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How do you think bruce would react to a Robin pile situation?
oooh this is a fun thought. i think it depends *entirely* if you're working with a morally stable Bruce or a Bruce who's a little fucked up and dead dove-ish. somehow, i think it's actually more fun if it's a completely stable Bruce bc that adds so much more drama and issues if Bruce is deeply unsettled by the idea. if it was maybe just Jason and Dick or Jason and Tim dating that's sort of understandable. Bruce knows that while he may see them all as his sons (except Steph bc do know Robin pile will *always* include Steph for me and tbh Cass too as an honorary member. they're all going in the pile.) but he understands that doesn't mean they see each other as brothers. he respects the nuanced and complicated relationships scattered across all of the Batfam.
but if all of them are *dating*? or at the very least sleeping together? that raises a lot of logistical red flags. the most obvious one is the age gap of it all- at the biggest gap you have Damian and Dick who are an easy fifteen years apart, meeting when Damian is a kid. not to mention how many of them have tried to kill each other at some point. it shouldn't work and Bruce doesn't like that it does. Bruce has a history of wanting to control the relationships of the Batkids when he disapproves. and so he'd absolutely try to break them up. at first, he paints it purely as a logistical issue. saying it's smartest not to bring feelings into work and that this is dangerous. i think it's especially fun if this happens at a time when Bruce doesn't approve of Steph or Jason so that *also* plays into it, he doesn't want either of them near the ones he currently considers to be his family. he says he wants to protect them and wants to keep them safe. he tries to appeal to who he thinks would be more logical and listen to him the most. first Dick, and then when that doesn't work, Tim. and when neither of them listen, i *do* think Bruce would stoop to the low of trying to break them up by fabricating internal conflict between them, hoping to divide and conquer the weird polycule it's become.
while i don't think Bruce would be jealous in the sense he wants to be included, i *do* think he's wildly dislike the Robins having this close bond that makes them trust each other implicitly more than they trust Bruce. they will defer to each other before him and clearly keep things from him. he'd despise that. it's an inner circle he's not let in on and it makes him lose aspects of control over some of them, especially Damian who's the youngest and his son, who Bruce deserves the most control over. he would drive himself mad about it. at first for genuine reasons over the perceived fucked up nature of the relationship (even when each of them have confirmed that it is entirely consensual and they're happy) and to protect them. but he becomes so bitter over being ignored. they openly prioritize each other over him when the truth comes out because they see no point in hiding it. and i could definitely see Jason gloating about how he's back in the family whether Bruce likes it or not. Bruce would be beyond pissed about it. he's just never recovering. trying to stop them gets nowhere, even if he manages to cause some internal conflict.
eventually, Bruce would be forced to accept it for fear he would lose all of them. but he's *not* going to be happy about it and he keeps making side comments, hoping to get through to one of them eventually. it doesn't work, but he's definitely not going to stop trying. i also think on some level it would just disgust him a little bit in a visceral way, since they're his kids to him and he doesn't like to picture them in that way. esp when Jason or Steph lean heavily into PDA just to fuck with him. ass grabs, cuddling, sloppy kisses, the whole nine yards. Bruce will not have a moment of peace.
#necrotic answerings#robin pile#robincest#batcest#i do think fucked up bruce is also fun#but that answer wuold be more straight forward and expected#just. he creeps on them and tries to join and probably succeeds. the end <3#it's fun but i find it more fun if he's just. grossed out by it#like he's trying so hard to break them up#and he can pretend all he wants but it's purely personal reasons and disliking that he's not in the inner circle#i'm so seirous about including steph in robin pile btw#AND DUKE#let them in on it.#i'd say maps too but i'll be honest i don't know enough about her to. care honestly i'm so sorry#and i dislike helena wayne as a robin (new-52 when i catch your ass) so i don't include her#and i love carrie but i think she should be kept to her own world and not forced into the main one#i dislike seeing âincorrect quotesâ that include carrie bc like. why is she there. take her back to her world free her from these shackles.#but gods i adore robin pile#i usually include cass just bc it feels weird not to#it's the same energy as âcass isn't here bc she's in hong kong :) doing hong kong things :)â#like sure technically cass was in hong kong for a lot of the comcis but we all know why.#and cass wasn't a robin but she (and steph) aren't included in a lot of batcest and we all know why.#so i include her. i just think she deserves in on it.#let her fuck her brothers stupid <3#i love the emotional conplexities of robin pile a lot#the smut is good. but so are the feelings of all of these characters are so chained together by this mantle#they just can't escape each other.#it's good shit.
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The character assasination of Lila being more happy to see the family than five. FIVE survived an apocalypse and a deranged bureau for 46 years so he could fight his way back to save his family FIVE. isn't happy to see them after getting lost against his will for 7 years.
Like he thinks the cleanse is over and done with he thinks he's coming back to peace and his family happy and together and Lila is more excited to see them than him? Five who has traversed space and time for his siblings, who has outrun apocalypse after apocalypse after apocalypse for them. and 7 years is enough to destroy all that make him wish for a time without them? I call bullshit.
#god lets talk about about five I would very much love to meet clair hargreeves would never betray his brother like that.#I hate the five/lila thing because I could see it coming which is why it feels even stupider to interwine her with diego#Destroy 3 seasons worth of character for a half episode love story be so fucking for real steve.#also this isnt me shitting on lila I know that she loves them and I am glad she is happy to see them#KC watches#the umbrella academy#anti five x lila#lila pitts#five hargreeves#the hargreeves#hargreeves siblings#tua season 4#tua#tua s4#tua spoilers
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OKAY. to the people observing, hello, i am awake now, good morning. ramble in the tags because honestly i still feel kinda wounded by yesterday but also now im embarrassed by the gravity of my reaction
#im so disgusted by this show what the fuck were they thinking with this. what the fuck. First of all why???? did they give him a love story?#SECOND OF ALL. WHY WAS THE LOVE STORY WITH HIS BROTHERS WIFE. WHO HAS 3 CHILDREN. WITH AFOREMENTIONED BROTHER. LIKE. HUH...#third why did they do this when the actor Literally just turned an adult while the other actor is in her 30s or something đ who the fuck#thought that was a good idea. what the fucker. FOURTH why did they kill my husband :( that's so stupid why did he die. why did his entire#family die. that fucking sucked why did they do that#anyway ive decided that rather than get sucked into the black hole im just going to be happy the show is over and i can do what i want#five and i did much talking last night (because he's not dead and he did not cheat on me obviously. and it is neither of our faults if the#writers decided to assassinate his character arc for their stupid romantic subplot) so yeah. um. we are very much alive and well thank you#im not going to let this get me down actually. ive been married to this motherfucker for years#he's still my favorite guy in the whole universe and that will not change because of shitty writing. not rewatching the show anymore though#like ever hgsdgjfsdgjj#tldr me and my real husband mr five hargreeves (who finds it INCREDIBLY offensive that he was given a romantic love interest along with#literally being dead) are totally fine. we are fine /gen but now we are going to have to save the world a little better than the show did#because no way is he allowing his family to die. and no way am i letting him die after everything he's been through. so yeah that's all#five had his work cut out for him last night though i was so mad at him đ đ the equivalent of cheating on me in my dream
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#im very very against crying because it just makes my head hurt and my face ugly#but because im so against crying i havent been able to sleep in months because#i keep having dreams of myself violently sobbing but i have to be super chill about everything#im not allowed to cry im the only one who doesnt cry thats the value i offer to my dying brother#is that im the only person not visibly mourning him yet#i almost cried at the doctor because they asked me how many siblings i had#its so fucking stupid i know#and i feel so bad like i abandoned him but he was slipping farther and farther every day it was horrible having to arrange hospice for him#then he agreed to the third surgery he never wanted to have but insurance didnt cover it#but 3 days later the surgeon did it out of pocket and now hes on new chemo but im still not with him#i ran away and gave my room to his mother so she could be with her dying son and i could catch a break#but it doesnt feel like a break im still constantly on the verge of tears and even though he chose to spend his last months with me#i chose to high tail it to another state because i couldnt stand the sight of him#he wouldnt let me take care of him anyways because im his baby sister 19 years younger than him and its a pride/shame thing i get it#whatever im done now i will always have video games
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Y'know I know I've said like a billion times I don't want to know shit abt Jackie's past but erm. Hi klei. Please just tell me if Josephine and Alan are her parents or some miscellaneous relative this is so important. Did Jackie seriously come from a household with a colonel and another person with a doctorate or does she just happen to be related to them this is so important for how I decide to move forward with my Jackie hcs and with my aus in general I need to know so bad tell me right fucking now
#rat rambles#oni posting#dude I was so sure that I didnt want to know anything abt Jackie's family situation but now I sure as hell fucking do#also if they are her parents then that'd mean she'd have a sibling named jonathan. and god of fucking course she would#my version of a jackie brother may be off in the wind but I would love a new one that she actually gets to have met this time#also to be clear the doctorate + colonel parent situation that Im desperate to know if I can act on is so perfect for jackie#like oh yeah of fucking course shed be a military kid why didnt I think of that first#back in my original hcs she had a brother who was an adult when she was born and was a part of the army#so in my minds eye this adds up perfectly and would to me explain a lot abt her#also the idea that j names run in the family is so fucking stupid I love it#also the fact that her maybe brother named their child after her is making me sick dont do that no child deserves that </3#the fact that its a middle name honestly makes it worse to me lol#god. god those 3 radio logs man. it makes me wonder so so hard#I doubt well get to fully know what happened there but if the colonel is her parent and theyre the same as the tragedy averted log mentions#then we suddenly have a situation in which the possibility of jackie having been involved in at best seriously threatening her parent or at#least relative's well saftey is a very real interpretation of these currently available logs#and I find that soooo fucking fascinating#now again that might not be the case as we just dont know enough#but as of now its a very real possibility and its one that excites me#the idea of jackie being willing to risk the life of a relative like that for the sake of sabotaging a rival and doing a publicity stunt#absolutely rules and I am in love with the concept go girlie go murder your maybe parent#also if I may discuss the timeline matters here shit is looking fucking wild#dude we now have an id that starts with x. like holy shit what the fuck#like there's a world where it's just a weird way of reacting it but like I genuinely dont know#could we be seeing some genuine late state gravitas shenanigans over here?#oh also we got another nikola mention lets goooo#also we have So many more rando names now and this is just with the logs we do have#we have the jackie relatives along with the inlaws mentioned in the same email ofc but we also have harold's son calvin and the x id#scientist I mentioned before b. boson#now boson actually is a potential dupe donor candidate considering we do in fact have a free b dupe to work with (<- is shaking violently)
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thinking about akudrive and feminism which is a thinly-veiled way of saying im thikning about doctor
#what a fucking character i love her#like. the majority of the akudama are men. only two in the initial seven r women#but theyre WICKED IMPORTANT#there r some akudrive characters u could cut without losing too much as long as u worked around it (namely brawler hacker n cutthroat)#but swindler is obvi pulling main character duty and doctor is RLLY important#aside from the executioners she's the biggest antagonist and even just the way she causes conflict via questioning brother does a lot#like i feel like active vs passive choices are a big thing in akudrive and doctor is hella active#plus just her character more generally! shes weirdly mean shes full of herself she has a complex!#i'm 90% sure shes a canon trans woman in the manga yet she's constantly making weird anti-sjw remarks#(calling courier gay for not wanting to grope her; the whole feminism thing in ep 4; all her remarks abt brawler)#doctor ily girl. women are allowed to be mad scientists with god complexes its fine <3#like akudrive Does have more men than it does women (albeit not as bad a ratio as you see a lot of places its like. 5-8)#but the women r all focused on and good characters and the men r the ones more likely to be bit pieces!#like obvi 'good character' is subjective but like. the woman with the least focus is boss who is! still! interesting!#idk maybe im sheltered and 'the women are good characters and none are fridged and they are the focus' isnt like. revolutionary#but its just like. nice to see! like pupil and boss and doctor are all interesting and swindler + sister get to bond#and swindler in general is my utter beloved#so like. yeah. watch akudrive. it is fucking stupid as hell and u kinda just gotta let the worldbuilding glaze over you#because midway thru an episode theyll go 'btw the moons been blown to pieces and the thing in the sky is a projection'#and then theyll just move on#but its rlly good. watch itttt#(main tws are like. gore thats censored in most vers. attempted SA. biiig themes of police brutality. the black guy is written badly)#watch itt
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If I had a nickel for every time I found out third hand that a family member who I thought I was close to decided to elope, I would have two nickels. Which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice
#jesus fucking christ#I'm supposed to be a bridesmaid & she still hasn't said anything to me about the fact that she apparently eloped with her fiancee WEEKS ago#nevermind that me and my SIL#(ironically the other one who decided to elope with my brother and let my parents and i find out third and fourth hand)#already spent hundreds of dollars on our bridesmaids' dresses and their alterations#as did her sister#the MAID OF HONOR#who also had to pay for her kids ring bearer and flower girl outfits#despite being a new single mom getting no child support from the abusive husband she literally just left#or that the bridal shower is literally next weekend and myself and a couple other cousins who live 4-8 hours away#already took off work and made travel arrangements to attend#and the wedding was supposed to be less than 3 weeks from now#and everyone already made hotel reservations and put down a deposit on the venue#vdhdhdhfhf#its very difficult to live and story people who continually go behind your back to do stupid shit that negatively impacts everyone else#and then act shocked that other people are upset with them afterwards
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Angel
dark!stepbro!Rafe Cameron x f!Reader
Warnings: noncon (rape), somno, incest (step siblings), loss of virginity, unprotected sex, unwanted creampie, drugs, drinking, possessive behavior, controlling behavior, mentions of previous male masturbation
A/N: in my mind, Rafe is like 2-3 years older than Reader (everyone is 18+ and college aged)
Rafeâs knuckles were turning white as he gripped the steering wheel. The speedometer was flirting with triple digits but his eyes still flicked back and forth between you and the road.
He should have known better, he did know better, and still he let you walk out of the house wearing that sad excuse of an angel âcostume.â In reality it was just tiny white ruffle shorts paired with a white corset along with angel wings and a halo top headband.
Any other night if you had tried to walk out the door in lingerie in front of your step brother, he would have told you to change, but because it was halloween, and seeing you dressed up like that made him so hard he couldnât think straight, of course he had said âyesâ knowing heâd be walking into the party with the hottest girl on the island on his arm.
What he hadnât anticipated however, was the number of guys (especially his friends) who had the balls to flirt with his little step sister right in front of him.
Even Topper and Kelce had been eyeing you differently and it pissed Rafe off to no end.
You followed him to the kitchen where he grabbed drinks for both of you and he tried to ignore the eyes that were raking up and down your exposed body.
âAre any of your friends here yet?â He asked as he passed your drink to you.
âI donât think so,â you answered, fishing your phone out of your purse to check your texts.
He hadnât planned on letting you out of his sight, much less 5 feet from his side, but when he felt someone tap him on the shoulder, he spun around to see a blond girl in a Tinkerbell costume.
âAre you one of Topperâs friends?â
âYeah.â
âHi, Iâm Tiffany,â she flashed a smile as she drank him in with her eyes.
âRafe.â He responded dryly, taking a swig from his solo cup.
âWhatâs your costume supposed to be?â Her voice annoyed Rafe and he looked down at his blue jumpsuit for a second to remind himself before answering.
âCornelius Snow, I think? Um, from the Hunger Games? I donât know, it was Y/Nâs idea.â He mumbled, looking past the girl to check on you, but when he realized you were no longer standing beside him, or even in the same room, he quickly brushed past her without a word.
Luckily you didnât travel too far, but Rafeâs relief upon finding you was short lived.
Two kook guys were standing next to you, practically eating you with their eyes, and sweet, oblivious you were none the wiser.
âI love your costume,â one said.
âYou look fantastic tonight.â
âAw thanks!â You beamed.
âLooks like your cup is getting empty, you want me to grab you a refill?â
âIf you donât mind-â you had begun handing your solo cup to the guy but you stopped yourself when Rafe appeared to your right, snatching the cup out of your hand and wrapping his arm around your waist possessively.
âItâs okay, I can take care of her,â he snapped at the two guys, shooting a deadly glare at them as he led you away.
âRafe, what was that about?â You complained, completely confused by his behavior.
âAre you stupid or something, Y/N? Because I just watched you try to hand your drink over to two complete strangers at a fucking frat party.â
âThey were just being nice-â
âThey could have been trying to drug you for all you know,â Rafe chided you sternly and you couldnât shake the feeling that he was talking to you like you were a little kid. âRose put me in charge of taking care of you tonight, and youâre not exactly making it easy on me by disappearing without a word and accepting drinks from frat brothers.â
The two of you arrived at the kitchen and you silently handed your cup to him to refill your drink.
âJust⊠be careful, Y/N/N, okay?â You had turned away from him and he couldnât help but eye the way your corset showed off your perfect tits, and he dryly swallowed, hoping that his hard on wasnât too obvious.
You turned to look at him, sighing like you were annoyed, but you nodded your head as you grabbed the drink from him, âI know, Rafey, I know.â
âWhere are your friends at?â
âThey should be here by now, but I havenât seen them just yet.â You looked around the room you were in, still not finding them. âI need to pee, whereâs the bathroom?â
He took your drink, pointing towards the hallway where the restrooms were.
âCome right back here, okay?â
âMm âkay,â you responded, heading to the bathroom.
Rafe didnât want to be so worried about you, he didnât want to be so over-protective, but he couldnât help how possessive he felt over you, and the thought of any other man talking to you, much less touching you, was enough to have Rafe itching to grab a gun.
He hadnât realized how long it had been until he checked the time and realized you had been gone for almost 10 minutes, which seemed unusual.
Rafe went to the bathroom, knocking on the door only to find that it was empty.
He cursed under his breath, angry that you had snuck away from him again, and he closed the door behind him as he anxiously pulled out his small bag of coke, using his key to bring a bump to his nostril.
Shit like this was the reason he did coke so much.
Rafe left, slamming the door before turning to look throughout the large house party.
You werenât in the first crowded room that he checked, or the second, or the third; and by the time Rafe finally found you with Topper, watching him set up a line for you before handing you a rolled up dollar bill he was seeing red.
He watched as you leaned over the table and sniffed the white powder into your nose, his knuckles curling into fists when Topper draped one arm over your shoulders.
When you looked up and locked eyes with him, your face dropped in an instant.
âWhat the fuck are you doing, Y/N?â
âRafe-â Topper jumped in his seat, removing his arm as his face turning red when he realized how pissed off Rafe really was.
âShut the fuck up, Top.â He snapped, never taking his burning gaze off of you. âWhat the fuck are you doing, Y/N?â
âI- Top was just showing me how toâŠâ
âNo.â
âWhat?â
âNo, youâre done. Partyâs over.â Your step brother stalked closer, wrapping his hand around your arm and harshly yanking you up off the couch.
âRafe, you canât be serious, you do it all the time!â You protested, trying to pull against his tight grip as he forced you through the house and toward the front door.
âI said, no. Weâre going home. Now.â His voice was practically shaking with rage at this point, the effects of the bump he took in the bathroom settling in.
âYouâre being so unfair! My friends arenât even here yet!â Your voice slurred and Rafe realized how drunk you were.
âDid you have another drink?â
âTopper made me one,â you answered, and now Rafe really wanted to kill him.
What the fuck was he thinking getting his little sister drunk and giving you coke? Apparently Sarah wasnât enough for him, he wanted another Cameron sister as well.
He could have Sarah for all Rafe cared, but you were his.
âAre you even sober enough to drive?â
âYes,â he snipped, pulling open the passenger door of his truck and roughly pushing you in before loudly slamming it shut.
The drive back to your house was filled with a tense silence, and you were too drunk to realize just how fast Rafe was driving.
Rafe just stewed in his anger and frustration, equally pissed off at you and all of the jackasses who had been hitting on you.
Especially fucking Topper.
He should have known better.
Rafe pulled into the driveway, mentally preparing himself for the explanation he was going to have to give Rose if she was still awake, but when he glanced over at your seat, you were fast asleep. He sighed, partly in relief that he wouldnât have to explain himself, but also frustrated that he couldnât chew you out more.
He got out of the truck, coming around to your side to scoop you into his arms and carry you inside. Rafe cradled you in his arms, careful not to wake you as he brought you up the stairs and to your room, closing the door before softly laying you onto your bed.
Rafe leaned over, his fingers found the straps of your shoes, undoing them before pulling your heels off your feet and laying them onto the floor, where he took off his own boots as well.
When he turned his attention back to you, you looked so peaceful and beautiful it made his cock throb and Rafe suppressed a groan as he brushed a stray hair out of your eyes.
His gaze landed on your soft lips, and before he could stop himself, before he even knew what he was doing, really, Rafe leaned down, pressing his lips to yours for the very first time.
Rafeâs hand came to your face, softly stroking your cheek as his lips moved against yours. You tasted like alcoholic punch and cherry lip gloss, and Rafe could feel his hard on straining against the material of his jumpsuit.
He pulled away, head spinning as he mindlessly unzipped the top of his jumpsuit, pushing the fabric off his shoulders before reaching for the zipper on his pants.
All he could think about were all of the frat guys at the party eyeing you like you were a piece of meat they couldnât wait to sink their teeth into. Like you were some prize to be won.
At the same time, the thought of someone else being your first ignited a blind rage inside of Rafe, one that festered in his brain and mutated into an ugly, twisted desire.
He wasnât going to let his sweet angel of a step sister get taken advantage of or corrupted by any of the awful guys on the island, kooks or pogues.
If anyone was going to be your first, it was going to be him.
Rafe looked down, surprised when he realized he had been leaning over your sleeping form, pumping his hard cock with his hand.
He stopped himself for a moment, afraid that you might wake up, but you barely stirred, too deep in sleep to register your older step brother leering over you.
The blond took a shaky breath as he reached out towards your hips, his fingers brushing along the soft material of your shorts before finding the waistband and slowly pulling them down your legs.
âFuck,â he softly groaned as he took in your matching white, lacy panties beneath.
Admittedly, Rafe was no stranger to going through your underwear drawer and stealing a pair of your underwear to jack off into as he fantasized about hate fucking you every time you did something to piss him off.
These were unfamiliar to him. You must have bought them just for halloween, he thought, a new wave of possessive jealousy coursing through him.
Were you seriously thinking about fucking someone tonight? Maybe your friends were never even coming to the party, and it was all a ploy for you to slip away from Rafe and hook up with some asshole.
Rafeâs large hands came to your hips, grabbing your panties and yanking them down your legs. His heart was beating so loudly in his chest he was afraid you might hear it, but he couldnât stop himself.
He had to know how good you felt, he had to make sure he was your first.
He guided himself to your core, cursing under his breath as he rubbed the tip of his cock along your messy slit. You already felt so wet, he barely had to touch you, and he wondered if there was some part of you that subconsciously knew what was going on, that wanted this to happen.
His hands found the back of your thighs, spreading your legs further apart so he could get closer to you.
When he rubbed his cock against your clit, you squirmed a bit and a soft hum that sounded suspiciously like a moan fell past your lips.
He felt his cock twitch, aching to fill you up, and Rafe finally lined himself up with your slick lips before planting his arms beside your waist and pushing his leaking tip inside of you.
You felt so warm and tight, and the feel of your silky walls squeezing around the head of his cock was better than anything he could have possibly imagined. He slowly began moving, not going any deeper, but just creating a friction that made his jaw clench as he held back groans.
âShit, Y/N,â he whispered, leaning over to press his feverish lips to yours again, the feeling of your cunt pulling him in making him feel dizzy.
He hadnât intended to go any further, thatâs what he told himself. He thought if he just got a taste, he could be satisfied and he could wait until later to have all of you.
But when his eyes flicked down to where your bodies connected, he was surprised to find half of his length disappearing into you.
You whimpered in your sleep as your walls pulsed around him, distracting him from his moral quandaries. Rafe reached a hand to your chest, cupping one of your tits over your corset as his pace slowly increased.
âGod youâre fucking perfect,â Rafe murmured, his lips finding yours again. All the while, he pushed himself deeper and deeper inside you until his tip kissed your cervix.
Far too gone to turn back now, and spurred on by your soft whimpers and gasps, Rafeâs hips were snapping against yours faster now, channeling his frustrations into punishing you for the way you acted tonight.
You wanted to lose your virginity so badly? Fine, Rafe thought, he would take it from you to insure he would be your first and only.
He knew it was wrong, god, it was sick how deeply he needed to ruin you for daring to disobey him. Rafe was well aware that he crossing every boundary in the world, that you would hate that he was robbing you of this experience; but maybe thatâs why he was so painfully hard as he rutted into you over and over.
And imagining sitting across from you at the dinner table, knowing that his sweet, innocent sister would have no idea that her older step brother was her first was almost enough to make him cum.
But the thing that really sent him over the edge, what had him spilling himself deep inside you and filling your walls with his hot, sticky cum, was your soft, angelic voice moaning his name in your sleep.
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so fucking angry. why. why did my mum KNOWINGLY treat me worse because she knew some of what I had been through and knew she couldn't fix it. so she minimised everything I felt. ridiculed me for showing any emotion. still does so to this day. but she ADMITTED. that she fucking abused me my entire LIFE, because I was going through so much that my mental health wasn't fixable by her. so she chose to add to my issues? and now she gets fucking upset when I tell her I will never be her fucking friend? that we will never get along? you fucking CAUSED this jo-anne you did this to your fucking SELF.
#want to put this on main but I complain too much there so#aaron#hi my names aaron and ive been here ages but had the most non solid identity ever and I have So Much Trauma hows it fucking going#I'm so fucking exhausted and angry all the time and we can't even get a break now we are 24 this MONTH#cant get over her telling me her reasons for this. her APOLOGISING. then continuing just the same a week later#business as fucking usual.#but if my fucking brothers ~depression~ gets a bit bad she makes sure we All treat him as gentle as fucking possible#she made sure he has never faced adversity. she was the model parent to him his entire life.#she told me I was a lost cause by the time he was born. I was 3 when he was born. so what does she fucking know about that she wont let on#because not many 3 year olds have enough trauma and bad enough mental health to be written off by their mum as a lost fucking cause.#it's funny. me and my brother are both fucked in the real world. him because he's never had to do anything difficult in his life#and me because I'm too messed up to even function anymore. I'd say I'd rather be like him but at least I'm not genuinely fucking stupid#she never pushed him to learn things if it got too hard. just set us both up for failure in different ways really#at least if I ever get out I have the drive to do something with my life. eventually.
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Sanemi Shinazugawa falling hard for his polar opposite but is too subborn to confess until he does
Pairing: Sanemi x fem!reader
Word Count: 1,9k
Synopsis: Sanemi was never the type of guy who falls for something stupid as love. Especially not when it comes to his polar opposite, especially not with such a kind and gentle girl like you... Right?
Warnings: this is pure fluff y'all, reader and Sanemi being innocent babies, a tiny bit enemies to lovers
Thank you soo much for that cute request @blunderland, I just knew I had to write that asap hehe. Let me know what you think <3
There you stand with your stupid perfect face and smile so gentle that you could tame a demon with it. With worried expression, you bend over the little demon girl and inspect her wounds carefully.
âDonât worry, youâll feel better soonâ, you speak out while caressing her dark hair.
What a poor girl she is. And her brotherâŠYour eyes drift towards the boy with the beat-up face. What he had to endure is truly unfair, too much to bear for a single person. He really lost his whole family apart from that one sister who got turned into a demon.
And now heâs fighting for the demon slayer corps.
âI admire you.â
Tanjiro Kamadoâs eyes widen in utter surprise.
âThereâs no need to admire me. Actually, Iâm the one whoâs looking up to you. Youâre the first person who didnât judge my sister because sheâs a demon.â
âDemons were once humans tooâ, you explain briefly while gracefully getting up.
âAnd I refuse to see them as anything else until they prove the opposite.â
âWhat kind of fuckery is this, (y/n)?â, an oh so familiar voice barks at you from behind.
Sanemi Shinazugawa really seems like a man with a heart made out of solid ice with his hateful orbs gleaming at Tanjiro and his sister.
âDonât you think they proved themselves more than enough, Sanemi? If Kagaya-sama agreed on allowing Nezuko Kamado to live and her brother to continue fighting for the demon slayer corps, there is nothing to question for us hashira.â
âDonât touch that demon brat so casuallyâ, he hisses through gritted teeth while grabbing your wrist tightly.
Your heart skips a beat when his bare skin touches yours. How ridiculous it is that you developed feelings for him. Out of all the other hashira, it was always Sanemi Shinazugawa before everyone else. Those rare moments of tenderness he shows from time to time, the way he worries about his comrades without expressing his true feelings to the world. His closed like a treasure, so gorgeous that you canât take your eyes off him.
âThat isnât a very nice way to talk to our guests, Sanemiâ, you reply softly.
Urgh. He canât fucking stand you with that scolding expression on your face, how your other hand still rests on top of the head of that demon brat. Why do you have to be so sickening kind to everyone you meet? Why are you even a part of the demon slayer corps with that strange attitude of yours?
âGuests? Are you talking about those intruders? If it was for me, Iâd rip both of your heads off without blinking-â
âSanemi.â
Before heâs able to react any further, he finds his own face framed by your much smaller hands and eyes focused onto his so intensely that he feels his cheeks heat up in an instant.
WhyâŠWhy is he suddenly feeling so hot? He should slap your hands away, should show you your place-
âTrust me, I understand your anger. But they are innocent until they prove themselves guilty.â
Those calm eyes who never lose their composure, the eyes he threatened to get lost in countless times already. Why do you have to be so damn gorgeous?
Gorgeous? He furrows his eyebrows, body yanking away from yours instantly. Thereâs nothing gorgeous about someone like you.
âIf you really think that youâre a foolâ, he bites back before turning on his heels and storming away.
What the hell was he even thinking? You, gorgeousâŠJust because your eyes seem to sparkle in the sunlight or the way your hair looks like liquid silk when a ray of light hits it perfectly. Or maybe because of the way your uniform hugs you so well, because of your strength. Or is it the way you look at him?
Sanemi shakes his head vehemently. Thatâs absolutely ridiculous. Youâre the complete opposite of him. How could he ever like you?
âI think Shinazugawa-san likes you, (y/n)!â, Mitsuri babbles out while making her way back with you.
âReally? It definitely didnât look that wayâ, you reply with low voice.
Oh, how much youâd hope that someday, the wind hashira actually likes you back. Even though both of you are polar opposites, even though you might never be on same terms. You still somehow managed to fall hard for him.
âDonât give up hope, (y/n)! I definitely caught the way he looked at you earlier!â
You smile at the girl next to you gently, how she starts analyzing every minor detail of your confrontation earlier on. Mitsuri always swore that there is chemistry between both of you.
âAnd Iâm never wrong when it comes to love, you can trust me (y/n)!â
âYouâre a fool for treating (y/n) like trash, Shinazugawaâ, Obanai comments dryly while letting his feet dangle from the tree heâs resting on.
âWhat are you even talking about, huh? Itâs none of your business how Iâm talking to her anyway.â
â(y/n) truly has a tender and kind soul. What a shame it is you hurt her like thatâ, Gyomei adds, tears streaming down his face in waterfalls again.
âAre you too dumb to realize she has feelings for you?â, Obanai continues.
You? Feelings for him? He huffs out loud. Absolutely ridiculous, maybe even impossible. Why would someone like you fall for someone like him? Not that heâd care for you like that anywayâŠ
âI donât give a shitâ, Sanemi finally mutters through gritted teeth.
âShinazugawa, it seems like you have a typeâ, Gyomei declares all of the sudden.
Something inside Sanemi snaps.
âAre yâall actually too dumb to realize that (y/n)âd never want me? Iâm actually so far away from being her type I might be on a whole other planet! Itâs like everything I am is exactly what she doesnât wantâ, he finally blurts out.
Sanemiâs heavy pants hang in the air while the eyes of Obanai, Giyu and even Gyomei are set on him.
âYou should really start working on your self-esteem, Shinazugawa.â
âJUST LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE YâALL!â
No, he canât stand their bullshit anymore. Without listening to another word, Sanemi stomps away in the direction of his estate.
â(y/n) being in love with me? That I donât laugh, why would I even care about that girl?â, he mumbles under his breath.
-a few days later-
Sanemi swallows heavy, orbs wandering up and down your body. Youâre not wearing your usual black uniform and blooming haori. No, you look like a fucking goddess in that kimono and with those flowers braided into your hair.
âDo you think I look like too much?â, you question quietly, your own eyes wandering down your body in distress.
Maybe it was a mistake wearing that kimono for your meeting with Mitsuri. Of course, you knew sheâd ask Obanai and Sanemi to accompany you. After all, itâs no secret that she adores the serpent hashira and knows too well about the feelings you hold for Sanemi. But now that you stand in front of him in something apart from your usual uniform, your confidence is blown away by the wind.
âYou have to be kidding me. You look gorgeousâ, Sanemi blurts out before thinking twice.
Fuck, did he really say that? You definitely think heâs a creep now. Maybe he should get going before it gets uncomfortable-
Your heart skips a beat, cheeks heating up in an instant. Did Sanemi Shinazugawa just call you gorgeous when heâs standing in front of you in that dark green kimono? How is it possible youâre never seen Sanemi in something apart from his usual uniform, that you never went out with each other?
âYou look very handsome yourself. Dark green really suits you wellâ, you reply shyly.
Is it possible that maybe, just maybe, he might feel the same about you? No, that would be absolutely ridiculous, right?
â(y/n), actually thereâs something I wanted to say you for quite some time nowâŠâ What the hell is he blabbering about? Thereâs absolutely nothing he has to tell you apart from how fucking annoying you are. You and your gentle voice, you and your captivating smile. You, the polar opposite of him-
âOh, I actually wanted to tell you something as well!â, you reply a little too fast.
For a moment, you fear your knees might give in. Is this really the time to tell him about your true feelings? âSometimes you have to be brave, (y/n), especially when it comes to true love! Confess to him!â
Mitsuri is the love hashira. She should know best, right? But what if youâll make your relationship only worse by making him uncomfortable? What if he doesnât even like you?
âSanemi, IâŠI actuallyâŠI-â
âI love you, (y/n)â, Sanemi finally blurts out.
Oh.
There you stand with your opened mouth and blank mind. Did he really just say that? Maybe he didnât mean it that what. But what ifâŠWhat if he actually means it?
âYouâŠlove me?â, you breathe out.
âI know Iâm your polar opposite and that I treated you like shit and I really donât expect you to actually like me back. I justâŠwanted to let you knowâŠâ, the white-haired man opposite of you mutters while scratching the back of his head.
âBut I actually do like you backâŠâ
Sanemiâs eyes dart towards you immediately, his very own cheeks discolored bright pink.
âYouâŠwhat?â
âI guess I was just never brave enough to let you know since I was sure you hate meâŠâ, you mutter in response.
âMe, hating you?â
All of the sudden, you find his strong arms wrapped around your waist and his face only inches away from yours. You fail to breathe, your whole body refusing to function properly. That force of a man who never really seemed to care about you while your feelings for him were all over the placeâŠHe holds you so tight that your wobbly legs donât have to carry your weight anymore, his usual so distressed orbs now looking down at you so passionately that your heart skips a beat.
âDo I look like I hate you?â, he challenges while pulling you even closer.
You expected a lot of things that could have happened today. Sanemi Shinazugawa declining Mitsuriâs invitation in the first place. Sanemi Shinazugawa keeping his safe distance to you. Sanemi Shinazugawa barking at you for being a blowhard. Sanemi Shinazugawa criticizing each and every little thing you do. But Sanemi Shinazugawa admitting his love for you, Sanemi Shinazugawa holding you tightly in his arms?
Not in a million years.
âI love you tooâ, you finally speak out.
âI actually did for quite some time. But I always thought youâd never like me back.â
âWell, here I am liking you back, idiotâ, Sanemi mutters.
Is that a smile on his face? Why does it suddenly feel like his lips are moving closer? Oh, you thought about kissing that man countless times. Each and every night, you imagined what the privilege of feeling his soft lips pressed against yours might feel like. Is he rough, gentle? Did the wind hashira already share a kiss or two? Out of instinct, you close your eyes, allow yourself to get lost in his arms.
âLook what we have here. Seems like the two of you finally managed to admit your feelingsâ, Obanaiâs dry voice jeers at you from behind.
Your eyes dart open immediately.
âNo Iguro-san! Youâre interrupting them!â, Mitsuri hisses.
âAre you too dumb to see weâre in the middle of something? Get lost, you fools!â
âI KNEW IT (Y/N)! I KNEW HE LOVED YOU!â
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looked for stars and i found a supernova !!!
*à©â©â§âË in which it takes a random song drop and a feature from a university student for their relationship to come to light.
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for when it became true, opposites do attract. Ë àŒâĄ âïœĄË
social media au // charles leclerc x fem!sargeant!reader
warnings - language
author's note - i am SO sorry i have no explanation for not posting except for the fact that i am now unemployed (i finished hs and don't start college till like august) and i just do Nothing the entire day. i love u all thank u for sticking around <3
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yourusername boys are SO stupid and it's so endearing and frustrating like u r such a DUMBASS pls let me kiss u on the lips (i did â€ïž)
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-> username she's for the girlies every man back OFFFFFF
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-> yourusername have you ever felt loved
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-> username she did NOT need to do him like that
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-> username u are an only child it seems
-> logansargeant it's just that she's mean
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-> username i have the most funniest and silliest theory and im afraid saying it out loud will send logan into early retirement
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-> username i am screaming what the fuck
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logansargeant what are you doing
-> yourusername tryna slut him out n then build a lego set w him
-> logansargeant i always knew you would be the one to bring generational shame to our family what is this behaviour
logansargeant what happened to "if i ever talk to a man again i want you to be disappointed in me" ?
-> yourusername u were disappointed in me nonetheless fym
-> logansargeant i
-> maxverstappen1 i can tell we would be great friends yourusername
-> logansargeant no way
logansargeant what happened to BIOLOGY you were supposed to be STUDYING
-> yourusername i did study
-> yourusername his anatomy
-> alex_albon logan just deleted this app i hope you're happy
-> username Y/N PLEASE HESITATE
-> username CRYINF SHE'S SO UNHINGED
username the way i can feel logan's mortification through the screen đđ
username when will it be me
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-> yourusername this might be my favourite comment ever i adore u
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username everyday i learn something new about y/n and everyday i praise the lord that i can exist at the same time as her
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charles_leclerc you're in her dms, i wrote a song for her in under a day when we weren't even dating. we are not the same.
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username oh my god is this real
username CRYING THE SONG IS TOO GOOD
username HIS VLOCE JIS VOICE HIS VLICE HIS VOICE
username going crazy rn what the fuck
username HELLO?????? WHAT IS THIS
username need me a man like this thank u
username too much unpack he has a GIRLFRIEND and it's Y/N
-> username HE PULLS??? HE PULLED HER???
username this is life altering
username shaking from excitement i cannot WAIT for logan to download instagram again and be Surprised
landonorris disgusting
-> charles_leclerc forgive me for not wanting to hide my love âčïž
-> username NAH WHO GOT HIM LIKE THIS
username "thinking bout her eyes every hour she's my wildflower" OH HE'S IN LOVEEEE LOVE
username his voice oh my god
-> username tears dripping down my thighs
-> username OHMYGOD
maxverstappen1 "we are not the same" thank god
-> charles_leclerc bubonic plague đŠ đŠ đŠ đŠ đŠ đŠ đŠ đŠ đŠ đŠ đŠ đŠ đŠ đŠ đŠ đŠ đŠ đŠ đŠ
-> username nurse he's out đŁïžđŁïžđŁïžđŁïž
-> username nah who got him being funny
-> username DID PEOPLE SERIOUSLY NOT LISTEN TO THE SONG
-> username NO WAY THAT'S Y/N AT THE END
-> username "okaaaaaaay" CRYINF I LOVE THEM
username my life has been divided into before this song and after this song and im so grateful for that
username i think the most important thing here is who out of all his friends owns a toyota in which the heat don't work
username crying bc wdym charles wrote a song for his gf when they weren't even dating
username in love with y/n's voice at the end WHY IS THAT SO CUTE
-> username screaming i need this song injected in my veins
yourusername craaaaaaaazy how u never told me that âïž
-> charles_leclerc details details
yourusername cool song
-> charles_leclerc thank you i wrote it for my girlfriend
yourusername AHSHDHDJJSJSJAJS IN LOVE THIS WAS SO GOOD UR VOICE IS INSANE I LOVE IT SO MUCH
-> charles_leclerc THANK YOU !! â€ïž
-> username they make me SICK
-> username calm bf đ€ hyperactive gf
username the most important question is did logan re download this app
-> yourusername he did but then he saw this post, heard the song and deleted it again
-> yourusername he's just bitter i am bsfs with max before him
-> logansargeant disowned
-> yourusername my grad pic on the mantle BEGS to differ !!!!!! u are on the piano u have no room to talk
-> logansargeant i'm pushing you out of this year's christmas card
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yourusername got him to say he would still love me if i was a worm n now we go on walks and i point at every worm and say sorry i can't be her
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username THE CAPTION IM SCREAMING
username the way she will never let that man know peace and i am so EXCITED
username she's so unhinged i love her
username LET IT ONCE BE ME PLEASEEE
username blocked (im laying on the highway tonight)
username the way i know logan had to be sedated
-> username my man did nothing wrong why are they torturing him đ
alex_albon we're down one driver at williams
-> yourusername is it a good time to tell u that i recently got my license
-> logansargeant YOU FAILED YOUR TEST 5 TIMES FUCK OFFFFFFF
-> yourusername big emotions
-> username im cryinf what do you mean shw faield the test 5 TIMES ????
username LMAOO THE LAST SLIDE đđđ I LOVE HER
username parents dare i say
username max is not happy i can tell
-> yourusername i received a very strongly worded message from him yesterday and the only thing i could make out was that he's a bitch for charles like. a BITCH.
-> maxverstappen1 blasphemy
-> logansargeant NO WAY you're buddies with MAX VERSTAPPEN before ME back OFFFFFF
-> yourusername nurse he is out again đŁïžđŁïžđŁïž
-> username what are they doing to my boy đ
logansargeant y/n please. THINK.
-> yourusername i did
-> logansargeant AND ?
-> yourusername he's nice i will keep him
-> logansargeant NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
-> yourusername god forbid a girl wants to date a questionable man
-> charles_leclerc ?
username crazy how this is the most random couple ever and we're instantly like PARENTS !!!!
-> username i for once love them like the cultural clashes we're gonna get heh
charles_leclerc my love please
-> yourusername my pronouns are she not her because i'll never be her đȘ±
-> charles_leclerc stop
charles_leclerc and can you please tell your brother to hesitate before speaking? he just offered me candy and a dollar to break up with you
-> yourusername FUCK U I AM WORTH WAY MORE THAN CANDY AND A DOLLAR
-> charles_leclerc that is not the issue here
charles_leclerc pretty girl
-> logansargeant keep your thoughts to yourself you hormonal vulgarian
-> yourusername TIME OUT FOR U let my bf live
-> charles_leclerc this is how my life is going to be from now on?
-> yourusername are u complaining (threatening)
-> username i KNOW logan is shaking behind the screen he just called charles leclerc a hormonal vulgarian
-> username sibling rage takes people places they wouldn't go with a gun
username this is hilarious
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-> yourusername "you need an excoeciscism for the demon in u it might an issue idk" followed by quora links
-> username siblings â€ïž
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charles_leclerc silently working on our own little crafts in the same room tonight, queen? â€ïž
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username LET IT ONCE BE ME HOLY SHITTTTTT
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-> yourusername he has one in every colour with diff fonts :((((
-> username GOODBYE
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-> username charles might've just set a standard idk NEVER SETTLE FOR LESS
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username the matching rings wow god really does have favourites
yourusername wait a sec i got 12000% error on my scale
-> landonorris how do you even manage to do that
-> yourusername if u think women don't belong in stem just say that
-> landonorris STOP IT MY PR TEAM IS HUNTING ME DOEN FOR SPROT TAKE JT BACK
-> charles_leclerc shame on you
-> landonorris WJAT DID I DO
-> username crying they're terrorizing people for fun đ
-> username we deserve this
yourusername fighting demons (a degree that i chose to study) to be on my phone bc my BOYFRIEND posted
-> charles_leclerc don't give logan more reasons to send me vaguely veiled threats
-> yourusername he does WHAT
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-> username no way they got him UNHINGED
-> username đđđđđ he's so
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-> charles_leclerc i am right there
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-> charles_leclerc i am too dumb to understand this but you are the prettiest
-> yourusername king i am so in love with u
-> logansargeant i judt tfeew up
-> yourusername leave me ALONE
username i hope all the happy couples break up (why couldn't it be me in a relationship)
username SCREAMING HE'S SO DOWN BAD
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max verstappen x singer!fem reader // smau
‷ summary: when max verstappen starts commenting on the posts of the beloved singer y/n l/n, fans are confused and less than enthusiastic at the new friendship. what they could never expect is just how long they've been 'friends'...
based on this request <3
ââââââ àŒ»â©âââŸââșâ§àŒș ââââââ
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ynusername my new album is now officially out on all platforms! thank you so so much for all of the love and support, and special thanks to sab for her feature on the song <33 love u bb girl đ«Šđ«Š now that the album's out, tour next!!! see you all soon!
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user1 THE ALBUM OUT. THIS IS NOT A DRILL PEOPLE THIS IS NOT A DRILL.
user2 i cannot be normal about this i fear
user3 ik her back hurts from CARRYING the music industry on her back đ©
user4 hey so WHO TF IS SO AMERICAN ABOUT?? A LOVE SONG
user5 y/n writing a love song in god's year of 2024... wow
user6 y/n in the top 10 charts, fork found in kitchen
user7 sabrina and y/n are never beating the gf allegations
ynusername damn right we're not đ
user7 HOLY SHIR HOKY SHIT HOKST SHUT
user8 y/n's in love and it's not with me, hanging myself as we speak
user9 the comment is gonna get reported but so real op
ïżŒuser8 can't a woman hang herself in peace đŁ
user10 album's such a banger i had this shit bumpin at my grandmas funeral đđŒ rest in piece nancy đïžđȘđ»
user11 OH MY GOD???
user12 rest in piece nancy you would've loved make you mine đ
ynusername oh my god please tell me your joking
user10 sorry queen the grind never stops
ynusername NO SHOT
maxverstappen1 great album! đđŒ
user13 why does he text like my father đ§đ»ââïž
user14 brother eughh
user15 what da hell is a polar bear doin in arlington texas
ynusername thank you max!!!
user16 y/n l/n to redbull in 2025
user17 hellurrrrr who is this man in ur likes y/n
user18 f1 driver!!
user17 Y/N NO ATHELETES PLEAEJEWK đ«”
user18 tour content soon??? i'm sat
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user19 bro looks like he snuck onto earth, get his ass outta here
user20 grammy-award winner, vogue cover model, new york university graduate and Some Fucking Guy
user21 not y'all coming to her defense like the mighty morphin power rangers đđ he's literally a world class athete and she writes pop music
user20 17.172.224.47
user21 IS THAT MY IP ADDRESS??
user20 melinda charleton
user22 IS THAT HIS MOTHER'S NAME!!?1?1!
user20 you want me to do you too???
user22 no we good đ
user23 ruth bader ginsberg did not die for this
user24 now wtf does this have to do with babe ruth đ€š
user25 WHOOOOO đ§
user24 ... that wasn't right was it
user26 now let's be fr he does NAWT have a chance
user27 have u seen the marble-carved ïżŒ goddesses these men pull, i fear he does đ
user28 please no i feel ill
user29 TWO???? OH HELL NAW
user30 two might be pushing it, only one was confirmed
user31 jesus christ
user32 first taylor, now this
user33 yall, all he commented was great album đđ yall are LEAPING to conclusions
user34 what can i say it's an art
user35 i do not see đïžđđïž
user36 no like đđ im in your walls
user37 haha max verstappen!! right!!! (theres a sniper at ur location)
user38 omg ur so right đ€© it is about him (i have a bomb strapped to my chest)
user39 i dont mean to sound stupid, idk who that man is, if i saw him on the streets i wouldnt know a thing đ„±
user40 this is so random too like what đ
user41 the power of kindness won't work here, i have to throw him off a building
user42 i used to be a max verslsjjwwo lover đ€© now im just a max verslsjjwwo hater đ
user43 NURSE đ«” SHE'S OUT AGAIN
user44 why would u put that into the universe đ§
user45 alright, lets get you to bed grandma
user46 mari stop being delusion and go touch grass đ§đ»ââïž
user47 ENOUGHHHH
user48 ain't no way in hell đ
user49 ik ur feet hurt from all this jumping to conclusions babe
user50 lets leave the parkour to the athletes đ
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user51 IT WAS SO GOOD I THNK I BLACKED OUT THE WHOLE TIME THO
user52 oh!
user51 oh so now this isn't a safe space
user53 LANDO AND MAX IN TGE LIKES??? NO NO NO NO
user54 ABORT ABORT ABORT
user55 y'all are doing too much đ she's one of the top artists in the world, i think it's safe to say they might like her music
user56 the second picture đ§đ»ââïždo you need a stool cause i can kneel and be really quiet
user57 y/n fans be normal challenge (impossible!!!) (never done before)
user56 WOMP WOMP
maxverstappen1 wonderful show! đđŒ you are so talented
ynusername ty max (: im glad you could come see me
user57 ain't NO WAYYYYYY
user59 THIS IS SIXKENJNG IM GONNA PUKE
sabrinacarpenter my gf looking sexy đ«Šđ«Šđ«Š
ynusername only for u bbg đ§đ»ââïžđ§đ»ââïžđ§đ»ââïž
user60 BOOOO đŁïž GET A ROOM
user61 do y'all need a third!!!!
user62 mamma mia pizza pasta mozzerella moment
user63 i just put u on a watchlist
user62 đ§đ»ââïž
landonorris RAHHHHHH đŠ
đ«”đŁïžâŒïž
ynusername RAHHH RAHHH RAHHH RISE POWER POWER đȘđ»âŒïž
user63 what the fuck
user64 OH GOD WHAT IF SHES DATING HIM????
ynusername brother eughhhh
landonorris WHAT THE FUCK????
user65 SINCE WHEN IS SHE FRIENDS WITH F1 DRIVERS HOW MANY CHAPTWRS DID I MISS
user66 apparently we all went into a universal coma while she was out galavanting cause idk how else this could've happened
ââââââ àŒ»â©âââŸââșâ§àŒș ââââââ
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user67 someone save my girl bro, she don't know any better đ
user68 it's like a little kid trying to touch the hot stove, LIKE STOP THAT!! DON'T DO THAT
user69 am i the only one who thinks they'd be cute together....
user70 YES!?!?
user71 there is literally no fucking way he bagged her
user72 losing y/n to european f1 driver would be the biggest american tragedy since 2001
user73 i had to read this shit twice, op what r u waffling abt đ«”đ§
user74 can't even be nonchalant about this one bro, i'm chalanting hard asf
user75 we do not care
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user76 oh. my. fucking. god
user77 THEYRE FUCKING DATING OH MYFODNSJ
user78 THAT SHOULD BE MEEEE HOLDING YOUR HAND THAT SHOULD BE MEEE MAKING YOU LAUGHHH đ€
user79 i'm in mourning
sabrinacarpenter CHEATER đ«”
ynusername BABY IT'S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE, IT WAS JUST ONE TIME đŁđŁđŁ IT WAS A MISTAKE
maxverstappen1 we've been dating for 2 years??
sabrinacarpenter SHUT UP FAST & FURIOUS NO ONE ASKED YOU
user80 i'm sorry đ two Y EARS
user81 i feel like i just got dumped. y/n don't do this, the kids need you đ
maxverstappen1 i got p1 for you, i love you đ«¶đŒ
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please i'm begging you (please don't feel pressured if your life is busy đ) we need pt 2 to the angst i can't handle this đ my heart đ the writing is too good that i'm feeling things đ
was i stupid to love you?
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: summary :: when he downplays your feelings â
: feat :: max verstappen, lewis hamilton, carlos sainz, charles leclerc, lando norris â
: genre :: angst; hurt/comfort â
: word count :: 4.6k â
 : a/n :: open ending, don't forget to vote after so i can get a bit of feedback :3 kinda rushed so might contain lots of typos sorryyyy!!
( part 1 )
Charles Leclerc
The house party buzzed with music and laughter, a cacophony that drowned your thoughts as you stormed through the crowded rooms. Your heart raced with a mix of anger and hurt, knowing Charles was right on your tail, determined to catch you before you could reach Arthur.
Your boyfriendâs hand wrapped around yours just as his brother turned around to look at you guys. You stomped your feet as you shook your head to dismiss Arthur and follow your boyfriend who quietly kissed your head in gratitude before you could step away.
âWhat is going on with you?!â Your voice trembled with barely contained fury as you confronted Charles in a quieter corner.
Charles sighed, his brow furrowing in frustration. âI donât know, baby. Iâm so sorryââ
âYou told me off when you should know that Iâm right!â Your voice rose involuntarily. âShe fucking leaned in thinking that you were gonna choose her.â
âY/N, please listen to me,â Charles said earnestly, stepping closer to you. âI messed up. I know. But I would, never in a hundred years, choose anyone let alone her over you.â
You looked into Charles' eyes, seeing the sincerity and pain reflected in them. Your anger began to melt, replaced by a swirl of conflicting emotions.
âYouâre just saying what I want to hear and I don't like it,â you said, your voice softer now, searching for clarity.
âItâs the truth,â Charles declared, his voice tinged with regret. âI know Iâve hurt you baby and I'm sorry for that but I canâtâ I wouldnât be able to forgive myself if I watched you leave with my brother. Let me drop you home, okay?â
Tears welled up in your eyes, frustration and hurt mixing with the love you still felt for him. Charles gently took your hands in his, his touch warm and comforting.
âY/N, please,â Charles pleaded, his voice raw with emotion. âI never want to make you feel like you need to run away from me. I want to talk this out, please give me a chance to make things right.â
You hesitated, feeling torn between wanting to forgive him and the pain of betrayal still fresh in your heart.
âOkay,â you finally whispered, feeling emotionally drained. âLet's go.â
Charles nodded, relief washing over his face. He led you out of the noisy party, his grip on your hand tight and reassuring. The cool night air outside provided a stark contrast to the heated emotions inside.
As Charles drove you home, neither of you spoke. The silence was filled with unspoken words and the weight of what had just transpired. But Charles kept stealing glances at you, his eyes full of regret and love.
When you arrived at your shared apartment, Charles parked the car but made no move to get out. He turned to you, his expression soft and vulnerable.
âI'll leave if you want me to,â Charles said quietly, his voice tinged with sorrow. âBut please, Y/N, give us a chance to talk tomorrow. I'll do whatever it takes to make this right.â
You looked at him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes and the love that still lingered despite everything. Tears fell down your cheeks as you nodded slowly.
âI need time,â you admitted softly, your voice barely audible. âTime to sort through this.â
Charles nodded understandingly, reaching out to gently wipe away your tears. âTake all the time you need,â he said softly, his thumb caressing your cheek. âI'll be here, whenever you're ready.â
âWhere will you go?â You asked, not wanting to leave just yet.
âTo your brotherâs house,â he joked and smiled cheekily when you let out a small laugh.
âI love you,â Charles continued and seemed satisfied when you saw your tinted cheeks, giving into the temptation to kiss your hand. âIâll stay at Arthur's for the night.â
With that, you stepped out of the car, your heart heavy with conflicting emotions. You watched Charles drive away, feeling the distance between you both but knowing that perhaps, with time, you could find a way back to each other.
Lando Norris
You sat in the break room at work, your lunch untouched in front of you. The memories of last nightâs events still stung, the image of her hand on Landoâs thigh and the lipstick on his collar replaying in your mind.
Just as you were about to take a sip of water, the door swung open, and there he was, yourâ ex? âboyfriend, looking desperate and determined. You knew there was a possibility heâd try to catch you at work given that youâd taken away all other means.
âY/N, can I please?â he said, his voice pleading as he pointed towards the hallway.
You nodded reluctantly and led him to an empty hall, away from prying eyes. The silence was deafening as you stood there, waiting for him to speak.
You nodded reluctantly and led him to an empty conference room, away from prying eyes. The silence was deafening as you stood there, waiting for him to speak.
âY/N, please,â he started, his voice trembling slightly. âIâm so sorry about last night.â
You crossed your arms, leaning against the table. âBet you had a good time, huh?â
âNo, I didn't,â Lando said in disbelief before he took a deep breath, trying to keep his composure. âNothing that happened there was intentional. We were all drinking, and she... she got too close. I should have pushed her away. Iâm sorry.â
You scoffed, anger bubbling up again, finally fired up enough to speak your mind. âHer hand was on your fucking thigh, Lando. And your collarâ her lipstick was all over it. How do you explain that?â
He winced, clearly pained by the memory. âI know it looks bad, but it wasnât what it seemed. She leaned in close to talk to me, and I didnât realize she had left a mark. It was aâ just a stupid mistake, and I should have been more aware.â
âMore aware?â you echoed, your voice rising. âYou should have cared about how it would make me feel! Instead, you shrugged it off like it was nothing.â
âI didnât mean to shrug it off,â he said, stepping closer. âI was wrong. I should have reassured you, should have shown you that youâre the only one that matters to me. Baby, please just let meââ
You looked away, the pain still fresh. âItâs not just about the lipstick or her hand. Itâs about how you made me feel like I was overreacting, like my feelings didnât matter.â
âThey do matter,â he said, his voice breaking. âMore than anything. I was an idiot. I should have pushed her away immediately. I should have come to you and told you everything before you saw it for yourself.â
âYou know I only want you,â he added softly, his eyes pleading with you.
You shook your head, trying to hold back tears. âThatâs the thing, Lando. I donât know that. I actually believe that yâ you donât at all.â
Landoâs eyes filled with tears as a broken whisper of your name left his mouth. âI h.. have never, I never will. Ever.â He stressed. âWant anyoneâ need anyone the way I want you.â
You kept quiet as you looked at him trying to catch himself. Lending him your hand that he squeezed in return.
âI canât believe you would ever believe that but I understand and, I promise⊠Iâll be more mindful, more respectful. Iâll make sure everyone knows Iâm taken, that Iâm yours. Please, give me a chance to make it right.â
The weight of his words hung in the air, and you let out a slow breath, trying to not have a breakdown at your workplace. âItâs going to take time, Lando. Trust isnât rebuilt overnight.â
âI know,â he said, relief washing over his features. âAnd Iâm willing to do whatever it takes. Iâll prove to you that Iâm worthy of your trust.â
âOkay,â you whispered, your voice barely audible. âIâll give it a thought, Lando. But if you hurt me again, weâre done.â
âI understand,â he said, his voice filled with determination. âThank you, Y/N. I wonât let you down.â
Max Verstappen
The streets were bustling with late-night revelers, their laughter and chatter a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside you. The restaurant's neon sign flickered as you stepped out into the cool night air, your phone clenched tightly in your hand.
Three hours. You had waited for three hours, hoping Max would show up for your anniversary dinner, only to find out from the story of your mutual friend that he was out with her again.
On your anniversary.
You made your way through the crowded streets, not caring where you ended up. You just needed to get away, to think, to process the hurt and betrayal. Your phone buzzed incessantly in your pocket, but you ignored it. Max's calls and messages could wait. Right now, you needed space.
After wandering aimlessly for a while, you found yourself at the edge of the city, near the river. The quiet contrast of the flowing water was a welcome change from the city's noise. You sat on a bench, pulling your jacket tighter around you as a light drizzle began to fall. The soft patter of rain on the water's surface was soothing, but it didnât dull the ache in your heart.
Minutes turned into an hour, and the rain intensified. Your phone buzzed again, and this time you glanced at it. Last message from Max was a minute ago
Max: Y/N, please. Where are you? Let me explain. Iâm looking for you.
You sighed, wiping away the raindrops mixed with your tears. Your fingers hovered over the screen before you finally typed a reply.
You: By the river. Near the old bridge.
You didnât know why you told him, but some part of you wanted to hear him out. To understand why he kept doing this. Why would he even waste time with you if he was already in love with someone else?
God. Even the thought of that brought up a real pain in your chest. The rain fell harder, and you huddled under the small awning of a nearby building, trying to stay somewhat dry.
After what felt like an eternity, you saw a figure running towards you through the rain. It was Max, drenched and breathless. He slowed as he approached, his eyes filled with worry and regret. HIs clothes were all over the place, untucked and wrinkled and you only drew the worst conclusion.
âY/N,â he gasped, stopping a few feet away. âThank God, you're okay.â
You stood up, arms crossed defensively. âYouâve got five minutes, Max. Make it count.â
He nodded, taking a step closer. âIâm so sorry, Y/N. I know Iâve let you down. I was with her tonight because sheâs going through a really rough time. She had no one else to turn to.â
You narrowed your eyes, the skepticism clear. âOn our anniversary? How convenient.â
He flinched at your tone but didnât back down. âI know itâs no excuse. I should have told you. I thought I could help her quickly and still make it to dinner. I didnât realize it would take so long.â
You shook your head, the anger bubbling up again. âThis isnât the first time, Max. How many times have I had to wonder if sheâs really just a friend? How many times have you put her before me?â
Max stepped closer, his eyes pleading. âIâve been blind, Y/N. I didnât see how much I was hurting you. Thereâs nothing romantic between us. Sheâs just a friend, and she needed my help. But I see now that Iâve been unfair to you.â
Tears mixed with the rain on your cheeks. âI donât know if I can keep doing this, Max. The constant worry, the feeling like Iâm not enough. Itâs tearing me apart.â
He reached out, tentatively taking your hand. âYou are more than enough, Y/N. Iâve been an idiot, and Iâm so sorry. I love you, and I donât want to lose you.â
You looked into his eyes, searching for any sign of deception. All you saw was sincerity and regret. âHow can I trust you again, Max? What did she even need help with?â
He squeezed your hand gently. â She saw her ex at the club and he was being an asshole. I just went over for five to put him in his place when one of her friends posted the story. Iâm sorry for the delay, baby. I know I should've been more transparent about everything. Just please, give me a chance to make things right.â
âIs she okay?â You took a shaky breath, your heart aching with the desire to believe him and he exhaled when you pulled him under the shit excuse of shelter you had from the rain.
âSheâs okay. I promise I won't ever embarrass you this way again, baby. You wonât ever have to sit and wonder if I'm bailing because I found someone else or not.â Max took another deep breath. âI never will, baby, you are the only one I want. I will never find anyone.â
You closed your eyes, the tears spilling over as you hugged him. âI wanna go home.â
âOkay letâs go home, baby.â Max gently cupped your face, his thumbs brushing away your tears. âBut I need you to know. You are my priority, Y/N. Iâll never let you feel otherwise again. I love you more than anything, and Iâll spend every day proving it to you.â
You leaned into his touch, feeling a flicker of hope amidst the pain as you hugged him.
He sighed again, closing his eyes to soak in this. âHappy anniversary, baby. I love youâ
You pulled back slightly, looking up at him with a tired smile.
Carlos Sainz
Carlos's pleas had grown quieter, the urgency in his voice replaced with a softness that seemed to seep through the crack under the door.
You could hear his breath hitching, a clear sign that he was on the verge of breaking down himself. But you couldnât get yourself to stand up as you sat on the bed, knees drawn to your chest, tears still streaming down your face as you tried to block out the sound.
âY/N, please,â he choked out, and you could hear the tears in his voice now. âI'm so sorry. I... I don't know what else to say. I can't lose you.â
The sincerity and raw emotion in his voice cut through you in a vicious manner, and against your better judgment, you found yourself getting up. You hesitated for a moment, your hand hovering over the doorknob, before finally opening the door just a crack.
Carlos was standing there, his eyes red and swollen from crying. When he saw you, a look of profound relief washed over his face. âThank you,â he whispered.
You stepped back, letting him in. He walked in slowly, as if afraid to invade your space, and you closed the door behind him. The silence was heavy, each second stretching into an eternity.
âI'm so sorry,â Carlos said again, his voice trembling. âI swear, I didn't know she was going to kiss me. If I had known, I would have never invited her. I would never do anything to hurt you intentionally.â
You took a deep breath, trying to steady your own shaking voice. âBut you did invite her, Carlos. And I told you to cut her off so many times. Why didn't you listen?â
He ran a hand through his hair, looking utterly defeated. âI thought... I thought we were just friends. I didn't realize she felt that way about me. And when she kissed me, I was so shocked. Iâ I froze. I'm an idiot. I should have pushed her away immediately.â
âYou should have,â you echoed, your voice breaking as you recalled that scene and it felt like someone was physically stabbing you. âDo you have any idea how much it hurt to see that?â
Carlos stepped closer, his eyes pleading. âI know, and I'm so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. I love you, Y/N. You're the only one I want to be with.â
You looked down, tears falling onto the floor. âHow do I know that, Carlos? How do I know you won't let this happen again?â
He gently took your hands in his, his touch warm and reassuring. âBecause I canât ever go through this again. I donât want to know what it feels like to almost lose you. I'll cut her off completely. I promise you, baby, just, anythingâ it will never happen again.â
You pulled your hands away, wrapping your arms around yourself protectively. âIt's not just about cutting her off, Carlos. I can never get that image out of my brain now. What if you just wake up tomorrow that you didnât get rid of her because yoâ youâŠ?â
You trailed off but Carlos understood and immediately shook his head. âNo,â he said firmly. âI will never wake up with anyone other than you in my heart. Youâre the one I love, the one I am going to live my life with.â
He didnât let you speak as he carried on,âI understand. Trust is earned, not given. And I'll do whatever it takes to earn it back. I'll prove to you that you can trust me.â
You sighed, feeling the weight of his words. âI want to believe you. But it's going to take time. A lot of time.â
âI know,â he said softly. âAnd I'm willing to wait. I'll wait as long as it takes for you to trust me again. Just please, don't shut me out. Let me be there for you.â
You looked into his eyes, seeing the genuine remorse and love in them. Despite everything, a part of you still loved him deeply. âOkay,â you whispered. âBut you have to understand, it's going to be hard. I'm still hurt, and it's going to take a while for me to heal.â
Carlos nodded, a flicker of hope in his eyes. âI'll be patient. I'll be here for you, no matter what. And I'll do everything I can to make it right.â
âAlright.â You nodded, feeling a glimmer of hope yourself. âJust... don't make me regret it.â
âI won't,â Carlos stepped closer, tentatively reaching out to wipe a tear from your cheek. âI love you, Y/N. More than anything.â
You gave him a small as you leaned into his touch, feeling a mix of emotions, âI love you too, Carlos. That's why this hurts so much.â
He pulled you into a gentle hug, holding you as if you were the most precious thing in the world. âWe'll get through this. Together.â
Lewis Hamilton
You paced around your apartment, the anger and hurt from the argument still fresh. The silence after the exchange with Lewis was deafening. You couldnât believe he said those things. Your phone buzzed on the couch, but you ignored it, needing space to process.
A knock on your door interrupted your thoughts. It was loud and persistent. You hesitated, hoping it wasnât who you thought it was.
âY/N, please open up. I need to talk to you,â Lewisâs voice came through the door, sounding desperate.
You took a deep breath and opened the door. Your boyfriend stood there, looking remorseful.
âWhat do you want, Lewis?â you asked, your voice cold.
âCan I come in? Please, we need to talk,â he pleaded.
You stepped aside reluctantly, letting him in. He walked into the living room, turning to face you with regret etched on his face.
âIâm sorry, Y/N,â he started, his voice soft as he ran a hand over his face. âI didnât mean what I said. I was frustratedâ but thatâs no excuse.â
âYou really hurt me,â you said, crossing your arms defensively knowing you had to support yourself before you start crying again. âAnd you were so fucking cruel about it!â
âI know, and I hate that I did that to you,â he replied, his eyes sincere. âIâve been spending too much time with her, and Iâve been blind to how itâs been affecting youâ us. Affecting us.â
âWhy do you keep seeing her then? If sheâs just a friend, why does it feel like sheâs more important than me?â you demanded, your voice shaking.
âSheâs not more important than you,â he said quickly. âIâve let the boundaries blur, and I didnât realize how much it was hurting you. Iâm sorry.â
Tears welled up in your eyes, but you blinked them away. This was not what you expected. You were ready for a fight, sure that Lewis would come with his own weapons out but this was undoing you.
âItâs not just about her, Lewis. Itâs about us. Youâve been distant, and I feel like Iâm losing you.â
Lewis nodded, looking pained and sick. âYouâre not losing me, Y/N. Iâve been an idiot, and Iâve taken you for granted. I want to fix this.â
âHow?â you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. Desperately clinging onto him to make amends because you couldnât see any in hindsight.
âBy being more present, by setting boundaries, and by showing you every day how much you mean to me,â he said, taking your hands in his. âPlease give me a chance to make this right.â
âWords arenât enough anymore,â you said, looking down at your joined hands.
âI know,â he nodded. âBut I'm willing to go through any lengths, Iâll prove to you that youâre my priority.â
You searched his eyes, seeing the determination and regret. âI want to trust you,â as your voice cracked, the very first tear fell down your face and Lewis immediately grabbed you as he pulled you to lay your head on his chest.
âI canât thoughâ I wish I could but I can't get hurt again.â
âI understand and I promise you can shoot me if I hurt you againâ he said. âI love you, Y/N. Iâll do whatever it takes to make this right.â
You leaned into his embrace, feeling a flicker of hope amidst the pain. âI love you too.â You felt him take a sigh as he held you tight against his warm body.
âAnd I need you to understand that my feelings are valid,â you continued as you soaked his shirt with your tears. âWhen I tell you something bothers me, I need you to listen and not dismiss it.â
âI promise Iâll listen,â he said, his voice full of sincerity. âIâll do better because losing you would end me.â
You took a deep breath, feeling a weight lift slightly. As you stood there in your boyfriendâs arms, you realized that healing would take time but there was no one else you would rather heal with. Though only time could tell what the future held for you.
Oscar Piastri
You closed your eyes as you heard the door of your best friend's apartment being knocked on again. Your mind was a whirlwind of emotionsâanger, betrayal, sadness.
You replayed the messages over and over in your head, each one cutting deeper than the last as you contemplated whether letting Oscar in would be a good decision. You finally made the decision when you heard the neighborâs lock moving.
You pulled him in before they could open their door or call the cops and finally took a look at him. He looked disheveled. His eyes were red from holding unshed tears as they glossed over once he finally took you in.
âY/N,â Oscar started, moving towards you with open arms. âThanks for letting me in.â
âI almost didn't.â You crossed your arms over your chest, trying to keep your voice steady as you stepped away from his open arms. âBut you were waking up the whole damn building.â
Oscar nodded, looking down at the ground. âI deserve that.â You took a deep breath, desperate to get this over with.
âWhy, Oscar? Why did you lie to me?â
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. âI... I was scared you'd get upset. I thought if I told you the truth, you'd leave me.â
âAnd now?â you scoffed, your voice rising. âYou think I'm not upset now? You think lying to me makes it any better?â
He stepped closer, his eyes pleading. âY/N, I made a mistake. A huge mistake. But nothing happened between me and her, I swear. We were drunk, and she sat on my lap for a picture. It was stupid and irresponsible, but that's all it was.â
You shook your head, tears welling up in your eyes. âDo you have any idea how that made me feel? Seeing her on your lap after you told me she wasn't even going to be there?â
Oscar reached out to touch your arm, but you stepped back once again and his eyes brimmed with tears. âY/N, please. I love you. I was an idiot, but I love you. I need you to believe that.â
You wiped your eyes, trying to compose yourself. âHow can I believe you, Oscar? When I don't even know if you really want me?â
He swallowed hard, his tears finally falling out of his eyes. Oscar looked defeated as if he was fighting a battle already lost.
âPlease donât say that. Youâre the only person I want. I'll do whatever it takes to earn your trust back. I'll never lie to you again. I'll be completely honest, even if it's something I think will hurt you. Just... please give me a chance to make it right.â
You looked at him, searching his face for any sign of deception. You saw only earnest regret and a desperate longing for forgiveness. You wanted to believe him, but the hurt was still so raw.
âI don't know if I can,â you whispered. âYou've broken my trust, Oscar. And that's not something you can just fix with words.â
He nodded slowly. âI know. But I'm willing to do whatever it takes. I'll go to counseling, I'll give you access to my phone, my social media, anything you need to feel secure. Just please, donât give up on us.â
You stood in silence for a moment, the weight of the situation heavy in the air. You looked around the dimly lit apartment, as you took a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts.
âOkay,â you said finally. âIâm willing to discuss this in the morning. But if you lie to me again, if you hurt me again, we're done. Do you understand?â
Oscar's face lit up with a mixture of relief and determination as his chest heaved. âI understand. I promise you, Y/N, I'll never give you a reason to doubt me again.â
You nodded, as your lips quivered. âI hope so. Because I don't think I can go through this again.â
He stepped closer, cautiously taking your hand. You allowed it, feeling the warmth of his touch. âThank you,â he said softly. âI won't let you down.â
You stood together, still holding hands. The silence between you was different nowâtentative, but with a flicker of understanding. You had a long way to go, but for the first time since those fateful messages, you felt like maybe, just maybe, not all was lost.
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ignore - Matt Sturniolo
summary: you've been in a mood all day, ignoring matt and giving him little attention, you won't tell him what's wrong so he has to fuck the answers out of you.
contains: smut, arguing, crying, swearing, rough!matt, slight overstimulation.
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i've been pissed and emotional all day, i'm not even sure what for anymore, everything that people do is pushing me to my limits, especially my boyfriend, matt.
3:39pm
"c'mon we've gotta go." matt says, tapping my arm as i sit with my arms folded on the edge of matts bed. "i'm not going!" i raise my voice at matt, my eyebrows raised as i roll my eyes.
"chris and nick are waiting for us, we've booked the top golf session, we are going its for the celebration of nicks brand come on." matt says with a dad like tone.
i shake my head, "i don't want to, my head hurts." i say in a whiny tone, somehow on the verge of tears, matt lets out an exhausted sigh, tears start to fall down my cheek as i rub my eyes.
"why are you crying." matt says in a calm tone with a sigh. "go away!" i groan, matt walks out of the room shaking his head, he closes the door behind him.
"i don't know whats going on with her, im sorry nick." i hear him say to his brothers outside the door, i sniffle as i flop down on the bed behind me.
6:12pm
i've been enjoying the empty house by myself for the past few hours, i hear the triplets pull into the driveway before knocking on the door, i unlock the door and they all walk in, i give nick a hug, before asking chris how it went. he instantly starts to yap about his golf shots.
after a handful of minutes chris decides we should all watch a movie, matt tries saying something to me but i simply ignore him,
"y/n." matt repeats himself, i shoot him a side eye before continuing to speak to chris.
nick and chris pile onto the couch, matt sits down on the other side of the plush couch, i walk over to matt, sitting down on his lap and laying down against him, my back pressed against his torso and the back of my head resting on his shoulder.
matts chest rises and falls with each breath, lifting me up and down subtly.
9:29
the movie has been playing for over 3 hours, i've shifted around slightly against matt a couple of times, but haven't said anything to him.
i let out a heavy sigh matt taps my waist before whispering in my ear "please talk to me, you've been acting very off today."
i scoff "i've been acting off?" i whisper back, an attitude clear in my voice.
"yes you have, been acting like that, bratty." matt replies, i stay silent after that.
"talk to me about it." he says again, i shake my head no.
the closing scene of the movie finishes, chris and nick get up, "im headed to bed, see you guys in the morning." chris says with a yawn, "bye chris!" i say chirpily.
nick stands up, "see you!" he says running over and hugging me before leaving the living room.
matt and i sit in silence for a minute or so before matt pushes me off his lap, "come with me." matt says, i stare straight into his eyes, not moving nor speaking.
"come. with. me." matt raises his voice, grabbing my wrist and dragging me to his bedroom. he slams the door and locks it vigourously.
i sit down on the edge of his bed, fiddling with my nails. matt storms over to me, picking me up then throwing me back down on the bed, i fall straight on my back, my head landing in his pillows, one specific pillow having a stupid pug on it.
matt rips off his cute crewneck sweater, my eyes drawn to his tattooed arms.
his two hands firmly grip the waistband of my sweatpants, before yanking them and my panties down in one go. he unbuttons his jeans before pulling me by my ankles towards the edge of the bed.
"matt-" i start, he cuts me off, "dont start."
his boxers drop to the floor before he stands at the edge of the bed, i wrap my legs around his waist. matt stares into my eyes, asking for permission, i stay silent, just staring into his eyes.
"use your words and tell me what the fuck you want." he almost demands, his right hand now firmly gripping my waist.
i can't deny the fact i need him, the sudden switch in mood turns me on, along side matt being angry which he is never like, hes never fucked me while hes mad.
"just fuck me then if your so desperate." i mumble, matt lets out an exasperated laugh before lining himself up with me, slamming into me, his tip bruising my cervix.
i let out a yelp, "fuck!" matt starts to pound in and out of me, not showing signs of slowing down.
he grips my waist with both hands, his fingers digging into my skin as small grunts fall from matts lips.
the sounds coming out of me echo throughout the room, resulting in matt slamming a hand over my mouth, the cold metal of his rings pressing against my cheek.
"gonna act like this whole day? think you can act like that?" matt breathes out, his left hand which is still firmly placed on my waist tightens. matts breathing picks up,
im starting to consider always acting like 'this' so that matt fucks me like this again, i dont think ive ever had better sex in my life.
he repeatedly hits a spot inside of me which is driving me closer, and closer to my orgasm.
"awnser. me." matt says, staring into my squinted eyes, he removes his hand from my mouth, reaching down and brushing my clit.
"i- i didn't mean to" i say cluelessly, my mind completely fogged as i clench around him.
the pit in my stomach realeases as i orgasm, matts thrusts stop, after all this not wanting to overstimulate me.
"gonna talk to me now sweetheart?" matt says his voice soft but his breaths heavy.
i scoff with an eye roll, matt raises his eyebrows before thrusting into me again, i wince, "sensitive.." i say as matt presses on my clit, he starts to thrust again, waiting for me to speak.
i let out loud moans as matt starts to pick up his thrusts "please-" i groan, "matt-"
"i'm sorry- fuck" i say, my thighs dropping from his waist and squeezing together, matt pulls out, finishing with a whimper and painting my stomach with white streaks.
"oh my god-.." i groan, covering my forehead with my arms as i wipe away the few tears that fell from intensity.
"are you okay?" matt says, picking me up off the bed and carrying me towards the bathroom.
i hum in response, "was it too much? did i hurt you?" matt asks, worry in his voice as he places me down on the edge of his bath.
he bends down between my thighs, dabbing a towel gently against my skin. he walks out of the room, shortly coming back now wearing sweatpants and a white wifebeater tank top.
he brings me over the shorts i was wearing previously, and one of his black shirts. he pulls them onto me gently, his cold finger tips brushing against my skin.
he picks me up again, carrying me over to his bed and flicking off the overhead light, leaving his dim lamp on which illuminates the room just enough. he lays down on the bed, i lay ontop of him.
we lay in silence for about a minute before matt breaks it "are you okay? i mean you've seemed really off today and i should've talked with ya." matt says, running a hand through his hair.
"im sorry." i sigh, "no no, don't say that." matt replies instantly, "i'm not actually sure whats going on, i think i'm just a bit hungry" i say quietly,
matt laughs, "i did all of that for you to just be hungry?" he jokes, rubbing his eyes with a smile as his ears go red.
"i don't know!!" i laugh back, matt wraps his arms around my waist as i lay on top of him.
i suddenly spring up, "i'll be right back." i say, jogging out of the room towards nicks room, i knock twice before opening the door, nicks laying on the bed on his phone,
"you okay?" nick asks, i walk over to him, giving him a hug.
"im really sorry about not coming to topgolf nick, i was in a mood and i am extremely happy about your brand."
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Sam Winchester x Fem!reader
Warnings: NSFT, MDNI, Crushing, friends to lovers, pet names, Sexual tension, Mellow sexual thoughts, Size kink, p in v, nipple play, multiple rounds, oral sex, praise kink, aftercare
Mentions: She/her reader pronouns, Reader wears a skirt, Reader is implied to be shorter than Sam, Imagining early seasons Sam, Dean is present
"In a world of boys, he's a gentleman"
AN: uhh I know I died for like a month but supernatural brain rot is incoming. Sam girl for life <3 anyhow, happy holidays loves. This is so self-indulging, sorry babes.
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Sam Winchester is an awkward man. He's so respectful he doesn't know what to do with himself sometimes. But don't mistake his sweet attitude for a lack of attraction.
When you bend over to pick his book up off the floor for him, he notices your skirt sliding up your thighs. He quickly looks away as he runs a hand through the back of his messy brown hair.
Sam always opens the door of the Impala for you when you join him and Dean on road trips. He notices the way you let your hand brush over his arm as you help yourself into the car. Dean just lets out a small laugh as he climbs into the driver's seat.
Sam watches you saunter around the motel room in his shirt. Under the claim that 'it's just more comfortable'. He loves the way your figure is swallowed up by his larger clothes.
Sometimes it was almost degrading how respectful he was. In truth, you were trying to get his attention. To catch him peaking under your skirt, getting hard from seeing you in his shirt, or him finally being pushed over the edge by your 'discreet' affectionate touches. You swore you were gonna have to climb in his lap and say "fuck me" for him to actually do it.
In truth, Sam wasn't oblivious to what you wanted. Rather he was too kind to give it to you. He thought you were so precious that he needed to deny you. Sleeping with you would be too personal, too intimate and he wouldn't be able to let go of you after.
Dean let out a small laugh, Sam and him were alone in the hotel room while you went to go get dinner for the three. "What, Dean?" Sam asked in his partially sassy attitude as he read through his book. "Nothing nothing...it's just funny watching her pawn for you. Think you might be hurtin' her feelings." Dean smirked as he looked over at his little brother. Sam sighed in response, knowing he could only be talking about you. "I'm not that stupid, I know what she wants...I just..." he ran a hand through his hair "I don't think I should". "Sammy" Dean inquires "Look, she knows what we do. She hasn't gone running yet and she's perfectly human, there's nothing dangerous about that girl" he chuckles. "I know you're afraid because of what happened but...I think this might be something worth risking".
Sam let Dean's words simmer in his thoughts all night. For once he might actually agree with his older brother.
The next night you and Sam were alone. You finally spilled, being brutally honest. Sam watched with a bit of shock as you admitted how you'd be pawning for him. All your actions had a purpose and how bad you wanted to be his girlfriend. You almost wanted to cry with how emotionally overwhelmed this made you trying to explain yourself.
"Lovely, I'm sorry..." Sam stands as he cups your cheek and tilts your head up to meet his gaze. "I know you want me but I was being selfish because I know if I...indulge myself in you, I won't be able to let you go ever again." he explained, his voice was so gentle and his eyes reminded you of a puppy with the way he looked at you. "Maybe...I'm a little selfish too" you chime in "I just...I wanna be yours so bad that I don't really care what happens".
Those words alone tumbled the tension between both of you over the edge. Sam's kisses were soft then heated and needy. He had you pushed against the motel wall while both of you discarded your clothes. His larger figure covered you as he kissed you desperately. His hands engulfed your hips as he gripped them.
Once you two were on the bed, his hands fondled your breasts, teasing your nipples between his fingers. His chest pressed into your back as he kissed along your neck. You reached back to tangle a hand into his hair.
Sam was so sweet but he was a fucking god in bed. He knew exactly where to kiss, fondle, and tease. Nothing but deeply slurred words of "How does that feel?", "You okay?", "Taking me so well, lovely", and "Good girl...". You went three rounds with him...
He rubbed your clit and toyed with your nipples, leaving kisses and sucking up your neck. You came on his fingers, feeling him stretch you open. You wanted to watch his strong hands fuck into you so bad.
He nestled himself between your thighs. His tongue lapping up your first orgasm. You watched as you tugged on his hair, noticing the dominant look in his eyes. His hands gripping your thighs to keep them spread as you squirmed beneath him. His lips wrapped around your clit and sucked on it until he fucked his tongue inside you while you came again.
Then finally he fills you with his cock, only after making sure you were okay. He had you stuffed to the brim, grunts and moans leaving him with each thrust. He pressed his forehead against yours as he kissed your cervix with the tip of his dick.
When you came for a third time, he let you ride your high until he pulled out and finished on your stomach. A gentleman as always, not stuffing you with his cum on the first night. Even if you wouldn't have minded.
Sam carefully cleaned you up in the bath. Warm water envelops you both. He placed a soft kiss on your shoulder and gently rubbed your side as he cleaned you up. His actions are no longer lustful, this was just affectionate. "Did you enjoy yourself? Wasn't too much?" he asked softly, his expression back to looking like a puppy. "I'm fine, Sammy. It was perfect..." You smiled and kissed him softly.
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Chasing Cars | ch 17 (jjk)
âsummary: when your brother goes to study on a semester abroad, your life collides with his best friend Jeon Jungkook, who's coincidentally your roommate. Will you survive the collision, or will you crumble into dust?
âpairings: brother's best friend!Jungkook x younger sister!female reader
ârating: 18+ (minors DNI, this chapter contains mature content)
âgenre: forbidden love?au, college!au, slice of life!au, smut, angst (as usual a lot of it), fluff
âwarnings: alcohol, mentions of OC thinking Jungkook was going to hurt himself in October, mentions of Hobi, explicit content: nipple/breast play, hickeys, praising, teasing, oral sex (male and female receiving), jerking off, balls sucking, a bit of mouth fucking, hair pulling, fingering, unprotected sex (don't be stupid)
âword count: 9k
âa/n: I don't want this to be the end no :') thank you for accompanying me on this journey. I hope you loved this story as much as I loved writing it, and I hope it stays in your heart like it will for sure stay in mine <3 thank you to @moonleeai for beta-ing, you're the best <3
âseries masterpost
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If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
Chasing Cars, Snow Patrol
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Thursday, December 19th
It snowed for the first time of the year this afternoon.Â
It had been forecasted for a week now, but you still smile as you walk out of the exam building along with Nabi, a blanket of snow covering the ground. Students are milling around, throwing snowballs and building snowmen as their cheeks turn rosy, and their breaths turn into clouds that slowly lift towards the cloud-covered sky.Â
Itâs not snowing anymore, but itâs supposed to start again over the night, which you reckon might disrupt your plans of driving home tomorrow with Taehyung, Ariane and Jungkook. You think your mother would be relieved - the apartment will be crowded for two weeks, and you know she likes her space.
At least she doesnât have a boyfriend this year, and so itâll only be the five of you. Itâs not like you arenât used to sharing a roof with the three others though - youâve been good at it this semester, especially considering that you and Jungkook have been sharing a room, and Taehyung and Ariane another.
Which left your old room as a guest room for the nights Jimin and Sera get too drunk with you to make their way home.
Your relationship with Jungkook has slowly evolved over the weeks and months since youâd run home thinking that he was going to hurt himself. Youâre now fully dating, or at least you tell so to everyone that asks you where youâre standing when it comes to Jungkook.
You know he does the same anyway, even if you havenât really stated to each other that you are boyfriend and girlfriend yet. You donât think it matters - your relationship with him has been going on for far longer than just a few weeks, and the absence of a label doesnât scare you in the slightest. Not when you fall asleep and wake up next to him every day, his first and last words of the day always love confessions uttered against your skin.
Itâs a side of Jungkook that you like. The way heâs demonstrative of his affection, not caring if your brother is watching whenever he hugs you or kisses you. Taehyung has cursed the two of you repeatedly for it, but thereâs just some beauty in the carefree act of loving each other in front of the very person you thought would end you that you both canât let go of.
Speaking about that, your relationship with Taehyung has been⊠strained, since October. You havenât really been able to forgive him for what happened that night he threw Jungkook out of the apartment, and he hasnât quite been able to forgive you for hiding your relationship with Jungkook from him. You think heâs a little hypocritical for it - he and Jungkook have had no trouble resuming their friendship despite the fact that you and Jungkook are now a thing. But you donât mind.Â
As long as Jungkook is happy, then you are happy too.
âYou coming to Yoongi and Namjoonâs tonight, right?â Nabi says as you walk down the path, your shoes crunching on the snow.
You chuckle. âYou think Iâd miss Yoongi introducing his boyfriend?â you say. âHell nah. Of course Iâll be there.â
Nabi laughs, slightly shaking her head. âItâs not like you havenât seen them together at the gym.â
Sheâs got a point, but you still want to see gym guy - Mikey, youâve now found out - out of his natural habitat, aka the gym.Â
âIs Jungkook coming?â she asks.
You nod. âLater though. Heâs going out for drinks with his friends, and he said heâd meet up around eleven.â
âThatâs late,â she comments.
You playfully push her. âWeâll probably be going until three am, I think eleven is fine.â
She laughs, though her eyes sparkle as she looks at you, with excitement and amusement you know is reciprocated in your own gaze.
Tonight will be one for the books, and you just canât wait.
You have to head to your apartment first, to take a quick shower and grab the drinks youâve bought for the evening. Nabi tags along, chilling with Ariane in the living room while you get ready. You get out of the shower ten minutes later to see that theyâve been joined by Taehyung.
The absence of Jungkook brings a pout to your lips, even though you know heâs just with Jimin and Eunwoo at Jiminâs apartment, pre-drinking for the bar.
âWhatâs up?â Taehyung greets you.Â
You offer him a tight-lipped smile. He takes it in stride, looking away from you to focus on Nabi and Arianeâs conversation while you make your way to your room to do your makeup quickly. Soon enough youâre ready to go, and you stop by the kitchen to grab the drinks - different flavours of lemonade with alcohol, like maybe itâs summer and the snow outside is but a mirage.
âLetâs go!â you say as you reach the living room next, and Nabi nods as she jumps up from the couch, meeting you near the door.
âI am so excited Y/n, you have no idea,â she says, and you laugh as you nod approvingly.
âLetâs go see what that Mikey is made of.â
Her laugh doubles up, and it follows you outside after youâve put your coats and boots on. Youâve decided to walk to Yoongi and Namjoonâs place, and Nabi lets out a happy yelp when it starts snowing again.
âItâs so pretty!â she says, motioning to the fat snowflakes that are lazily falling from the sky.
You fully agree with her - thereâs something magical about the first day of snow. It fills the air with excitement and joy and nostalgia for the days when you were younger and the first snow meant the beginning of the Christmas season, which you reckon might have always been your favourite season after all.
âIt really is,â you agree with Nabi.
She nods wisely, and then throws you a look. âDid you know Arianeâs grandfather was French?â
You actually did. Ariane told you it was the reason why sheâd decided to do a semester abroad in Paris, and that her grandfather had also been the one to name her.Â
âYeah, she told me all about it when we went out to the karaoke bar,â you say, referencing an outing that had taken place in early November, when your relationship with Jungkook still felt fresh.
Not that it doesnât anymore. You reckon being with Jungkook will always be refreshing to you - heâs the oasis in the middle of your desert.
âOh right,â Nabi lets out. âThat time you lost your voice for five days straight.â
âI did not!â you cry out as she bursts out laughing.
You, as a matter of fact, did lose your voice, but it was only because you and Jungkook had gotten too drunk and you were screaming more than singing by the end of the evening.
You spend the rest of the walk to Yoongiâs apartment bickering with Nabi, laughing as you reminisce about the good times you spent over the last few months. And there have been many - Jungkook fits right in with your friend group, and youâve been hanging out with all of them on multiple occasions, Taehyung, Ariane, Sera and Jimin even tagging along some of the time.
You get to Yoongiâs apartment at the same time as a flustered Seokjin, who admits he had to sprint to make it in time because Ria complained about his tardiness. Heâs clutching two rosĂ© bottles for dear life - Riaâs preferred alcoholic beverage now - and he explains he was late because of them. Though you know Ria probably wasnât actually upset with him in the slightest, you still find it weirdly endearing that Seokjin ran.
Itâs proof that heâs utterly obsessed with your friend, much like she is obsessed with him, too.
âWell then letâs get in,â Nabi says, and you follow her inside the building, and then up to the apartment in and of itself.Â
The door is unlocked when you get there, and you walk in, taking off your boots in the hall before making your way to the living room, where your friend group is all gathered already.
The first person you notice is Mikey, and he politely smiles at you as Ria throws herself at you and Nabi, hugging you both tight to her chest.
âCongrats on finishing your semester!â Ria says.Â
You thank her, and she takes the drinks youâve brought from your hands so that you can take off your coat, putting them down on the coffee table where all available alcohol is waiting for you all. And thereâs a lot - you would think a lot more people are coming tonight, but it really is just the seven of you, and Jungkook later.
You reckon itâs just another sign that tonight will be one for the books.
You start the evening by ordering dumplings, and you grab one of the lemonade drinks as you wait for the food to arrive, sipping from it as you talk with all of your friends. Mikey remains silent by Yoongiâs side, though you notice the way theyâre holding hands, and you smile at the sight.
Yoongi is shining. His eyes are sparkling like youâve never seen them do before, and he looks like the sun personified with Mikey by his side. He deserves the happiness, every single ounce of it, especially after what Hoseok put him through.
For some reason the thought reminds you of your old friend, and you wonder how Hoseok is doing on his side of the country. Has he found the solace he was seeking for? Though youâd long hated him for the way heâd ghosted everyone, tonight you reckon you forgive him.
You forgive him for what he put Yoongi through, only because it allowed Yoongi to experience this relationship now, a much needed relationship thatâs been healing every jagged piece of his heart.
Your phone buzzes in the pocket of the sweatshirt youâre wearing - Jungkookâs shirt - and you pull it out, immediately smiling when you see that Jungkook texted you.
[5:57 pm] JK: am tipsy
[5:57 pm] JK: canât wait to see you later
You laugh at his text, replying quickly to make sure to drink water, and then you put your phone away, focusing on the conversation again.
âThatâs just because youâre jealous I can make good music!â Yoongi is saying, and Namjoon rolls his eyes, though the laugh on his lips tells you that they arenât truly fighting.
âYou say you make good music but none of us has ever heard your music, Yoongi,â Ria says, finger pointing at him like sheâs scolding him.Â
âYouâve never showed them your music?â Mikey intervenes.
Yoongi blushes, eyes falling to the floor. âWell, uh, I just never had the occasion toâŠâ
âThatâs bullshit and you know it,â Namjoon says. âPull out the receipts, Yoongi.â
Yoongi shakes his head, looking around for salvation. He meets your gaze, but you only shrug your shoulders, a mischievous smile on your lips. Youâve been curious about his music too, so you certainly wonât be the one to encourage him to hide it for longer.
âI hate yâall,â Yoongi grumbles.
âI mean, you donât have to share if you donât want to,â Mikey says next to him, resting a hand on Yoongiâs thigh as Yoongi grabs his phone.
âNah, itâs okay,â Yoongi reassures him, and they look at each other for a few seconds.
Itâs intimate, and you look down at your drink to give them privacy. A few seconds later, the living room fills with the intro of a song, and your gaze widens when the lyrics start, all in Korean. You donât think Yoongiâs the one singing, and youâre proven right when a rapper comes in, and you recognize Yoongiâs voice.
âBro, what?â Seokjin lets out.
âShhh!â Nabi says, and Ria fake-glares at Seokjin, who just purses his lips, visibly holding a laugh in.
The song is good. More than that, the song is moving, the emotions running high all throughout it, up until the end, when the instruments all stop except the piano, giving a melancholy ending to the song.
âYoongi!â you let out. âThat shit is fire.â
âThanks,â Yoongi says, his cheeks turning deep red.
Mikey is smiling next to him as everyone congratulates him, and before you have time to listen to more of his music, Namjoon receives a text saying that the food has arrived. He goes downstairs with Seokjin to bring everything up, and a minute later youâre all eating at the kitchen table, Ria sitting on Seokjinâs lap so that everyone can fit around the table.
The evening unfolds with more music that Yoongi composed, songs he claims he wants to put in an EP heâll release next year. Youâre reeling at the beauty of his talent, and though he still turns red every time someone compliments him, you know his smile means he appreciates it, and is probably relieved that you all enjoy his music.Â
You reckon Mikey helps, encouraging Yoongi whenever he looks too embarrassed, and youâre so happy for your friend you feel like crying. Or maybe thatâs because youâre on your fourth - fifth? - lemonade and the alcohol has started messing with your brain.
Time flies, and Jungkook texts you that heâs on his way while youâre playing Jackbox on the TV, the laughter so loud in the small living room that youâre convinced the boys might get a noise complaint by the end of the evening. Youâre excited to see Jungkook, deadly so, and you decide to meet him downstairs, needing some fresh air anyway.
The snow is still falling outside when you make your way downstairs. The streetlights colour it in neon orange, and it covers the ground in a soft blanket. You wait in the hall of the building, watching the world outside and thinking about how everything has changed in a year.
If someone had told you a year ago that youâd be dating your brotherâs best friend now, you would have told them that they were crazy.Â
Now you know thereâs nothing crazy about you and Jeon Jungkook. It just makes sense.Â
Jungkook arrives sometime later - itâs hard to tell if itâs been a long time or not when your head is swimming in alcohol. He smiles brightly the second he sees you, opening the door to walk into your arms.
You hug him tight to your chest, hiding your face in his neck as his arms snake around your waist. He smells of home - youâve realized heâs become your home now - and you relax in his embrace, letting him sway you from side to side gently.
âHey there,â he greets you with his softest voice, the one thatâs reserved just for you.
âHey,â you reply. Thereâs a silence as you tighten your hold on him, and then you pull away to meet his gaze. âIâm drunk.â
He laughs, pecking your forehead. âIâm tipsy. But I drank lots of water like you said.â
You nod approvingly and then return your head to his neck. Unable to resist, you lightly bite at the skin, and Jungkook yelps, jumping out of your arms.
âWhat was that for!â
You eye him up and down. âYou look yummy.â
He snorts, grabbing your hand to pull you in. âOh, youâre drunk drunk.â
âIâm not!â you insist, though youâre fully aware that you are.
Itâs not like it matters - you know Jungkook will take care of you.
And he does - he gets you water as soon as you get inside, your friends greeting him in a chorus of hellos. He waves at them, forces you to sit down with the glass of water, and you sip from it as he grabs the beer Namjoon offers him.Â
Namjoon and Jungkookâs friendship has blossomed over the last two months. Theyâve gotten really close, often hanging out just the two of them, which you think is adorable. They apparently have more in common than you thought, Namjoon coming from a rich family as well.
Nothing like Jungkook, but still.
Jungkook sits in front of you on the floor, and you immediately slide down from the couch to sit behind him so that he can lean against your chest. You wrap your arm around his dainty waist, smiling softly as you peck the top of his head.
He glances at you, eyes gleaming with happiness, and then resumes his conversation with Namjoon.
This, you think, is happiness. This is the kind of scene you see in movies when everything is resolved after a long journey. Itâs a coming of age - your coming of age, despite the fact that you arenât a teenager anymore.Â
You just know that, when youâll be old and grey and reminding yourself of your college days, this is what youâll think of. Jungkookâs presence amongst your friends, the gentle ambiance of the snow outside, the smiles and the laughter and the music filling the air. Everything - youâll remember everything with vivid clarity when itâs time to go, knowing that this moment, and all of those related to Jungkook and your friend group, have forged the person that youâll become.
The thought brings tears to your eyes - happy tears - and you blink them away as you hug Jungkook tighter. He looks back at you again, smiling softly, light filling those big doe eyes of his that youâve been in love with since a certain power outage.
To think that your whole relationship with him started because of that outage - where would you be now if it hadnât been for that?
âWhat?â Jungkook asks softly.Â
âI love you,â you reply.
He grins, that adorable bunny grin of his that steals your breath each time. âI love you too.â
You know it - itâs been a law of your universe since you ran back home that October night, when you realized that your love for him was far more important than your brother being upset with him.
In truth, you think your love for Jeon Jungkook might have been the reason why you were put on this Earth - your purpose, if you will. Like the Fates weaved your story with his, until one canât exist without the other.
And you wouldnât have it any other way.
Tuesday, December 24th
Christmas Eve has been fun. Youâve been laughing around with Taehyung, Ariane, Jungkook and your mother, sharing way too much food at the dinner table. Good food - your mother has always been a good cook, whenever she finds the time to actually come up with a meal. Jungkook helped her too, and you havenât missed the approving glances your mother has been throwing him all evening.
Ariane has received her good shares of those too. You can tell your mother is happy for both you and Taehyung, which makes you feel bad that you initially thought it was good that sheâs currently single.
She deserves love, too.
Youâre in the bathroom, sometime after midnight, mind swimming with the eggnog drinks that your mother made for everyone, when your phone buzzes in the back pocket of the mom jeans youâre wearing. You pull it out, blinking a few times, and your gaze widens when you focus on the text message youâve received.
Mostly, your heart falls to your ass when you see who texted you.
[00:24 am] Hobi: hey, merry christmas! just wanted to text to apologize for dipping in april? that sucked of me and yeah, itâs christmas so i thought it was a good time to apologize
You reread the message a few times, wondering if youâre the only one thatâs received an apology. You highly doubt youâre the one that needed it after all, and when your phone buzzes again a few seconds later, with a text from Yoongi, you realize youâre not.
[00:24 am] Yoongi: youâll never believe who just texted me
You slide your phone open, ignoring the conversation with Hoseok to head straight to the one with Yoongi. You type your reply, worrying at your bottom lip as you send it.
[00:25 am] You: i know the fuck he texted me too
[00:25 am] You: how are you feeling?
Yoongi doesnât reply right away, and you decide not to reply to Hoseok either, instead stuffing your phone back in your back pocket before washing your hands. You return to the kitchen after, where everyoneâs been waiting for you to play your turn in the game of Ticket to Ride youâve started at midnight.
You canât believe Hoseok texted you. It feels like a ghost coming back to haunt you, reminding you that youâd been friends with benefits, albeit on a break, this time last year. Perhaps that is why Hoseok chose to text you too - you meant something to him to a certain extent.
âEverything okay?â Jungkook asks as you frown, trying to remember what it is you wanted to do in the game.
You blink once, meeting his gaze. âYeah.â You nod, repeating the word, and then you pick up two green wagon cards.
Jungkook lets it slide, focusing on the game too, and you all but forget about Hoseokâs text when your mother gives you another eggnog drink. You finish the game a little while later - Ariane winning grandiosely - and then you all head to bed after wishing each other a last Merry Christmas.
Jungkook plops down on your childhood bed as you walk into your room, and you close the door, leaning against it as you smile fondly. He props his chin on his hands, looking at you.Â
âTonight was fun,â he says.
You nod, smile growing wider. âIt really was. But wait until tomorrow, thatâs where all the fun is.â
Indeed, youâre going to visit your grandparentsâ house tomorrow evening, along with all of your uncles and aunts and cousins. Itâs tradition every year, and itâs the first time youâre bringing someone. Youâd be a little anxious, if not for the fact that you know your grandmother is already obsessed with Jungkook from everything your mother told her.
âI canât wait,â Jungkook says, and the soft curve of his lips tells you he means it.
You cross the distance between you, lying down on the bed next to him. Jungkook shifts, opening his arms for you to slide into his embrace, and he holds you tight, pressing a kiss on the top of your head.
âI mostly canât wait to give you your gift tomorrow morning,â he adds, his mouth moving against you. He pulls away, rubbing his face to take out from his mouth the hair he clearly almost swallowed from talking against your head. âYouâll be so happy.â
âYou really didnât need to give me a gift,â you say.
âYou think I havenât noticed the suspiciously large box with my name on it under the Christmas tree?â
You shrug. âMaybe itâs from Taehyung.â
âItâs written from peach.â
You snort, laughing against his chest. âAnd what about it?â
âYouâre allowed to get me a gift but I canât get you one?â
You nod forcefully. âYeah. You already got me that dress anyway.â
He laughs, rolling on his back. He pulls you with him until youâre lying next to him with your head on his chest. âThat was almost a year ago, it doesnât count.â
âIt does,â you mumble.
He chuckles, the sound rumbling deeply in his chest. âYouâre adorable, I love you.â He pecks the top of your head again. âBesides, what did you get me?â
âWhat did you get me?â you ask, gaze narrowed as you look up at him.
His next peck lands on your forehead. âNot telling you.â
âWell then, Iâm not telling you either,â you smugly reply.
He laughs, tightening his hold around you. âFuck, I love you so much.â
Your heart stops in your chest, and then it starts again on a wilder beat you hear echoed behind his ribcage.
âI love you too, Kook.â
âLuckiest man alive,â he whispers, and itâs rhetorical, not asking for a reply.Â
All you do is grin as you start tracing idle shapes on his stomach. You fall silent - the kind of comfortable silence you can only share with him - up until you remember Hoseokâs text. It makes you prop yourself up on an elbow, and you meet Jungkookâs gaze.
âYouâll never guess who texted me earlier.â
He cocks an eyebrow. âWho did?âÂ
âHobi,â you reveal.
Jungkookâs gaze widens. âThe guy you used to fuck?â
You roll your eyes, pinching his side. âYes. But mostly Yoongiâs⊠ex?â
âYou did use to fuck though, I heard you guys.â
âOh my God, Kook.â
He offers you a shit-eating grin. âWhat?â
âYouâre annoying.â
He pulls you on top of him until youâre straddling him. âBut you love me.â
You narrow your eyes, glaring at him. âBut youâre annoying.â
His hands, now on your hips, tighten slightly, and your brain chooses this instant to zero in on the spot.
âDo you know how much it drove me crazy?â he says, and his voice is suddenly low, husky, shooting warmth right to your core. âI fucking wanted to beat his ass.â
You cock an eyebrow, tilting your head to the side as a smirk appears on your lips. âYeah?â
He nods. âYeah.â He forces you to circle your hips, and youâre not surprised to find him already getting hard. âIâd imagine it was me instead.â Itâs Jungkookâs turn to smirk, and he sits up to kiss you, his tongue pushing into your mouth once before he lies back down. âAnd then when I was fucking Shelly and you were touching yourself?â
Youâre turning molten, like youâre metal melting in a forge. âYeah?â
âThatâs when I knew that whatever Iâd promised to Tae didnât matter anymore.â He grinds into you. âI needed to have you, one way or another.â
You crash your lips on his so hard you taste blood. Heâs quick to slide his hands under your shirt, and he fumbles with the fabric until you part to allow him to take it off your body. Youâre only wearing a red bralette you bought before finals, and Jungkookâs gaze darkens at the sight.
âShit peach, youâre always so fucking hot.â
âOne way or another, you say?â you repeat what he said earlier.
He looks confused for a heartbeat, and then he nods. âYeah. I was into you already then, as you know, but damn every time I touched myself all I could think about was you.â
âOutrageous,â you tease as you circle your hips once more.
He grunts softly. âOh, peach, donât pretend you werenât thinking of me too.â
You lean forward, sucking on his lower lip, your tongue then flicking at his piercings. âOh, you know I was thinking about you,â you say against his mouth.
You move down enough to find his neck, your teeth teasing the skin before you suck on it, yet you refrain from leaving a mark.
You donât want your mother asking questions tomorrow.
Jungkook grunts as you lick at the spot, and then move back up to nibble at his jaw. His large hands on your waist caress up your flanks until he reaches your breasts that he shamelessly cups, his fingers immediately searching for your nipples. He pinches them, hard enough to hurt, and you moan out loud, hiding your face in his neck.
âCareful, peach,â Jungkook warns. âWe wouldnât want your family hearing us.â
You bite at his neck again and he hisses. âWhat did you just say?â
âFuck,â he groans, and it sounds like a growl. âNow I want to fucking ruin you.â
You straighten, your hands landing flat on his chest to hold him down. âWhy donât you let me have my fun tonight?â
His dark gaze surveys you carefully as you climb down his body until youâre sitting on his legs. You grip his thighs and then slide your hands up to his clothed erection. You run a hand along it and then move up to push his shirt up, revealing the strong muscles of his abdomen. You graze them with your nails, and Jungkookâs eyes flutter shut as your other hand returns to his dick.
âHow should I please you tonight?â you ask.
You lean forward and, unable to resist, you suck a hickey on the spot right above the hem of his pants. Jungkook instinctively bucks his hips in response, and you smirk as you sit back on your heels again.
âSomeoneâs impatient,â you tease.
âPeachâŠâ he warns.
âBe nice,â you say. âIâll give you everything you want.â
He takes a sharp breath, and then nods curtly. You bite at your lower lip, a smirk teasing the corner of your lips.
âGood boy.â
He groans, but then youâre ridding him of his pants and boxers, and his dick springs free, slapping his abs. He looks just as pretty as he always does, the large vein running up his dick begging to be licked. You donât even resist - you immediately bend down, tracing it with your tongue up to his tip, which you circle once before pulling away just enough to grab the base of his dick.
You stroke him slowly, meeting his gaze. His cheeks are flushed with arousal, eyes shining with lust and desire, all of it for you. You feel powerful - you have him wrapped around your finger, and you wouldnât have it any other way.
Itâs with that thought that you finally take him in your mouth, not breaking eye contact. He clenches his jaw to hold a moan in, and you take him as deep as you can, your eyes watering when he hits the back of your throat.
âFuck,â he curses under his breath.
You pull almost all the way out, hollowing your cheeks as you suck on his tip, teasing his frenulum with your tongue. His dick twitches, but youâre holding him tight, keeping him in place.
You get to work, bobbing up and down, drooling all over him. You use your drool as natural lube so that you can jerk him off in time with your motions, and Jungkook grows infinitely hard in your mouth, so much so that you wouldnât be surprised if he came.
You wouldnât mind - he always tastes good for you, and the thought of it is making you soak through your panties to the point you think your pants might even be affected. But then again, Jungkook always makes you so wet.
No oneâs ever fucked you as good as him after all.
You take him all the way in, and Jungkook thrusts up, grunting as you moan around him. His hands are in your hair, and heâs been guiding your movements, though always allowing you to pull away to breathe when you need it.
So when you decide to pull away so that you can suck on his balls, he lets you do it. You reward him by jerking him off quickly, your grip tight on his dick just the way you know he likes, and he fists at the sheets of your bed, fucking into your hand.
Right before you think heâs about to come, Jungkook pulls you away. Heâs panting heavily, and you barely have time to breathe before he flips you on your back, climbing on top of you so that he can kiss you.Â
The kiss is ravishing, languid, all tongues and saliva and his teeth digging into your bottom lip. You barely can contain your moans when he drives your legs apart with a knee he then presses on your clothed core, and you canât help but grind on his leg, searching for much-needed friction.
Jungkook leaves your mouth to leave a trail of wet kisses down your neck, and then on your clavicle. He sucks a purple mark underneath it, and you arch your back in his touch as he cups your breasts again, massaging them.
âPeach,â he says as heâs looking at your necklace where it lies between your breasts. âYouâre so perfect.â
And then heâs pushing your bralette up enough to have access to your nipples. His mouth closes around one while he pinches the other between his thumb and index, and you lose your hand in his jet-black strands, pulling on his hair just a little by reflex.
His tongue circles your nipple, and then he licks at it twice. It hardens in his mouth as you hold your moans in, and your eyes roll to the back of your head when he shifts to your other nipple, offering it the same treatment.
âTake this off,â you breathe, pulling at the fabric of his shirt.
Jungkook raises his head, meeting your gaze. His lips are glistening with his saliva, and he looks so devilish you think youâd be able to come just like that.
âTake it off for me,â he teases.
You roll your eyes despite your lips curving in a smile, and you pull his shirt off, throwing it on the floor. You rake your nails on his back - lightly, not hard enough to leave a mark - when he returns to your nipples, devouring your breasts like a man starved.
âI fucking love every part of you, you know that right?â he says when he pulls away.
You nod, but heâs already going down your body, reaching for your pants. He takes them off, and to your surprise, he takes your panties off too, leaving you naked and gleaming when he pushes your thighs apart to look at you properly.
âSo prettyâŠâ he praises.
You want to tell him to fuck you, that you donât even need foreplay right now - youâve been feeling your juices dripping out of your pussy for a while - but he doesnât leave you time to speak, immediately diving in, lapping a large stripe from your entrance up to your clit. He swirls his tongue against the sensitive bundle of nerves, and you put your hand over your mouth to muffle your moan.
âSilence, peach,â he reminds you, and then he circles your clit again. âI really donât want your mother to look at me differently tomorrow morning.â
You donât have anything left in your brain to say that she wouldnât care, and maybe thatâs good - youâre pretty sure she would, as a matter of fact, care.
âSorry,â you apologize.
Jungkook shoots you a quick glance, and he pecks the inside of your thigh lovingly, miles away from the lust transpiring from this moment. âI love you,â he breathes against your skin, and then heâs back on your pussy.
He eats you out like heâs a demon come from hell, and soon enough he pushes two fingers inside of you, fighting against your tightening muscles. You take a deep breath to relax, and a few seconds later he arches his fingers, rubbing them on the most sensitive spot inside of you. It makes your eyes roll to the back of your head, and your mouth falls open on a silent moan as he starts fingering you, quick and hard, always rubbing your g-spot. He times his fingers with his tongue, and itâs no wonder heâs dragging you towards an orgasm at eighty miles per hour.
Itâs no wonder it hits you like a slap to the face when he sucks on your clit hard, and your thighs close around his face as your back arches off the bed, your climax hitting so hard you feel like youâre swimming in the night sky, amongst stars and galaxies and nebulas.
Youâre shaking, thighs trembling, as he milks your orgasm out for so long you think youâll die, but eventually his fingers leave your pulsing walls, and he licks them clean. You watch him, your eyelids heavy with the ecstasy invading your bloodstream, and you feel fucked out, your mind like cotton as he positions himself between your legs.
âHave you had enough?â he asks, teasing your entrance with his cock. âOr do you want me to fuck you?â
You reach for him, fingers grazing his chest and abs. âShit, Kook.â
He grins wickedly. âYeah?â
âYeah,â you repeat. You chuckle lightly, and then you glance around. âI do want you to fuck me,â you whisper, âbut my bed creaks a hell of a lot.â
Jungkook shrugs, picking you up in one swift motion that makes your mind swim even more. The room spins around you as Jungkook carries you off the bed, and then he sits you on the floor. He grabs a bunch of pillows, arranging them in a makeshift bed on the floor, and then he motions at it, a proud smile on his lips.
âVoilĂ ,â he says.
You snort. âYouâll fuck me on this?â
He smirks, picking you up to lie you down on the pillows. Itâs a little unsteady, but when he positions himself between your legs again, you forget all about it.
Even more so as he rubs his dick on your clit, and meteorites erupt in front of your eyes.
âYeah I will,â he says. âUnless you donât want me to?â
You gulp, your throat suddenly dry with arousal, and you nod your head. âFuck me, Kook.â
He doesnât need more to push in, and he sheathes all of himself inside of you. Or at least all that fits, and heâs quick to put a hand over your mouth to keep you from moaning. You bite at his palm, and he startles, moving his hand away.
âThat was mean,â he says, a pout appearing on his swollen lips.
Fuck, you love him so bad.
âSorry,â you apologize.
He narrows his gaze, bending down to steal a quick, gentle kiss on your lips. âNo youâre not,â he says.
âIâm not,â you agree.
He pulls almost all the way out, leaving just an inch of him in. âAnd for that reason, Iâll fuck you until all you remember is my name.â
He pushes all the way in again, and you bite your lip to refrain from crying his name out. It becomes much harder when he starts pounding into you, and soon your room fills with the sound of skin slapping against skin, and of the squelching your pussy makes every time he fucks into you. Itâs clearly loud enough for everyone in the apartment to hear, but faint music is coming from Taehyungâs room, and you know your mother sleeps with foam earplugs in.
You can only hope they donât hear you when you moan Jungkookâs name. He gently rests his hand against your mouth again then, though heâs quick to push a finger in instead. You suck on it, teasing the pad with your tongue, and Jungkook grunts as he jack-hammers you, so much so you fall off the makeshift bed.
You both donât care - you donât even think Jungkook realizes. Heâs too busy rearranging your gut, and youâre too busy trying to not moan like you want to do. Jungkook keeps at it for a while, strands of hair sticking to the sweat on his forehead, but his pace remains unforgiving, a reminder that he has a solid cardio from all the hours he spends at the gym.
Eventually, Jungkook gets bored of the position, and he pulls out. You get a glimpse of his wet dick before he flips you on your stomach, and heâs quick to fuck into you again, the new angle so good you feel like youâre floating somewhere between your body and the ceiling.
His forearm is next to your head, and you hold onto his wrist as he pounds into you. You know heâs nearing his high when his motions grow unfocused, slower, and soon he bends down, grunting against the side of your face as he releases his load deep inside of you, painting you white.
You hold onto him as he comes, circling your hips to prolong his pleasure, up until he stops you with a hand on your waist. He pecks the side of your face, and you turn your head to be able to kiss him properly. It tastes like the sweat thatâs collected on his upper lip, but you donât care. Not when itâs his sweat, and you are so obsessed with him you wish you were under his skin.
âFuck,â he grunts when he pulls away from the kiss.Â
He pecks your cheek again and then straightens to search for something to clean you up with. He reaches for the tissues on the night table, and he takes a bunch of them that he puts against you before he even pulls out.
You both manage to avoid making a mess, and Jungkook lets you go clean up first. You put on his shirt, as itâs long enough to be a dress on you, and then you head to the bathroom, where you take a quick shower. Jungkook goes next, kissing you deeply before leaving your room, and you wait for him under the covers of your bed, your heart still beating wildly from the sex.
As it always does when it comes to sex with Jungkook.
Jungkook comes back about five minutes later, and he slides under the covers with you as youâre on your phone, looking at the conversation with Yoongi.
He still hasnât replied, and though that worries you, you know heâs probably just busy with his own Christmas celebration.
âEverything okay?â Jungkook asks as he molds himself to your back, an arm wrapping around your waist.
You turn on your back, going in for a soft kiss that settles your heartbeat in your chest.Â
âYes,â you reassure him.Â
You glance at your phone again and then switch to the conversation with Hoseok. âI donât know what I should say.â
Jungkook blinks a few times like he needs it to focus on your screen, and then he reads Hoseokâs message. âI meanâŠâ he lets out. âHe seems genuine.â
âI know, but itâs weird no?â
Jungkook purses his lips. âWhy?â
âBecause Iâm with you now,â you explain.
His eyes widen. âOh, is that because of what I said earlier?â
You nod, worrying at some dry skin on your lower lip.
âOh, peach,â he says, and he pecks your forehead. âI really donât mind if you want to reply. I was only teasing earlier.â
You cock an eyebrow, not entirely believing him. He smiles sheepishly, shrugging your shoulders.
âWere you?â
âWellâŠâ he trails off, turning on his back as he looks up at the ceiling. âI was jealous, yes. But as you said, he mostly is Yoongiâs ex. What you guys had hasnât mattered for a really long time.â
Heâs right. Heâs entirely right, and it reassures you, enough so that you donât feel guilty for replying to Hoseok, right before you decide to turn off your phone for the night.
[2:37 am] You: hey merry christmas! no worries:)
You put your phone away, and then you turn to face Jungkook, wrapping your arm around his dainty waist as he wraps his around you, one of his biceps a perfect pillow for your head. You sigh in contentment, knowing that you are right where youâre supposed to be in the world - by Jungkookâs side.Â
Home, wherever he is.
You fall asleep with love in your heart, shining bright on you despite the dark, winter night outside. Â
Monday, December 30th
The restaurant is crowded, lively chatter and clinking utensils filling the atmosphere with the type of life only the holidays can provide. Taehyung sits at the head of the table, a bright smile on his lips as your mother explains to Ariane and Jungkook how you come to this restaurant each year when thereâs a special occasion.
By that, she means your and Taehyungâs birthdays, as you spend hers on the camping trip.
âWe started when you were what?â your mother says, looking at Taehyung. âFourteen?â
âThirteen,â he answers. âWe came with a bunch of friends from middle school, and Y/n was complaining the whole time.â
âI was not,â you say, pouting slightly. âYou were just ignoring me the whole time because I wasnât cool enough.â
âYou really werenât.â Taehyungâs teasing remark earns him a slap on the arm from your mother, and Ariane telling him to shut up. âWhat! She was just obsessed with One Direction, it was annoying.â
âAnd what about it?â Ariane says. âOne Direction was a good group!â
Horror inches into Taehyungâs gaze. âNot you too.â
Ariane rolls her eyes, but then the waitress stops by your table, taking everyoneâs order. An easy conversation follows, your mother telling you about interesting cases she saw at the ER over the last few months. Jungkook looks appalled when she mentions certain of them, his eyes about to bulge out of his head.
âYouâre good?â you let out, patting his thigh reassuringly.Â
âWeâre supposed to eat after sheâs told us all of that?â he asks, his widened gaze sliding to you.
You snort. âYes, we are.â
He sits back in his chair, folding his arms on his chest. âDamn.â You just laugh even more, and he looks at you again. âItâs not funny!â
âIt is,â you insist. âYouâre adorable.â
He glares at you, though his eyes are gleaming with too much amusement for you to believe he means it. âSo are you.â
âRight right,â you say, at the same time as Taehyung fake-gags.Â
âYou guys are disgusting,â your brother says.Â
âAnd you think youâre better?â your mother intervenes. âYou all should listen to him when he calls me and gushes about Ariane.â
Taehyung flushes red as Ariane leans towards your mother. âOh? What does he say?â
âNamely that he thinks youâre the love of his life, and that he wants to marryâŠâ
âStop!â Taehyung interjects. âFuck, mom, this is not necessary.â
Heâs so red he looks like he might pass out, and you canât help but laugh at his expense. âDonât worry, Ari, heâs always been a hopeless romantic.â
âIâm not!â
Ariane laughs, and she rubs his back. âYou are. I love that about you.â
Taehyungâs distressed features turn into a soft smile, and you roll your eyes teasingly.Â
The rest of the dinner goes well, all of you eating your fill. Jungkook finishes your dish when you declare yourself defeated, and you speak with your brother without any animosity for the first time in months.
Itâs relieving, far more than you would admit it. Or perhaps itâs because heâs invited you to the party one of his childhood friends is hosting, which he never did before. You know itâs because Jungkook is his closest friend now, but you still appreciate the invitation, and the party that comes with it.
Taehyungâs always partied the hardest surrounded by his friends, and tonight is no different. Itâs a night of drinking and revelry and bright smiles, loud music to accompany the chatter and drinking games and everything that makes a party a good party. Thereâs a hot tub, and you and Jungkook spend far too long in it accompanied by Ariane, Taehyung and two of his other friends, taking turns rolling in the snow before jumping back into the hot tub.
The stars shine on and on above you all, and though itâs freezing outside you think they might allow you a piece of summer in the winter night.
You head home before Taehyung, walking hand in hand with Jungkook. Youâre both tipsy, even maybe a little drunk, yet it doesnât deter you. Not when the night is beautiful, and you have Jungkook next to you.
âI still canât believe you got me that frame,â Jungkook says as he notices you looking up at the stars, your eyes going over the Orion constellation.
Indeed, you got him a star map of Valentineâs Day last year for Christmas. Itâs beautiful, and Jungkook grew teary-eyed when you gave it to him, telling him that it was a map of the night youâd fallen in love. He promised heâd hang it in his room the second you returned to your apartment, and then he sheepishly gave you your gift.
Your reaction to his gift was⊠much less wholesome than his. You were outraged, telling him that he was crazy to spend so much money on you, and Jungkook just shrugged his shoulders, telling you you deserved it.
You still think heâs crazy. But over the last few days, heâs slowly convinced you that itâs going to be fun, that you truly do deserve the giftâŠ
And who would say no to a trip to Bora Bora?
âIâm sorry,â you let out. âYou fucking bought first-class plane tickets to go to Bora Bora. My gift looks like nothing compared to yours.â
âItâs not nothing!â Jungkook insists. âItâs the most sentimental gift Iâve ever received.â He smiles at you, his big doe eyes swimming with love for you. âItâll forever be my favourite gift.â
You canât help the smile that curves your lips upwards as your heart warms in your chest. âYou deserve it,â you say, and you mean it.
Jungkook deserves every proof that people do love him. That his parents donât know shit when it comes to him - youâll try your best to shower him with all of the love your heart holds, every day of your life with him.
âAnd you deserve the trip,â Jungkook says. âYou always work so hard in college, I just want you to relax for a while.â
âWith you,â you say, eyes glinting with mischief.Â
âObviously.â
He pulls you in, interrupting your walk, and he kisses your forehead softly. Your heart grows even warmer, so much so that you think flowers are blooming in your soul, like a garden bursting into life.
You get home together with him, your mother seemingly fast asleep in her room from the soft snores that come from behind her door. You make your way to your room, and Jungkook plugs in your old fairy lights, even though theyâre so dim now you barely can make out anything.
âThank you,â Jungkook says as he sits on your bed.
You sit next to him, leaning your head on his shoulder. âWhat for?â
âFor everything,â he replies, and he wraps his arms around you to pull you into his chest. âGetting to love you is the most beautiful thing thatâs ever happened to me.âÂ
âOh, JungkookâŠâ you trail off, looking up to see the silver lining his gaze.
âI love you more every day, peach,â he whispers. âItâs⊠itâs a gift.â
You cup his cheek, tilting your head backwards as you pull him down. The kiss is soft, gentle. The kiss is everything that makes Jungkook Jungkook, and you you. Itâs the months of struggle that led to so much beauty, itâs the knowledge that, wherever youâll go in this life, heâll be by your side.
Itâs the knowledge that heâs the one for you, and youâre the one for him.
When you pull away from the kiss, what seems like an eternity later, Jungkook pulls out his phone from his pocket. You watch him curiously as the device lights up his features, and a second later, your room fills with the first chord of Chasing Cars.
Of your song.
âCuddle?â Jungkook asks.
You canât say no to those big, doe eyes, and you lie down with him, your head on his chest.
âYou know,â Jungkook says when the first chorus starts. âEver since you showed me this song, itâs been my favourite.â He pauses, pecks the top of your head. âNot that I didnât know it before. But it makes me think of you now.â
Just like it makes you think of him.
âIt does?â you let out.
You feel him nod more than you see him. âWhen I marry you, I want it to be the song we dance to.â
Your gaze widens, and you prop yourself up on an elbow so that you can look at him. And despite the dim light in your room, despite the blurriness in your gaze from the happy tears he summoned, his beauty shines for you. So bright, a proof that heâs the Sun in your life.
Heâs the astral body you were meant to orbit.
âWhen you marry me?â
His arm tightens around you. âYes, when I marry you.â
You smile, brighter than a summer day. âYouâll be my husband.â
âAnd youâll be my wife.â
You laugh, a crystal clear sound that heals whatever wounds were left from the months apart. From that night Taehyung punched him and kicked him out. From every time you thought that your timing didnât align and that maybe you werenât meant to be in this universe.
But you are. Youâve always been meant to be, havenât you?
âLetâs start by calling each other boyfriend and girlfriend, shall we?â
He pouts. âMâkay, then. Girlfriend.â
Another laugh tumbles from your lips, and you put your head back on his shoulder. He runs a soothing hand on your back, while you trace random shapes on his chest, and you think this is it.
This is a moment that will be forever engraved in your memory, to look back on whenever you have a bad day. A first moment - though itâs hardly the first - of a long line of events that will make up the story of you and Jeon Jungkook.
The song reaches its last chorus, and your heart, beating in sync with Jungkookâs, reaches the nirvana of you and him.
If I lay hereÂ
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me, and just forget the world?
And you think, perhaps your story was already written in between the lines of your favourite song - a story of resilient love, and of promises of forever. Perhaps it was written between the first verse and the chorus, or perhaps it was written in the melody. Itâs hard to tell - you just know itâs become a law of your universe.Â
Now, youâll lie with Jungkook, and maybe youâll even forget the world. Itâll just be him, forever.
And youâll spend the rest of your life chasing cars around his head.
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