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✿ PROMISE? ✿ PART SEVEN.

ʚ♡ɞ 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 ʚ♡ɞ

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: chris x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you’re invited to the pits, which is a summer party that takes place in your hometown. however, you didn’t know what you were walking into.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: ALCOHOL/DRUG CONSUMPTION/SMOKING, swearing

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2,614

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: like stated, this part contains consumption of substances! just warning you as much as possible!

just a refresher, this series tackles some deep stuff. other than that, enjoy :)

y/n.l/n just posted a photo.

y/n.l/n

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user is this actually THE chris sturniolo or is that their long lost quadruplet?

↳ y/n.l/n i don’t kiss and tell🤫

user where tf did you come from😭

↳ y/n.l/n go ask your mom

christophersturniolo what a stud • ‪‪❤︎‬ by author

nicolassturniolo cutie pie • ‪‪❤︎‬ by author

↳ y/n.l/n we NEED to hang out

↳ nicolassturniolo I AM BEGGING

_.paige.m the little girls are going to hate you😭🙏 • ‪‪❤︎‬ by author

user don’t like how jealous i am right now

↳ user GIRL SAME

matthew.sturniolo where’s my invite? • ‪‪❤︎‬ by author

↳ christophersturniolo you’re just my uber bro • ‪‪❤︎‬ by author

↳ matthew.sturniolo 😐

jaiden975 this is insane i thought we hated him😒 • ‪‪❤︎‬ by author

↳ y/n.l/n he said he was sorry☹️

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𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃. 𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 like the good old days whenever you talk to the triplets over facetime calls and group chats. you haven’t spoke to them since last night, but you missed it a lot.

your parents are in the pool while you’re getting ready in your room. when you’re about to throw on a bathing suit, you get an incoming call from paige. you answer, putting the phone on speaker and placing it on your desk. “hello?”

“i have something to tell you,” she says.

you raise a brow from the suddenness. “are you pregnant?”

“over my dead fucking body.” she scowls, rustling being heard on the other end. “there’s something called the pits happening tonight. are you down to go? finn and i are, and i’ll call claudia and jaiden after i’m done with you.”

clipping the top to your bikini, you look in the mirror before answering. “what the hell are the pits?”

“it’s where rebellious delinquents like we drink, smoke, and do other shit in this big-ass field. it’s an annual thing that happens in the summer.”

delinquents is a stretch, but you decide not to say it out loud. the thought of alcohol and weed catches your attention, but you still need more pieces on whatever this is. you’re not going to ask though; you’ll keep on keeping on like you always do. “sure, i’ll go.”

paige cheers and claps her hands. “awesome! i’ll text you more details. the only thing i can tell you right now is that finn will be driving all of us since he has the biggest car. i’ll talk to you later.” she explains, hanging up the phone.

after putting on your bathing suit cover and grab a towel, you approach the back deck to see your mom sitting in the pool with a white claw in her hand. your dad is at the mini bar mixing up whatever drinks he can think of, your chihuahua chichi — named by five-year-old you — prances around like she owns the joint.

of course, you’ll be heading toward the hot tub that is cozy in the corner of your backyard. the happiest place on earth, in your opinion.

“good morning!” you beam, making your way down the porch steps.

“mornin’!” your dad exclaims, taking a sip of his beverage. you place the towel down on one of the chairs next to the hot tub. with a hair tie on your wrist, you put your hair up into a high ponytail before placing yourself into the heaven of bubbles. you sit on one of the built-in seats, enjoying every second of what is surrounding you.

“how did i know you were going into the hot tub?” your mom asks sarcastically. you give her a warm smile, leaning back to absorb the warmness. your relaxation is soon rudely interrupted by a vibration from your phone. groaning, you check the notification.

paige😜‼️

jaiden and claudia are in too

we’ll pick you up at 7ish

be ready for one hell of a night ;)

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𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍 is heard outside as you rush to put in your earrings. “mom, i’ll be back later!” you shout from the top of the stairs.

you start to run down them, but you get stopped by a figure. “wait, wait, wait, wait!” your mom says rapidly when you look up at her face.

“mom, i need to go. my friends are outside.”

“where are you going?” she asks, eyeing you up and down with her arms crossed. “who are you going with? the triplets?”

“no, not tonight. i’m going out with jaiden, claudia, and paige.”

“okay. but, where?” she stares at you for a beat. she is not letting you out of this until you tell her. see, your mom isn’t one to be strict and on top of you at all times, but whenever you go out late, she worries. the thing is, she’ll bury you six feet under if you tell her the truth. “i’m not sure yet. for now, we’re going to drive around. maybe go to some stores or get some food.”

“okay.” she sighs, more in a relief. “have fun, sweetie.”

another beep comes from the car as you shut the door, waving the group in the vehicle off to indicate that you are coming. you jog down the stairs and make your way into the backseat. as your friend said, finn is driving with paige right next to him. claudia is in the middle, meaning that you and jaiden are by the windows. “sorry. my mom was asking me a bazillion questions.” you explain as finn starts going 40 on a 20.

“are you prepared for the best night of your life? this is my favorite part of the summer.” paige says, turning her head towards you.

“sure, I’m beyond thrilled; but how come this is all of a sudden an annual thing and i’ve never heard of it?”

she shrugs. “okay, maybe this is the first time, but it’s going to be an annual thing.” she mumbles, a snicker tickling your throat. “and maybe you’ll meet a boy. who knows?” she says, wiggling her eyebrows.

the place is already filled with people when you arrive. it looks like the age gaps went from high schoolers to people in their mid-twenties.

finn parks the car in the gravel parking lot that was split by a huge fence around the field. some people are in the parking lot, sitting on the hood of the cars doing all sorts of drugs, or making out against them. in the middle of the fence is a wide-open gate. you all get out of the car, paige zooming towards the wide opening. “paige! seriously?” finn shouts, sprinting to catch up with his girlfriend. claudia and jaiden link arms and sashay to the entrance. you stand back for a moment before finally getting the motivation to follow them. you’ve been to multiple parties, but this one is beyond any function you’ve been to.

the voices of at least a hundred people get louder the closer you get. there is a whole-ass DJ booth on one end, rainbow light illuminating it. the dance floor had a handful of people on it — the dance floor in question is a patch of dirt. you get a glimpse at the multiple ‘NO TRESPASSING’ signs around the place.

“y/n, y/n!” a voice shouts from behind you. you turn to see who it is. “i didn’t mean to book it like that. i was grabbing a drink.” paige explains, holding a whole glass of alcohol. “come here.”

before you can get a say in anything, she grabs your wrist and drags you through the dancers to a less crowded area. there are giant rocks stacked on top of each other with a rigid-looking table in front of them. the rest of the group is sitting on the rocks with their beverages and other things. there are other partygoers there, too, but you have no idea who they are. glass bottles of different types of alcohol are scattered on the grass next to the beat-up piece of furniture. the closer you get to it, the more you realize what’s on it: cocaine, weed, and bongs.

oh, shit.

“this is where the cool people are at,” finn announces, extending his arms as if he’s stretching. “pick your poison.”

you kneel to the liquids and pick up the bottle of smirnoff. “you want a cup?” he asks, holding out a red solo cup for you.

giving him a face, you shake your head. “i’m not a pussy.”

finn smirks and looks at paige. “she’s cool. i like her.”

moments later, you are all bent over the table inhaling the white powder into your nostrils. the glass of smirnoff is already half empty; alcohol slowly starting to affect all of you. claudia passes over the bong, the large group howling with laughter at god knows what. you take a deep hit, blow it out, cross your arms on the table, and rest your head on them. this feels fantastic.

with your eyes half closed, you manage to make out two figures that stand out to you from afar. one of them is way taller than the other. they are walking and talking simultaneously, becoming closer to where you’re seated. you pick up your head and tilt it, trying to examine them more before they come into the tiny illuminating light from a streetlight. you look at the others, who are either still ingesting things or in their conversations. the two boys lean on the rocks next to you, and your vision makes you see more clearly.

the tall one catches your attention first. he has piercing blue eyes and brunette hair that isn’t too short or too long. you can see his cheekbones so clearly. you can’t explain it, but his face is so… perfect. high or not, he is by far the prettiest boy you’ve ever seen.

on the other hand, the one standing next to him is a few inches shorter. he has black curly hair that covers the lids of his brown eyes. both of them look like complete opposites. tall boy is cleaned up nicely and shortie is more on the IDGAF edgy side.

now that you think about it, they both look oddly familiar. maybe you’ve seen them on one of your summer walks, but that still doesn’t make sense to you. you stumble to your feet with a groan. “i’m going to try and find a bathroom.” you slur to nobody in particular.

you’re walking past the boys when one of them gasps. “no fucking way. y/n?”

dizzy, you look at them and stop in your tracks at the mention of your name. it feels like the drugs and alcohol you consumed have left your body. no wonder he was the prettiest boy you’ve ever seen. the one and only kevin butler is standing in front of you.

the kevin butler you had a crush on from middle school to freshman year.

the kevin butler you embarrassingly wrote about in your journal all those years ago.

next to him is this kid named elias. he went to high school with you, but you don’t recall talking to him much. you’ve only seen him in the halls and at parties. “i can’t believe it’s actually you.” elias says.

“huh?” that is all you can get out.

“you’ve been quiet after high school. i thought you lowkey died,” elias says smugly, the dimples from his smile decorating his cheeks.

“cut it, wright.” kevin hisses, smacking his friend on the chest.

“um, yeah.” you scratch the back of your neck. “what are you guys doing here?”

kevin shrugs. “we got invited. i didn’t want to come, but this guy forced me into it, and i’m glad that he did.”

his eyes dart down your body. the world is more beautiful with him in it. you forgot how gorgeous he is.

elias takes a box of cigarettes out of his back pocket, places one in his mouth, and lights it. he guides the box towards you and you take one. putting it in your mouth, you lean forward for him to ignite the small flame from the lighter. you puff out the smoke and sigh. “so, uh, how have you been?”

“living the dream.” kevin says, which is the most cliche response to that question. “working, pretty much. nothing too crazy.”

you pinch the bridge of your nose with a sniffle. “well, it was great to see you again. i need to go to the bathroom. sorry to cut this short.” you quickly — but carefully — walk in the opposite direction. you nibble on your bottom lip, flustered at what just happened.

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𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 in a circle. you are in the same area as before, but this time on the ground. jaiden and claudia are giggling about something, finn and paige are whispering to each other, and you sit in silence with your knees to your chest.

you’re too out of it to do anything.

“we’ll be right back,” paige says, she and finn getting up with their hands interlocked.

“where are you going?” you stammer, looking at them with your bloodshot eyes.

“the car.” finn winks. paige giggles before they quickly jog away.

jaiden’s phone gets a message shortly after. “my brother is here.” she tells claudia and then looks at you. “we would leave with you guys but my mom will kill me if i don’t get home soon.”

“It’s fine,” you mutter. both of them leave, just like paige and finn. is it fine? you’re honestly not sure. you feel so euphoric, but also like shit at the same time.

and here you sit, alone at a place you don’t know. you are having fun, but you need to escape. your head is pounding to the point where you can’t think, and beyond that, you’re exhausted. you’re surprised you can find the contact in your phone from the state you’re in. after a few rings, they pick up. “hello?”

“matt?” you grumble.

“yeah? are you okay?” he asks with concern. “you don’t sound like you’re home. where are you?”

“big ass field, that’s where.” you slur.

“the pits was tonight, wasn’t it?” you can hear scurrying on the other end, keys clinking together. “okay. i’ll be there in a few minutes. stay put, please. i’ll text you when i’m there.”

“mhm.” you hum. matt ends the call, and you lean your head back on the rocks as if it is the most comfortable pillow on the planet.

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matthew🫠

i’m here

i would go in to try and find you but i’m too scared

gaining balance from grabbing onto a surface, you manage to stand up. the music is obnoxiously loud as you stumble down the pathway to the entrance. you see the minivan's headlights in the distance with matt leaning against the driver's side. “matt,” you mumble.

you’re surprised he hears you since his head perks up from the device to look in your direction. “jesus, y/n.” he whispers, jogging over to be at your aid. he wraps his arm around your waist to help you get to the car.

matt leans over your body to fasten your seatbelt. he closes your door, going around the front of the van to get in on his side. he starts the car, but instead of driving, he looks at you. “are you going home?”

you curse under your breath, followed by a facepalm. your mom will kill you if she sees you like this. “you know what,” matt starts, changing the gear to drive. “you can stay with us for the night.”

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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tarjapearce · 1 year

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Can we get a little story or something of how would Miguel take care of pregnant mama? Like I KNOW he would do the most and go the extra mile. But can we get it in your words?

Pregnancy Cares With Miguel ~ ✨

Warning: Pure fluff and a mild squeeze of nsfw.

Let's meet this weekend. MJ and I found this new place. And the hamburgers? God. 🤌🏻🤌🏻. They have these amazing artisanal beer.

You pouted at the screen. You wanted to go for a burger, but for some reason, you retched at the smell of beef. It was a big no for you. Plus you couldn't drink, for obvious reasons.

I need an outing so badly. Need a drink, work is getting so stressful. This weekend or the next one?

Jessica replied as MJ sent a ':) ' emoji on the group chat.

Can't go :(

What? Why tf no? You've been telling me you need a break. 😐

🤰

Miguel had sent the emoji and you rolled your eyes

I WAS SUPPOSED TO TELL THEM MIGUEL!!!

Wait... Fr?! 😱

OMG ❤️

MJ texted as the rest appeared as typing.

OMG Imma be an auntie!!?? 😳

Boy or Girl?

We don't know yet

You don't know 👀

Stop. Playing.

🤭🤭

SPILL OUT THE BEANS 🙄

Peter had sent a nervous gif and you cackled.

You'll find out tomorrow 😊

I swear if you don't tell

😏😏 What's gonna happen?

Guys... Im pretty sure these sort of things got you in the current situation you're in, can you not do this in the chat please?

MJ just sent a 🤭 emoji.

Fine, woosies. It's a girl. ❤️❤️💖

SHUT UP 🥹🥹

MJ sent another gif exploding in hearts

Congrats on both 🎉🎉

Miguel remained quiet. You pouted.

What you didn't know is that when he came home, he'd get you a lovely bouquet of tulips and some pickles. He'd just pulled your grumpy self into a tight loving hug as he kissed your temple repeatedly until your mood vanished.

"A girl? Really? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Cause the doctor just sent me the results! And you ruined the surprise. I wanted to tell them in a different way!"

"Yeah, yeah. It's a girl! You know what that means?"

"That I'm gonna get so fat?"

"No, mensa. And even if you did, I'd still hit that." (Dummy)

"Not funny" Your cheeks flushed softly as he chuckled.

"Means that we can finally paint her room"

Your eyes swelled up in tears upon hearing him speak so softly and lovingly. He was excited. You could tell by the little flush in his ears.

"Shopping day tomorrow?"

"Ps obvio" (Obviously )

You giggled.

.----

Ever since you told Miguel you both were expecting a girl, it was like a switch turned in him.

He'd cuddle you with such care, he'd think you'd break. Wich was annoying to you since you missed sleeping ontop of him.

And when the cravings started? Dios mío.

"M-Miguel" You'd whimper as you wiped your eyes. He'd startle and instantly go in alert mode.

"¿Qué pasó? ¿Tas bien?" (What's wrong? You ok?)

You hiccuped and weeped "We have no pickles."

He'd stare at you, trying to process the correct emotion to feel in this situation.

"You're crying cause we don't... have pickles"

"Don't be mean!"

You'd hit him softly with a pillow and curled back to your bed.

"Ok, ok, Don't cry? I'll go to the... the store. Be right back."

"Can I have Nutella too?"

"Uh, sure."

Drowsy eyes looked at the clock. 2 am. On another time, he'd surely would ignore the senseless petition and talk to go back to sleep. But how could he do that when you were pregnant? He was an ass sometimes, but with a pregnant you? Never.

He went to the store, to his dismay there was only two small pickle jars, and they were inside a lady's basket.

... Puta madre...

Why was everyone suddenly in the crave for pickles?

He didn't have to elaborate much and explained the lady. She just laughed it off and kindly surrendered them to him.

"Cravings? Oh boy. You better buy her the three jar packs. And avoid wearing too strong colognes infront of her! It might get her queasy."

"Thanks" With a polite smile he paid for the pickles and went home.

You were waiting for him, teary eyed and pouty. He opened the jar of pickles for you and stared at you with awe and a mild disgust as you dipped one of the pickles inside the Nutella and scarfed the veggie down with such hunger it made you cry again.

"Its so good."

His shoulders slumped with a sigh and wiped your chin.

"You're such a weirdo."

"Want some?"

"No, thanks. Keep eating"

"But I'll get fat"

"It's normal to gain weight during pregnancy."

"You'd love me if I was chubbier right?"

"Yes. I would. Eat your... thing."

He'd chuckle watch you eat until you were satisfied. three pickles in total with half the bottle of Nutella.

The next day he got you a small pack of pickles and two big bottles of that sweet spread to then rub your feet.

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As time went on and your belly grew, the doctor appointments never got skipped or missed. He was there making sure everything was in order. His big hand hugging yours in a secure embrace as you got your ultrasounds. Everything was going perfectly.

The most dangerous months had passed and he allowed to breathe a bit more.

He had refused when you told him you wanted to work from home. Even if it was home office.

"No. It can lead you to stress out. And that will stress the baby out. Something can happen and no. Let me handle it."

"Stop being paranoid, I'll be fine! I just... don't like sitting all day or sleeping. I need to do something. And you didn't let me do much in the baby's room either!"

"Mi amor. You need to rest. I know you don't like it. But you need to."

"Could you at least get me an exercise ball?"

"Sure. Just don't-"

"Ay ya, Miguel! Ni que fuera a romperme!" (Stop it. I'm not gonna break!)

you whined

"I worry, mi reina."

"I know, and I appreciate it, but I gotta do something around!"

"Just promise me you'll go easy, ok?"

"Fine."

You kissed his cheek and cuddled him, the heat he provided felt heavenly against your back. You had started to waddle and to your dismay a new nickname was born. You were his Pingüinita. (Little penguin)

On the six month mark, you'd toss and turn on bed, feeling either too hot or cold. One moment you were snuggled against him, for the next to remove your clothes and lay naked next to him.

One particular night you felt suffocating. Summer was rampant and you woke up in tears at the oppressing heat.

He'd wake up no long after and filled in the bathtub with the right kind of water. Sweat and hormones raging on your body. Despite sleepiness clinging to him, he'd help you to the tub and bathe you.

Big and gentle hands massaged your wet scalp to then massage your shoulders and lower back. He splashed your body with water and kissed your temple carefully.

"Feel better? "

"Great, thank you, mi amor."

He'd smile lazily and remained there with you, almost falling asleep again in the bathroom until you were ready to leave to sleep.

- - -

He'd buy you long and cotton nightgowns. They were breathable and made everything a bit more comfortable for you, along some essential vitamins. And a hammock for the porch. He'd find you sleeping often in there.

Whenever you went out with the rest he'd make sure that none ordered meat. You still were sensitive to the smell, despite Peter longing for a burger.

Miguel would bathe with you to help you wash your back. But it was just an excuse to touch you and feel you. He'd be as gentle as he could with you. It turned him on to see you swelling with his child. Even brought out things he didn't know was into. Like, a lactation kink. And eat you out despite your protests of not being able to see him.

He was absolutely moonstruck with you. And when the time for you to deliver his baby finally came. He tried to remain strong and collected, despite his hands trembling like an earthquake. He kept an eye on you like a hawk, always looming around you.

He couldn't help but melt when Gabriella's cries echoed loud and healthy on the room.

He kissed you with such pride in his eyes that you'd think he was about to cry.

He knew his life with you had just started, and he was glad he had chosen you. Happy and grateful even. You just made him a dad of a wonderful little girl that instantly quieted down when he held her in his arms. One of the nurses snapped a picture of him holding and cooing Gabi as you got a well deserved nap.

Despite him not being a texter, he sent the picture of Gabi to the group chat.

OMG! Congratulations! she's so beautiful! 😊

I wanna cry so badly right now. She's gorgeous 🎉🎉

I'm an uncle now. :') So proud of you, Miguel.

Thanks

When can we see her?

Lemme ask Pingüinita and I'll let you know.

🐧?

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chrolloluvr · 7 months

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May I request Mammon angst HCs please? Like the reader is possibly breaking up with him or something? (i love your HCs for mammon<3)

Mammon Breaking Up Hcs

note: Thank you i'm so glad you like them pookie!! also yes i love this idea ❤️❤️

warnings: Cursing, creepy behavior, unbalanced power dynamic, killing. Not proofread!

Female!Reader, (no specific gender, so can be GenderNeutral!Reader)

It would be best to tell him over text, since he is guaranteed to throw a toddler like temper tantrum if you ever told him in person.

So you text him over text, what happens? He 100% thinks you're joking at first. He thinks you aren't being serious at all, and that wow babe, you might even be a bigger clown than I am.

But when he realized that you were being serious, he gets angry. How dare you? Why would you ever break up with him? He is the king of greed, he has trillions of dollars in the bank, so why don't you want to stay by his side? Did he do something? Did he hurt you? What happened? Baby, we can sort this out-

In a way, still doesn't think you are being serious, which is what he tries to tell himself. So he will let you leave, and will act like he doesn't need you.

Another author said this already, but he will 100% go through the stages of grief, (he will never go through acceptance, because in his mind, you will always come crawling back to him.)

He will be in denial for a very long time. Let's say you move out, and even start residing in another ring. He will send you texts. All. The. Time.

Your phone will mods likely have 103 Missed Calls, 986 Messages, and 37 Voicemails. He is crazy, and especially crazy for you. So when you don't respond to him, he does not understand why. He likes to think that you were just going on vacation for a while. He genuinely thinks you two are still together.

Anger- Once he sees that you have indeed moved on, and that he is no longer living in fantasy land, he gets extremely angry. His general mood spikes, he lashes out (wayyy more than he used to), and a-lot of his servants are scared to talk to him. Will absolutely keep bombarding you with texts every day. He will even get his servants to start texting you on his 100's of extra HellPhones.

Mamm 🕸️💚 11:34

Come hone ygu little cungt

Mamm 🕸️💚 11:35

ANSWERF ME.

Mamm 🕸️💚 11:35

Do ygu knoe how easily i can replaece yu

Mamm🕸️💚 11:36

Fine go shack uo with sorm dirty hoboes you little slut

Mamm 🕸️💚 11:36

I dont kneed u and youir mediocar holes

So yeah... thats just one example. He has so many spelling mistakes because he is typing so fast, and practically brekaing his phone from how angry he is.

But in reality he does need you. You are. the one thing that keeps him running. However he will never, over his dead body, ever admit that.

Bargaining- He will send things to your... new home... in gift baskets. Fizzarolli plushies, flowers, tickets to his live events, expensive jewelry, the list goes on. It gets to a point where (if you live in an apartment complex) People start stealing his gifts and start putting them up online to sell. (And they go for 10s of thousands of dollars.)

He send these to you so that you can hopefully come crawling back into his life, so that he can control you again.

At this point, you have most likely made it public about your distance between you and the sin. Your relationship was extremely public, and known by everybody.

He refuses to speak publicly, because he wants people to think he still controls you. And when i say your relationship was big, it was definitely the most talked about relationship in all of Hell. People will go nuts about you two breaking up. Another author said this as well, but people will go crazy with the comments.

"L Mammon fumbled so bad its actually wild."

"Bros got plenty other options 💀"

"Why tf would she/they break up w/ HIM???🤰"

"Now that hes single I call dibs 🙌"

You try your best to ignore the comments, but eventually you cant, its not just online, but in real life you feel cornered as well. You might even start to reconsider your departure with him. Which is exactly where he wants you.

Depression- He spirals into somewhat of an insecure man. He strives to be better. He ups his game for his big pageants, soon to be bigger, just to impress you.

He maaaay or may not have killed people in your favor. This is known, obviously, but his obsession along with his newfound insecurity has left him no choice but to show that if you dont want to come home, he will show you its safer than anywhere else.

Overall, if you do end up coming back to him, he is overjoyed with happiness, and will take extra precautions to ensure you wont ever walk out on him and his warm embrace again.

However if you end up never wanting anything to do with him, he will be devastated, but he will force himself to get over it. He is Mammon, he truly does not need you. In reality, you were somebody he felt an unexplainable feeling to protect. He absolutely can live without you, but for some reason, he feels like he cant. If somebody were to ever bring you up, he would lash out, and make his anger everybody's problem. He may get over you after a while, but he will never fully accept the fact that you left him.

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HIII I LOVEE YOU SOO MUCH!!! Can you please writr something for mark estapa? Thank you

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pairing: mark estepa x actress!reader

summary: After your new movie was finished. You decided now would be the best time to fly out and see your lovely Boyfriend Mark. While neither of you openly posted your relationship you didn't hid it either. The boys however never believed Mark when he opened up about dating the Y/n Y/l/n.

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yourusername Bye LA, I have someone special to see <3

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florencepugh I'm gonna miss you :(

yourusername I'll be back soon!! promise

markestepa MY GIRL IS COMING TO MICHIGAN

lukehughes bro this is embarassing.

ethanedwards your actually delusional its kinda scary

dylanduker this is sad

jackhughes he's still keeping up with this shit?

lukehughes its getting worse dude

markestepa SHE'S LITERALLY MY GF @yourusername please help me

yourusername do I know you?

lukehughes this just got even more embarassing...

dylanduker her responding might make him even more delulu.

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lukehughes HOLY SHIT

markestepa HA

dylanduker HE'S NOT DELUSIONAL

yourusernmae no he still kinda is lols

ethanedwards WTF HOW DID HE PULL HER

markestepa That I don't know

rutgermcgroaty I AM IN DISBELIEF

lucafantilli HOLY BALLS

maki.samo WHAT THE ACTUALLY SHIT

adamfantilli HOW. HOW. HOW.

yourusername he's so boyfriend thats how

markestepa that makes no sense but so much sense at the same time.

rutgermcgroaty Teach me your ways pleeassssseeee

markestepa I got you bro

jackhughes literally how @trevorzegras he pulled your celebrity crush...

trevorzegras HOW TF

yourusername I love you, Mark <3

#mark estapa #mark estepa x reader #mark estapa x reader #mark estapa imagine #mark estapa blurb #mark estapa fic #mark estapa smut

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tonyspank · 1 year

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LOST IN THE FIRE

black!singer!reader x jenna ortega (they/them pronouns, but there’s mentions of them having a pp, lol)

warnings: fluff and a tiny bit of angst i guess, my poor attempts at humor again, social media w a bit of irl

a/n: i’ve always wanted to do a social media book. so this is just something fun i came up with, i hope you enjoy :) it’s also a way i can put u guys onto my fav songs 🤭

faceclaim: khalil beth

Is Percy Hynes White Dating Jenna Ortega?

Jenna and Percy have yet to confirm or deny dating rumors, but they have posted many cute cast photos of one another on Instagram. On top of that, Jenna took Percy as her plus one date for the 2023 Golden Globes — and they're set to star in a movie together!

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3 talented artists + jack lani - kehlani jackie - jack tae - matteo

lani Y/N sweetie..

jackie 🙁

tae what'd i miss??

jackie Y/N's fav ex is dating an ugly man 🥺

tae JENNA? NAHH

tae let's hope she leave him too 🤞

tae she'll miss the bbc 🥲

lani omg wdf 😭😭

you ...

jackie now the dots was a lil dramatic

lani JACK 😭😭

you jack stfu before i shave ur beard

tae got his ass

lani LMFAOO

jackie 🤐

tae ok ok but Y/N how are u rn?

lani frr like talk to us

you wdym?

you we broke up why would i be bothered

jackie

🤨

tae 💀💀

lani i've never met anyone who still likes their exes posts

you it's called being mature

you i am able to support her regardless of what happened

tae it's called being delusional

jackie laughed at "it's called being delusional"

jackie i have an idea

jackie

tae fam what is ur camera roll? 💀

lani what's ur idea jack

jackie i'm gonna ask demi for an invite to the scream 6 premiere

jackie then me and Y/N gon jump percy in front of jenna right

lani

side-eye…

jackie and then jenna gon be like

jackie oh my god not my mans getting his ass beat by my ex & their bsf tf

you please stfu 🙏

jackie bro

jackie i'm tryna help you save ur gf from a guy who looks like the definition of pervert

tae laughed at "i'm tryna help you safe ur gf from a guy who looks like the definition of pervert"

lani 😭😭😭😭

lani i can't breathe

you it's literally just a rumor that they're dating tho

you & i'm not going to the premiere

jackie mhm

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screammovies You, of course. 🔪🩸 > y/nhart can we kiss?

jackharlow what did you say in the group chat? > y/nhart that jack harlow is a flop 🤫

user15 bro doing everything but dropping an album 💀 > user1 ong. right my wrongs ep was amazing but it's been 8 months 😭

mrmatteo where was my invite? > y/nhart drop a song then let's talk > user3 what a hypocrite 💀

user8 bite me

kehlani you could never be ghostface > screammovies Its always someone you know. 👻🔪🩸

user11 GO TO THE STUDIO

user992 i have $1,000 frank will drop before this mf

user90 MORE JENNA AND Y/N CONTENT??? > user78 i missed them :')

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Your eyes were starting to water due to the number of flashes from the cameras that were going off around you. The bright lights made it difficult to keep your eyes open, but you knew that this was just part of being in the spotlight.

Jack places a hand on your arm, slightly shoving you towards the exit. You ignore the yells of your name and continue to make your way off the carpet.

Your bodyguard, who had been standing nearby, steps in to create a path through the crowd, shielding you and Jack from the relentless paparazzi.

"Did you talk to Jenna?" Jack asks, leaning close enough for his voice to be heard.

You send the bearded man a glare, shaking your head. "No. I don't even think she's walked the carpet yet."

Jack raises an eyebrow before turning his head to the carpet, which is still filled with celebrities and flashing cameras.

He scans the area, searching for any sign of Jenna among the chaos. He then turns back to you with a smirk on his lips. "I think you're just ducking her."

You roll your eyes at Jack's teasing remark.

"Please, like I have time to play hide and seek with Jenna. I'm just trying to avoid the relentless paparazzi."

You gesture towards the swarm of photographers jostling for the perfect shot.

Jack hums, his smile widening. A thought clicks into his head, causing his smile to drop.

"Oh, yeah! I talked to Melissa, and she is fine as fuck."

You thin out your lips. Jack probably didn't know she was married.

"I'll tell her husband you said that."

"You know what they say. Don't let your husband distract you from finding the love of your life."

You chuckle at his joke.

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"May I say you look amazing tonight?" The interviewer states, smiling as they admire your appearance.

You smile, bringing your hands together to calm yourself before responding.

"Thank you so much."

"Are you a big fan of the Scream franchise?" The interviewer asks, moving their microphone closer.

You nod, your eyes lighting up with excitement.

"Absolutely! Ghostface is such an iconic character, and I love the twists that they put in the movie. It just always keeps you on your toes."

The interviewer chuckles, sharing your enthusiasm. "I completely agree! The Scream franchise has definitely left a lasting impact on the horror genre with its clever storytelling and memorable characters. Speaking of memorable characters, whose is your favorite?"

You pause for a moment, looking up at the sky as you bite down on your lip.

"Uhh... It's hard to choose just one, but if I had to pick, I would say Roman Bridger. I didn't suspect him at all, and his reveal as the mastermind behind everything in Scream 3 was a total shock. Plus, Scott Foley's performance was absolutely chilling."

The interviewer nods, appreciating your choice. "I couldn't agree more. He's surely one to remember."

You nod again, smiling. "For sure. I've always wanted to play Ghostface. Taking off the mask and revealing your plan must be so fun."

The interviewer laughs and says, "I'm sure you'd do great."

Before you could respond with a thank you, the interviewer speaks up.

"Jenna! It's so nice to see you." You turn to see Jenna, your heart dropping at the sight of her.

You force a tight-lipped smile at the brunette. "Hey Jenna, long time no see," you say, trying to sound casual.

Deep down, you can't help but wonder if she still thinks about you.

Jenna returns the smile. "Yeah, it's been a while," she replies softly.

Memories of your past together flood your mind, and you can't help but wonder if there's still a chance for reconciliation.

"You guys are so stunning, I can't even!" The interviewer gushes, snapping you out of your thoughts.

Jenna chuckles, her eyes meeting yours briefly before she turns her attention back to the interviewer.

"Jenna, I've gotta ask. Are you a fan of Y/N's music?" Jenna nods her head, glancing at you again before answering.

"I am. They're very talented musically, and I'm waiting for another album."

You try to fight back a smile, but it fails miserably. The interviewer notices your failed attempt to hide your smile and chuckles.

"Seems like there's mutual admiration here," they remark, noticing the subtle connection between you and Jenna.

You tilt your head, shrugging a bit. "I guess you could say that. Jenna's very talented herself, both musically and in acting."

Jenna feels the butterflies in her stomach erupt as you compliment her.

She's missed you, and she wants nothing more than to reconnect with you. She blushes slightly and responds, "Thank you."

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You walk over to Jenna, interrupting her conversation with Percy. "Jenna."

Jenna turns towards you, a surprised expression on her face as she pauses mid-sentence.

"Come home with me?"

Jenna's eyes widen as she processes your unexpected request, leaving her momentarily speechless.

After a brief moment of hesitation, she nods slowly, her curiosity piqued. "Sure, why not? Let's go."

Percy furrows his eyebrows, watching you and Jenna walk off together.

When you arrive home, you take off your jacket and help Jenna with hers.

Jenna mumbles a thank you before making herself comfortable on the couch.

She looks around the unfamiliar surroundings, seeing as you've changed a few things since the last time she was there.

Jenna's eyes linger on a Polaroid of you and her, capturing a happy memory from months ago. Of course, Jenna still loved you, but was she ready to take the risk of getting hurt again?

She couldn't bear the fact that things might not work out between you two, causing more heartbreak.

Fame had always been a double-edged sword for Jenna. While it had brought her success and recognition, it also came with constant scrutiny and pressure.

It's what ruined you two. Jenna being constantly busy due to acting and you constantly being busy due to singing made it difficult for you both to find quality time together.

Despite the love that still existed between you, the demands of your respective careers created a growing distance that neither of you knew how to bridge.

You walk into the living room, two glasses of wine in your hand. "Actually," Jenna speaks up, and you raise your eyebrows in anticipation.

She continues, "Could we sit on your balcony?"

You nod, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Of course," you say, leading the way to the balcony.

As you settle into the comfortable chairs, the city lights twinkling below, Jenna takes a deep breath and says, "I miss moments like this, just being together without any distractions."

You take a sip of your wine, pausing to savor the flavor before responding. "Me too," you say, gazing out at the night sky.

"I missed you."

Jenna's eyes soften, and she reaches over to gently touch your lap. "I missed you too," she whispers.

"I hope you know that I'm not dating Percy."

"I know," you reply, a small smile forming on your lips. "I knew you wouldn't downgrade like that."

Jenna chuckles softly, her dimples beginning to show. "That's hilarious."

A silence falls over the two of you.

"I couldn't imagine being with anyone other than you," you snap your head towards her, your heart swelling with love at words.

She always knew the right thing to say.

"You're the only one who truly understands me, Y/N." Jenna's eyes meet yours, her brown pupils glistening in the moonlight.

"I can't find myself being vulnerable or trusting with anyone else." She finishes off, breaking away from your gaze.

You don't say anything, you just place your hand over top of hers, which was resting on your lap.

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y/nhart 12...??...23...lost in the fire...earned it...all mine...confident...all mine...oui...greece...get me...kiss land...for free

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meltdown...i'd do anything to make you smile...boyfriend,girlfriend...rambo...let em'know

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user12 OMFG BRUH

user99 AOTY

jackharlow deluxe 🔜

bnyx 👨‍🍳🔥🎶

theweeknd 🫡

user77 couldve had better feats tbh > user880 STFU

djkhaled 🔥🔥🔥 WE'LL NEVER STOP 🛑!!!

>user14 TELL EM BRING OUT THE ALBUM ALREADY

user67 i'm about to cry.

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y/nsrealwife i stand by what i said

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user11 unknown? it's jenna😭 > y/nrealwife me when i'm delusional

user45 there's no misses on the album + they ate down in the deluxe > user89 came in my pants when they came on the track w that "t-time, t-time, t-time.."

user66 can we talk abt for free? bro had like 10 viagra pills before pulling up to the studio > user77 💀💀💀

jackharlowsbeard kehlani & jack on the album made me so happy.

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y/nhart mega christmas dump 🎄@jennaortega @jackharlow @mrmatteo @kehlani

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Ony x black!f!reader

Sooo basicallyyyy fem reader who lowkey strong asf get jealous but like she little bitty like literally 5’1 while ony a whopping 6,4 everytime YALL argue you give him some rough bruises then y’all fuck it out

Warnings: nsfw! P in V, jealousy, toxic relationship, idk what else tbh

You and Ony were cuddling on the couch watching “missing” for like the 100th time, he half sleep half woke and his phone started dingin’ at first you didn’t really pay attention. But then it started getting constant so you picked up his phone and put his passcode in to see messages from instagram? but you was pretty sure you told him to delete that shit!

Next thing you know you scrolling through some texts from a bitch named “Ri’hna” it’s like they were texting non-stop yk damn well he aint drop sum off for her ONE time you was finna wake his ass up and slap him in his shit but something told you too see what this bitch look like so you know who you finna beat tf up.

after about like 35-40ish minutes of checking her socials (off of his phone) the bitch texted talkin’ bout’ sum “mmm why you looking at my page sm?? You obsessed aint you 👅👅?” First of all, the bitch was ugly asf and built sloppy second of all, the bitch knew he had a girl! Thats what made you aggressively wake up ony.

“Hmm..? What ma-“ he said sluggishly and he was tired but once a hard ass slap hit him across his face he woke up right away “y/n what the fuck?!” He said like he didnt know what was going on (he didnt) “now who tf is ri’hna?” You said calmly but in a minute you was finna go off “what is you talkin’ bout?!” Ony looked at you with a confused faced then you punch him in his nose, “nigga stop playing dumb with me” you said tryna keep yourself from hitting him again “y/n you ain’t gon keep hitting’ me!” “NIGGA JUST ANSWER MY QUESTION” you said finally gettin loud after that Yall started fighting not just yelling but fist fighting

Ony ended up spendin’ the night at armin and his girls house (your friend) “damnnn she fucked yo shit up!” Armin said feeling bad Ony had a couple bruises over his face nd a somewhat black eye “what did you do fa ha do dat?” F/n had asked with a concerned look, “ion even fuckin know! She just started asking me who Ri’hna is..” “well who is she” f/n had asked “she a regular drop off but she got a crush on Ony” armin and had said “well if yk she gatta crush on you.. why don’t you block ha or sum’ ?” F/n had asked a good question “because she a customer and y/n shouldve look at the messages better I don’ t respond unless she ask for a drop!” Armin and f/n look at each other “welllll—“ armin said “how bout you just go talk to her yk Yall gon end up back togetha’ anyway” he was right no matter how many times y’all “broke up” or fought y’all ended up fuckin’ it out nd being lovey doves again

It was about 2:23 am you heard a knock at yo apartment door you was confused asf because why somebody at your door at 2 somthing in da morning? You looked through da peep hole, suprise suprise it was no other than ony

“Ngh~! Ohh~!” “Fuck-fuck-fuckkkk” here you two are fucking like animals on the living room floor, that’s how terrible it is y’all didn’t even make it to the bedroom! “Mama, you better not beat me up like that again understand?” Ony said somewhat outa Breath while in missionary still pounding tf outa you. “Don’t make me want~to beat you up aga~in” you said with moans interrupting your words. “You didn’t even let me try to explain myse-“ you shut him up with a French kiss “that’s the past this the present forget about that”

After a couple days the same thing happened which ended up in you two fucking YOURE problems out again this relationship was not healthy at all.

Heyyy y’all! so prob tmr ima do the thing cuz gojo won the poll! This is short so hopefully in the future I make longer ones but I ain’t good a typing for a long time.. but anyways yup bye love y’all😘

#smut #black reader #ony x black reader

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ᡴꪫ ⋆ INSTAGRAM UPDATE ࣪ ! ˓ ౨ৎ ࣪˖ ─── 240910: Berlin

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lunabae berlin you’ll always be my yes, you have my heart always and forevermore, now more than ever 💎🤍

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jijijiyeoniennie BITCH YOU KILLED IT YESTERDAY!!

lunalover Jiyeonie you are an angel on this earth 😩

ddadduuu girl– I am begging you, hide Jeonghan right the fuck now 🥲

lunaattire MOMMYYYY 🥵

jeongnadaily she’s really posting this acting like nothing happened, as if carats didn’t fucking spot her and Jeonghan holding hands in the streets of Berlin 🙃

↳ nananunu holding hands. swaying them back and forth. interlocked fingers. not once letting go… they don’t care no more 😩

↳ jxjforever I am convinced they are dating and this is their last date before Hannie’s enlistment…

↳ napipopeta thank you for reminding me he’s going to be bald soon 🥰

emilycarat17 LUNA I LOVE YOU 💕💕💕

caratforever17 I love you but y’all forgot to perform Ash and Shadow 🥲

hanniehaeee I can’t be the only one over analyzing that caption— like… am I insane!?

↳ svt-luna NO CAUSE SAME!! Ik she’s talking about how much she’s enjoyed her time there performing and everything but… there is something not being said 🫠

↳ woowonwoo “always be my yes” “always and forevermore, now more than ever” Call me insane but she’s either in love or those are song lyrics 🤔🤷

↳ moonlightbae I don’t like overthinking much about such things and clearly it’s just Luna voicing her gratitude for carats in Berlin but… “always and forevermore, now more than ever” is throwing me tf off fr.

jeongnaupdates the my melody leaves 😩😩

gyugyugyu10 girl– you’re not slick, we all know that’s Jeonghan on the last pic

babymoon Jiyeon you just might as well have captioned this “I love being in love in Berlin” and we would have called it a day 🤭

angeltwins how was the date, miss thing? You can’t fool us and say it was friendly— because there is absolutely no way you and Jeonghan be holding hands, hugging, smiling and shit in public like that for it to be “friendly” 🫥

luuuunaaanie girl just confirm it already, we won’t tell 🤐

missbitch Jiyeon I saw you and Jeonghan yesterday at the park but didn’t want to disturb you two!! I wanted to tell you how much I love you guys and how you’re my bias 😩🥺🩵

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↳ lunabae thank you for being so respectful, we would have loved to meet you, love. And I love you too, so much! Hannie says he love you too 🩷

↳ missbitch WATDAFECEJDHUEHEUEGEHEHEHBE LUNA l love you wtf?!?

↳ kwanienie YOU JUST WON THE GAME OF MOTHERFUCKING LIFE RIGHT THERE !!!

↳ thelunanova are you telling me you just saw Han and Luna IN PERSON on their “friendly” date and now THE Bae Jiyeon herself not only replied to you but she also told you she loved you… but not only that THE Yoon Jeonghan did too!?? GOODBYE I—

↳ svtrighthere17 she also called her “love” GOD HAS FAVORITES 😭 happy for you tho

↳ lunadaily SEE!!! THIS IS WHAT BEING MINDFUL AND RESPECTFUL OF THEIR SPACE GETS YOU!! ALL YOU WEIRDOS SHOULD LEARN THE SAME!!

↳ dinothedinosaur ^^^^^ THIS! ^^^^^

hannniee let’s all act surprised once they do confirm their relationship 🤠

jeongnashipper are you telling me we won’t get Jeongna for about two motherfucking years?! NOOOOOOOOOO

cutiesexylovely everybody jokingly saying that they’ll be in their military wife era but do you guys know who the literal military wife is?… Bae Jiyeon🥲

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double wham

patri guijarro x fem!reader

request: here

A/N: only 1 post tonight 😔 sorry guys, been busy with work and this was surprisingly hard to write… so it’s short, sorry anon

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Today is the day that I finally propose to my girlfriend. We’ve been dating for 4 years and it’s been the absolute best of my life. It seemed fitting because the whole team is going out on a hike through the mountains, so not only will it be scenic but it will also be in front of our other teammates.

I’ve already told Frido, Lucy and Mapi. Who probably told others in the process. So most of the team likely know my plan. The only thing I don’t have control over is the answer Patri gives. I know she’ll probably say yes but I can’t help but feel nervous.

Little did I know.

Patri and I arrive together, as per usual and she immediately goes to sit with Claudia. Again nothing unusual. I go and sit down next to Lucy who has a massive grin on her face.

“Jesus Lucy, I haven’t even asked yet.” I lean over, whispering in a hushed tone.

“Ohhh, I know. Can’t wait to see her reaction.” I squint my eyes, she knows something.

I shrug it off, plugging in my headphones, ready for the hour bus ride we have to make before getting to our destination.

- - - - -

Once we arrive, Mapi pats me on the back before going to annoy Ingrid about something. I make my way to find Patri, interlocking my fingers with her own. Too focused on my own nerves, I fail to see hers.

We start the trek, observing the views of the city and other wildlife around the place. Taking photos every so often. The weather is nice, not too hot and cool enough so that when we do sweat it’s a cooling feeling.

After an hour or so, we make it to the top. The views are absolutely gorgeous as the city is lit up by the glowing sun. In the distance, I can see the bay. The water glistening even from so far away.

(side note why tf do i keep rhyming things help)

This is the moment. I have to ask, so I pull Patri aside and make her sit down. We’re away from most of the others but the views do not miss.

“So what is it?” She asks, slightly nervous.

“Well I… We’ve been dating for quite a while and I thought, there’s no one else I’d rather spend the rest of my life with, soo.” I pause, pulling the box out of my bag.

“Will you marry me?” I ask.

I watch as her smile grows, and she starts laughing slightly.

“What’s so funny?” I smile, confused.

“Because, I was going to ask you the same thing.” She then proceeds to pull out her own box with a ring. Now it’s my turn to laugh.

“Oh God!” I yell into her shoulder, tears streaming out of my eyes.

“Well, I’ll put the ring I got on you, vice versa.” She nods and I take the ring out of the box, placing it delicately on her finger. It’s clear it suits her so well, even if my bank account cried for days. I’m assuming hers did as well.

Because when that ring is put on my finger, all I can think about is how right this feels. To the point I start crying.

“What’s wrong amor?” She wipes the tears away.

“Nothing, this just feels so right. I love you so much bebé” Her hands are on my face still, and she pulls me in for a long kiss.

When it’s done, realisation dawns upon me.

“Wait… do you think all the girls knew? I told Lucy, Frido and Mapi who probably told others and if you told people that means-“ Her eyes also go wide.

“True, very true. How about we go show them ah?” I nod and we get up walking toward everyone else.

“WE’RE GETTING MARRIED BITCHES!” Patri screams.

Most of them respond with the same energy, but all I can think about is how lucky I am to have someone like Patri. Someone I love so deeply.

#woso #woso x reader #woso community #woso fanfics #barca femeni #barcelona femeni #patri guijarro #patri guijarro x reader #wlw

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Whispers in your ear like a devil on your shoulder: you should make the Miguel O'Hara scenarios. Think of the hot dad energy he would emanate :))))))

Jokes aside, it is truly up to you what to write and I would always read it, but I am begging on my hands and knees for you to tell us the platonic yandere Miguel O'Hara scenarios you have thought of.

Nooo stooopppp girll- *puts on Miguel's theme music in the background* ahh shit here we go.

Platonic Yandere Miguel O'Hara as a dad:

Okay, so im just gonna word vomit here and yall make sense of it, but like the first thing that comes to mind when I think about yandere dad Miguel is that him kidnapping daughter reader from a universe where he doesn't exist, so he's technically not breaking canon or whatever and really, it doesnt even matter if you're his bio kid or not, like u could be a literal random civilian but if he is drawn to u, then he is. And while some of yall say "oh come on, Miguel cant be like that. He doesn't make careless/thoughtless decisions like that" I'm sorry, but is this not the same person who had the nerve to step in as his dead self from an AU and sleep with his parallel universe's wife and father someone else's kid??? Granted, they did end up dying but really, the only difference between that decision and this decision to kidnap u is to make sure that u don't end up dyingggg.

Moving on, he kidnaps u, makes up some bs about your life being in danger and blah blah blah, you HAVE to stay by his side, okay??? And at first, reader is like "umm okay?" because who tf wouldnt agree with SPIDERMAN??? (especially one who looks like Miguel? he is already giving dad vibes)

And the thing with Miguel is that he super protective (because PTSD) and he's possessive too, so the only person you're allowed to hang out with is Mayday (she is the cutest, i would die to have a kid like her ngl) because he doesnt see her as a threat (someone who could take u away from him). ABSOLUTELY NO CONTACT with Miles (because he hates that kid, pain in his ass/bane of his existence) and pretty much all other spiderpersons as well because all of them are sarcastic and he does not need them rubbing off on u. The only other person he would trust u with is Peter B, probably when Miguel needs a babysitter (because u learned to mess with his tech-typy-locks and traps, so u need an actual person to keep eyes on u. curse the universe for u being smart like ur papa), and the biggest reason he does trust peter with u is because since peter is a father himself, he would definitely know that while miguel's methods are wrong, in his own way, he is protecting u, and peter b knows that he would do absolutely anything to keep his daughter safe too. Also- since peter has mayday, if he were to actually take u away from Miguel, then Miguel would 10000% kidnap mayday and use her against peter too until he inevitably has to return u to him.

Now Miguel is emotionally crippled due to his trauma, so he's not great at expressing his feelings, at least not when you're awake. When you're asleep, maybe his eyes turn a little softer, maybe he cups your cheek, some guilt and sadness swirling in his eyes when he sees your tear stained cheek (because u missed ur family. or maybe u got told off by Miguel in front of everyone), presses a soft kiss to your forehead and mumbles something in spanish ("you will understand in due time, mi hija.") Definitely has cameras in your room, so he looks at you through the screen and sighs when u flop on the bed and stuff your head in the pillow and start crying, heart slightly heavy with guilt.

Except from interacting with others and leaving the spider society/his apartment (idk where he lives), every need of yours is pretty much taken care of IF you follow his rules. If you behave, u get everything. If u yell at him, try to break out of his place etc, privileges are revoked and BAM, you are now confined to your room with no access to entertainment or any of your hobbies he allowed u to have. Those novels u liked to read? Too bad, they get thrown in the fireplace. Gaming console? Broken in his hands. Liked to cook/bake? No access to kitchen because u are now locked in your room.

Miguel has one important rule- you MUST obey him, under all circumstances, no questions asked. If he tells you to go to your room, honey go before his eyes turn sharp and he has to manhandle you. If he tells you to eat dinner with him, you need to eat food even if you are full. And if he's forbidden you from going to the locked room in his place that's full of info on you and your old fam, then its best for everyone for u to obey.

Now, while Miguel does have trouble expressing emotions (i mean, the most affection he's shown is head pats and if u are really really sad, then yes, smooches on the forehead.) but he has no trouble expressing anger and rage. If u mess up real bad, in the sense where u disobey him and end up hurting yourself (no matter to what degree), GIRL HE IS SCREAMING HIS HEAD OFF AT YOU (like the scene from the movie where he's yelling at miles). I mean, he's so mad, he legit picks you up and hauls you to your room, where he's yelling at u even more, using the terms "child" "kid" and patronising tone because you may think you're a grown up (u might even be) but he will ALWAYS view u as a kid- THE KID he lost, the child he promised to protect and somehow get redemption, or at the very least, fill the empty hole in his heart.

And since nobody thought to inform me that my man Miguel is a literal VAMPIRE and that his fangs are not just for show to attract all kinds of viewrs, we gonna talk about that as well. Does he use them on reader when she finds out that Miguel actually fucking murdered her real fam (maybe not directly kill them, because he is a hero after all. Maybe in the sense that he knew they were gonna die, you would too unless he took u away, he just didnt bother calculating the repercussions if he did indeed save your family.) and reader is now hyperventilating and trying to claw her way out of his arms but muscled arms only pull u tighter against his chest and he just bites ur neck to let the venom paralyse you long enough for him to not only offer an explanation for his actions, but also put a tracker in you and chain u to your bed.

Does Miguel's heart absolutely shatter at your body wracking sobs and distressed state as you realise you have lost your family? Yes. Does he apologise? Never. Does he like seeing you in pain? NO. Will he cause you even more pain? ...yes, if circumstances change.

Hurting you is the last the thing he's do, but its still something he would do. He wont enjoy it, but if u messed up real bad (escaped and endangered yourself) then Miguel, with a very heavy heart will snap your ankles and limit your ability to walk for months (if not for life). This is one of his harshest punishments, and punishments are immeadiately followed with comfort, so Miguel does put your fractured bones in a cast and wipes the tears from his eyes, shushing you gently as he softly explains why he did what he did, how you dont need to worry about anything because since you took your punishment so well, Miguel will help you (he will carry you around everywhere), and maybe if you're in too much pain, he may give you some drugs(or even his venom) to put you to sleep right away.

He has lost too much, too many times. His wounds are deep and still fresh, he is not taking any chances... especially not with you.

okay thats all i have for now(its a lie, i just need to pee) but feel free to send in ur asks/thoughts/scenarios.

#yandere miguel o'hara #yandere miguel x reader #platonic miguel #platonic yandere #yandere spiderverse

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shaarlslec · 2 years

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when we were young

little follow-up of this part

words: 7871

warnings/notes: angst, fluff, being divorced of seb ?? (tf miss), conflict, jealousy;

masterlist

songs i've listened to while writing this: new west - those eyes, the rare occasions - notion, harry styles - love of my life, stephen sanchez - until I found you; matt maltese - as the world caves in;

Where you and Sebastian are co-parenting your sixteen-year-old daughter after your divorce and you drive her to her somewhat date at the movies.

present

“Have fun, we will be back to pick you up in two hours.” Sebastian aggravatedly spoke as you cracked a laugh from the passenger seat watching Anne slightly embarrassed as her whole group of friends heard her father faking the strict-parent tone.

Sebastian was everything, but not the strict part amongst the two of you, and even Anne’s friends were aware of that. They all remembered that one time when they got invited back at your place for Anna’s birthday two years ago and ended up staying up all night playing video games with Sebastian in the living room while you were getting worried sick calls from their parents explaining to each and every one of them that their children do not want to get home yet because the almighty Sebastian Vettel is teaching them how to play on the Racing Simulator he bought for Anne when she was twelve and wanted to be “just like father”.

“Oh jeez.” You muttered, waving your little goodbyes to Anne who you immediately saw wrapping her hands around the boy she liked in a timid hug, “Cut her some slack – it is just the movies.” You added, giving an inquiring look to Sebastian whose glare was trying to pierce the said boy through the car’s window, “It is just a hug!” You amusingly continued, touching Sebastian’s chin with your fingers to retract his view from Anne to you – which he did right away as he felt the warmness of your touch on him.

That took you by surprise for no reason whatsoever (it was not for the very first time when Sebastian Vettel looked down on you with worried shimmery eyes) and your heart skipped in a short and quick leap almost as your daughter’s chest when her crush started to walk closer to her rather than their other friends through the cinema’s entry. With a softened gaze and a heavy sigh, Sebastian buried his chin into your palm searching for maybe something more than just relief and support – looking for the familiarness within your touch in the vagueness of your relationship.

Your chest sunk as your ex-husband’s eyes closed for a while, “I know – I am panicking for no reason.” Sebastian then added, giving you a quick kiss on the inside of your palm before retracing his chin from there, “Thank you for bringing me back to earth.” Vettel uttered; lips close to your skin.

You chuckled just like back in high school. Divorced or not, still in love or not, just co-parenting or not – Sebastian’s kisses always managed to make you giggle as if you two were still teenagers. Oh, and how much complications do Seb’s kisses bring into your life – again, and again, and again. You wanted to push him away, you wanted to be able to see him as just Anne’s father, as your ex and sort of your friend and nothing more. And yet, that was quite impossible. You shared most of your life with him, and sometimes the way in which Sebastian’s touches made you shiver after more than two decades still, you had this deepen feeling caged inside your chest that you two share more than life itself.

Rubbing your palm with two fingers you leaned back into your chair, “I need you to stop doing this.” You breathlessly almost sobbed, looking anywhere else but not back into Sebastian’s eyes.

Sebastian figured out right away what you were referring to as the taste of your skin engraved still on the top of his lips started to fade and oh, how much and for how long Sebastian would have desired for it not to go away. Not now, not three years ago, not never. Your ex-husband nodded, “I know.” He shortly spoke, “I am sorry – force of habit.” He bittersweetly apologized as the engine started and hands gripped around the steering wheel turning left in the parking lot instead of right to the exit of it – snatching you completely away from the thoughts that were running inside of your head.

“What are you do-“ You wanted to ask, seeing how Sebastian was now looking for a parking spot instead of getting out on the street, “Oh no.” You chuckled, instantly figuring out what he was cooking inside the back of his mind, “Don’t tell me that you are planning on spying on our daughter.” You straight up mocked him at this point, watching Sebastian now as he was parking the car and getting ready to zoom out of it in any moment.

“Not just I.” Sebastian articulated, “We.” He then stated, getting out of the car, and speeding his steps towards your door to open it, “What about a classic Sebastian and Y/N mess around?” Your ex-husband then winked, offering his hand for you to grab to get out of the car and rush to the cinema’s entrance.

You shook your head as you laughed but like in any other situations of classing mess-arounds with him, you firmly took Sebastian’s hand and joined him like you always had done in the past and like you will always will until eternity holds no matter your relationship, and the complications of it all.

The classic Sebastian and Y/N mess around was one of your things and has been always one of your rituals, inside-jokes since you were in high school just like Anne. Sebastian would always come with sly little plans of spying your teachers, parents’, and friends to get something out of it – test answers, unshared secrets, messy gossips, and whatnots.

somewhere in the past

The first time you two did this was back when you were stressing about your biology test in your junior year. Back then, you and Sebastian were just friends, sharing the same old bench in the back of the class, kicking legs underneath the desk, and slightly touching knees. You had not kissed yet, but the chemistry was there and everyone around you teased your friendship and thought of it as being something more than just shy giggles and stolen glances across the class, parties or even community gatherings. You denied it countless times, and yet both of you were aware of the feelings you childishly so nurtured for each other. Right then, in the back of your class during your biology class was the very first time when you became partners in crime, and never looked back.

“I am stressing out.” You confessed to Sebastian who was fascinatedly watching you as you stretched the back of your palm, “I cannot for the love of God understand how biology works until tomorrow’s test.” You cried out, taking your face in both of your hands.

Sebastian’s giggle – music to your ears – echoed next to you as his hands departed yours from your face, “I have a plan, no worries.” He then announced, throwing you a cheeky little wink, “I do need you.” Sebastian then confessed, and nothing more would have thrilled a sixteen-year-old Y/N rather than her desk mate saying that he needed her while looking straight into her eyes with those big blue eyes.

“What for?” You immediately asked, not even questioning Sebastian’s plan for too long because no matter the reason, you were in before Sebastian could have had a chance to explain the plan.

Trusting him with your whole life was something Sebastian had earned right from the start, building on the foundation of that trust only followed in the next decades. Sebastian told you all about his plan of stealing the test answers from the teacher’s desk right after that. No matter how fraudulent that was, and no matter how injudicious it was for you to distract the teacher’s attention outside the class for Sebastian to unlock the cabinet’s door with one of your bobby pins – you followed his plan suit. And yes, as absurd as the plan was, it ended up working and both of you aced that test. From then on, from cheating on a test together to hiding in your parents’ closets to spy on them and playing “good cop, bad cop” within your group of friends, classic Sebastian and Y/N mess arounds became habits. One of your inside things – one of your many inside things: three seconds before locking eyes, scratching the back of your hand after a kiss, profiting on every occasion to rub shoulders, touch knees and steal glances, and oh how so many others.

present

You were doing that exact same thing twenty years later: sillily teaming up to watch Anne many rows behind in the dark cinema just for Sebastian to make sure that the guy she was all gushing about was not even placing his arm around her neck. Sebastian was now at ease, his sixteen-year-old daughter was all safe and sound from a shy-timid boy that managed to gather all his courage just to sit next to her at the movies, nothing more and nothing less. You watched Sebastian all tensed up in his seat for the first couple of minutes before he made sure that little rascal was not going to make a move on Anne, not even paying attention to the movie and closely watching the group of teenagers instead like a creep. You softly chuckled, there was nothing more amusing to you rather than Sebastian being all worked up about Anne’s crush.

“See?” You whispered leaning towards Sebastian, “They are not even touching.” You said, pointing to Anne’s back and talking in a low tone just to make sure that Anne was not hearing anything.

Imagine your parents' sneaking up to your not-even-date to watch over you. You rolled your eyes, Sebastian needed to tame that protective side of his regarding Anne a notch. You knew that was improbable, and you feared the moment when Anne will tell Sebastian that she dates a boy for real. What will Sebastian do then? Track the little fella? Let Anne speak with him only in the same room as Sebastian? Your eyebrows twitched, you will be the one to act as an armor to your daughter when that time will come, protect her from your insanely protective love of your life.

“I know – he needs some game.” Sebastian then joked, leaning towards you as well and giving you those shimmery eyes for the second time that evening, muscles relaxing underneath the fabrics of his clothes.

You smiled, “Like that one time when you thought me how to count shoulders?” You teased, watching Sebastian’s smile widening as well on his face, “Or any other of your classic moves?”

somewhere in the past

Being friends with Sebastian first rather than just flirting meant that you and him never had to hit on each other with corny cheesy lines or any out of the pocket moves. You two just worked right from the start and there was no need for those. Therefore, when Sebastian was trying to somehow “court” you at the beginning of your relationship, his attempts on “hitting on” you were laughable in the cutest ways possible – like the first time you two went to the movies on a proper date.

“Has anyone ever thought you how to count shoulders, love?” Twenty-years old Sebastian asked you in the back of the cinema, watching you paying full attention on the movie.

You confusingly looked back at your now new boyfriend and denied with a nod, “What do you mean?”

Sebastian cleaned his throat and then started to “count shoulders” beginning with his right one, “One, two, three, four…” He shyly spoke with pauses, tracing his fingers from his right shoulder to his left, and then touching yours up until the point his arm was all around you, pulling you closer to him and his body locking his fingers on your left shoulder, “That is how you count shoulders.” Sebastian then confidently spoke, giving you a quick peak on your cheek as a bonus after counting both of your shoulders.

You laughed then, you laughed too loud for a cinema and few heads turned towards you and Sebastian flirting – trying to flirt. You apologized with a nod to them, and then snuggled your head at Sebastian’s chest for the rest of the movie. That was your shelter for many years to come, and the fingers glued to your shoulders was Sebastian’s safety net – both of you thinking that there was no way for them to be shattered or torn apart. And yet, time is ruthless and you two had learned that lesson in the most poignant way.

present

You were now sitting next to each other not even touching, each of you pined to their seats. You both knew that what you said back in the car just minutes ago was the right thing to do. You needed to stop acting out of habit with each other – touching, kissing, holding hands needed to be out of the picture. There was the need to move on, you needed to learn how to do the co-parenting part without you two being involved in any other endeavors (physically or romantically).

Sebastian smirked at your remark, “I am forty years old now Y/N, counting shoulders is not working anymore.” He spoke, and that made you indubitably and irrationally think about the possibly of Sebastian hitting on another woman. All the sudden, your mind unlocked a new possibility that was not occurring up until now, and all that talk (or non-talk) you had back in your car seemed pointless now because you could not comprehend Sebastian touching, kissing, holding hands with another woman.

The thought consumed you whole for the rest of the movie. Fuck – it got deep inside your head as minutes went by. You were fuming, and yet you had no reason to do so. You were the one who wanted the divorce in the first place and three years have passed since your split, Sebastian was very much very allowed to meet other people and so were you. You never took those chances, though. None of the men who had shown any interest in you were not him, no one was him and no one could ever be him.

You remined silent up until Sebastian signed you that it was time to go out twenty minutes before the movie was over so you could pretend to pick Anne up like nothing had happened and like you two were far away from that mall.

“Can I ask you something?” You asked Sebastian on the way to his car walking side by side with him.

“Yes, you can ask me anything.” Sebastian muttered watching your worried lifted eyebrows, “And no, I am not seeing anyone.” He replied away ahead of you opening your mouth to ask him about that.

“How did you know that I was—” You wondered slowing your steps, watching his back relaxing underneath your glare.

“Liking it or not – I know you Y/N.” Sebastian spoke, watching you and your guilty look over his shoulder, “I regretted right away after I made it sound like I still use pick-up lines or moves.” Your ex-husband spoke waiting for you to keep up the walking pace, “You went completely radio-silence on me after that which meant that the little, teeny trundles inside of your head were moving, and I was expecting you to ask me such a question after overthinking all the possibilities.”

You gulped, catching him from behind, “You are right. You know me.” You muttered in a short breath, hugging your body until you got back into the car together checking the clock to match the time with the end of the movie.

“Can I now ask you something?” Sebastian asked, leaning into his seat, and staring back at you as you nodded, “Would you be bothered by that?” He then asked in all his seriousness, “Because I would.” Your ex-husband confessed, “The idea of you remarrying keeps me up at night – honestly.” Sebastian accentuated with a very dehydrated throat, “I want nothing more than you and Anne to be happy, and if that can be attained with another man by your side, I will pretend to be fine for a while – and after that, I will just lose my mind.”

You laughed with a shook of your head, “There is only you, Seb.” You intoned, not even daring to look at him although Sebastian was staring right back at you.

somewhere in the past

It was an odd feeling even then, knowing that there is only him and that the likelihood of another man was out of the question for the rest of your life right from the point you kissed him one first time. You were foolishly in love with him, Sebastian swept you out of your feet utterly and completely, and so was Seb – childishly smitten with you right from the start.

The thing with young love nonetheless is that it consumes you whole and makes you act in all mad kind of ways, and you two had to learn how to mature through them together. Oh boy, was that a rocky road indeed that seemed to be still shaky more than twenty-years later when you would have not guessed that your heart would still ache in such a fashion at the idea of somebody else in Sebastian’s life. You can never perfect a relationship, and you and Sebastian never claimed to have succeeded in doing so.

Everybody tells you that when you find “the right one” the rest goes easy, there are no fights, no pauses, no sobs, and cries. You and Sebastian went through all of them, and the first time that the idea of mending your relationship was when you both figured out that long-distance sucks big time.

You were studying far away from your city; Sebastian was travelling all the time due the nature of his job. Barely speaking, seeing each other two to three times a mouth was challenging, but you promised yourselves that you can make it work and that three years from that point on you will write in any city racing takes Sebastian and then you will rest when needed in your own little studio apartment when you get back home. You had all the time in the world, you would say but time was distancing you more than the actual miles in between your bodies. Sebastian was in different time zones almost every weekend, and you studied and worked part-time by day and wrote by night, using the little to no free time you had in between to be social, go to parties, meet people, and build a life of your own that Sebastian was unable to take part of.

It tormented him – day and night – it tormented Sebastian, that you had a whole different life he had little to no idea about in college so far away from him.

“You are going to a party?” Your boyfriend sarcastically inquired over the phone, “I thought you hated parties.”

You chuckled at the end of the call, “I don’t.” You spoke with a silly smile all over your face that was always present whenever you two were talking over the phone after a long day of not reaching each other, “I just was not invited to parties in high-school, so I always claimed I don’t like them – when, in fact, I do.” You paused, position in the bed shifted as you heard Sebastian’s breath into the phone, something about the way he sounded made your knees weak and your spine shiver.

You two had not been physical with each other for mouths, and that drove both of you insanely crazy. Therefore, a simple breath was enough for you to gulp your words and for your body to heat up.

“Can I come too?” Sebastian inquired, and your smile not just widened on your face, but your cheeks were about to burst from their rosiness and for how much they were pushed up by the arched corners of your mouth.

Sebastian should have seen you then, and that would have been enough for him to kiss you all over your face. That man was whipped, your smile was his kryptonite, the weakness of his heart and the craving of his soul.

“You are free this weekend?” You happily spoke, patiently waiting for your boyfriend’s answer.

Sebastian was most definitely not free even tough that was not a race weekend, the young German driver had media duties to attend all weekend being back home. The Torro Rosso win just happened two weeks ago and people (his people) wanted him in interviews, in magazines, in papers to talk all about that and to praise their championship-material racing driver for being the youngest winner ever. And yet, none of the people who could fuel his fame by meeting with him for interviews and photoshoots were worth to prologue the absence of your smile.

“I have to shift some things, but I will come.” He spoke, already thinking ahead about whom he should call to cancel his meetings.

“That’s amazing, Seb.” You almost sobbed, “I miss you so, so much.” You simply spoke, throat aching in a dry pain.

“I miss you too, so, so much.” Sebastian spoke after a short chuckle, and you could basically still hear the smile into the tone of his voice, feeling the warmth of it too spreading in an empty room that cried for Sebastian’s presence.

Sebastian’s heart felt heavy once the call ended, and that was because he felt you slipping form between his fingers for the first time ever since you two kissed in front of your door years ago. You were becoming your own individuals, and yet you and Sebastian had completely different pathways that you hopefully made ends meet. Closing his eyes, Sebastian dreamed of the time promised: watching you writing your books first thing in the morning as he awakes, having you all for himself inches away instead of miles, seeing your smile instead of only picturing it somewhere in the back of his mind.

After three to four rounds of showing him how much you missed Sebastian, leaving him tireless and sweaty pinned to your dorm bed, you took your silk robe and tightening it around the waist so you could take a shower and get ready for the said party. Sebastian watched you as you departed, almost convinced that his hand was unable to leave yours as you rose from the bed.

“That was something else,” Sebastian paused, gutted almost. With one hand glued to his forehead, he took a full breath of the tensed air in the room, “I think we must have broken a personal record or something, love.” He laughed, and you could not help yourself not to give him a sly smile in return.

“In time or pleasure?” You inquired with a curved eyebrow, and Sebastian arched his back up to straighten it on the bed frame leaned against one of the walls just to take a better look at you after a short and vehement nod of approval before saying, ‘both, I think both’.

Sebastian took your hand again in his as you were hurryingly passing by the bed to lure you in again, but the man only managed to steal a short kiss from your lips as you departed once again.

“I have to get ready, Seb.” You urgently breathed, “You need to help me choose in between two outfits.” You spoke, steps hastening to the bathroom.

Your boyfriend leaned his head back on the pillow, “Oh, so you really want to go to this party.” He intoned, hopping that maybe what just happened in between the two of you would convince you to skip the evening and go back to bed.

Just you and him for an entire afternoon, evening and night, Sebastian has been longing for twenty-four hours like this for so long now. And yet, just now – your boyfriend had realized how much you wanted to go to that party, seeing you all flustered about the choosing of your outfit fact that had never happened before to any of the events you two went too.

It aroused uncertainties, those kinds of suspicions that crawls into Sebastian’s head too quick and for too long, without reason or logic when it came to the fear of losing you. You were changing before Seb’s eyes, quite literally and figuratively, and your boyfriend had the understanding for the very first time ever that he needed to not only cope with the idea of you having a chuck of life that was not involving him, but also supportyou and your decisions.

Just as you have been doing with him being a driver in the past few years, just as you got used to not seeing Sebastian that much and with reading rumors about him dating some other girls, constantly doubting yourself of not being good enough for him, just as you dealt with his whole different person when Sebastian was racing.

And yet, knowing that you were able to put an front up until now about all of this without saying once that it is bothersome, arose another type of inquiry for Sebastian – what if one day you decide to leave him because someone who is not there for you all the time was not suitable to the kind of life you wanted to have?

Getting to know each other as best friends at first was something, dealing with the insufficiencies of your relationship now was a whole different ground that you had to have it paved through trial and error, mistakes and apologies, hot tears and soft kisses on burning cheeks.

Your boyfriend got to know a whole different you at that party. You acted like a natural extrovert with everyone that was present there. You hugged people, you kissed their cheeks, you even took more shots that you could handle. You were never like this before with people at high-school, Sebastian has never seen you so genuinely happy when people that were not him were around – and that made him extremely jealous, utterly protective of what he thought it belonged to him and only him. Children, both of you.

“Your boyfriend?” One of your college friends spoke as you introduced Sebastian to him, and your boyfriend could not help himself not to stare at what seemed to be a Greek God glimpsing at him and then at his girl, “You never told me you had a boyfriend before, glad to meet you—” The man paused, waiting for Sebastian to utter his name.

Auch, a punch in the groin. Yes, Sebastian was sane enough to know that not everyone follows sports, and yet lies would have been involved to say that Sebastian’s ego was not hurt right then and there by this mysterious wavy-haired, sun-kissed, hell of a man for not knowing who he was, and by you for not telling him sooner that you were all spoken for. The insecurities made room into the nets of your boyfriend’s mind once again, why you were not telling him that you had a boyfriend for?

“Sebastian Vettel,” He then replied, lifting his hand in the air just to be cupped with strength by the man.

“Robert.” He simply replied, giving a firm shake to Sebastian.

You adjusted your voice by coughing twice sensing whatever was going on between two males shaking hands for the first time, “Robert is in my creative writing class, he mostly writes slam poetry at which he is pretty good.” You explained to Sebastian with an awkward smile, wrapping one of our arms around Sebastian as soon as they dropped the handshake.

“Oh? He does?” Sebastian replied, having no idea how slam poetry sounded like and not intending to hear from this godlike of a man who was now gazing at you a little bit too much to be just friendly what was that.

Sebastian’s blood boiled, especially after Robert thanked you with a smile, “Oh, thank you. You do flatter me, Y/N darling.” He paused, Sebastian’s jawline hardening as Robert continued with, “Your girlfriend’s poems are something else, tough!” He then explained, words to which Sebastian’s straight lines turned into a smile, “Now I can see where the inspiration comes from,” Robert continued, giving Sebastian a short head-to-toes check-up with scrutinizing eyes, “I can see why I could not stand a chance now.” He then commented slightly patting your shoulder, Sebastian’s mouth returning into a straight line.

You awkwardly laughed and dragged Sebastian out of there, waving goodbye to Robert and going straight to the bar for yet another two shots.

“That man wants to fuck you.” Sebastian bluntly spoke after the liquid went down on both of your throats, the harshness of your boyfriend’s words standing as a sign that you were not the only one who drank up their limit – and you knew better than to be hurt by drunk words coming out of Seb’s mouth that he will for certain regret in the morning.

“I know,” You simply replied as you leaned on the bar, “You heard him yourself; it is not like he could stand a chance.” You continued, as you and Sebastian both could feel Robert’s eyes across the room.

“He is an attractive man; I am pretty sure he thinks he will have a chance at it in the future.” Sebastian noted, part of his voice crumbling as Sebastian spoke the words to you and part of his tone collapsing inside his throat as the thought of you touched by hands that were not his own crossing his mind.

You almost gagged on another shot, “Do you hear yourself now?” You questioned, hands locked at your chest now as you deeply sighed, “He is an attractive man?” You laughed, “How about: Y/N, you are an attractive woman, and I am aware of the fact that other people might want you, but I trust you enough that you will not cheat on me.” You mouthed, harshly looking at Sebastian as his words were cut short, not expecting of you to give him a full lecture.

“Y/N I—” Sebastian paused, not knowing what to say next for this to not escalate into a fight, waiting to avoid conflict with you as much as probable, “I—” He stumbled again, not finding the right next step.

You are the person Sebastian loves the most right then and there, why would your boyfriend want to pick a fight with you out of something so ordinary as a good-looking man about whom Sebastian knew essentially nothing about fantasying of having a shoot with you?

Your lungs filled with unbreathable air, “You?”

“Come on, love.” Sebastian muttered, taking one of your hands in his to kiss the back of it, “I really don’t want to fight.” He then confessed, and as soon as the words reached your ears, you retracted your hand from his.

“Of course.” You exhaled, “You never want to fight.” You added watching your shoes rather than looking at him, “I am tired, let’s go back to the dorm – we can “not talk” about it on our way back.” You sarcastically spoke, hopping from the high-bar chair and making your way to the exit with pressed steps, Sebastian following right after you with his heart up to his throat knowing that dodging the fight was not worth it.

You walked ahead of him without saying any word back to him, not even giving him a glimpse over the shoulder. Your eyes were watery, and your neck was dry, not the very best combination if you were to lock eyes with Sebastian. You knew you would burst right into crying if you were to look at him, because all these mouths were you seemed to not be bothered by doing long distance with him were just an act. You hated every single fucking minute of it, and that piled up with each missed phone call, each rumor about some sort of a girl, each interview with him all giggly and happy wondering, searching, glooming somewhere in the back of your mind that would it have not been better for him to not be tied up by some high-school crush of his in this fame hunting ride?

And now this? Sebastian hinting at the idea of you being with Robert under any circumstancing whatsoever? On top of all, Sebastian’s inability to fight with you showing up again. Always wanting to avoid fights, never wanting to upset you, and always protecting you seemed to be the right ways to go at first. And yet, no relationship survives without conflict, there is no calm after the chaos if there is no chaos to begin with. Bottling all your feelings up, burying them deep into a coffin – this will not work out, you both thought.

“I cannot “not talk” about it.” You said at the same time, Sebastian’s hand catching yours from behind and you turning your glare at him as you stopped your steps blocks away from your dorm.

Soft breezes of spring blew into your faces, icing the tears at the corners of your eyes that Sebastian touched with the tips of his fingers as he cupped your face to kiss it. Yes, smiling you must be Sebastian’s weakness, but watching tears fall down your plumped cheeks might just as well be his eternal damnation.

“I sounded like a jerk back there, please, please –” Sebastian begged with closed eyes and lips glued to your forehead, “forgive me for being such a fucking prick.” He added, one of the hands now on the back of your neck as the thumb could stroke your cheek as Sebastian dearly looked down at you, “I just got very jealous.”

Your fingers cupped the man’s wrist, “I should have told you about Robert before,” You recognized right away, “I was just scared that you will not trust me if I tell you that he tries his luck with me.”

Sebastian shook his head, “No, no, no.” He repeated vehemently, “I trust you completely, is not even about that.” He then confessed, “The thing is,” Sebastian then stopped, lips on yours for just a moment so Sebastian can remember how courage tasted like.

You chuckled, there was not even a moment in which this man could hold himself back from kissing you, “The thing is?” You smiled, repeating his words.

“I am untrusting of myself.” Sebastian muttered the words, taking one step away from you as he spoke, “You have this whole new life that I know nothing about, Y/N.” He then begin, as if a tap has been flipped up or a switch lighted on, “You have your new friends, and your book that you are writing, and parties to attend, and literature to study, and places to see, and people to meet, and I—” Sebastian stopped with a gulp into his chest, “I feel like no matter how much I try – I will never fit in your life.”

Your eyes softened, oh love. This evening was a turn point in your relationship, you were both twenty-one and unexperienced in what love was. And yet, you wanted to learn – and you did that together in time, not feeling worthy of each other both in different ways was just the beginning of the learning curve.

“I feel like I don’t fit into yours either.” You added with a sob, “You are always away, people are taking pictures wherever you go and somehow they never follow you when you and I are together, so they think you are dating all those random girls that show in the paddock, and I feel like I am holding you back.”

Sebastian nodded in understanding, “That is why you did not tell your friends yet about me?” He asked with widened eyes, “I thought you want to keep all of this private.” He spoke, pointing to the two of you.

“I wanted to do so.” You confirmed after scratching the back of your head, “I thought I will be fine reading rumors about you and some supermodel that supports Red Bull, but man – I hate them.”

“The supermodels or the rumors?” Sebastian joked, and you huffed a short giggle again.

“Both.” You replied with furrowed eyebrows.

“So, now you can understand my jealousy towards Robert?”

You nodded, “Yes, I do.” You confirmed after another short sight, “Foolish of us to think that loving each other is enough.” You commented, being the one now to take the extra-step in between the two of you for the distance to dissolve to zero as Sebastian’s eyes were all over you face, lips, neck, and shoulders, “It seems like we need to do more than that.” You continued, arms around Sebastian’s neck now.

“Avoiding fights is not the answer, that I know now.” Sebastian shortly laughed, and you could not help yourself but smile, letting him kiss what he adored the most, “What a fucking stupid name Robert is, tough. “Sebastian spoke in a playful tone as you tightened your grip around the man’s body.

“There is only you, Seb.” You replied as you buried your head into the man’s shoulder, “There is only you.” You reassured your boyfriend, making sure that the words were heard as your lips caressed Sebastian’s skin across the man’s neck.

present

Sebastian said nothing to your words, you were wondering if the same memory played inside of your ex-husband’s mind. And yet, you were welcomed with nothing but radio-silence coming from him as the car was started. Sebastian drove in silence from the parking spot to the cinema’s entrance where Anne was spotted right away by her father’s peering eyes. Your ex-husband went out of the car, crossed his hands at his chest and tried once again to look fierce and intimidating. You remined in the car with the window open, right at Sebastian’s right shoulder watching him with the same amused smile as when you dropped Anne. After saying her goodbyes, Anne went straight to the car completely and bluntly avoiding Sebastian’s gaze over her and that boy.

“How was the movie, darling?” You intoned, sensing right away that something was bothering Anne.

“It was good.” She simply replied, watching her friends outside the window leaving one by one but evading from within her little crush’s gaze.

You muttered a short “mhm” as Sebastian got back into his seat, evidently confused as well by the lack of talk coming from Anne, “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Sebastian asked, both of you turning your heads to her.

“Nothing.” She continued; eyes still glued on the window.

“Are you sure?” Sebastian worryingly asked, patting his girl’s leg to make her attentive towards her parents, “Do you want to talk to us?” He continued, but Anne was adamant still as she disagreed with a nod.

“I don’t have anything to say, nothing happened.” Anne highlighted with furrowed eyebrows, “Can we go, please? I am hungry.” She spoke, glancing from Sebastian to you – signaling that you need to convince her father to drop it. And yet, none of you wanted to drop it, but Sebastian listened to her as he always has done and started the engine, the three of you getting out of the parking lot in a heavy silence.

“Oh,” You mouthed once Anne’s words clicked for you, “That is why you are upset – nothing happened.” You spoke, clapping your hands once before turning back to Anne and catching her glare on you, “You wanted him to do something?” You questioned Anne, watching your daughter’s lips plucked in a puppy pout as she nodded.

“You are upset because of that?” Sebastian stepped in, opening his mouth even wider to continue speaking but being interrupted by one of your fingers at the front of his nose.

“Shut up, pay attention to the driving.” You commented, giving him a sharp look from which Sebastian has understood that playing the overly protective father card right now was not the time.

“I am literally a professional driver.” Sebastian teased, and both you and Anne’s faces lighted up with a smile as soon as you heard Seb’s sarcastic tone, “Ok, but I will behave.” He accentuated, slightly rolling his eyes as a drama queen.

You took Anne’s hands in words, and she poured her soul right in was she watched your lovely eyes looking right back at hers and Sebastian’s worried ones through the rear mirror, “I know he likes me, and I like him too. And yet, we have not held hands yet! Also, he stood right next to me during the movie and not a word shared – like I don’t even exist.” She almost sobbed, snatching your hands tightening into hers. Your eyes softened, oh my dear girl. You patted the back of her hand, opening your mouth to speak.

“Very good.” Sebastian stepped in again, “You are sixteen, holding hands should be banned until you are at least eighteen.” He added, throwing a look over the shoulder to forewarn Anne.

“Eyes on the road, Sebastian.” You intoned in a somewhat harsh tone, sharpening him with a look that had the intention of being mean, but being unsuccessful so as yours caught his and you saw the spectacle of luminated lights on the road flickering within the margins of his irises.

Sebastian nodded, “You are right, I will shut up.” He spoke, being scolded even by Anne’s glare reflected in the rear mirror that piercing him. Sebastian wanted for his daughter to just be the happiest girl in the world, and if holding hands with that boy was what she needed at that moment to become that, your ex-husband had to accept it.

“You said he was shy, right?” You asked, playing it cool as if you were not just seeing the boy trembling next to your daughter minutes ago in the cinema, “It was not the place and the moment to hold hands, perhaps.” You assured Anne with a warm smile, “Next time, maybe be the one to catch his hand in yours. Boys are not really that great in catching subtilities, and to act accordingly of their thoughts, especially when they are young. They try to seem tough, rough and like they are not touched by anything, especially when they are with their friends.” You highlighted, slightly pointing to Sebastian as you titled your head.

“I saw that, love.” Sebastian laughed, realizing right after that stopping this force of habit was going to be tougher that it seemed, “And yes, Anne. Your mother was right, we are the stupidest beings when it comes to catch signals, and we like to put on a persona around friends, this will change as he grows up.”

You nodded, “Yes, you just have to be up-front about it.” You added, glaring at Sebastian as you were both thinking about the very first time you got into a huge fight due to exactly this reason, “Ask him if he likes you when you feel ready to do so, avoiding the talk will only do worse – trust me, and your father.” You spoke, hands still cupped with Anne.

Sebastian nodded, and Anne could see his toughened glare in the mirror watching you two, “Feelings can be little intricate branches that crawl into your mind, body and soul trying to fool you into sheltering them deep down, your mother thought you and me how to cope with them, and for that we should be forever grateful for.” Sebastian spoke in a soft tone much contrary to his eyes, “Maybe, your little friend was not that lucky yet.” Your ex-husband commented, filling Anne’s heart with big hopeful flakes of light for her to be that person, for her to show him how to learn love.

“Do you want to come in?” You asked Sebastian as the car stopped outside of your house, “I am hungry, and I am sure Anne’s famished too—”

“I am not, I want to go to bed early.” Anne interrupted, jumping straight out of the car, and going into the house, probably locking right away into her room to text the boy, “Goodnight, mom, dad!” She yelled, slamming shut the door after she got in.

You laughed, “Oh, she is head over heels over this guy.” You huffed, amusingly watching the light of her room blasting at the second-floor sight that she basically bolted in 0.2 seconds on the stairs.

“Reminds me of someone.” Sebastian teased, rubbing shoulders with you as you were both out of the car and leaning on the side of it.

You laughed, “I stole my mom’s phone once to text you.”

Sebastian laughed back, “I know, I stole my father’s car to impress you.”

You shook your head as you faked disbelief, “You were already impressing me by winning races, there was no need to steal a random streetcar from your father.” You spoke, side-eyeing him from time to time as you talked.

“I have not won a race in a hot minute.” Sebastian pleaded, watching his feet rather than your face.

“You will, no worries.” You spoke, gently stroking the man’s shoulder with your fingers for comfort.

“Most unlikely.” Sebastian bittersweetly uttered before he took a huge breath of air in, “I am resigning from Formula One by the end of the season.” He then exhaled, clean blue eyes locking yours now.

You could not help yourself but slightly smile, you have seen what more than twenty-five years have done to him doing this job. You witnessed that all, all the highs, all the lows, and all the in-betweens. You said nothing on the matter, and Sebastian knew that you will not – that was the reason why you divorced him the first place. In that moment, watching you staring at him back with a little smile sprung on your face and glistering eyes, weary skin and a bittersweetly usage of tone, Sebastian wished for him to have been able to deliver this type of news sooner – three years sooner.

Your shoulders shrugged and then twitched back up, the tension in your body releasing at once, “Are you hungry or not?” You asked departing from the car and making your way into the house.

Sebastian nodded and followed you, like the man had always has done. At the door frame, Sebastian’s steps slowed, and you inquisitively stopped yours, “What happened?” You asked, the hungriness that took over your body being replaced with a short amused smiled as you watched Sebastian just standing there and staring right back at you.

“There is only you, too.” Sebastian simply replied, confirming that you were both thinking of the same evening back in the car, “And yes,” Seb laughed, “I still think that Robert is a dumb ass name.” He spoke, and you two busted into laughter as the door of your house opened, both spending the rest of the evening in your kitchen trying to make something comestible to eat out of what laid in the back of your freezer.

You were all that the other one knew, and such evenings as the one more than twenty-five years ago and the one just now were mere reminders of that. There were only you two, always.

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shurisbathwater · 2 years

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𝖥𝖤𝖤𝖫 𝖬𝖤 𝖨𝖨 . ☆

❝ 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗂. ❞

Toxic!shuri x black fem! Reader

W a r n i n g s

smut

X t r a s

Filler again as I work on sum

T a g s :

@letitias-fav

-𝐘𝐎𝐔 called Shuri for the millionth time, just for no answer back. You knew she was seeing it all as she declined most of them. After you guys made up last time, she would only come home when once every two weeks or so. It was draining for you, but you also knew that she was getting her pleasure somewhere else though she claimed she ended it. You just missed your lover.

You knew that Shuri can be a compulsive liar even when she was in the wrong. You looked at the lunch you got for her sitting on the kitchen island. You pick it up and grab your car keys. You unlock your door and head to the parking garage.

"Griot, text shuri please." You commanded the ai. "Of course y/n." The robot replied.

You

I picked up some lunch, im otw

Shuri

No need

I'm not hungry

You

I'm already on the way

Shuri

Then turn around tf?

I dont need any distractions rn.

Yeah, she was definitely hiding something. What's going on? Instead of turning around, you continue to drive to the laboratory.

You turned up there in less than ten minutes. You open the car and ask Griot to lock it. It does what its told and you enter the big area.

You took the escalator up to her lab and walked up to the big glass doors. You open the door and look around for Shuri.

There she was, Shuri was at her desk probably writing a formula and something. "Hey." You take a seat at the other side of the desk.

She looks up from her paper and gives you a dirty look. "What did I tell you about coming at unwanted times?" She rolls her eyes as she said it. "I know but..I just missed you." You pouted. She sighs and her opens her mouth to reply- but before she could say anything her phone started ringing.

The contact name was 'Lab partner' . Shuri doesn't have a lab partner, she always likes to work independently. "You never told me about a lab partner?" You furrow your brows. "Dont worry about it." She says as she flips the phone over to its backside. "Pick up the phone? If its your lab partner." You look her dead in the eye.

"Pick up the phone shuri."

She looked away, irritated. "I said don't worry about it." She replies. "I'll be home early." She says , trying to change the subject .

"Mmh." You mumble as you get up from her seat. You leave the lunch on the table and make your way out of here.

Somethings up.

And you need to figure out what it is.

ᘛ ᘚ

-𝐘𝐎𝐔 watched your phone that was charging on the night stand, contemplating if you should just call or maybe she was being truthful. It was about to go to midnight, and yet you were up waiting for her. You put your hands in your lap for a second, until you realised you couldn't have self control this one time.

You called again.

And again.

You sigh out of frustration as you call one more time. Third times a charm, right? True- because she answered this time. "I thought you were coming home early." You speak into the phone.

"I am. Gimme like an hour." She grunts. "I cant take it baby." Someone moaned in the background. Your eyes widen as you decline the call out of shock and blink back tears. Here she was, lying to you again and again. But the funny thing is that she knows you'll come back every single time. You called Your friend Riri and she answered in less than a second.

"Do you mind if I come over, Riri?" Your voice cracks.

"Are you okay love? Of course you can come."

You get up from your bed and rushed out of your bedroom. You grabbed your car keys and headed out again.

Once you reached Riri's apartment, you knocked on the door softly. She answers the door quickly. You bite your lip as she looks at you with sad eyes. "Cmere." She puts her arm around you and walks you to the living room.

"And then she..she told me it was over and I actually believed her. I cant believe id let myself be so gullible, Riri." Your voice trembled. You put your head on her shoulder and she wraps her arm around you.

To be honest, you and Riri had a friends with benefits situation. You both wanted eachother but she respected you and Shuris relationship.

She looks at you with sad eyes.

"I'm going to do something i regret, but I dont care." Her brown eyes darken.

ᘛ ᘚ

"Shit, Riri." You breathed out as she gave you sloppy kisses on your jaw, all the way down to your collarbone. She opened your legs and started to rub the spot between your legs. You gasped out of pleasure."Please, Riri." You moaned. Suddenly your phone started to vibrate, and to your surprise it was Shuri.

"Answer." She commands as you grab your phone and answer.

"Where are you?" She asked. "I'm.." you bite your tongue to stiffle your moans. "What?" Riri starts to slip off your sweat pants slowly.

"I'll be home soon." You managed to get the sentence out.

A/n: ntm on the smut ik its ....Chile anyway hope u enjoyed!

#toxic!shuri #shuri angst #shuri x you #shuri fluff #shuri x reader #shuri black panther #shuri imagine #shuri udaku #daddy panther #x black fem reader #x black reader #wlw love #shuri smut

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ilovebuckers5 · 7 months

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✧.*Not Friends pt 3*.✧

Paige Bueckers x Reader

summary - you and paige are feeling the exact opposite this time.

word count - 2.2k (again omg)

themes:

fluff

angst

warnings:

mild cussing

A/N- sorry this took so long to get out. i think what really helped me finish it was paige and aubrey staying!!!!! (idk why tf i keep on making these parts 2.2k words long its a bit annoying)

I've got to admit that the feeling of Paige's lips on mine was a feeling i really missed. the whole incident that happened was really getting to me and throughout the hours that i wasn't with Paige were hard to insufferable but still what the fuck was she doing in my bed. After getting my enjoyment out of the kiss i quickly snapped back into reality. "Paige what the fuck?" i shoved her hands off of my waist and stood up. an annoyed groan came out of her mouth as if i took a toy from a child. "Paige answer me right now! what the fuck are you doing in my bed?" i yelled at her again until an amused look grew in her eyes. she kept thinking that i was a joke or something. "Nika said you were in a bad mood and said that i should…come over." yeah right. i rolled my eyes and stomped to my bathroom then slammed the door behind me.

Paige flipped herself to face the wall that your bed was pushed against while she waited for you to get over what she thought was just a hissy fit. Paige pulled out her phone and began scrolling on tiktok to pass time by. "i'm not going back out there until you leave paige." you yelled out from the bathroom, where you were sitting down against the wall. "you do realize that i came over to comfort you not to piss you off more?" she yelled back. your hands were gripping onto your own hair, literally almost ripping your own hair out. this time you chose to ignore paige's response and stood up to take a shower. "i am taking a shower! when i get out you need to be gone!" you started running a hot shower and began taking your clothes off. before stepping in, you put out a bath mat and played some music. while you were showering, paige decided to stand up and grab her stuff. just as she was about to leave, she walked up to the bathroom door that was locked shut. "y/n? i'm sorry but-" paige began before being cutoff. "i don't want an apology paige just.leave." you yell out loud enough for paige to hear. "i love you." paige said at a volume quiet enough for it to sound like a whisper to you. then paige left. that was it at this point.

a wave of regret flooded my mind and body. i couldn't help but let out a couple tears that mixed with the water in the shower. the hot liquid ran down my bare back at what felt like the slowest pace to exist. i held back the rest of the tears and continued on with my shower. that shower was filled with nothing but tears that i tried silencing. i began to think about all that had happened in the past four days and how much i fucked up. after 2 more hours of sinking in my thoughts, i stopped the water and stepped out onto my bath mat then dried off my body. there was already a dark blue crew neck and some nike shorts laying out on my counter. i changed into those clothes and ignored all my homework and responsibilities by laying on my bed and staring at the ceiling. it was already 9 so everyone was probably getting ready for bed or already in bed. so here i was again sitting in my loneliness just waiting for something else heart shattering to happen. i held onto my blanket tightly and tried falling asleep for hours before i gave up and pulled out my computer. if i was going to rot in bed i might as well get some work done. as i did most of my homework, i kept on thinking about paige. why would she say she loves me. that girl hasn't been in a serious relationship in, what sounds like, forever. and me of all people? i'm quite literally just like any other bi girl in the world. what should make me believe her when she says she loves me? nothing. all this overthinking eventually got me to sleep everything off and by the time i woke up i was fine.

the first thing i did when my eyes finally adjusted to the light that was shining through the window was grab my phone. when the screen lit up the only thing i saw was a reminder that today was the first day of volleyball practice. the coach said that practice starts at 9am but we need to be there at 8am to go over all the other information for transfers and to get a good look at the practice room. it was currently 7:15 am so i guess it was a good time to get up. the entire thought of volleyball did a good job at distracting me from paige and all the other stresses in my life. i looked to the left and saw my empty duffel bag sitting on my ottoman. it was practically staring at me, calling my name. after i stood up and actually woke up, i went straight to the bathroom. i brushed my teeth and washed my face before the thing i was dreading most finally began. doing my hair. my goal was to have two braids going across the sides of my head and then for those two braids to lead into a twisted pony tail. the only problem was that the last time i did my own intricate hairstyle by myself was in high school.

"caroline? are you there?" i attempted to do my hair by myself but failed miserable to instead of putting myself through torture, i called caroline. i was peeking out of the bathroom doorway to see if she was at the door yet. as i was about to go and call her again, there was a knock at the door. "caroline? is that you?" i stepped up to the door and unlocked it. as soon as i saw caroline waiting at the door i pulled her into a tight hug. she laughed a little at my excitement then pulled me off of her. "ok your practice starts at 8 right?" she asked as we both walked back to my bathroom.

with carolines help my hair only took 15 minutes to finish, giving me just enough time to pack my bag and get out do the door. "thank you so much caro!" i yell out as i walked out of my dorm. i shut the door behind me and began walking to the gym. when i got there, there were already a couple girls along with the coach waiting at the gym. some girls were sitting down on benches and others were in the locker room getting changed. before talking to anyone i headed back to the locker room and got changed into a pair of shorts and a shirt that had my number on it, 17. i was already in the appropriate shoes so after changing i took a sip of water then left to go meet everyone. the first girl that caught my eye was a taller redhead. she was sitting on a bench tying her shoes. i walked up to her and tried to make small talk. i tapped the girls shoulder before speaking "hey i'm y/n! whats your name?" the red haired girl looked up at me with a bright smile on her face. "oh hi, i'm abby. your the new transfer right?" i nod softly. "mhm!" abby holds out her hand for me to shake. "well nice to meet you. i'll see you on the court"

During practice all i could think of was abby. usually i wouldn't start liking someone this quickly (other than paige) but abbys red hair wouldn't leave my head. Neither would her ice like eyes. For almost the entirety of the drills, every time i glanced at abby her eyes would lock with mine. after we finished our drills i went over to the benches to grab some water. i stared ahead and watched as abby approached me. i had to tilt my head up a little just to look at her before she sat down beside me. a small chill ran down my back as her arm grazed mine. one thing that i noticed was that our water bottles were the same color, a pale blue with matching silver logos. "hey you did really good for your first practice!" abby nudged my shoulder to get my attention. "oh thank you! you did too" i say back at her with a kind smile on my face. "have you played volleyball for a while?" abby said before taking a small sip of water. "yeah i've been playing basically since middle school. its kind of the only sport i could get into playing." abby nodded along while adjusting her hair. her hair was in a tight slick pack pony tail. no bumps and no fly aways. yet her jawline was still so defined and sharp. it felt like her jawline was cutting me as i stared at it. "you got a good view there?" the redhead said between the hair tie she held in her mouth while her hands worked at her ponytail. my eyes quickly flashed back up to hers and had a look of fear in them now. "i-i'm sorry- i just.." my words were stumbling over themselves. the mixture of abby's eyes staring into mine while she just caught me staring at her jawline sent me into an absolute panic. "its ok dont worry about it" abby nudged my shoulder again as she stood up and went to the locker room to change. after abby left i couldn't do anything but think about the awkwardness in that situation. i fucking blew it.

once i got changed into my previous clothes, i walked back up to abby. she was currently talking to an even taller blonde haired girl. "no yeah i'm so glad to see yo-" the blonde said before i practically intruded the two girls. " hey abby i'm so sorry about earlier i didn't mean to sta-" before i finish apologizing, the blonde stepped forward. "you know its rude to interrupt peoples conversations." i felt my heart drop to my stomach. this blonde girl was so much taller than me, it was painfully intimidating. she looked down at me with a deathly look in her eyes. the three of us sat there for what felt like forever until the blonde finally spoke up. "im just kidding! your totally good! my names jessica by the way, but just call me jess" a wave of relief flooded my body when abby and jess erupted into laughter. "abby was just telling me about what just happened" she slowed down her words near the end of her sentence. "but really girl your fine it was a simple accident. infact just to ensure you that we are on perfect terms…." abby paused to pull out her phone. "put in your number and text me when you can ok?" still in a form of shock, i reach out and type my number into her phone. i had just met this girl 2 hours ago and i already got my number in her phone? insane to me.

instead of going straight to my dorm, i decided to drive over to the girls basketball team house. this whole abby situation was the one thing i couldn't keep inside for the next couple days. as soon as i pulled into the driveway, i slammed my car door and rushed through the front door of the house. i didn't even know which girls were in the main living room and which weren't. instead i sped over to nika's room and saw her sitting at her desk, working on whatever essay she had to do. "nika nika nika guess what!" she quickly spun around to face me. "what what what?" all i could do was jump and squeal around nika's room. without saying anything, i leaped onto the brunettes bed and shoved my face into her pillow while screaming incoherently. nika stood up and grabbed my shoulders and almost yelling in my face. "what is it!?" i took a moment to catch my breath, then explained to nika what happened. " so obviously today was the first volleyball practice and god i sound like a 12 year old but i met this girl her names abby and shes so cute and shes so pretty and i don't even know if she likes girls but oh my god i got her number and we had this like moment where she caught me staring at her jawline and she was all like 'no yeah girl its cool don't worry about' but like I GOT HER NUMBER." the words just poured out of my mouth like water from a waterfall. the more i began to rant the more i noticed nika's eyelids slowly closing. although i wanted to rant more and more about my new girlfriend who is not really my girlfriend but definitely is my girlfriend, i saved nika the boredom and stopped myself.

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