all!

Chapter 4 in the building y'all!!!! I just needed to see my Buggy.

Part 1 can be found: Here

Part 2 is right: Here

Part 3: Right over yonder

Don't be afraid to send me any requests my loves and if you are waiting for the next installment I have another Mihawk story:

*Shadows of the Blade (Dracule Mihawk x Assassin reader)

If you like sexy swordplay and themes of overcoming trauma then this is the story for you!. If you wanna skip to the good stuff try chapter 3.

Backstory:

You've been Dracule Mihawk's personal maid and housekeeper for what feels like an eternity. Let's cut to the chase – you're a badass, sweetheart. Sexy, cool, and confident, with a reputation that precedes you. Been friends with the stoic man for eons by now.

Everyone knows you or knows of you, and it's not just because you keep Mihawk's castle running like a well-oiled machine.

So what happens when you develop feelings for your old friend and boss?

What does he do when he comes home to find you in his room without your panties?

Also, muneca-chan= baby doll

ON WITH THE SHOW!!~

________________Chapter 4: A Clown's Counsel___________________

"Everything is going to be fine," you murmur softly, your voice echoing faintly into the open air.

Your heart pounds with a mixture of excitement and nervousness as you stand alone in the vast, empty waters of the ocean. With a determined expression, you whisper reassuring words to yourself, trying to quell the rising tide of anxiety.

"You've locked down the castle securely. You just need to make this quick trip and return before Mihawk, Perona, and Zoro even realize you're gone." Taking a deep breath, you glance around the dimly lit deck one last time before turning your attention to your bag.

With meticulous care, you rummage through its contents, double-checking that you have everything you need for your journey. Each item holds a significance, a memory of past adventures and encounters that fuels your determination.

'I am a pirate queen of all the oceans. I was raised on an island in the Grand line and chose to live a life of peace. I can fucking sail a boat!'

After hanging up with Shanks last night, you decided to get up and moving if you were going to make your trip in time. Mihawk rarely ever sent word of his return home, unless he wanted a specific dinner and wine waiting for him.

You knew you'd have anywhere from a few days to two months before you saw him again. With a long sigh, you held your face in your hands for a moment of calm.

The weather had turned for the worst overnight leaving you to sail the nearby waters in the middle of a rain storm. But, you honestly didn't mind one bit. It reminded you of your home island and like the homesick tall-child you were, you stood there on your little boat without a jacket or umbrella.

Call you crazy, but you wished for it to rain harder so all the confusing emotions inside you could be washed away somehow. Looking behind you, your eyes caught the slight glimmer of two familiar objects looking out of the bag behind you.

"Mhm," walking over, you reached inside, allowing your fingers to grasp the handle of two familiar old friends. The golden ridges caught the light from your dimming lantern.

Two identical machetes gleamed back at you, a parting gift from your mother. Your native tongue etched into the blade, they possessed a soft hum, almost whispering out to you. The temptation to harness your belt on and feel them resting on your hips again was almost irresistible. But instead, you drew your bag closed over them and set it down once more.

Constantly fighting for your life and the life of your crew mates was not something you missed about the old life. Yes, battles of honor were fun and sometimes even lead to creating new friends, however, there were too many attempts of pure murder.

As a caption, you very much followed Gold Rodgers example of what a pirate should be. However, you also believed in not looking for fights. Now, you weren't out of practice by any means, Mihawk would never allow that.

But you could feel yourself adjust instantly to this old way of living and it kinda bothered you. However, resisting the temptation let you know that you were still you.

You really have come so far in life. <3

Satisfied that you are well-prepared, you make your way to the shores of a nearby island, your footsteps echoing softly in the silence of the night. As you reach the edge of the water, you pause, your gaze scanning the horizon with a sense of anticipation.

Knowing that discretion is key, you reach into your bag once more, retrieving a carefully crafted cloak. The rumors of your death would fool the general public, but not other pirates or worse- fame hungry pirate captions.

You disappeared under the deck for a moment to find an old mirror. Then with practiced precision, you transform your appearance, concealing your identity behind a clever facade. As you adjust the final details of your disguise, you feel a surge of confidence wash over you. A small smile reaches your lips before a giggle slips out.

'Shanks would love this.'

With your transformation complete, you set off along the shoreline, your eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of activity. This island was Buggy's last known location, and you are determined to find him. Every step brings you closer to your goal, your senses heightened with anticipation.

'Now or never.'

As you navigate the sandy shores, the salty breeze caresses your cheeks, invigorating your spirit with a sense of adventure. The moon hangs low in the sky, casting a soft glow upon the landscape, guiding your way through the darkness.

With each passing moment, your anticipation grows, fueled by the promise of reunion and the thrill of the unknown. Your senses are sharp, attuned to the subtlest of sounds and movements, as you scan the surroundings for any sign of life.

And then, in the distance, you catch a glimpse of movement—a flicker of movement amidst the shadows.

A big top.

Without a second thought, you take off running in that direction. Unworried about the rain, you can barely hear the sound of your feet hitting the muddy ground over your pounding heart. Your breath quickens with excitement as you draw closer, your footsteps quickening with each stride.

"No you fucking shit head, it's WRONG!"

"Found you!"

Finally reaching the tent, you poked inside to see where that lovable asshole was. Ducking under the bleachers, you watched as a tall familiar figure threw a barrage of insults at some huddled performers. Several freaks were passing and going throughout the chaos to practice their acts and hone their talents.

Amidst a flurry of activity, stood Buggy, his presence commanding attention amidst the chaos. You pause for a moment, watching him rehearse with his performers, a fond smile playing at the corners of your lips.

"If you can't get the lion to dance by this Friday, I am going to eat him. I don't give a FUCK how chewy he is!"

There stood a timid man with an animal that cowered before the infamous caption of the East Blue.

Ever the drama queen, Buggy's appearance was as flamboyant and eccentric as ever. He stood tall and proud, his colorful attire adorned with sequins and feathers that shimmered in the light. His hair, a riotous explosion of bright blue curls, framed his face in wild abandon, adding to his larger-than-life persona. His eyes, usually twinkling with mischief and charm, were now almost bloodshot and darted around the room, taking in every detail with a keen sense of curiosity.

You can't help but chuckle at Buggy's theatrics, a familiar warmth spreading through your chest at the sight of him. Despite his bombastic demeanor, you know there's a soft side to him that few ever see.

As the chaos around him continues, you take a moment to compose yourself before stepping out from your hiding spot. With a mischievous grin, you call out to him in a teasing tone:

"Now that's not nice and you know it."

Buggy's head snaps up at the sound of your voice, "We're closed right now!"

"Oh, this dumbass." You roll your eyes under the hood before pulling it from your head. His eyes widening in surprise before a wide grin splits his face. Without a moment's hesitation, he strides forward, his arms open wide in welcome.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't my favorite troublemaker," he replies, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. With a dramatic flourish, he strides over to you, sweeping you into a tight hug that almost knocks the breath out of you.

Finding yourself unable to keep your composer, you giggle into the chest of the shockingly 6'5 man and snuggle into his chest to quil the ache in your heart, returning his embrace with just as much intensity.

"How've you been, sis?" he asks, his voice filled with genuine concern as he pulls back to look at you, his hands resting on the apples of your cheeks.

You relish in the familiar comfort of his presence. "Oh, you know, same old same old," you reply, trying to play it cool despite the category 8 hurricane of emotions swirling within you. "Just thought I'd drop by and say hello."

Buggy quirks an eyebrow at your casual tone, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh really? Or is there something else on your mind?" he teases, giving your left cheek a playful pinch with his fingers.

You roll your eyes, unable to suppress a laugh at his antics. "Maybe a little bit of both," you admit, your voice softening as you meet his gaze.

"I've missed you, Buggy. It's been too long."

Buggy's expression softens, his eyes reflecting the sincerity of your words. "I've missed you too, [Name]," he replies, his voice gentle as he squeezes your shoulders affectionately. "But something tells me there's more to this visit than just catching up."

You let out a sigh, knowing you can't hide anything from Buggy. "You know me too well," you admit, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "There's something I need to talk to you about."

As Buggy's eyebrows furrow in concern, his gaze searching yours for any hint of distress, you take a deep breath, gathering the courage to confide in him. "What's wrong?" he asks, his voice filled with genuine concern.

You glance briefly at his performers, then lock eyes with Buggy again, a sense of urgency gripping your heart. "Got a place where we can chat in private?" you inquire, your voice barely above a whisper.

Buggy's expression flickers to something fierce, a glint of determination in his sea-green eyes as he analyzes you. Without a word, he stands tall, his shoulders squared, commanding the attention of his crew.

"Everyone is to keep performing," he announces firmly, his voice cutting through the air like a whip. "And when I come back, that lion better know how to tap dance or I'm making good on my promise!" His crew responds with a chorus of "Eye Sir's!" before Buggy ushers you away, leading you to a different part of the tent.

With swift efficiency, he pushes you inside a dressing room adorned with a star, the blue clown's symbol adorning the door. As you step inside, the door closes behind you with a soft click, enveloping you in a cocoon of privacy.

Taking a moment to collect your thoughts, you brace yourself for the conversation ahead, knowing that Buggy's keen intuition will leave no stone unturned. As you await his prompting, you can't help but feel a sense of gratitude for his unwavering support, even in the face of your deepest secrets.

The dressing room is a small, cozy space adorned with whimsical decorations that reflect the flamboyant nature of its occupants. The walls are painted a soothing shade of sky blue, with colorful streamers cascading from the ceiling, adding a playful touch to the atmosphere.

In one corner of the room, a vanity table sits adorned with an assortment of makeup and accessories, its surface gleaming under the soft glow of a dim lamp. A large mirror framed in ornate gold stands at the center, reflecting the room's eclectic charm.

Against the opposite wall, a row of hooks holds an array of costumes, each garment more vibrant and extravagant than the last. Sequins sparkle in the light, and feathers flutter gently as if caught in an unseen breeze.

In the center of the room, a plush red armchair beckons invitingly, its cushions adorned with polka dots in varying shades of blue. A small side table sits nearby, stacked with magazines and trinkets, offering a glimpse into the eclectic tastes of its occupants. The air is tinged with the faint scent of powder and perfume, a lingering reminder of the performers who call this space their own.

Despite its small size, the dressing room exudes an undeniable sense of warmth and camaraderie, a sanctuary where secrets are shared and dreams take flight.

Walking over to the vanity, you plucked a familiar red lipstick off the dresser before turning it in your fingers. "Ya know, I used to hate when you'd steal my lipstick," Buggy joked softly, crossing his arms over the swell of his chest.

Upon hearing his words, your fingers instinctively squeeze the familiar red lipstick perched on the edge of the dresser. You hold it tighter, feeling its smooth texture against your skin, a sense of nostalgia washing over you. Looking up in the vanity mirror, you make eye contact with Buggy. His eyes sparkle with fond memories, a playful glint dancing in their depths.

You chuckle softly at his remark, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you remember the countless times you had playfully raided his makeup collection. "Well, you always did have the best shade of red," you tease back, your voice laced with affection.

Setting the lipstick back down on the vanity, you turn to face Buggy, the warmth of his presence filling the room. Despite the gravity of the conversation looming between you, his easy demeanor brings a sense of comfort, grounding you in the present moment.

(You know shits bad when you gotta go to the crazy killer pirate clown for advice and comfort. Love and life advice at that!)

As you lean against the vanity, the soft glow of the lamp casting a warm hue across your features, you find yourself lost in a moment of quiet contemplation. Memories of past adventures with Buggy flood your mind, each one a vibrant snapshot of the bond you share.

"You know," Buggy begins, his tone softening as he meets your gaze, "I've missed having you around. Things just haven't been the same without your antics to liven up the place."

His words stir something deep within you, a mixture of gratitude and longing intertwining in your heart. Despite the passage of time and the distance between you, the connection you share with Buggy remains steadfast, a beacon of light in the darkness.

"I've missed you too," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

"It's been lonely without you."

A flicker of sadness crosses Buggy's features, his gaze softening with empathy. "I know, sweetheart," he says gently, reaching out to gently brush a stray lock of hair from your face. "But you're here now, and that's all that matters." You gently grasp the back of his hand that cradles your face. Almost afraid that you'll wake up in that cold and empty castle again. The warmth of Buggy's palm anchors you to the human world.

In that moment, as you stand together in the quiet intimacy of the dressing room, you are reminded of the strength of your bond with Buggy. Through thick and thin, laughter and tears, you know that he will always be there for you, ready to offer his support and unwavering friendship.

No matter the situation, you'd always been there to defend Buggy and build each other's esteem up. Even Mihawk knew not to slip up when talking about the Flashy Jester if he didn't want to be shanked again.

Speaking of Mihawk-

"So, you gonna tell me why you showed up all of a sudden instead of sending a letter or are we gonna stand here quietly together?" His voice snapping you out of your thoughts with the buzz of its low tone.

"Don't get me wrong muneca-chan, I love seeing you." He softly muses, stepping closer towards you until he pulled the stool from under the vanity out and sits you on it before dropping into his own red chair.

"But something tells me there's more to this visit than just catching up."

You let out a sigh, knowing you can't hide anything from Buggy. "You know me too well," you admit, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "There's something really important I need to talk to you about. Shanks already knows before he called me last night, stop making that face, and you can't tell anyone else under any circumstances!"

Buggy's eyebrows furrow in concern, his gaze searching yours for any hint of distress. "What's wrong?" he asks, his voice filled with genuine concern.

Taking a deep breath, you gather your thoughts before speaking. "It's about love," you begin, your voice barely above a whisper. "I... I think I have feelings for someone, Buggy."

"I think I'm in love."

Buggy's eyes widen in surprise, his expression shifting from concern to understanding.

"Ah, love," he murmurs, his voice soft with sympathy. "Love can be a tricky thing, especially when it comes to matters of the heart."

You nod, grateful for his understanding. "I just don't know what to do," you admit, your voice tinged with uncertainty. "I'm torn between staying here and following my heart."

Buggy places a comforting hand on your shoulder, his touch grounding you in the midst of your turmoil. "Listen to me, [Name]," he says, his voice gentle yet firm. "You can't let fear hold you back from pursuing what makes you happy. If you have feelings for someone, then you owe it to yourself to explore them, regardless of the outcome."

You take in his words, feeling a sense of clarity wash over you. "Thank you, Buggy," you say softly, your voice filled with gratitude. "I needed to hear that."

Buggy gives you a reassuring smile, his eyes sparkling with warmth. "Anytime, sis," he replies, giving your shoulder a comforting squeeze.

"Now, let's hear who the lucky one is!"

Your smile stiffens before you whisper out quietly. Buggy frowns and leans closer from his chair.

"What's that, starshine?"

As you gather your thoughts, the weight of your confession is lingering heavy in the air. Buggy's concern deepens, his brow furrowing as he leans in closer, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation.

With a sigh, you summon the courage to speak, your voice barely above a whisper. "It's... it's Mihawk," you confess, your words hanging in the air like a delicate thread.

Buggy's eyes widen in surprise, his expression a mixture of shock and understanding. "Mihawk?" he repeats, his voice tinged with disbelief.

"As in, Dracule Mihawk?"

You nod slowly, feeling a sense of relief wash over you as the truth finally comes to light. "Yes, Mihawk," you confirm, your voice steady despite the turmoil raging within you. "I... I think I'm in love with him."

Buggy's initial reaction catches you off guard. His eyebrows shoot up in surprise, and for a moment, a look of concern flashes across his face. "Wait, hold on a second," he says, his voice tinged with disbelief.

"Are you serious?"

You nod, feeling a pang of uncertainty creeping in. "Yes, Buggy," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper. "I know it sounds crazy, but... I think I might be in love with him."

Buggy's expression darkens, his features contorting into a mixture of shock and concern. "Are you feeling okay?" he asks, his voice laced with worry. "I mean, have you been feeling sick or something?"

You shake your head, a sense of frustration bubbling up within you. "No, Buggy, I'm not sick," you retort, a hint of irritation seeping into your tone. "I'm serious about this."

Buggy lets out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his wild blue hair. "Look, muneca-chan," he begins, his voice taking on a more serious tone. "This isn't something to take lightly. Mihawk is... well, he's not exactly the most approachable guy, you know? And besides, he's your boss, for crying out loud!"

You feel a surge of defiance rising within you. "I know all of that, Buggy," you say firmly, your voice unwavering. "But I can't help how I feel."

Buggy's frustration mounts, and suddenly he's popping his hands off in a fit of anger.

"Has he been trying to feel up on you? OW- OKAY! PUT THE PALLET DOWN THAT ONE WAS EXPENSIVE!"

While you were holding his makeup hostage, the clown was now rubbing where his hair brush had struck his pectoral. Slowly, you sat back down in the chair as he regarded you like a wild hellcat. A pit of dread now knotted your stomach.

"I'm not joking Buggy, I need thoughts!"

"And prayers, you're gonna need them with that eagle- NOT THE FUCKING FACE!" You lobbed a jar of hair cream at him before breaking down in the vanity stool. "Don't be an ass okay! I didn't say anything about you and Shanks!" You gasped, hoping that your voice wouldn't crack any further.

The weight of your words hangs heavily in the air, and you realize just how much you've been holding back. "I... I'm sorry," you stammer, guilt washing over you as hot, fat tears slip from the corners of your eyes.

Before you can even register it, Buggy has crossed the room in a few quick strides and scooped you up into his strong arms, returning to his chair and settling you onto his lap like a small child.

With your face pressed into his striped shirt, you let the dam burst, unleashing all the pent-up tears you've been holding back. Buggy's hand runs soothingly over your back, cradling your head to his chest as he murmurs comforting words.

Reaching into his sleeve, he pulls out a ridiculously long handkerchief, prompting some weak laughter from you despite your tears.

"You've been doing that corny ass joke since we were kids," you sniffle, gingerly wiping your nose before he tosses the hanky into the wastebasket.

"Yeah, well, it still gets a laugh outta ya, so I'ma keep on with it," Buggy replies with a soft smile. He gazes down at you with those piercing eyes of his, scanning your face with a mixture of concern and affection.

Buggy lets out another exasperated sigh, his frustration evident but tempered by genuine worry. "Look, muneca-chan, I get it," he says, his voice gentler now. "Love can make you do crazy things, feel crazy things. But you need to be careful. Mihawk... he's a complicated guy. He's got a lot of walls up, and he's not exactly known for being... well, open-hearted. I know you guys are friends and I was shocked he let you stay with him. But love is a whole different ball game."

You nod, feeling a bit more grounded by his words and presence. "I know he's complicated, Buggy," you say, your voice steadier now. "But I can't help how I feel. I just needed to tell someone, to get it off my chest."

Buggy holds you a little tighter, his grip reassuring. "Well, you've told me now, and we'll figure this out together," he promises. "Just don't go making any rash decisions, okay? Take your time, think things through. And remember, no matter what happens, you've got me in your corner."

His words, laced with both caution and encouragement, bring a small but genuine smile to your face. "Thank you, Buggy," you whisper, leaning into his embrace. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Anytime, starshine," he replies softly, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. "We'll get through this, one step at a time." He wipes the tears from your face with his warm thumbs, "But promise me you'll be careful, okay? I don't want to see you get hurt."

You can see the genuine concern in Buggy's eyes, and it touches your heart. Despite his gruff exterior, you know that he cares deeply for you, and his protective instincts are kicking in full force.

You nod, grateful for his understanding. "I just don't know what to do," you admit, your voice tinged with uncertainty. "I'm torn between staying here and following my heart."

Buggy places a comforting hand on your shoulder, his touch grounding you in the midst of your turmoil. "Listen to me, sis," he says, his voice gentle yet firm. "You can't let fear hold you back from pursuing what makes you happy. If you have feelings for Mihawk, then you owe it to yourself to explore them, regardless of the outcome." Your eyes glance over his right pec, knowing who's picture was hidden inside that pocket.

"But here's the thing about love, [Name]. It's not always easy to understand, and it's certainly not always convenient. But when you find someone who makes your heart skip a beat, someone who makes you feel alive in a way you've never felt before, well, you'd be a fool not to hold onto that with both hands."

Buggy's gaze softens, his features morphing into a look of genuine empathy. "Love is a complicated thing," he murmurs, his voice filled with compassion. "But if Mihawk is the one who holds your heart, then you owe it to yourself to pursue those feelings."

He gives you a reassuring smile, his eyes reflecting the depth of his friendship and loyalty. "You'll figure it out, sis," he says, his voice filled with confidence. "And remember, I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

His words struck a chord deep within you, resonating with the turmoil of emotions that had been swirling inside you since Mihawk's departure. Suddenly, everything seemed to fall into place, the confusion and uncertainty giving way to a newfound clarity. Buggy gives you a reassuring smile, his eyes sparkling with warmth.

"Anytime, [Name]," he replies, giving your shoulder a comforting squeeze.

You nod, grateful for Buggy's understanding and support. "Thank you, Buggy," you whisper softly , a sense of gratitude flooding your heart. "I needed to hear that."

As you stand wrapped in Buggy's embrace, you feel a sense of relief wash over you. His arms are strong and comforting, a reminder of the unwavering bond you share. But as he pulls back, a toothy grin spreads across his face, and you catch a glimpse of a familiar, sinister gleam in his eyes.

"And if he fucks up," Buggy says, his voice low and menacing, "there's gonna be one less Warlord in the sea."

The way he says it sends a shiver down your spine, and you can't help but chuckle nervously. Buggy's expression is a mix of protective determination and a hint of madness that you've come to recognize over the years. His blue curls frame his face, giving him an almost theatrical appearance, but you know better than to underestimate the seriousness behind his words.

His gaze sharpens, and for a moment, the room seems to grow darker as he continues. "I mean it, muneca-chan. Mihawk might be a badass with that big-ass sword of his, but he's no match for my flashy tricks. One wrong move, and I'll make sure he regrets it."

Buggy's eyes glint with a dangerous intensity, and you can tell that his big-brother instincts are in overdrive. Despite his eccentricities, you know that he would go to great lengths to ensure your happiness and safety. You reach out to place a hand on his arm, squeezing gently to remind him that you appreciate his concern.

"I know you would, Buggy," you say softly, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "But let's hope it doesn't come to that. I just needed to talk to someone who understands."

Buggy's expression softens at your words, the sinister edge fading as he looks at you with genuine affection. "Yeah, yeah," he mutters, rolling his eyes playfully. "Just remember, I'm always here for you, no matter what."

With that, he pulls you into another tight hug, his embrace warm and reassuring. You know that no matter what challenges lie ahead, you'll always have Buggy by your side, ready to offer his unwavering support and friendship—even if it means taking on a Warlord of the sea.

"I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Probably live a very boring and un-flashy life."

"Oh no~, what a nightmare, HEY!"

He flashed you a smile as you held your recently pinched side.

"Now, let's get you set up to spend the night. We've got a lot to catch up on."

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And that wraps up chapter 4 of this series. Oh I am going to make you all work for 'that' delicious chapter.~

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marco-newgate · 10 months ago

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Marco X CisFem Reader

The color drained from your face as you stared at the picture on your phone. It was posted that morning. The way the brunette cuddled up to him made your blood boil. Even if she was nothing, he fucking lied.

How many other dates were cancelled because he was out doing...whatever the fuck this is? How often was he not actually working? The phone tumbled to the table from your trembling had as you shot to your feet.

You needed to get to the bathroom.

"What the hell just happened?" Thatch turned watching you sprint out of the room.

"No idea." Marco muttered flipping your phone over, his half lidded eyes widening as he looked over the photo, "I'll kick his ass."

"Who? What?" Thatch crossed the room to look over his brother's shoulder, "Who's the broad? Wait...weren't they supposed to have a date last night?" He asked scanning the caption one more time.

Marco took a screenshot and opened your text fulling intending to send it to himself and take care of your Sanji problem.

"Don't." Thatch snatched the phone away, "I know you're protective but F/N has to decide what to do about this."

"If I kill him she won't have to worry about it." Marco growled.

"You aren't killing anyone. But you should probably go check on her." The brunette pushed him out of the kitchen.

Marco started down the hall that lead to the den passing the clusters of family photos, a lot of which you were in. Light spread against the linoleum in front of the bathroom door.

"Uh you OK in there yoi?" He asked pressing his ear to the wood.

You turned the knob leaving it slightly ajar. He took it as permission to enter quietly closing it behind him. You'd thought you were going to be sick instead you just stood there trying to remember how to breathe. Marco watched you huff for a moment before deciding to pull you into his chest. He hadn't given you an actual hug in a very long time. You assumed because he wasn't a touchy guy. Since the crush incident it was side hugs and light punches for you. But someone had to comfort you in Ace's absence.

"I wasn't trying to pry but I saw your phone." He murmured resting his chin on your head as you burrowed into his shirt.

"You guys warned me." You said weakly.

"I'm not here to gloat yoi." He began to sway, "You're an adult. He gave you every reason to trust him."

"I just feel really stupid." Your eyes began to burn.

"You? Stupid? Are you kidding? You're the smartest person in this house right now." He scoffed, "Look, I know you...love him, but Sanji doesn't define you. And he is definitely the stupid one here. You're just too precious and he doesn't know how to handle you."

"You have to say that." You whimpered.

"Says who? I also know what a shit you are. Don't forget that." A dry laugh squeaked passed your lips.

"Thanks Marco."

"So what do you wanna do about this yoi?" He placed his hands on your shoulders gently pushing you back to face him.

You stared up at his forever sleepy face, "I'm not sure. We were supposed to sign the lease for our apartment next week. And my lease is up on the 28th."

"You have a room here. Don't worry about that. I mean what are you going to do about him? Because I have a few ideas."

"No killing anyone... Yet."

"F/N!" Ace shouted from the kitchen.

Marco stepped back opening the door for you.

"Stop screaming idiot!" The blond called tugging you out of the room.

You were halfway down the hall when Ace scooped you up.

"I'll kick his ass." The ravenette muttered squeezing you tight.

"You guys have to let me get to him first."

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"What the fuck is this?" You shoved your phone in the blond's face making him back into his apartment door.

His eyes widened in surprise, "Wha – what are you...."

"You lying sack of shit." You sneered.

It had been two days and you had only managed to get angrier.

"I-inside." He stammered fiddling with the door knob.

Ace and Marco sat in the car ready to intervene if things got too heated.

"Let me explain."

"I'd love to hear why you felt you could sneak around behind my back without me finding out." You jabbed a finger in his chest, "Be honest. Did I not give you enough? You think I'm an idiot?"

"N-no...of course not. I just..." His voice trailed off.

"What?" Your stomach dropped.

Maybe you didn't want to know the rest of what he had to say. You suddenly didn't want to have any of your questions answered. You weren't prepared for how much it would hurt.

Fight was fading away and flight was kicking in.

"I just ... don't think I can be with just one person." He lowered his gaze.

That was it?

Before you knew it your fist was colliding with his jaw sending him to the floor.

"Two years!" You reeled back for another blow.

He didn't flinch or shy away. He just took it.

You stood and stepped back wiping your face on your sleeve smearing your makeup.

"Just drop my stuff off at pops'." You breathed between sobs.

"I'm sorry." He whispered.

"Fuck you."

You slid across the back seat slamming the door and slumping over.

"What happened to your hand yoi?" Marco asked climbing over the front seat.

You weren't capable of responding. Your chest was constricting, squeezing all of the air out of your lungs.

Marco sat down laying your head on his thigh calmly rubbing your shoulders and back while you sputtered.

"You punched him yeah?" Ace chirped proudly glancing in the rearview as he shifted the car into gear.

You nodded.

Marco slouched out of his black flannel shirt and wrapped it around your bleeding knuckles, "Let's get you home yoi."

#second chances #marco x reader #marco the phoenix #one piece #x reader #whitebeard pirates #whitebeard one piece #fem reader #lyndsyh24 #sanji

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lnfours · 2 years ago

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summer loving (ten) ⎸t.h

⌙ summary: your mom and tom’s mom grew up together, swearing that their kids would be life long friends. and it was true, the holland boys were a special part of your life. but on the annual trip to their beach house this summer, everything feels different. and that’s because it is.

⌙ au: based on the book and tv show ‘the summer i turned pretty’ by jenny han. childhood friends to lovers

⌙ wc: 3.7k

⌙ warnings: fluff, fluff, and more fluff. mentions of anxiety/panic attack, some language, tom is a certified softie, idk. i love these two so much.

⌙ pairing: tom holland x fem!reader

masterlist ⎸ chapter nine ⎸ chapter eleven ⎸ listen

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you felt your heart jump into your throat as you stood up, ignoring tom’s voice calling your name. a group of people have gathered around your table, asking if you were ‘shawn mendes’ mystery girl’. people were staring, looking back and forth from their phones back to you, trying to piece it together.

because if you were supposedly with shawn mendes, why were you out with tom holland?

you pushed past the people crowding around you, awkwardly saying ‘excuse me’ as phones were pushed into your face. you made your way outside of the pub, letting out a gasp as you realized you had been holding your breath. you jumped when someone put their hand on the small of your back, turning around and seeing sam.

“you okay?” he asked sweetly. you nodded, catching your breath.

why? why did he post that?

“you don’t look okay,” he said, rubbing your back.

“i just-” you cut yourself off, “i don’t know-”

tom walked out of the bar, a group of girls screaming after him as he made his way over to you, “y/n? what happened? are you alright?”

“i think she’s having a panic attack,” sam said, “we gotta get her out of here.”

tom nodded at his brother, the two of them walking with you to tom’s car. once the two of them helped you into the car, he started driving.

“where are we going, tom?”

“i don’t know,” he said, “somewhere where there aren't a lot of people.”

you closed your eyes in the backseat of tom’s car, tears threatening to spill as you tried to steady your breathing. once inside an empty parking garage that was nearby, tom climbed into the back seat with you.

“you okay, love?”

you shook your head. he placed his hands on your cheeks, “open your eyes, darlin’.”

your eyes opened, meeting his brown orbs, “give me your hand.”

you let him take your hand as he placed it over his chest, his heart beating under your fingertips, “just focus on my heartbeat and breathe with me, okay?”

you nodded as you followed his movements to steady your breathing. after a few minutes, he wiped the tears that had fallen from your eyes with the pads of his thumbs, “what’s going on, love? you can talk to me.”

you licked your lips, “shawn posted a picture of me on his instagram story, a-a picture he took when we were dating last summer. people think he and i are dating.”

he furrowed his eyebrows, fishing his phone out of his pocket as he opened instagram. he clicked on the story icon, reading the same caption you had read 15 minutes ago.

missing summer with you! <3 @/y/ny/l/n

sam’s eyes widened as he looked over at tom’s phone, “this dude really can’t take a hint.”

tom sent him a look, eyes traveling back to his phone, “why did he post this?”

“i don’t know,” you said, “i-i told him we could still be friends and we got lunch when he was in new york a couple months ago, but he knows i chose you. he knows that we’re together. i just don’t understand-”

he cut you off, “hey, it’s okay. it’s not your fault. we’ll figure it out, alright?”

he pressed his forehead against yours and you nodded, his hands rubbing small circles on the top of your hand. your phone was buzzing and lighting up with notifications left and right, which made tom grab it and turn it off.

“trust me, it’s better if it’s off right now.”

you nodded, “can we go home?”

“yeah, baby. let’s go home.”

after getting back into the driver's seat, tom made his way back to the house. he tried to lighten the mood by playing your favorite songs, which did put a small smile on your face. soon enough, he was pulling into the driveway and the boys led you into the house.

“i’m gonna tell the others we’re back,” sam said, holding up his phone, “just so they know where we are.”

tom nodded and you gave him a smile, hugging him. he was caught by surprise for a second before hugging you back.

“thank you,” you said, “for everything.”

he nodded, rubbing your back softly, “always.”

you pulled away and tom nodded his head towards the staircase, “c’mon, love.”

you two made your way into tom’s room. you immediately kicked your heels off and started rummaging through your suitcase for a pair of pajamas. you grabbed a tanktop and a pair of pajama pants out along with your toiletry bag, joining tom in the bathroom as he brushed his teeth.

you sent him a small smile in the mirror, “so, i’ve been thinking.”

he raised his eyebrow, “oh no,”

you swatted his arm at the joke, “shut up.”

he chuckled, turning to look at you as you started taking your makeup off, “what’s that pretty little head been thinking about?”

“so, i’ve talked to kat and my mom about it,” you said, “and i know you said you were coming to new york to film starting next year, but after graduation, what if we…”

he smiled, leaning against the counter, “what if we what, love?”

you knew he knew what you were about to ask, but he just wanted to hear you say it.

“what if we moved in together?”

the smile still pulled at his lips, “as in, you move to london?”

you nodded, “i've done a bunch of research, and i've started contacting companies to see if they’d want to hire me this summer. when i get back, i can start shipping my things here little by little, or we could get our own place? i don’t know-”

“babe-”

“i know it’s really early and i know you’re going to be away filming a lot of the time, but i feel at home here. i don’t want to have to keep timezones in mind when i want to talk to you about your day. i want you, all of the time.”

he didn’t say anything, he just kept smiling at you. you sent him a confused look, starting to worry about what his answer would be.

“i have a house saved on my computer that i actually was planning on going to look at tomorrow,” he said, “maybe we could go look at it together, hmm?”

you smiled back at him. you didn’t know what to say as he pulled you into his body, his warmth radiating through you as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, “sound like a plan?”

“definitely.”

“good,” he said, pulling away from you to look at you, “i think you’ll like it, actually.”

“yeah?”

“mhm,” he hummed, leaning down as he pulled your hips closer to his, “picked it with you in mind.”

you smiled, “i love you.”

“i love you most.”

he pressed a kiss to your lips, the both of you pulling away as tessa barked at the both of you. you giggled at the staffy, bending down and petting her. she wagged her tail happily, accepting the attention.

“you’re coming too, tess,” tom laughed, ”‘don’t worry, love.”

you both finished getting ready for bed. you turned your phone back on as the thousands of notifications caught up, more ringing in as you plugged it in.

you looked over at tom, “what should we do with my sudden rise to fame?”

his eyes shifted towards your direction, seeing that you were on your phone. he grabbed it from your grip, placing it on the nightstand next to you after turning on do not disturb, “we’ll deal with it, tomorrow.”

you sighed, “i just don’t want to be known as someone that i’m not.”

he nodded in understanding, “here, i’ll let you in on a little secret,” he said, sitting up on his elbow as he looked over at you, “as hard as it is, let the negativity roll off your back. half the time, people who send hate don’t have any valid reason to hate you other than the fact that they’re jealous. as long as you know who you are, and those you surround yourself with know who you are, no one else matters.”

you nodded, “easier said than done, huh?”

he nodded, “yeah, but you’ll learn.”

you smiled, watching as he moved back onto his back. you laid your head on his shoulder, “thank you for being there for me tonight. i thanked sam, but i never thanked you.”

“because you don’t have to thank me,” he said into your hair, “it’s what i’m here for.”

you smiled up at him as he spoke again, “wanna watch something?”

“sure. your pick.”

“alright, how about a nice, wholesome movie,” he said. you watched as he clicked on netflix, putting on a movie the both of you had already seen. you looked up at him, his face illuminated by the blue light of the tv, the rest of the room dark.

he looked down at you, a smile tugging on his lips, “what?”

you shook your head, “nothing.”

he leaned down and kissed your forehead, pulling you closer to him, “i love you.”

“i love you, too.”

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the next morning you woke up, rolling onto your side as you snuggled into tom’s warmth. he wrapped an arm around you, scrolling through his phone.

his comment section had flooded, his messages blowing up, and when he went to your instagram he saw you had gained thousands of followers within the past 12 hours.

he couldn’t even scroll through his socials in peace without an account turning what happened last night into a headline.

‘shawn mendes posts about mystery girl who’s later seen out and about with tom holland at a pub in london’

he clicked on your instagram, your posts erupting with likes and comments. he couldn’t help himself as he clicked on the bubble icon, scrolling through.

‘i feel kinda bad for her :/ she was living a normal life until now all because she was posted on someone’s story’

‘so, is she dating tom or shawn?’

‘she’s pretty! doesn’t matter who she’s with, they’re lucky to have her :)’

he was thankful that most were positive messages, his fans calling out those who said anything unnecessarily negative. shawn’s fans did the same, however each side wanted that one big question answered.

was she with tom or shawn?

it took everything in him not to post pictures he had taken of her throughout their friendship and relationship, it took everything not to show her off and openly claim her as his.

it wasn’t his place. he wasn’t going to do it without you knowing.

instead, he did the next best thing he could think of.

he climbed out of bed, tucking you back in as he pressed his phone to his ear. he walked out of the bedroom, cracking his bedroom door open slightly as he stepped into the hallway.

“hey, sorry if i woke you, i just realized what time it was over there,” he said quietly.

“hey, tom,” kat's voice chirped through the other end of the line, “it’s alright, can’t sleep, anyways. but, how’s y/n? is she okay? she hasn’t responded to my texts and it says her phone is on, do not disturb.”

“yeah, uh, she had a panic attack last night but i helped her through it,” he said, peeking into the bedroom to make sure you were still asleep, “she’s tired, mentally, i can tell.”

“yeah,” kat sighed, “i just don’t understand why shawn would post something like that. i mean, he knows the two of you are together. i just don’t get it.”

“maybe he gets the strong urge to treat her better than i can?” he joked and she let out a laugh.

“trust me, you’re doing pretty good in my book right now,” she said, “can’t believe at one point that i was team shawn.”

he smiled, letting out a soft chuckle, “at that time, i couldn’t have blamed you.”

there was a soft chuckle from her end of the call, her smile audible. he was thankful that you had someone like kat in your life, someone to keep tabs on you, who cared about you as much as he did.

“so, how's house hunting going?” she asked. of course kat knew. she was the one person who was told everything, all the secrets, the plans, all of it.

“good,” he nodded, walking down the steps, “she mentioned moving here last night and i told her everything. i think i might've found a potential house, as long as we both agree on it.”

she smiled on the other end, evident in her voice, “she’s mentioned it to me a couple times, just as ‘what-if’ scenarios. i'm glad she finally talked to you about it.”

“what about you, though? gonna stay in the city?”

“nah, probably not,” she said, “i’ve been looking for an excuse to leave for a while now, y/n thinking about moving to london just gives me an excuse.”

“where do you think you’ll end up?” he was genuinely curious.

“who knows,” she sighed, “was thinking about finding somewhere not far from my parents in jersey. city life is exhausting.”

he let out a laugh, “i think you mean american city life is exhausting.”

“okay, whatever, london boy.”

“seriously, what is everyone and this taylor swift song?”

she laughed, the noise of the tv filling the background, “i’m gonna try to get some sleep, but text me if you need anything.”

“sure thing, thanks.”

“always,” she said.

he hung up the phone and put it down on the counter, starting to make some coffee as he felt a pair of cold hands wrap around his torso. he jumped a little at the feeling, relaxing quickly, “good morning, love.”

“‘morning, tommy.”

he smiled at the nickname before turning around in your grasp, “what’re you doing up already? didn’t expect you to be awake for another hour or so.”

you shrugged, cheek pressing into his chest, “it got cold.”

he chuckled softly, “i could tell by the ice cubes you call fingers.”

you playfully rolled your eyes at him, looking up to meet his eyes, “what time do we have to leave for that showing?”

he looked down at his watch, “around noon,” he brushed a few strands of hair from your forehead as you continued looking up at his brown orbs, the chocolate color sparkling in the early morning sunlight, “figured we could go down to that little cafe you like and get some breakfast before hand. how’s that sound?”

you smiled up at him, “the one with the strawberries and cream crepes?”

he smiled, “that’s the one.”

“sounds perfect.”

he smiled, “good, it’s a date then,” he chucked and you both smiled as the kettle started to whistle quietly. he fixed two cups of coffee for the both of you, handing you yours which you graciously accepted.

your peace-filled morning was interrupted when someone came barreling down the steps, “ooh! coffee!”

you smiled as tom handed harry his mug, reaching up to grab another one, “it’s like you know when i’m making coffee.”

harry shrugged, “keen senses,” he looked over at you and smiled, “how are you feeling this morning? any better?”

you nodded, smiling back at the boy, “a lot better, thanks.”

he nodded, snapping his fingers as he bummed, remembering something as he looked over at tom, “oh! almost forgot, mum and dad want us to have dinner with them tonight.”

tom nodded, “alright, what time?”

“dunno, probably around five,” he said, “apparently sams helping out with dinner.”

“thank god,” tom sighed, “i love mum but i'm not in the mood for dry pork chops.”

you snorted, “leave nikki alone.”

“no, you’re just lucky you don’t have to put up with mum's terrible cooking as much as we do.” harry said, putting his mug in the sink.

tom nodded in agreement and you rolled your eyes at the two holland boys. you sipped your coffee smiling down at the blue staffy as she finally decided it was time to wake up.

“morning tess,” you cooed, petting her head as she wagged her tail, happy to see you, “did you sleep well, baby?”

tom smiled as he watched the interaction, you leaving the room to let tess outside. harry nudged his brother’s shoulder, speaking up in the comfortable silence of the kitchen, “so, when are you going to ask her?”

“ask her what?” the eldest brother didn’t tear his eyes from you. he wanted to wake up to this every morning.

harry looked at him dumbfounded, “ask her to marry you, you div.”

he looked over at his curly haired brother, “i don't know. there’s so much left to do.”

harry smiled, “and you know you both want to do them together, so what’s the hold up?”

tom shrugged, “just waiting for the right time, i guess.”

“oh c’mon,” harry laughed, “we all know that it’s always been you. has been ever since she was eight years old. even mum has a bet with dad going on about how long it’ll take you.”

tom chuckled, sipping his coffee before turning to his brother. his cheeks turned a light shade of pink, trying his hardest to keep his secret.

his dirty little secret? he already had a ring. he just needed to pick the right time.

“i’m just gonna see where we’re at when she graduates this spring,” he said, “and then go from there.”

harry nodded at his eldest brother, patting his shoulder, “for all of our sakes, please don’t keep us waiting too long. it’s the most anticipated wedding of the whole family.”

he laughed as harry smirked, making his way back up the wooden steps. as if on cue, you and tess walked back into the house. he smiled at you as you made your way into the kitchen, it was obvious he was staring but he didn’t care.

“what?”

he shook his head, “nothing,” he let you lean into his chest as he wrapped an arm around your back, “ready look at our potential future home?”

you nodded, a smile plastered on your face, “of course.”

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the showing went really well, the house was damn near perfect. it wasn’t far from where he was currently living, had a big backyard for tess to roam around in, had a great open floor plan for entertaining all your family and friends.

it literally checked all the boxes. everything you and tom wanted in a home. however, it would take a little bit for you to be granted uk citizenship, so you decided to sit on it a little.

part of the whole thing made you a little bit nervous, like how long it would take for you to be able to officially be granted citizenship? would the house of your dreams still be available? how would you move all your things over?

tom noticed how quiet you had gone on the car ride home, placing a hand on your knee. you were pulled out of your trance as you looked over at him with a gentle smile.

“you okay?”

you nodded, “mhm, just thinking.”

he nodded, “about anything in particular or…?”

you shrugged, “not really, i guess. just life. how fast everything is changing, it’s like i can't keep up mentally at the moment.”

“we could always wait a little longer for the move-”

you shook your head, cutting him off, “no, no, i want to move. i want to move over here as soon as i can, it’s just going to take a little bit of getting used to, y’know?”

he nodded, “i do.”

you brought his hand up to your lips and kissed his knuckles, smiling as he squeezed your hand.

“i love you.” you said, the cool metal of his ring pressing to the inside of your fingers as he held your hand again.

“i love you more.”

another beat of silence before you spoke up, “god, i don’t want to go back to new york city.”

he chuckled, “think of it this way,” he said, “after the holidays, i’ll be there for filming and we get to spend a few months together. a little trial run of living together, y’know?”

you nodded, “yeah,” you smiled, “i suppose you’re right.”

“always am, love.”

you shoved his shoulder softly, laughing. you couldn’t wait to spend all the time in the world with him.

you checked your phone, your social media popularity still buzzing. you did your best to try to ignore it, but you couldn’t help but be curious.

you hadn’t talked to shawn ever since he posted that photo. you didn’t know what to say to him, to be honest. you didn’t want everyone to think that you were his girlfriend who was also seeing tom holland, but what else could you do?

unless…

“hey,” your voice broke the silence for the third time on this car ride, “i’m going to say something possibly a little crazy and i’m gonna have to have you hang with me for a second.”

he cocked a brow, “what’s that?”

“post me,” you said, “post whatever picture, or pictures i guess, you want. make it clear that i'm yours and that you’re mine.”

he looked over at you, “you sure you want to do that right now?”

“how else are people supposed to get over the whole fake love triangle they think we’re in?”

“i don’t know,” he sighed, “i just don’t want any more backlash to come your way.”

“fuck anything negative someone has to say,” you said, “i love you. i’d scream it from the rooftops if i had to. you’re mine, and i'm yours. for my own sake, i need everyone to know that.”

the car was silent for a few seconds as tom was contemplating his answer.

“okay. i'll do it.”

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cryingabtab · 1 year ago

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Save Me A Spark - Part 14

Warnings: Angst, Crying, Cursing

Pairing: Austin Butler x Cassie Hale (OC)

Word Count: 1070

“Believe nothing you hear, and only one half of that you see.” ~ Edgar Allan Poe

Austin had to fight the urge to throw his phone across the room after Rory had hung up on him. He opted to set it down next to him while he curled into a ball and sobbed into his knees. Had he really been given wrong information? Did Rory mean it when she said that Cassie loves him? That Cassie wasn’t just using him? That’s not what he had been told three days prior during an emergency meeting that his manager had called.

~3 days earlier~

Austin walked down the hallway to his manager’s office with a pep in his step. He knew he should probably be feeling anxious about this emergency meeting, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He was happy. He missed Cassie, of course, but he loved that he got to text and call her. He was excited to get back and see her.

Upon opening the office door, all of his previous pep dissipated in an instant. There, talking to his manager, was his ex girlfriend, Claire. They both turned to look at him. “Austin,” his manager addressed him. “Have a seat.”

Austin hesitantly sat down in the chair next to Claire. “What’s this about? Why is she here?”

His manager sighed. “She has brought something to my attention that I think you should know about,” she began. “That girl you’ve been seeing? She’s using you.”

Austin’s face scrunched up, “What? That’s absurd.”

“The floor is yours,” his manager said to Claire.

Claire nodded before turning in her chair to face Austin. “We know she’s not famous. Of course, that’s not necessarily a bad thing. However, in this case, it is. She’s trying to get famous. You’re all part of her plan.”

Austin scoffed, “How could you possibly assume something like that? You don’t know her.”

Claire nodded. “You’re right. I don’t know her. But I can tell she doesn’t care about you. She never talks about you and the only thing she’s ever posted of you is a picture with her band on her band’s account. I also did some digging and found out that she and the guy at the recording studio she uses are a thing.”

Austin’s face dropped, “What?”

“Yeah, on her personal Instagram account there’s pictures of the two of them together,” she pulled her phone out to show him. “See, she’s kissing his cheek here, they’re hugging in this one, and the caption on this one says ‘I love you Matty’. It doesn’t look good for her.”

For some reason, that sold Austin. He went completely silent as he tried to hold back tears.

His manager spoke up again. “I’m so sorry, Austin.”

Austin didn’t respond to her.

“Austin, I care about you. I still love you,” Claire said softly. “We can get you through this. She’s not worth it.”

~Present Time~

Austin knew he had to find out the truth. And there was only one person that he could talk to in order to get it.

That person was Cassie.

He stood up and walked to the bathroom, blowing his nose before splashing cool water on his face in an attempt to calm down. He wanted to get as much out of this conversation as he possibly could, and he couldn’t do that if he was bawling his eyes out and hyperventilating. It took him around an hour to finally calm down enough to even pick up the phone.

Austin pressed Cassie’s contact and his thumb hovered over the call button. He sucked in a deep breath and pressed it, letting out a long, shaky exhale as he brought the phone to his ear. He listened as the phone rang…and rang…and rang. She didn’t pick up. Instead, he got her voicemail. “This is Cassie, leave a message.”

He cursed under his breath and hung up the phone, quickly calling her number once more as he began to pace along the floor, rubbing the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger as he listened to the daunting ring of the phone. After the fourth ring, he heard a trembling sigh, followed by a sweet, but sad, voice. “Hello?”

“Cassie,” Austin breathed. “I-I’m so sorry.”

There was a long pause on the other end. “Look,” Cassie said, voice pinched and small. “If you didn’t want me, you could’ve just said so.” Quick, shaky breaths could be heard from her line. It broke Austin’s heart.

“No, no, no, please don’t cry,” his panic was evident in his voice. “I’m so sorry, Cass. That’s not the case. Please. Hear me out.”

“You have three minutes before I hang up,” she sniffled.

With a quick sigh of relief and thank you, Austin got to work explaining everything. He was able to explain it all with a minute to spare.

Cassie sighed and he could hear her soft sniffles. “That’s fucked up,” she mumbled. “You should have just talked to me. I would’ve told you that it was all bullshit. And by the way, Matty is just one of my best friends, and probably the band’s biggest supporter. He’s done a lot for us. All of us have pictures and posts with him just like I do. Plus, I’m pretty sure he’s had the hots for Hazel for like…ever.”

“I-I’m sorry. I know, I should’ve talked to you first. I-“ Ausrin was interrupted.

“I wasn’t done,” Cassie said coldly, a sudden change from her previous upset. “You need to learn to think for yourself. Don’t believe everything you see. Don’t believe everything you hear. I cannot forgive you. And I sure as hell can’t trust you.”

Austin began to tear up once more, “Cass, please,” he whispered. “Let me make up for this.”

“If you want to make this up to me,” she started, venom in her voice. “You’ll stay the fuck away from me. Goodbye Austin.” She hung up the phone with a quickness.

“Cassie? Cass?” Austin called frantically into the phone. He pulled it from his ear and realized she had indeed hung up. He sat down on the floor and looked up at the ceiling, tears streaming down his cheeks before he could even begin to realize he was crying.

He needed to make this up to her. He needed her in his life. He couldn’t let her go. And he needed a plan.

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sunkibae · 3 months ago

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DECODE; eli moskowitz | prologue

Pairing: Eli Moskowitz x fem!oc

Warnings: none in this chapter

Word Count: 654

A/N: First cobra kai fic i'm writing. You can also read it here -> wattpad

I don't consent this work being copied translated or reposted !!

In the passenger seat sat a younger version of the woman, her daughter Kelly. Long dark hair in disarray after a two-hour nap in the car and glassy eyes gave the impression that the teenager was not in the best mood. Contrary to appearances, Kelly was happy; she was only worried about her mother. She glanced at Nancy, who was biting her lower lip again, staring at the sign they were approaching. Kelly squinted, trying to read the large colorful lettering from a distance.

"San Fernando Valley, California." She read aloud, momentarily capturing her mother's attention, who sent her an encouraging smile. Kelly began to wonder whether Nancy wanted to encourage her or herself more. The girl shook her head, then glanced at the car radio and smiled slightly to herself. She pulled out her phone from her pocket and connected it to the car speakers, then started the playlist they always listened to together and turned the music up loudly. "Girls Just Want To Have Fun" blared from the speakers at full volume, and with a smile that was increasingly spreading across her face, Kelly began to sing, swaying to the rhythm of the music.

The woman looked at her daughter, breathing a sigh of relief. She was worried, but if Kelly saw the positives and was happy, then as her mother, Nancy needed nothing more. Kelly's smile was the greatest support and assurance of a well-made decision. She knew that they both had to leave the last few years far behind, erase them from the record, and move on. According to Nancy, there was no better place to do that than her hometown of The Valley where she knew she had loved ones she could truly count on.

The woman let out a soft laugh as she looked at the huge banner they were passing by. A large image of her friend with the caption "We Kick the Competition" took up almost half of the building.

"Isn't that Uncle Daniel?" Kelly's question pulled the woman from her internal thoughts.

"Yes," she sent her daughter an amused smile. "That's definitely Daniel."

<<<<>>>>

Kelly looked around the living room of their apartment and then placed the pitcher of lemonade she had just finished on the table. The August sunset perfectly illuminated the room, putting the girl in a blissful mood. She felt free; no place on earth could give her as much comfort as her mother's hometown. She had been here twice before and always returned with only good memories, which was exactly what she needed now. She knew that only here could she rid herself of thoughts about the last two years of her life.

The sound of the doorbell rang through the apartment, and a smile immediately spread across Kelly's face. She already knew who she would see shortly and could hardly wait. She practically skipped over to Nancy, who had just approached the door and opened it wide. A family of four stood on their doorstep, with equally big smiles on their faces.

"Daniel!" Nancy exclaimed, immediately hugging her friend, followed by his wife Amanda and their kids, Samantha and Anthony. Kelly watched this through her mother's shoulder, a silly smile of happiness on her face.

"Kelly! Come here!" Daniel spread his arms wide, and the girl instantly responded by embracing the man. As she greeted them all, she felt her heart racing with euphoria; the Larusso family was like her closest relatives.

"I missed you all so much." she said sincerely, then turned her gaze to Anthony. "Even you, kiddo, though you're a relentless pain in the butt."

-> next chapter

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spideysbruh · 2 years ago

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Piece Of You

they're not public yet!!!

Whenever Shawn isn't around, Alex and Brian get along just fine. They've known each other a pretty long time and so things were never awkward around the apartment when Shawn left. They’re always comfortable together and Shawn loved that. But lately, he's been feeling weird about it.

Like take today, Alex is sitting at the table, eating cereal while Shawn is making himself breakfast when Brian sits down next to Alex and scoots his chair closer to her and shows her a TikTok on his phone. That's not the whole problem, the other part is that when she was watching the TikTok, Brian rested his head on her shoulder, a big smile on his face.

Shawn eyed him and watched as he sat back up, laughing with Alex. When did they get close like that? Whatever, he's just being paranoid. He hasn't been home in a while, he just forgot what the two are like together. But then Shawn once again sees how close Brian gets to her throughout the day, like him play fighting with her, or sharing drinks, or resting his head on her lap. It is too much, isn’t it??

Later that night after Alex falls asleep, Shawn quietly goes on his phone and clicks on Brians Instagram, scrolling through and trying to find pictures with Alex in them. He succeeds and clicks on the post he published for her Birthday, the pictures are nice. There's one just of her out on the balcony, the next one is an older picture, from when they first met it looks like. But the last one is what gets him.

He shouldn't even be mad, it's not like they're kissing or doing anything questionable, but he's still pissed.

The photo is of Alex and Brian, but Brians arm is wrapped around her shoulders, his hand just above her left boob, and his other hand squishing her face as he's laughing. "What the fuck?" He whispered, scrolling down to see the caption. 'Happy birthday to one of the best people this world has to offer. Here's to 21, Al.' He looked back at the picture and Alex was smiling big, her eyes bright like they always are whenever she and Shawn are together.

Shawn looked through the comments and saw that Alex commented 'Thanks bestie 🥰 Love ya!' Shawn scoffed and clicked on her account, scrolling to find a picture of them on her account. It'll make him feel better. One of the most recent pictures all the way up top, she posted it yesterday. They’re in the car and Alex was grinning while Shawn had his peace sign up with a big smile on his face as well. The next slide was a video she took of them listening to the Tangled soundtrack. Shawn quickly lowered the volume down and smiled at the video, she was laughing as Shawn was singing 'I've Got A Dream' incredibly off-key. The video ended with Shawn saying something about some post on his feed and he remembered that someone else had posted something with her recently. He went to his following list and clicked on their mutual friends.

Is this going too far? Who knows.

He went on Jons page and saw that there was only one picture with her, it was simple enough. No big deal. He went to Matts and saw a few as well, one of them, though, his arms were wrapped around her neck as she stood in front of him, smirking at the camera. The caption being 'Two tens at a party for sixes.'

Shawn huffed and opened his notes, quickly typing a few lines.

'It's so hard, but it's true.'

'Everybody wants a piece.'

The next morning when Alex wakes up, the bed is empty and the place is pretty quiet. She gets off the bed and walks to the bathroom, washing her face and brushing her teeth. When she gets out, Brian is on the counter eating some eggs, "Hey, Al."

"Good morning Brian!" She smiles, standing by the counter next to him, "There still bacon?" She asked, turning around and grabbing a piece of bacon from the stove.

"Yup. Shawn's writing by the way." He said, setting his plate in the sink.

"Oh yeah? That's cool, have you heard any of it yet?"

Brian shook his head and jumped off the counter, ruffling her hair, "Just the piano notes so far, he went to get something apparently."

That wasn't entirely true, Shawn was in their parking garage deep diving Instagram and twitter, looking at videos and photos that people have posted of Alex, for inspiration. It's like everyone is in love with her. It looks like even people she's met once were infatuated with her. He sat in his car as he saw fan edits of her on twitter and there was one titled 'Celebrities being in love with Alex Gonzalez for three minutes straight' he clicked on it and watched everyone from Tom Holland to Dua Lipa eyeing her up and down and smiling really big at whatever she said. He was also in it a few times, but as he should. Even just random people who they've never met. Only he can act like that with her. He quickly types in his notes, ‘I get reckless. I’m obsessive.’

"Mmm alright, well, I have some time today, wanna watch something?"

“Sure.” Brian shrugged, following her to the couch.

Alex sighed and put on some show they were in the middle of.

Shawn came back up to their apartment a bit later and saw Alex and Brian lounging on the couch, a show playing on the TV in front of them, Brian snacking while she sits with her Spider-Man . “Hey! I’m writing a song, baby.” He said as he walked over to Alex and kissed her lightly.

“Mm, I heard. How is it so far?”

“It’s uh, good so far. You know that everyone is in love with you right?” He said, making her snort.

"I think I could name a few people on Instagram that don't." She laughed and Brian chuckled.

"No no no! It's true! Look." He said and pulled out the video, letting her hold his phone. Brian scooted closer and watched as well, an amused smile on his face. Shawn eyed him suspiciously and Brian noticed.

"What?"

"I'm watching you." He said, Alex rolled her eyes and continued watching when Florence Pugh popped up.

"Guys shut up Florence Pugh is in love with me."

"Oh my god, I love Alex! But I am not in love with her. Ya feel?"

"Zendaya?!!"

"Whatever you say, Brian. Just know…"

"Oh my god Daniel Kaluuya?!!!"

"She's like my sister, Shawn. That's just weird."

"So fucking weird- LAKEITH STANFIELD?!!"

"I'm telling you, baby, everyone-"

"Wants a slice of that ass."

"Brian!" Shawn yelled, Alex laughed and shoved Brian away.

"What's wrong, my love? You jealous?" She grinned, getting up to kiss him. Shawn kissed back and pulled her closer.

"Oh god." Brian groaned, getting up to throw his trash out.

Alex ignored him and looked up at Shawn, "You jealous that Lakeith Stanfield likes me?" She smirked, and Shawn pouted, "You don't have to worry, baby. I only got eyes for you.” She finished and kissed his lips lightly.

“Yeah?” He mumbled, his lips brushing against hers, Alex nodded, “You’re mine?”

“As long as you’re mine.” She smirked and Shawn kissed her again.

“Lemme show you my song.” He grinned and pulled her to the piano.

“Nice! Can I hear too?” Brian chuckled, walking along with them.

“No.” Shawn closed the door on him and Alex giggled and sat on the piano bench. “Kay, are you ready?” She nodded and watched as he pulled out his notes app, finding the right keys.

About an hour later, with some help from Alex, (the song rasing her ego quite a lot) Shawn had part of his first verse and chorus done. He came out of the room with Alex right behind him and Brian looked bored out of his mind. “Fucking finally! I thought having two roomates would be nice, because if one of you is gone, there’s another one to hang out with, but then you guys started f-”

“Well, we’re here now, Bri. What do you wanna do?”

“Oh I dunno.”

Shawn snorted and kissed his girlfriends head before sitting on the couch next to Brian, “I’ll order some food. Don’t feel like cooking today.” Shawn said.

“Sounds good.” Alex replied, tossing Brian the remote.

“Al, you’re trending on twitter by the way.” He said and pat her leg before she sat down.

“Oh yeah? Why?” She wondered and pulled out her phone, Shawn cleared his throat and wrapped anarm around her.

“Probably cause you’re so gorgeous, babe. C’mon let’s pay attention to… Brian what'd you put on?"

"The Offi-"

"Oh my fucking-"

"It's being taken off netflix this year!" Brian yelled, Alex laughed at the boys and opened twitter, immediately seeing people talking about her and Shawn and his newest Instagram post. "What the?" She whispered and went onto Instagram.

(pictures here)

@shawnmendes Baby, i'm so into you, it hurts.

"SHAWN MENDES!"

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