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aeniiverse · 30 days ago

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CO-PARENTING A CAT

Synopsis — You and Karina broke up three months ago. It was clean, it was adult, it was entirely her idea. But neither of you thought about what it would mean for Miso your shared, overly dramatic, tuna-obsessed cat who now requires joint custody and emotionally complicated drop-offs.

contains — fluff, angst (maybe a sprinkle), exes to lovers, miso is a bit sassy 😭 (I love her), not much warnings lol

WORD COUNT — 2.5k

A/N — Karina just wants to get back together with you and the cat is a perfect excuse 🙏, have this short fic while I start planning out a longer one

You don’t expect to see her when you open the door in your oversized hoodie and one sock missing, but there she is. Karina. Holding Miso in one arm like a prize she’s just won in a claw machine, lips pursed and eyes wide like she wasn’t planning on seeing you either. The cat meows bored, judgmental, as if she’s the one being inconvenienced and Karina finally speaks.

“She was at my door again,” she says, shifting her weight like the three seconds of silence have started to burn. “Scratched it too. I think she hates me.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Miso hates everyone. She’s fair like that.”

“She didn’t hate you when we were dating.”

You pause. And that’s the thing about Karina. She’s always been good at slipping the most dangerous sentences into the most harmless moments. Like she’s tossing grenades in with the groceries. You open the door wider, silently letting her in because fighting in the hallway would mean acknowledging to your neighbors that you’re still, sort of, accidentally, in each other’s lives.

Karina walks in like it’s still her place, like she remembers the way the floorboards creak near the fridge and where you keep the emergency Miso treats even though you moved them last month. Miso jumps out of her arms the second she spots the empty food bowl, trotting off like this whole “shared custody” arrangement isn’t ruining your peace.

“You cut your hair,” Karina says, and you swear her voice softens. You resist the urge to touch it, resist the part of you that wants to explain how post-breakup chaos spiraled into a salon visit where you panicked and said “surprise me.”

“You dyed yours,” you shoot back, because this is what the two of you do now, dodge real things with stupid observations. But then you see the way she smiles, just barely, and you hate how much you missed it. How much you still know it by heart.

Karina crouches to pet Miso, who rolls onto her side and purrs like she didn’t just abandon you two hours ago. “I think she’s manipulating us.”

“She’s a cat.”

“She’s your cat.”

You don’t say it, but that’s not true. Not anymore. Miso was a joint decision. She was an “our” cat. Back when you were an “our” instead of a weird arrangement involving Google calendar custody swaps and avoiding the third drawer in the kitchen because it still has Karina’s chopsticks in it. You don’t throw them out. You don’t know why.

“So,” Karina says, standing up and dusting her hands like she just did something heroic. “Should we talk about the scratching or…?”

“She’s probably just mad you don’t feed her the good stuff.”

“I literally bought that overpriced tuna mousse she likes.”

“You mean the one you used to say ‘smelled like ocean trash’?”

“I’ve grown. People grow.”

You snort, and you hate that it feels natural. You hate how she still makes you laugh in that stupid, knee-jerk way. Like your ribcage remembers her before your brain can stop it. She notices of course she notices and that smug, infuriating smile spreads across her face like it never left.

“I can leave,” she offers suddenly, even though she hasn’t moved an inch. “I just didn’t want her to get run over again. You remember last time—”

“I remember you crying harder than she did.”

“She had a cone! She looked like a furry UFO!”

You laugh. Really laugh. And for a second, it feels like you’re back in that strange little bubble you two built together. Where nothing made sense but it didn’t have to, because at least you had each other. But then the silence creeps in again, heavier this time. And you both know what’s missing.

Karina clears her throat. “Anyway. I can… take her back tonight if it’s too much.”

You want to say no. You want to say yes. You want to ask her if she still uses your Netflix profile and if she misses falling asleep next to you and if she meant it when she said it was better this way. But instead you say, “She’s already here. Might as well let her stay.”

And maybe you’re not just talking about the cat.

You’re halfway through a sad microwave dinner and a worse true crime documentary when your phone buzzes with a message from Karina: ”Miso’s acting weird. Like… really weird. Is she supposed to do that thing with her eye??” There’s a photo attached. Miso, mid-yawn. Not dead. Not dying. Just annoyed. You blink at the image for a long moment, then reread the text. Twice. Because it’s either an actual emergency or Karina being dramatic, and you’ve known her long enough to know those two things often look exactly the same.

Still, she said “really weird.” And that’s just enough to push you out the door.

When you show up at Karina’s apartment, you’re out of breath and slightly pissed, mostly because you didn’t have time to put on real pants. She opens the door in her stupid soft cardigan and even stupider wide eyes like she’s genuinely surprised you came. Which is insane. She knows you. She knows the second she says “Miso” and “weird” in the same sentence, you’ll drop everything.

“She stopped blinking for like twenty seconds,” Karina says as you step inside, voice hushed like Miso might hear her and take offense. “That’s not normal, right?”

You walk straight past her to the living room where Miso is perched like a smug little gremlin on the back of the couch. She looks up at you, unimpressed. You reach out a hand, and she immediately headbutts it, purring like an engine. Zero signs of trauma. No eye twitching. Just healthy, spoiled indifference.

“She’s fine,” you say, turning around slowly. “You made me run over here because she blinked weird?”

“I panicked!” Karina throws her arms up. “It was either call you or Google it, and I didn’t want to see something that said she had feline eye cancer or some shit.”

You want to be mad. You really do. But she’s doing that thing again wringing her hands in her sleeves, lips pressing into a guilty pout, eyes flickering everywhere but your face. Like she’s trying to look casual and failing spectacularly.

“You could’ve just said you wanted to see me,” you mutter before you can stop yourself.

The silence that follows is loud enough to make Miso flatten her ears.

Karina looks at you. Actually looks. And for a moment, it’s like you’re both back at the beginning, before the breakup, before the calendar swaps and cold distance and pretending you don’t miss each other. Her face softens, jaw unclenching just slightly. “I didn’t think I had the right.”

You sit on the edge of the couch, gently scooping Miso into your lap. “You gave her tuna mousse last week. I think you forfeited your moral high ground then.”

Karina groans and flops onto the other end of the couch like she’s been holding her drama in all day. “Okay, but have you seen her face when she eats it?.”

“She’s a cat.”

“She’s a tiny angel with expensive taste.”

You roll your eyes but don’t argue. Miso stretches luxuriously across your legs, clearly enjoying the attention. Karina glances at the two of you, then hugs a pillow to her chest like it might keep her from saying something stupid. It doesn’t.

“I thought I was over this,” she says quietly.

Your heart stutters. “Over what?”

“This. You. Wanting to make up reasons to text you. Sitting around hoping you’ll ask for a sleepover again just so I can pretend it’s not a big deal.”

You freeze. Because you weren’t expecting that. Not from her. the one who ended it. The one who said she needed space, clarity, whatever. You’d nodded, swallowed your hurt, let her go. But now she’s looking at you like none of it made her feel better. Like maybe walking away wasn’t some strong, mature decision but a mistake wrapped in fear.

“Then why’d you end it?” you ask. The question hangs in the air like smoke thin and choking.

Karina doesn’t answer right away. She picks at the edge of the pillow, lips tugging down. “Because I thought you deserved someone who wasn’t scared all the time. Who didn’t freeze every time things got serious. I didn’t want to ruin it.”

“You ruined it anyway.”

“I know.”

And that’s the part that stings the most, how calm she is about it. How she says it like she’s been carrying the guilt around every day, tucked inside all the moments where she played it cool and acted like she didn’t miss you. You shift under the weight of Miso and the truth pressing down on your chest.

“I kept your hoodie,” she says suddenly. “The blue one. It still smells like you.”

You blink.

“I didn’t mean to. I just… never gave it back. And now it’s like… this comfort thing? Is that weird? That’s probably weird.”

You stare at her. “Do you sleep in it?”

She shrinks into the pillow. “Sometimes.”

Your laugh is soft, disbelieving. “You fake a cat emergency and sleep in my clothes and you’re wondering if that’s the weird part?”

Karina groans and hides her face. “God, I sound so creepy.”

“No,” you say. “You sound like someone who didn’t want to let go.”

She peeks out, hopeful. “What if I don’t?”

You look down at Miso, who’s blissfully unaware of the emotional mess she’s caused. Then back at Karina, at the flush on her cheeks, the nervous curl of her fingers, the quiet hope in her voice. She doesn’t look like someone who’s moved on. She looks like someone who’s been waiting for a sign.

“You didn’t have to pretend,” you say softly. “You could’ve just said you missed me.”

Karina bites her lip. “I missed you so much it was pathetic.”

You smile. “Good.”

Her eyes widen. “Good?”

“Yeah,” you say, nudging Miso gently to the side as you shift closer. “Because I missed you too.”

There’s a pause, charged and soft at the same time. Then she leans in like gravity’s pulling her there, like she’s done waiting. Her voice drops just above a whisper. “So… does this mean I can stop inventing medical emergencies to see you?”

“No promises,” you tease. “But maybe next time, just say hi like a normal person.”

“Normal’s boring,” she murmurs, and then she kisses you.

It’s tentative at first. Careful. Like she’s afraid you might change your mind. But you don’t. You kiss her back, slow and sure, and when she exhales against your mouth like relief, you realize you’re both still in love. Just slightly less afraid now.

Miso meows loudly between you, possibly out of protest. Possibly because she’s no longer the center of attention.

Karina pulls back, grinning. “I think she’s jealous.”

“She’s just mad she can’t fake another crisis now that the truth’s out.”

You both laugh, leaning into each other, the tension finally breaking.

And maybe it took fake emergencies and tuna mousse and an emotionally manipulative cat to get here, but you’re here. Together. Again.

Sort of.

Almost.

Just enough.

You wake up to the sound of purring and something soft against your cheek. For a brief, disoriented second, you think it’s a dream the one of those warm, sugar-fogged ones where everything is right again and Karina’s still yours. But then you blink, and the ceiling isn’t yours, and the blanket smells like Karina’s detergent, and Miso is fully sprawled across your face like the world’s most possessive weighted blanket. You groan, gently shifting her to the side, and that’s when you feel it. Karina’s arm curled loosely around your waist, her breath steady against the back of your neck, like she never let go at all.

You don’t move. You don’t even breathe for a second. Just lie there, frozen in this strange, tender limbo where maybe you’re not exes, maybe you never were, maybe last night was the first step back to something you weren’t brave enough to fight for before.

Then her voice breaks the quiet, sleepy and rough at the edges. “You drool in your sleep.”

You reach back and smack her arm without turning around. “You kissed me last night.”

“Technically, you kissed me back.”

You finally roll over, careful not to disturb the ball of fur between you. Karina’s hair is a disaster, her eyeliner smudged, one cheek creased from the pillow and she still looks stupidly, unfairly pretty. You hate that it makes your heart do cartwheels. You hate that all it took was one dumb night of honesty and tuna mousse to unravel weeks of distance.

“You really missed me?” you ask, quieter this time. Not teasing. Not testing. Just needing.

Karina nods, eyes meeting yours. “I missed you so much I started naming my plants after you. Even the cactus.”

You stare. “Why the cactus?”

“Because it’s prickly and hard to take care of but it still makes me happy.”

You bury your face in the pillow to muffle the groan. “That’s the worst metaphor I’ve ever heard.”

“Yeah, well, I’ve been emotionally constipated for weeks. Let me live.”

There’s a beat of silence, just long enough to make both of you feel the shift. Like something fragile is settling between you, just out of reach. You lift your head and meet her gaze again, softer now.

“So what does this mean?” you ask. “Was last night a one-time makeout brought to you by guilt and cat anxiety, or…?”

Karina hesitates, then slowly, carefully, reaches for your hand beneath the blanket. Her fingers lace through yours, and her grip is warm. Steady. “It means I want to try again. If you’ll let me. No more running. No more hiding behind Miso.”

You glance down at the cat, who is now asleep with one paw dramatically draped over Karina’s stomach like she’s claiming her.

“She forgives you,” you say.

Karina smiles. “What about you?”

You think about the hoodie she kept, the look on her face when she kissed you, the way she’s holding your hand like she never wants to let go again.

“I think so.”

Karina squeezes your hand. “Good. That means I’ve got time to win you back properly.”

You arch an eyebrow. “Properly? Is that code for elaborate gestures or more fake cat emergencies?”

She grins. “Oh no. I’m done lying. Next time I want to see you, I’m just gonna show up with coffee and a tragic playlist and say, ‘I’m still in love with you, please let me in.’”

You snort. “That sounds terrifying.”

“Yeah, well,” she says, tugging you closer until your forehead brushes hers, “so is losing you again.”

And when you finally lean in, kissing her like you mean it this time no confusion, no fear. Miso lets out the most offended meow imaginable and storms off the bed like she wasn’t the reason you’re here in the first place.

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cheftsunoda · 14 days ago

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secrets are no fun (unless shared with everyone)

part six

extremely wordy

lewis hamilton x !sister reader

max verstappen x hamilton reader

part one here

part two here

part three here

part four here

part five here

ayana hamilton, the younger sister of seven-time world champion lewis hamilton, has seemingly achieved everything she could ever desire— a successful career as a music producer and artist, been all around the world, has a supportive family and a loving husband—however, that’s a secret that no one, not even her brother, knows about—her husband is also an f1 driver. lewis has always made it his mission to prevent ayana from dating a driver— but is it technically considered dating if they are married? ;)

fc : tyla

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It started with my phone vibrating violently on the marble kitchen counter.

Three missed calls from Solana.

One from my publicist.

And a text from Carmen that just read

'Babe- don't look online just yet.'

So, naturally, I did.

I opened Instagram and saw it.

A blurry, long-lens photo of me and Max, not a tabloid rumor or a gossip item this time, but undeniable proof. Me tucked into his chest on a balcony in St. Barts. A kiss at the corner of my jaw. His hand across my belly. The caption didn’t need to say much.

EXCLUSIVE: Max Verstappen’s Secret Wife and Their Baby on the Way — Close Source Confirms It’s Lewis Hamilton’s Sister-- Ayana Hamilton.

Underneath, the watermark: Provided by Jos Verstappen.

My knees buckled. Literally. I had to sit down.

I stared at the screen, heart thudding, the walls of the apartment suddenly feeling like they were pressing in.

Max’s footsteps came from the hallway a second later. “I just got off the sim—what happened?”

I didn’t say anything. I just turned the screen toward him.

His eyes scanned the headline. His jaw locked so tight it looked like it hurt.

He didn’t say “What the fuck?” or “How did they get this?” or even “Are you okay?”

He stood still.

Too still.

He mumbled.

“He crossed the line.”

I’d seen Max angry before. At races, at strategy decisions, in traffic.

But this was different. Quiet. Controlled. Dangerous.

He pulled out his phone, thumb moving fast over the screen.

I stood slowly. “Max. Don’t call him when you’re this mad.”

“I’m not mad,” he said evenly. “I’m done.”

He pressed the call button.

I could hear it ring through the speaker. Once. Twice.

“Max,” Jos answered, tone neutral, like he didn’t just nuke our privacy.

“How could you,” Max said, calm but sharp. “How could you do that to her? To us?”

There was a pause. “You weren’t being honest. I had a right to—”

“You had no right,” Max cut in, voice rising. “You sold your son’s life to a gossip rag for what? Control? To punish me for not dragging Ayana through a public circus like you dragged my mom? Like you dragged me?”

My throat tightened.

“You think leaking our private life would scare her off? Embarrass her?” Max’s voice broke a little. “She’s stronger than you’ll ever understand.”

There was silence on the other end of the line. And then—

“You’re making a mistake.”

“No,” Max said. “I’m protecting my family. And that means keeping them far from you.”

He hung up. Just like that.

He turned toward me, eyes burning — not with rage now, but with something that cracked my heart open.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I should’ve cut him out months ago. I thought maybe if we stayed quiet, he'd stay out of it. I was wrong.”

I crossed the space between us and buried myself in his chest. “This isn’t your fault.”

He held me tighter than ever. Then we heard the door. Lewis walked in like a storm — sunglasses still on, hoodie pulled low, phone in his hand. He didn’t say hello. Just marched straight into the kitchen, laid the phone face down, and looked between us.

“He really did it,” he said.

Max nodded once. I watched Lewis carefully. There was something unreadable in his eyes, some quiet calculation. But instead of saying “I told you so,” or unloading his own fury, Lewis stepped forward and looked Max square in the face.

“You’re not walking away from her, right?”

Max blinked. “What? No.”

“She’s pregnant. And I know the last twenty-four hours just exploded, but if you’re in this for real, Max…” Lewis paused. “Then I need to know you’ll fight for her harder than anyone.”

Max didn’t hesitate. “I’d give everything for her. You already know that.”

Lewis looked at me, then back at Max. And finally, finally, he nodded. Not a small one. A full, deliberate tilt — the kind of unspoken approval that meant more than words ever could. Then he pulled me into his chest, and I nearly cried.

“You’re not alone in this, Ayana,” he whispered. “Whatever happens next, I’m here. You’ve got me. And you’ve got him.”

He looked at Max again.

“Just don’t make me regret it.”

Max reached across and gripped Lewis’s hand.

“I won’t. I swear to you."

And in that room, beneath the storm of headlines and betrayal, we found something stronger. Family. Chosen and blood. United. And ready to face whatever came next.

—

It was late — that heavy kind of late where the city outside the windows had gone quiet, and the only sounds inside were the occasional soft clink of a mug or the rustle of fabric as someone shifted on the couch.

I was curled up in my favorite oversized cardigan, knees tucked to my chest, a mug of peppermint tea going cold in my hands. Max sat close beside me, one arm draped across the back of the couch like it belonged there. Solana was perched on the edge of the coffee table, in leggings and a hoodie, eyes wide and thoughtful. Lewis leaned against the kitchen island with his arms crossed, quiet but present. My phone sat on the coffee table. Still open to the email from Vogue.

‘We’d love to offer Ayana a full cover profile. Her story, in her words. No restrictions. Print and digital. Let us help her take back the narrative.’

It had been sitting there for two days. But now… it was time.

“I think I want to do it,” I said softly, voice steady even though my chest felt like it was caving in a little.

Solana was the first to react — her hand shot up immediately. “YES. Finally. It’s time the world hears your version, not Jos’ nasty leak or the tabloids stitching together guesses.”

Lewis’ eyes didn’t move from me. “You sure?”

I nodded. “I’ve been thinking about it nonstop. Every time I see another headline or some tweet with ten thousand likes from someone who thinks they know me… it just—” I sighed. “It’s exhausting. And now that I’m… carrying this baby, it feels bigger than just me. I want to own the story before it owns me.”

Max reached for my hand, threading his fingers through mine. “I’ll support you no matter what you decide. But if you do this, I want it to be on your terms. No filters. No fake narratives.”

I squeezed his hand. “Exactly. I don’t want to hide anymore. I want to talk about the music, the marriage, the baby. And I want to talk about what it means to love someone in this world who people think I should never have been with.”

Solana let out a soft “mmm” like she was already planning the visuals. “You in a sheer custom gown with your belly barely showing, candles everywhere, soft lighting… You and Max holding hands in one shot, but the focus is on you. Centered. Empowered.”

Lewis finally moved, walking toward us with the kind of calm that always meant he’d been processing something deeply.

“If you do this…” he started, then looked at me with that older-brother stare that never softened, “you need to be ready for every reaction. Good, bad, cruel. Once it’s out there, it’s out there. No take-backs.”

“I know,” I said.

“I’ll stand behind you no matter what,” he said. “But just remember: the world will try to define you the second you give them something to hold.”

I looked at him, at Solana, at Max — at the family I had built and fought for and bled with.

“They’ve already tried,” I said. “But this time? I get to speak.”

Max kissed the back of my hand. “You were born for this.”

Solana reached for her phone like she was already texting a stylist. “We’re manifesting an iconic shoot. Pregnancy power. Music royalty. Married to a four-time world champion? Oh, the girls are going to SCREAM.” I laughed for the first time all night.

The story wasn’t breaking — I was telling it.

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We left before sunrise, the city still asleep beneath the soft amber haze of streetlamps and mist. Max didn’t say much — he just tossed our bags into the back of the convertible, handed me a decaf coffee, and drove.

He always knew when I needed silence more than reassurance. And right now, I didn’t want words. I just wanted air. Stillness. Something that didn’t ask me to explain myself or perform or brace for impact.

We drove for hours along the coast, the ocean to our right turning bluer with every mile, cliffs and wildflower-covered hills rolling past us like scenes from a movie I didn’t want to end. My curls whipped around my face, my hand trailing out the window, catching the breeze like I could bottle it for later.

By the time we pulled into the tucked-away little cove, the sun was high and warm. It was hidden between rocky cliffs and overgrown brush, no signs, no luxury yachts — just sand and water and a peace I hadn’t felt in weeks.

“This used to be my hideout,” Max said, killing the engine. “Before F1 got loud. Before the world started watching.”

I turned to him, raising a brow. “And now you’re sharing it with me?”

He shrugged, smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You are the world I want to disappear with.”

God, this man.

We kicked off our shoes and walked barefoot down the winding path, bags slung over our shoulders, silence stretching golden between us. The sand was soft and pale, the waves calm and endless, glittering in the sun like someone had poured champagne over the horizon.

Max laid out a blanket and sank onto it, legs stretched, arms propped behind him. I joined him a beat later, leaning back against his chest, his arms wrapping instinctively around my middle. My hands rested over his, just above the place where a new life had quietly started to grow.

It was still surreal sometimes.

Not just the baby but the fact that we’d managed to hold onto this… us.

“I keep thinking about the Vogue interview,” I murmured after a while, watching the clouds drift lazily above us. “How much I should say. How much I want to say.”

Max didn’t respond right away. He just rubbed small, slow circles into the side of my arm, like he was tracing thoughts into my skin before speaking them aloud.

“You don’t owe anyone your full story,” he said softly. “But if it helps you to tell it, if it gives you power back — then do it. But only if it’s for you. Not for the headlines. Not for their forgiveness.”

I turned in his arms, resting my chin on his chest so I could look at him. “A part of me is tired of hiding. I want to say it. All of it. The love, the fear, the mess, the joy. I want them to know it didn’t just happen to me — I chose it.”

He smiled gently. “Then say it. Loudly. Clearly. And know I’ll be right there when you do.”

Later, we walked along the shoreline, waves crashing around our ankles. I let my skirt get soaked, laughing as it clung to my legs, and Max reached for my hand, swinging it playfully between us.

We found a tide pool full of tiny, glinting shells. I crouched down to inspect one, and Max watched me like I was the most fascinating thing in the world — not anyone’s sister or secret. Just… me.

That night, after the sun slipped beneath the horizon and painted the sky in rose and indigo, we lay tangled on the blanket under a thousand stars. No noise. No cameras. Just the ocean breathing steady in the dark and the feel of Max’s heartbeat under my cheek.

“Whatever happens next,” I whispered, “don’t let me forget this. How quiet the world can be. How simple.”

He kissed the top of my head, his hand on my stomach. “This is ours, Ayana. The noise can’t take it.”

—

I woke up before the sun, my body buzzing with nerves long before my feet hit the floor.

Today wasn’t just another shoot. It wasn’t another press obligation or fashion moment or music roll-out. This was it — the day I stopped letting the headlines speak for me. The day I chose to show up in every form I’ve ever been: wife, sister, daughter, artist… and now, quietly, a mother-to-be.

The Vogue team had taken over a private estate in the hills above Cannes — stone walls wrapped in ivy, gardens blooming in wild disobedience, glass-walled rooms washed in soft morning light. The kind of place where stories were meant to be told.

I was already in the makeup chair when Lewis arrived. He slipped through the door in sunglasses and a navy hoodie, greeting the crew with quiet smiles, then came to stand behind me. He didn’t say anything for a while — just looked at me in the mirror.

“You ready?” he asked, voice low.

I looked back at my reflection — skin glowing, curls pinned in soft loops, my cheekbones a little sharper than usual, but my eyes steady.

“I think I’ve never been more ready for anything,” I said, and meant it.

He smiled then — proud, soft. “Let’s make them listen.”

His eyes darted down to my exposed stomach and I watched as his smile grew.

"You're showing." He said and on instinct I reached for my growing bump.

"I guess I am." I said with a small smile.

Solana arrived next, wrapped in a cherry-red trench and a silk headscarf. She immediately took over a corner of the dressing room, talking to the stylist about fabric and lighting and “emotional texture.” Leave it to her to make vibes a tangible art direction.

Then Max.

He slipped in without fanfare, dressed down in a soft sweater and jeans, hair still slightly wet from his morning shower. He caught my eyes from across the room and gave me a look — gentle, grounding, full of the quiet pride only he ever gave me. Just because I was his.

The shoot began with wide garden shots — the kind of romantic, painterly scenes Vogue loved. The gown they put me in was custom: sheer and golden, made of layered silk and hand-sewn crystals that caught the light with every movement. It wasn’t maternity-wear, not exactly.

I stood barefoot in the grass as the photographer adjusted his lens. I could feel Lewis watching me from just off-frame, arms crossed, head tilted. Solana had climbed up onto a stone bench and was directing angles like she was running the set herself. Max stayed back, just behind the cameras, hands in his pockets, eyes never leaving me.

“This is your power pose,” the photographer called. “You’re not looking at us. We’re just lucky to be here.”

I turned my face toward the sun. I let the wind take my dress, the light bathe my skin. And for a moment — I didn’t think about the headlines, the leaked stories, the judgment. I thought about the baby. About Max’s hand on my belly the night before. About my music, my future, my truth. This was my moment. Not stolen. Not handed to me. Claimed.

The interview came later, indoors, where the estate’s library had been transformed into a soft-lit studio with velvet chairs and cameras hidden behind warm lamp glow. The writer, a soft-spoken woman with kind eyes, let me speak freely.

“First of all,” she began, voice warm, “thank you for doing this. We know it’s a rare thing for you to sit down in front of the camera.”

I smiled. “It’s a rare thing for me to stop moving.”

We both laughed, and then she gently leaned in, recorder balanced on her knee.

“Let’s start here,” She said. “You’ve been a successful producer and artist for nearly 6 years. But most of the world only recently started calling you by name. Was that by choice?”

I nodded. “Absolutely. I love being behind the curtain. I always have. When your brother is Lewis Hamilton, you learn early what public life takes from you. I didn’t want the spotlight — I just wanted the music.”

“But now the spotlight is very much on you,” she said. “Is it uncomfortable?”

I thought for a moment. “Sometimes. But I think what’s shifted is... I’m choosing it. And that makes all the difference.”

She flipped a page in her notebook. “Let’s talk about the headlines. The ones about Max. The secret relationship. The secret marriage. And now... a baby on the way.”

My heart fluttered, but I didn’t flinch. Not anymore.

“Yes,” I said simply. “All of that is true.”

“How did it start?”

I smiled to myself, glancing down. “It started quietly. We met at an event in Monaco, and I don’t know what I expected, but... he was calm. Gentle. A little intense, but in a way that felt safe. He didn’t care who my brother was. Or what I did. He just asked me what I loved. And then listened.”

She tilted her head. “When did you know it was real?”

I looked toward the window for a moment, the memory still soft and gold in my mind. “After a long studio session, I was exhausted and stressed, and he just sat on the floor beside me while I mixed a track. Didn’t talk. Just sat there, doing nothing, like being next to me was enough. I think that’s when I knew.”

She smiled. “And marriage? That was in Vegas?”

I laughed lightly. “Yes. After the Grand Prix. It was impulsive, but it didn’t feel reckless. It felt... like we were finally doing something for us. Not the press. Not the teams. Not the families. Just us.”

She hesitated, then asked gently, “Were you scared to tell Lewis?”

I nodded. “More than anything. He’s my best friend. My anchor. And I knew how the optics would look from the outside — Max and Lewis haven’t always been easy to put in the same sentence. But Lewis loves me more than he hates the drama. And he saw the way Max treats me. That was enough.”

A pause between us.

“And Jos?”

I shifted slightly. “I won’t speak much on that. I’ll just say this: not everyone has the emotional capacity to understand a love that doesn’t benefit them. Max has made his choice, and it’s not conditional.”

“Was the pregnancy planned?”

I exhaled, a smile tugging at my lips. “No. But it’s the best surprise I’ve ever received.”

She waited a beat. “And now? What are you most afraid of?”

I blinked at the question. I wasn’t expecting it. But I didn’t shy away.

“Losing myself. Or more honestly — being misrepresented. I’m not some dramatic headline or backroom scandal. I’m a woman in a powerful position, who dared to love someone unexpected, dared to protect that love, and dared to build a life on her own terms. I just don’t want to be flattened.”

“And what are you most proud of?” she asked.

I didn’t even need to think.

“That I kept choosing love. Even when it was hard. Even when it cost me quiet. Even when it wasn’t ‘smart.’ I kept choosing it. And it kept choosing me back.”

Silence followed. Not awkward, but reverent. Like the moment deserved room to echo.

Then she smiled.

“I think the world’s about to meet the real Ayana Hamilton.”

I smiled back, hand drifting gently to my stomach.

“About time.”

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After the interview, the crew drifted out, the photographer hugging me goodbye, the writer thanking me for my honesty. But I barely heard them. My head was spinning—not with panic, but with clarity. I turned to find Lewis, Max, and Solana waiting across the room. My people.

Lewis stepped forward first. He opened his arms without a word and wrapped me in a hug so fierce and silent I felt tears sting the back of my throat again.

“I’m proud of you,” he whispered against my hair. “That was everything.”

Solana pulled me into her arms so tight. “My best friend is Vogue cover material and carrying F1 royalty. I��m sorry, is anyone else doing it like you? I’ll wait.”

She made me chuckle and pressed a kiss lightly to my cheek and twirling me towards Max. He didn’t say much. He just came up behind me, pressed his hand gently to my back, and kissed the top of my head.

“You did it, liefde,” he whispered. “And the world heard you.”

And for the first time since everything exploded — the marriage, the baby, the leaks — I felt… calm. No more hiding. No more waiting to be found out. This was the beginning of the story we were finally writing ourselves.

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By sunrise, the world knew. The Vogue piece had gone live at midnight sharp. The images, sun-drenched, golden, untouchably soft, flooded every feed. My name, my words, my story. Not speculation. Not rumor. Me. It was everywhere.

On my phone screen, the notifications blurred into a constant vibration. Mentions. Shares. Headlines.

Ayana Hamilton Steps into Her Power.

Secret Wife. Soon-to-Be Mother. Producer Royalty.

I wasn’t hiding anymore. And it seemed… people didn’t want me to. Some posts praised the quiet strength in my words. Others dissected every quote about Max, every emotion on my face, every layered meaning behind lines that had taken me months to live and minutes to say. Most were kind. Some weren’t. But I’d made peace with that.

Lewis sent me a text first.

'You did what only you could do. You told the truth and made it art. Proud of you always. Love you more than words, A.'

Solana called after sunrise, yelling joyfully down the line while her assistant shouted about streaming numbers for the album.

“Girl, you shut the internet DOWN. Like… Vogue.com CRASHED. You made history and looked fine doing it.”

But I didn’t feel chaotic or overwhelmed. I felt… still. The kind of quiet you get when the storm finally passes and you realize you’re still standing. And then I turned — and saw Max in the doorway of our bedroom, barefoot, hoodie sleeves pushed to his elbows, holding a mug of coffee in one hand and his phone in the other.

“Morning,” I said softly.

He didn’t say anything at first. Just crossed the room slowly, set the tea on the nightstand, and knelt beside the bed. He placed the phone down and took my hand.

“I read it twice,” he said quietly. “Then again out loud.”

“Too much?”

He shook his head, eyes on mine. “It was perfect. You were perfect.”

I let out a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding. “People are going to have opinions.”

“Let them,” he said without hesitation. “They don’t get to define you. They never did.”

I studied his face — the quiet tension in his jaw, the pride that softened it, the subtle emotion that clouded his eyes.

“You’re crying,” I whispered.

“No,” he said, with the smallest, sheepish smile. “I’m just sweating. From my… eyes.”

I laughed, and he leaned forward, resting his head against my stomach. His palm followed, splayed gently over the small swell.

“You told the world,” he murmured, lips brushing the fabric of my shirt. “And you didn’t hide me.”

“I never wanted to,” I said softly, threading my fingers into his hair. “But I wanted it to be ours first.”

He looked up at me. “Thank you for letting me be yours. Even when I didn’t deserve it. Even when it got hard.”

I smiled, eyes full. “You always deserved it. We just had to fight for it.”

And then, with the world still spinning loud outside, articles updating by the minute, paparazzi likely camped outside the gates — we stayed there. In the center of our chaos. In the quiet.

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fefispider · 1 month ago

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— ִ ࣪𖤐 you and felix broke up and the members send you texts.

part 2/2

- part one is here :)

જ⁀➴ contains: narration, lil bit of angst, fluff, gn reader ! it's really short but I hope you enjoy it!

୨୧ Han

୨୧ I.N

★ your POV

Minho got in touch with the other boys and some of them ended up coming to your apartment to spend the day with you. Chan and Changbin's offer to be a shoulder for you to cry on, along with Minho's insistence into talking better with you about your relationship and Han's suggestion to have some beer all came in handy when you opened that door and let them all in as the clock hit mid-day. Your Saturday wouldn't be so sorrowful anymore, or so you thought.

Of course you were all a mess as the night settled in, everyone lamenting past relationships and you, specially, sharing your recent experience about breaking up with someone you considered to be the love of your life. Minho made you drink water while Chan hugged you, your sad sobs now the only sound that could be heard since no one really knew what to say - and Han was practically dead on the rug, sleeping like a baby.

You didn't really know who opened the door for Hyunjin, but there he was, brows furrowed and eyes fixed on your figure; he hated it so much because he knew Felix was suffering too, and Felix was his favorite person. If Felix was suffering, and the person he loved was too, it meant the universe weren't being too kind.

"I got a day off." Hyunjin announced after you were calmer and listening, Han still asleep.

"What do you mean?" Chan questioned, not really following as it came out of the blue.

"For Felix. And ended up taking that day for the rest of us too."

"Oh." You muttered, remembering his texts. "That arrangement."

"So this is for you." Minho immediately understood, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

"Didn't really want it." You hugged your legs, feeling vulnerable while everyone looked at you and pitied you.

"Hyunjin must've promised something." Changbin narrowed.

"He said he will teach me pottery." You looked at him with narrowed eyes as well.

"Tsk. I'll believe it when I see it." Minho snickered.

"Yah! I didn't teach them yet because I didn't get enough time. Clay takes patience!" He defended himself. "Anyway, meet him on Tuesday, you can use my dorm. Since I know Felix won't agree to meet up with you, I'll set him up."

"Woah." Chan laughed a bit.

"Of course he would meet up!" Changbin was confused.

"No, he's too scared of rejection." Chan added.

"Exactly." Hyunjin agreed. Minho was still comforting you as he held your hand.

"I don't know about this..." You murmured.

"You have to try. Don't you still love him?" Minho tried.

"I do but-"

"You already have your answer."

You were so damn nervous you took longer than usual to get ready, messing with your eyeliner thrice because you couldn't keep a steady hand.

Finally, there you were, pacing around Hyunjin's living room after he literally vanished into his painting studio and left you alone, waiting for your ex. You knew there was so much to say, so many unspoken feelings and miscomprehension between you and the freckled man. But your heart still swelled for him, still repeated his name when the night came in and you held your head against the pillow, unable to close your eyes.

The soft click of the door made you freeze for a second, looking behind you and locking eyes with the guy in your thoughts, his brown eyes wide and startled.

"Y/n?"

"Felix."

Silence. He stared at you for a few instants before turning on his heels and holding the doorknob to leave.

"Don't! I'm here to talk..." You hurried.

"It's okay, I didn't know you'd be here." He opened the door, the familiar aussie accent you didn't realize you already missed was there.

"We set you up! I'm here to talk to you."

"What?" He looked at you again, his bleached hair falling a bit over his eyes.

"Can you... Can we just have a conversation this time?"

"So you wanna explain now?" He tried to sound mad, but there was just that broken tone that showed off how hurt he was.

"I do." You firmly said.

It was enough to make him close the door, squeeze his eyes for a moment and slowly move to sit down on the couch. He didn't say anything, but he looked at you to show he was listening. He wouldn't speak before listening.

You couldn't sit, your mind in a restless state.

"So... I don't know how to begin." You sighed. "I want to say sorry for not really explaining things properly, it's just that you never have enough time and I was afraid to mess with your schedule-"

"I know." His deep voice cut you off. "I'm sorry too. It's my fault."

"it's not." You retorted. "Let me speak..."

"Sorry."

"It's just that... I think there are so many reasons! Gosh, it's much to just say it all at once and get the words out. But I think my insecurities got in the way? Mixed with yours? Like, I'm always so afraid of disturbing you somehow, you're always so busy! My regular job is tiring and all but it doesn't compare to having to keep appearances all the time, we weren't even public to begin with..." You tried to conceal everything, make it all make sense, and you had a feeling Felix was not only hearing you but also understanding when you started. "And you've been different too. Not just loving me and texting me when you're away, not just being you. Felix, I get it you can't always be physically with me. I get it you have to travel all the fucking time and that we will be apart longer than normal couples do... It doesn't mean you have to give me gifts every single time you come back. These expensive things you give me, they don't make up for away time."

He widened his eyes a bit, finally realizing something he never considered.

"Is that why you don't use most of them?" He whispered. "You don't like them cause they're expensive?"

"What? No! It's not that I don't like them. I don't need them. I need you. Only you." You sighed again, he wasn't getting the point. "I date you because you're you, Lix. Fuck gifts and objects, I can't even find use for all of them to be honest."

"Oh... I think I understand now."

"You do?"

"I guess?" He gives you a forced smile.

"I just don't think they're necessary if there's no special occasion. I pretty much prefer to receive good morning and good night texts from you other than getting these boxes delivered to my place with gifts all the time." You finally sat down too, next to him but not touching. "I want our relationship to feel natural again. Just normal, you know?"

"I'm sorry..." He looked away, ashamed.

"Stop saying that."

"But I am. It's the first time I got serious with someone, you know that... So I thought you'd like to get these gifts regularly because it would mean I always remember you." He looked down, you hated yourself for not being so open before.

"It's my fault too."

"it's not. I could've asked and-"

"No! If I just said I didn't like to get all that stuff it could've avoided a break up."

"Or we would've fought because I wouldn't be able to have a proper conversation with you due to my short free time." He lifted an eyebrow. He was right.

"Yeah, that could happen too..." You nodded. "Thing is, I appreciate your texts so much more. I feel you remember me when you send me random voice memos or texts whenever you have time, even if briefly. I know how hectic your days are, specially lately on tour."

He looked at you with pitiful eyes, he was in a mix of sadness and unbelief.

"You're telling me we broke up over this?" He was so mad at himself. "If I made time for you earlier..."

"Felix! Please, don't blame yourself for everything. We needed this."

"We did?" He sighed.

You looked at him with a little smile, your heart so heavy with emotions you realized you had for him in the last days.

"It made me notice just how much you're special to me. Not just because you're my boyfriend. I was worried sick about you, knowing you weren't well and that I was the cause. Knowing I could've used the few days of rest you had after returning to cuddle with you and be with you... But no. I was so convinced I wanted to break up I only noticed it was the worse I could do after I had done it. So it made me realize I was wrong, you see?"

"I see. It was necessary for us to sit down and finally talk too, right?" He showed a soft smile, enough to melt you. "I was feeling like shit, I swear. Like someone physically grabbed my heart and tore it apart. I thought you would never come back to me because you sounded so convicted when you asked for the break up."

He was so sensitive, so honest. You instinctively reached for his face, hand gently cupping his cheek and your thumb running over his freckles.

"I'm sorry for breaking up. I want to keep being yours."

"Mine?" He whispered so breathlessly. "You never said that before."

"Fuck." You giggled a bit, looking away for a second. "Guess I didn't realize how much you're actually who I want to be with forever."

"Oh my God, why are you being so-" He didn't know how to finish, so he just closed the gap between you and pampered your whole face with kisses, cupping your cheeks all the while. "You're mine? You're mine again?"

"Completely yours! But are you mine too?" You narrowed playfully.

"I didn't stop being yours for a second."

And it was enough for you to kiss him bravely, savoring the taste of his mint tongue like you didn't have it for months, slow and tender while you caressed his cheekbones and guided his head to turn however you liked. It felt like the first kiss you gave a few years back, a kiss with affection, care and rediscovered feelings.

How silly of you to have broken up with the one you could never stop loving.

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wosospacegirl · 24 days ago

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Ohh I know ATWRreader would be sooo jealous abt this

Y/n had been excited to watch Kyra play.

Because of her injury, she wasn’t called up for yet another FIFA date, but at least she was allowed to travel with Kyra.

They were staying in the same hotel room, and Y/n even got a free pass to watch the game from the family section. Y/n was actually happy. She was learning to enjoy not being on the pitch and just cheering.

Until that moment.

It happened midway through the second half. A tangle of legs, a misjudged pass, and Kyra went down–hard. Face-first.

Y/n's heart jumped to her throat. She gripped the edge of the bench in the family section, tense, watching the scene unfold.

Before anyone else could react, Charli was there, kneeling beside Kyra. She helped her up, one arm around Kyra’s waist, her other hand so gently brushing at Kyra’s face.

Y/n could see her lips moving–saying something comforting, no doubt–and Kyra just stood there. Serene. A small, crooked smile on her face.

Y/n narrowed her eyes. She didn’t even realize she was fuming until Mami’s wife’s voice broke through her thoughts. “She’s alright, I think.”

“She better be,” Y/n muttered under her breath.

Y/n didn’t wait for the game to end. She grabbed her bag and stormed back to their hotel room, needing space from the growing tension in her chest.

Back at the hotel, Kyra hummed softly as she unlocked the door, still a bit sore but in a happy mmo. She pushed the door open to find Y/n sprawled on the bed in her hoodie, arms crossed, lips set in a firm line.

“Hey,” Kyra greeted, toeing off her sneakers. “Why didn’t you wait for us?”

Y/n didn’t respond immediately. She just looked at her. Really looked.

Dirt still clung faintly to the hem of Kyra’s shorts, and there was a tiny smudge near her temple–missed during the locker room cleanup.

“Do you seriously not know, Kyra?” Y/n asked, her voice quieter than she intended, though it still carried a sharp edge.

Kyra looked at her with the most innocent expression on her face, which made Y/n almost soften… almost.

“I’m just surprised you came to our room after the game instead of, I don’t know, going out to celebrate with Charli,” Y/n added.

Kyra blinked, clearly confused. “Huh?”

“Charli. Right there on the field. Everyone saw it,” Y/n continued, eyes narrowing.

Kyra smiled at her, still confused. “What are you talking about?”

Y/n turned her head, clearly annoyed now. “She was stroking your face, Kyra. With two hands. And you just stood there.”

Kyra took a second to process, then suddenly burst out laughing. “What?! Baby, she literally wiped dirt off my face. I fell. Flat. Like, chin-first.”

Y/n folded her arms tighter, not convinced. “Yeah, but she was way too gentle and way too close.”

“My love, she was close because her arms are not two kilometers long?” Kyra said, trying not to giggle.

Y/n wasn’t buying it. “She touched your nose, very, very softly–it was intimate.”

Kyra smiled softly and placed her hand on Y/n's. “My love, she’s a teammate. And a very close friend of mine.”

“Way too close,” Y/n murmured under her breath, though she couldn’t deny the feeling in her chest.

Kyra sat down beside her, bumping her shoulder against Y/n’s. “Come on. You’re not really jealous, are you?”

Y/n didn’t answer right away, her silence speaking volumes.

“Oh my God,” Kyra gasped, her eyes wide with realization. “You are. You’re mad because someone wiped mud off my face. That’s adorable.”

Y/n huffed, turning her head away, a little embarrassed. “I’m not mad. And I’m also not jealous. I just didn’t like it.”

Kyra smirked and leaned in, her lips brushing the shell of Y/n’s ear. “Well, next time I faceplant, I’ll make sure you’re the one to clean me up. Deal?”

Y/n finally looked at her, her grumpy mask cracking into a small, reluctant smile. “Deal.”

Kyra grinned, then leaned in to press a soft kiss to Y/n’s cheek, sending a spark of warmth through her. Y/n rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at her lips.

She let Kyra curl up beside her, arm wrapped gently around her waist, content.

Kyra’s lips brushed against Y/n’s temple as she shifted closer, brushing away that last trace of dirt Charli had missed. “Next time you fall,” Y/n murmured, her tone playful, “I’m bringing a whole towel.”

#woso fanfic #woso x reader #kyra cooney cross #and they were roommates

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hannamoon143 · 4 months ago

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You drew stars around my scars ✮⋆˙

Life is hard. Some people don't know how to cope with that. Some people just try to feel mentally better by causing physical pain instead. How ironical, isn't it? Oh but bless you, that lee felix is in your life. Because this man never misses a thing.⋆｡°✩

Genre:Angst,Hurt/comfort

Warnings:Sh,a bit childhood trauma, Depression, Crying, mentions of food,mentions of bad eating habits

Lee felix x fem.Reader

Words: 3,9k

a/n: hey everyone<33 To write this fic brought me some comfort too, and it's healing me a bit more everytime i can use my own experiences,emotions and thoughts to write something that comforts others too, and relate to y/n a lot. And i know i'm not the only one, so i hope this can bring everyone that reads it a bit comfort. And pls always remember what of a beautiful person you are. Hurting yourself is never ever the only solution. If you need someone to talk, reach out to someone, anyone, also me if you don't have anyone. I'd rather have literally any person cry for hours in my arms, or vent to me in my dm's than have them hurt their own bodies, that always supports them. Everything felix says in that fic is true, and they r my own thoughts about this. I love you all, take care of yourselves.<3

Depression takes a lot from you. It takes your motivation, productivity, the will to socialize, and your happiness. It’s unfair isn’t it? Little, happy children become tired, broken adults.

People always think depression is something where you sit in your bed the whole day and cry. Well that is half true. Yes, there are days like that, but that’s far not everything. The worst are those dull days, when you feel entirely numb, but your life has to go on anyways. No joy in your heart, and no tears in your eyes. Just a big nothing in your mind.

After a while you figure it out though. It’s always those numb episodes, until every emotion you thought didn’t exist the days before, crashes down on you. And it’s overwhelming. Every.single.time.

But what if you’d find something that could ‚help‘ you? Something that brought you pain and relief at the same time? That made you feel alive, in the numb episodes and distracted you from the pain in the days where you broke down? The price was just your beautiful skin, and blood...

A problem was though, once you’d start, it would be very hard to stop again. But why should you anyways? Why should you stop when it was the only thing seemingly bringing you comfort for some short time?

It started off by you, picking at your skin absimendtly whenever you felt anxious, or when you just didn’t pay attention. It felt relieving. It was the burning pain when you scatched on your skin so hard it was slightly bloody, making you feel like your feelings actually mattered. And then that one night. That night everything crashed down on you. Your friends wanted nothing to do with you anymore, the few you had before, cut contact. You couldn’t even be mad at them. Who wouldn’t be annoyed by someone who constantly cancelled plans, and gave off a „depressing, annoying attitude“? Well these were their words. Oh but you saw it coming. All the overthinking in the middle of the night, those worst case scenarios, they had come true.

And your family? You never had a healthy relationship with them. So now, that you were grown up, the contact was almost entirely dead. And yeah, there was your boyfriend felix, but you’d never burden him with your problems. He already had enough on his mind with the world tour and all the new released albums, of the band he was in.

And that was it. No one there that you could reach out to, no one to comfort you, when your heart and mind were breaking into millions of glass splitters. Every person reaches their breaking point someday. And that day was yours. You remembered the night clearly. You were sitting on the bathroom floor, crying out all the emotion you had been holding in for too long. You had no friends anymore. No family. And pretty sure soon no boyfriend too. Nothing to hold onto.

Then you reached out to a drawer. You didn’t really register what you were doing as you took it out. A simple, silver blade. A little cut on your wrist. A line of crimson red blood on your skin.

At first you were terrified. What had you done? Why weren’t you affected by the stinging pain on your wrist, and the blood building in the small cut? Why did it in fact feel good? And then you decided to try it again, just to answer those questions right?

That’s where it started.

You knew you had depression. But going to a therapist? You were scared, probably too lazy, and you could never tell all your problems to a complete stranger. And most of all you didn’t want felix to worry either. He was the only one left, and soon he would surely leave too. He was the sweetest, sunny person on this earth, he deserved someone that matched his energy, and wasn’t so… hard to love.

Every single task felt like a hard, impossible chore. Getting out of your bed felt like doing the unbelievable. Doing the most simple things like showering, or brushing your teeth seemed so far away, that you could only master them on your best days. Some days, you went to work, did everything you had to, with a straight, stoic face. That was until you came home, laid into your bed, and silent tears would build wet spots on your pillow.

But somedays, even crying seemed too overwhelming. All you could do was lay in your dark room, staring at the wall. It was just the darkness and you, and somewhere in your mind, a voice whispering that it would help to cut...

And then there were these rare days, on which you felt almost too overwhelmed. It were those days you came home, and added another scar to the gallery of them on your arms. You questioned your life on these days. Because truly, you didn’t see a reason why you should be here right now. No, you weren’t proud of it. But who was there to stop you? Why should you quit if it was the only thing keeping you sane right now? When it was only the stinging pain who could make you slip out of the monotone haze in your mind, for at least a little bit time.

But it would be stupid to assume felix didn’t notice something was off. Lee felix was a pure person. Someone who could make even the rainiest days shine bright. And he cared about the people he loved more than anything else.

When you started cancelling plans it was already alarming for him. You were someone who never cancelled plans with him. You were usually a happy person, someone who made jokes that were actually funny. Someone who made him laugh with your little quirks, that he noticed over time. Someone who comforted him when he felt bad. And most of all you were the most excited person when you two would meet up. You never missed to tell him how much you loved him, that he was your happy person, and your comfort person.

That was before

Before suddenly everything stopped. He rarely got to see your beautiful face now anymore. You took a long time to respond to his texts, and when you did, they were short, and dry. This didn’t feel like you. Felix knew you. And that wasn’t you. This wasn’t the happy girl he met. And he surely wasn’t planning on letting things go like this forever. Something wasn’t right. And no matter what you said or did, to try and get away from him, and shut everything out, he would stay by your side. He would find out what was wrong and do everything possible in this world to make you feel like yourself again.

It was another day today. Another number on the calendar. You stopped looking at it. It didn’t matter anyways. Those were just numbers on paper, and they would never change anything. So you dragged yourself out of bed, feeling even heavier than usual. Like a zombie you just quickly got dressed, not even registering what you were wearing, and drank a mug of coffee. It would make you feel a bit more awake for at least a few hours. Eating breakfast had become impossible in the last few weeks. You were barely eating anything the whole day, to be honest. Sometimes, you just couldn’t stand up and make yourself something. But most times, you just didn’t feel hungry.

You went your usual way to work. At the bus, you took a short glance at your phone. You used to be on your phone a lot for the silliest things, but now you hated it. You hated the brightness, and that everytime you looked at it you had to interact with others. And the worst was, it remdinded you of what you had lost. The spark you had in your eyes on photos from a long time ago.

Something popped up on the screen

A message from felix. Of course. He messaged you every single day. You couldn’t ignore him, no matter how shitty felt, you couldn’t bring yourself to ignore him. So you opened it.

Hey sunshine<3How are you today? I thought of maybe grabbing some takeout and watching a movie together tonight, since i have off early! I’ll even let you pick one of those cheesy romcoms you love so much. Love u^^

You sighed. He was still so sweet, so caring, when he should be really annoyed, right? His girlfriend was a walking zombie, why didn’t he already break up with you?

Hey lix, sorry no time today.

Then you quickly put your phone away. You couldn’t stand thinking of his lips turning into that sad pout, when he’d read your answer. But you couldn’t meet him. You didn’t care how stubborn that was, but you wouldn’t let him see you like this. He would see right through you, and get you to tell him what was wrong.

You stopped making excuses someday. Who even cared? Sooner or later he’d leave, just like your friends. No lame excuses would matter then. Someone like you was unlovable. And that would never change.

As felix read your response he sighed.

That was enough. He wouldn’t let your relationship carry on like that. He wouldn’t let you carry on like that. Something was clearly wrong and he wouldn’t stand so far away and watch you slowly shut down from the entire world. Not anymore. Tonight he would come to your apartment, if you wanted to or not.

You didn’t remember what you did throughout the day. When you tried to recall it, there were only hazy memories, covered in a grey, thick fog. You didn’t even remember how you came home. Everything just happened. Now, you were walking through your apartment door, kicking off your shoes and coat. With a deep sigh, you dragged yourself to the bathroom. You shut the door, immediately sinking down on the floor. You were exhausted. More than that. The past days, or maybe even weeks you had held everything in more than usual. You felt like passing out right then and there, on the cold bathroom tiles. But there was something else. You knew that feeling. When you would have spent too many days in numbness, then at one point, every emotion, everything you thought wasn’t there before, creeps up in your throat from the depths of your soul. You feel the grieve, the sadness, the anger, the guilt, every single emotion crashing down on you at once. And then you can’t stop it anymore.

Tears started to well up in your eyes, and you pulled your knees up for a bit comfort.

These were the moment you hated the most, besides the numbness. Being numb is uneblievably tiring, but when all the feelings, everything comes up at once, that is even worse. You never knew how to deal with your emotions well. When you were a kid you never got the chance to express emotions. Crying was not allowed. If you did, you’d hear „ Stop it, or i’ll give you a reason to cry.“ If you screamed or hit out of anger you’d get punished in some way. Only a polite smile was, what was allowed to show on the outside, what to show to other people. That was probably part of the reason why you’d grown into a person who had these unhealthy, shitty habits, instead of expressing and coping with their emotions well.

You knew you should just let it pass. Endure these feelings. Maybe text someone to try and distract yourself. But somehow, you always went back to drowning out emotions with physical pain. You took the sharp blade from the bathroom drawer, your hands going unbelievable shaky like they always did when you took it out. You only started to cry more. You hated that you did it. You hated that you were a person that couldn’t handle their own feelings like a responsible adult, and had to shut them out with self harming instead. And still you did it again and again. You hated the way your arm looked when you put your sleeve up now. White lines from old cvts. Slightly reddish ones from some that happened some time ago. And those brightred ones. Reminders of not too long ago. They made you so angry. Reminding you of who you were. Of what you were.

So you decided to look away. You just put the blade to your wrist, looking at the blank bathroom wall. It was already so familiar, you knew where it would hurt the most without even looking.

Felix was searching around his apartment for that gray hoodie you wanted to have everytime you saw him wearing it. Maybe it would cheer you a bit up. As he finally found it, he grabbed the brownies he had made for you earlier, and his keys, heading out his apartment, to head to yours instead.

He started his car. It was a short drive so there was not much time for thinking. But there were some thoughts in the back of his head. Wasn’t he overstepping? You clearly didn’t want to see him, maybe you were also just annoyed?

But felix shook those voices off. He knew you. He had known you for years, and this wasn’t you. He had to do this.

And then he was already at your apartment. Slowly he got out of the car, taking the things, and started to walk up the stairs.

Soon he was in front of your door. Should he knock? He knew where your spare key was but he didn’t want to be respectless. So he softly knocked on the door.

„Y/n? It’s me, felix. I know you didn’t want to meet, but… i was worried. Can we talk please, my love?“

He waited for a minute. But there was no answer. Maybe you really weren’t at home? He decided to just try it. To his surprises the door was unlocked. That meant you were home, but also why would you let your door stay unlocked? He sighed, and locked it from the inside. He quietly took off his shoes, and put them on the side. Yours were scattered messily on the floor, and your coat too. Usually you hated when something in your apartment wasn’t organized. Maybe you were in a hurry before. He went into the kitchen, wich was dark, putting the brownies on the counter. „Y/n?“ he softly called out again. Still no answer.

But there, suddenly he heard something. A quiet, mumbling or...crying? His brows furrowed and he tried to follow the sound. There. In the bathroom. It seemed like you didn’t hear him calling you. At first he considered just going back to your kitchen and waiting there for you to come out, but when he heard another deep sob from you, he knew what to do. Whatever was going on right now, he wanted to be by your side. So he took a deep breath and opened the door.

„Y/N, what is g-“ His eyes widened in shock, and your head perked up immediately at the door clicking open, your gaze changing from surprise, to confusion, to somewhat realization and guilt. The sight in front of him horrified him. His beautiful, lovely girlfriend sat on the bathroom floor, her face red and puffy from crying, and a sharp blade in her hand. And your arm… How couldn’t he notice? He just stood there, in the door, staring at you.

You couldn’t read his face. Was he mad…? Of course he’d be mad. You quickly reacted as you got to your senses again. You jumped up, letting the blade fall, and a drop of blood dropping down on your white bathroom tiles.

„Felix…. I can explain, i h-haven’t, it’s not what it looks like o-okay? I’m okay, p-please i know you’re mad but-“

You got cut off. You couldnt’t even say anything more, because suddenly you were wrapped up tightly in your boyfriend’s comforting, warm embrace. You forgot how good a hug from him felt… And when you got a little glance at his face that was it. No anger, no twisted kind of any emotion against you. There was pure sympathy and love. When you also saw a tear rolling down his face, you couldn’t take it anymore. You buried your face in his neck, and let go. You sobbed uncontrollably, your arms and legs trembling so much, to the point your knees gave in, and felix slowly sank to the ground with you. Why did the cvts on your arms suddenly really hurt for the first time? He had you pulled on his lap, rocking you back and forth, stroking your hair gently. „Shhh, it’ll be alright. I’m here now, you are not alone.“

Good thirty minutes later, your sobbing had stopped, and only warm paths of tears remained on your cheeks. Felix lifted your head from his neck a bit, so he could look into your eyes. Though you had just cried your heart out, it was still the most mesmerizing pair of eyes he had seen in his life. He gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

„Let me treat those, okay?“ He simply said, glancing at your cuts.

He was gentle. He desinfected every single cut, apologizing every time you hissed at the sharp pain. Then he put some healing ointment on your fresh ones, and some at your older ones too. Then, with gentle, calm hands he bandaged your arms. He ended his treament with featherlight kisses on them. Then he got up, helping you up too. He had his hands on your side, his eyes on your face.

„Love…I won’t ever judge you, or get mad at you for anything, i hope you know that okay? I know that this is probably your way to cope with things, and i know that you know it’s not healthy. But it’s okay. Please just promise me, you will come to me instead of doing that, from now on hm? Everytime you want to do it you call me, text me, whatever. I’d rather have you crying in my arms for hours, venting to me for hours, you screaming at me, or do whatever you need to, than have you hurt and bleeding entirely alone on the floor. I’ll come over, and do whatever i need to, to cheer you up alright? And don’t shut me out from your life. I want to be a part again. I miss the way you’d text me when you see something that makes you smile. Or when you send me pics of the cute cats you saw on the sidewalk. Or when you just simply tell me about your day. And most important of all, i’ll stay by your side okay? No matter what. I will do everything to help you recover, and build up your life in a way that makes you happy okay? Let me help you sunshine. You don’t need to do it all alone.No matter how hard it in the past was, I’m here now, and I don’t plan on leaving soon.“

Tears welled up in your eyes again, but this time you smiled at him. „Okay lixie. Okay. I’ll try.“

Then he softly smiled at you, and guided you to your livingroom, where he made you sit on the couch. He rushed off to the kitchen, and was soon back again with a plate of brownies and his gray hoodie. „It seems like you didn’t eat much lately, you’ve been getting a bit too skinny, love. But don’t worry, now i’m here to feed you with everything you want to eat. You don’t need to move a single finger.“ He mumbled, as he first handed you the hoodie, wich you put on immediately and snuggled into it. It had always been your comfort hoodie, since it was big, fluffy, and always smelled like him a lot. Then he put down the plate in front of you. Felix’ brownies had always been one of your favorite things. They were delicious like no one else’s.Everytime you asked him what he was throwing in there, he always told you that it was his love and care wich he made them with. You believed him, this man made everything better with his sunny personality.

You simply smiled at him, and took one of the brownies, taking a big bite

„That’s my girl.“ He chuckled, ruffling your hair. As you were munching, and he was watching you with a fond smile, he suddenly asked „Do you have a marker somewhere here?“ You looked up, raising a brow. „Yeah, in the drawer over there i guess, why?“ He just stood up, and opened said drawer, taking the marker. He was back by your side in an instant. „Please give me one arm love“ He said, politely like always. You were still pretty confused but how could you say no to that? So you slowly laid your bandaged arm in his hands. He kissed it once and then softly started to draw on it. „What are you doing?“ you asked, mouth full of brownie.

„Those my love, are battle scars. It isn’t beautiful how you got them, but they are a part of you now, and they make you the person you are. They deserve to be called beautiful now too, like every single body part of yours. I love every part of you. And when they are healed, I’ll kiss each and everyone of them, but for now, they deserve to be treated with care. They will only heal properly, if you let them. If you’d always be angry when you’d look at them, they would never really heal. You would never really heal. You need to forgive yourself, and someday you will be able to move on. They show how far you’ve come, that it was very hard, but you never gave up. Battle scars, my love.“

You looked into his eyes. He said all that so sincere, you believed every word. And then as he was done you saw what he did. A lot of little stars, and a pretty moon in the middle were drawn on the bandages. And next to the moon he wrote a little note

„Because i want you to never forget who you are. You are Y/n L/n, a fighter, and the most beautiful woman i know.“

„How did i deserve you lee felix?“ You murmured in awe.

„You deserve the world, and more my love.“

And that really was a turning point. Thanks to felix, your days weren’t dull anymore. He was always there with you, laughing and talking a lot, but he also respected when you wanted some alone time. And when you came to him somedays, crying and telling him that you wanted to do it again, he took you in his arms, wrapped you both into a blanket and rocked you back and forth, until no tears were left anymore, and the world seemed a bit brighter again. Then he mumbled soothing reassurances into your hair, kissing you on the forehead.

And like this, you were willing to try. You were willing to try and recover, and create a life that you loved living, with him in it.

a/n: now a note to: @athenawindwolf because I didn't have the courage to say it that night ( we ignore that i'm writing this while you are texting me,still in that night), i'll be your chan friend, and in the context of this fanfic your felix friend, whenever you need me. I hope yk, I never judge anyone, and i've been through a lot too so rlly i would never ever judge or tell anyone if you tell me smth. We said we r the big sisters of our friends now, so that means we r sisters right? Come to me whenever you need to talk. Now this was for u, and I also have to say i'm thankful someone is sharing one of my interests now<3 Ily di angelo.@athenawindwolf (and i hope i didn't make you cry with this fic)

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fizzyapplecandy · 2 months ago

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The one with the boy at the bus stop

Ateez Wooyoung x Reader oneshot

Genres: fluff, runaway bride, strangers to lovers, silly Wooyoung, emotional reader

Word count: 1.1k

You run away from your wedding after your cheating fiance comes clean to you where you meet a strange, but lovely man.

There you were, sitting at the bus stop in your wedding dress. You were supposed to get married today, but your former fiance decided it was a good time to tell you he's been fucking your maid of honor behind your back. For months.

He felt like the perfect moment to come clean was in your dressing room, moments before you had to walk down the aisle. To be honest, the two of you were highschool sweethearts, and the romance was slowly sizzling down. People expected you to stay together, so you just gave in after some time. Your heart wasn't in it completely, but you thought this was your only chance at a normal life.

Way to prove you wrong, you guess.

"Halloween came early this year?"

A voice above you made you shake back into the present. You lifted your head and saw a handsome man leaning against the wall of the bus stop.

"You think you're funny, huh?"

"Hilarious, or so my friends say."

You scoffed. "Well, you have bad friends if they lie to you so much."

The man chuckled, stepping towards you and taking a seat on the bench.

"Can you move your dress a little? I don't want to step on it."

"Spit on it for all I care."

Silence enveloped you after you said that. Mystery man seemed out of words now? How shocking.

"You know, I'm sorry for making fun of you. I also have no filter or the ability to assess a situation. At least, that's what my friends also say."

You smiled now, looking down at your hands. Your engagement ring was long gone, probably stuck in that bastard's forehead with how hard you threw it at him.

"Now they seem like good friends."

He raked his eyes over you, noticing how utterly defeated you looked. It made him feel bad about being such a jerk.

"Hey... Are you okay?"

Your lower lip wobbled, and it was getting hated to keep the tears at bay. You'd rather go to hell and back before you waste a single emotion on that horrid man.

"Not really. I guess finding out your fiance has been a cheating bastard at your wedding day takes a toll on you."

"Oh... Oh wow. Now, that is a story for, like Reddit or something."

Your head snapped towards him, and he put his hands up.

"Sorry, poor assessing the situation skills, remember?"

There was no point in being mad at him. You figured he was trying to lighten the mood a bit, and you kind of appreciated it.

"It's okay... My life is a big joke, after all. I just wish he told me before I put this dress on. I really like it, you know. I think that's the only thing I liked about this wedding."

He was confused. "What about the man you were supposed to marry?"

"Oh, him? I guess the romance faded over the years. Our families became good friends, it was only logical to get together. Honestly... I don't know if I ever wanted that."

"Seems to me like the bastard saved you with his stunt."

You thought about it for a second. The words he spoke were true to some extent. If Mingyu didn't say a word about his affair, you'd probably end up in a loveless marriage to keep up with your family's expectations. Thank God he couldn't keep his cheating dick in his pants.

"I think you're right. It doesn't mean it's nice to feel this way, but it'll do me good."

"See? I can say something smart from time to time." Both of you laughed, and you were glad he broke the tension.

"I'm Wooyoung, by the way. What's your name?"

"I'm Y/N."

He stood up, extending a hand towards you.

"Well, Y/N, I'm starving. Would you like to go get some burgers with me?"

Your eyes widened.

"I'm literally in a wedding dress."

"So? Do you want me to go and buy a tuxedo if it makes you feel better?"

"What? No!"

Wooyoung smiled. "Then come on. I bet you're starving after all that running away you did."

Your stomach agreed with him almost instantly. With a sigh, you took his outstretched hand and stood up.

"By the way, if people start looking at me all funny, I'm probably going to punch you."

"Hit me right on the chin, I'll take it like a man."

He directed you towards a diner, and for some reason, your hand never left his. You cleared your throat, remembering you wanted to ask him something.

"Hey Wooyoung... What were you doing at the bus stop? Were you heading somewhere?"

He smiled, looking at you before giving your hand a squeeze.

"Not really, no. I saw you from across the street. You looked... Sad. I had to come and check on you."

"But... I'm a stranger. Why would you do that?"

Wooyoung sighed, now glancing at the clear sky. It was still daytime, somewhat late in the afternoon.

The streets weren't full, and he was thankful, because he didn't want you to feel uncomfortable.

"I don't really know. You are too pretty to miss out on, that's for sure. And, after all, how many times have you seen a girl in a wedding dress sitting at the bus stop? It makes you curious."

You could agree with that. The blush on your cheeks was instantaneous, and you couldn't remember the last time someone called you pretty. Wooyoung seemed like a person who didn't shy away from compliments. He also seemed like someone you'd like to get to know better.

"It's a shame nobody got to see you in that dress, though. If I was your fiance, I'd never want to take my eyes off of you." His eyes raked over your form as he said that, and you were getting shy all of the sudden.

"Thank you, truly. I'm really sad about the dress. Even though Mingyu wasn't the one for me, this dress was. I'll just have to put it in my closet and remember it from time to time."

"Or we could get married while you're in your dream dress?"

You froze, stopping in your tracks.

"Don't joke around, please. My poor heart can't take it."

"Who said I was joking? But, hey, let's go eat those burgers first. Then we'll discuss wedding plans."

For some reason, you knew he wasn't joking.

Even though you weren't getting married today, you were gaining something else in return. Something you were willing to explore. The gorgeous man seemed on the same page as you, so it made you feel a bit giddy.

Weddings were a special occasion, and they were supposed to bring people together. Your wedding certainly did that, but in a slightly stranger way than you expected.

Now it was your turn to be truly happy, barely fitting into one of the diner booths in your dress, with Wooyoung scarfing down a double pounder in front of you, animatedly telling you about one of his anecdotes, you figured you were on your way there.

#ateez #ateez imagines #fluff #imagine #ateez wooyoung #strangers to lovers #runaway bride #bus stop meeting #ateez wooyoung x reader #ateez oneshot

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thejujvtsupost · 2 years ago

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Suguru Wants A Baby

F!reader holds a friend’s newborn baby, and it took exactly one moment for it to hit Geto. When he saw you holding your friend’s newborn, looking so natural and making silly faces to make the baby laugh, it clicked, he wants a baby with you. Your own little one to nurture and protect.

Notes: fem!reader, breeding kink, soft dom Geto, smut, vaginal sex, oral (f!receiving) and dirty talk. I’m serious this is literally just filthy - more under the cut.

Visiting with your friend who just had a baby boy was the highlight of your week. His little face and tiny feet had you cooing and making faces to keep him laughing.

Geto couldn’t look away from the scene, his pretty wife holding a cute baby so naturally- you didn’t think twice before getting him a bottle and burping him. You were happy to help your friend while her own husband was at work.

And when you were leaving, and you handed the baby back to your friend, your arms felt empty. You schooled your features before anyone could notice your utter disappointment and sadness.

Of course Geto noticed, which only made his thoughts run faster. If you want a baby, and he wants a baby… oh he was determined to give you a family on the spot.

He bided his time, as soon as you got home he would pounce. The car ride home was quiet but he didn’t interrupt your thoughts you were obviously deep into. He was patient, so patient despite his need for you, up until you started crying before you could take your shoes off.

“Sweetheart what’s wrong?” He held you to his chest and you buried your face against it. Shaking your head to deny any problem existing. “C’mon, let me in. I can’t help unless you tell me what happened.”

“‘Want a baby ‘guru, I’m sorry.” Your sniffles were breaking his heart, as if he’d ever want you to apologize for something like that.

He tilted your face up and kissed you, slowly at first until it gave way for his urgency. You had to push him back to breathe, “You okay? Not mad?”

Geto groaned and spoke against your lips, “I’ll give you as many babies as you want, right now. Say the word, please say the word. Tell me you want my babies- our babies.” He was spiraling, unwilling to get distracted by anything other than you.

“‘Need you- want your babies in me.” Your thighs had been clenching from the first urgent kiss for any semblance of relief.

He took his shirt off and threw it behind him. “Jump.”

And you did, your legs around his waist; his hands tearing your shirt over your head and tossed somewhere unknown. Your bra was practically ripped from your body, nothing was going to keep your body hidden from him.

You shrieked and broke your kiss when he tossed you on the bed, he didn’t waste time before getting the rest of your clothes off and diving between your legs like he would die if he waited any longer to taste you.

“Fuck this pussy is so good to me, gonna get you pregnant and keep you that way- cute and round, ‘won’t be able to keep my hands off of you.” You don’t know what came over him, but he was eating you out so good and adding his fingers to the mix, playing you like an instrument.

“C’mon need your cock, need you inside of me.” Hips unable to stop moving, your need for him only grew. You were more than wet enough, he typically pulled an orgasm out of you to make sure you wouldn’t feel pain from his considerable length and right now you hated him for it.

He pulled away from your folds and placed a hand on your stomach to hold you still. “Don’t rush me baby, my little pussy needs attention and I’m givin it to her. I’ll take care of you ‘n give you what you need.”

You moaned when he returned to sucking your clit and stroking you from the inside- it hit you so fast. Your orgasm caught you off guard and your legs snapped closed around your husband’s head. Your brain went fuzzy.

“That’s it sweetheart, so good f’me.” Geto took his time and let you come down nice and easy. There were few things he liked seeing more than your blissed out expression.

That’s not enough for him though, you were never left unsatisfied but you were in for a night of orgasm after orgasm. God he wanted to fuck his cum into you, breed you thoroughly until there was no possible way you weren’t pregnant. His pretty little wife round and swollen with their unborn baby- he couldn’t hold back.

Fully covering his body over yours to demand your attention, “How do you want it, how do you want me to breed you?” Your moan at his words was music to his ears.

“Need you deep” you pushed him off of you and flipped to your hands and knees, then arched your back and let your upper body rest on the mattress.

“Oh fuck…” your pink cunt dripping on display for him was too much for him to handle. Geto rushed to get the rest of his clothes off and lined up behind you and slid in.

As slowly as he could at first, he hadn’t stretched you out beforehand. But then you slammed your hips back onto him and- oh god he got so deep inside of you that you saw white. “Please- gimme everything daddy.” You looked back at him with glossy eyes and that was the last thread snapping. He drilled his cock into you with a pace that you didn’t know was achievable, you loved it.

“This what ya wanted baby? You need my cock in this little pussy of yours? Need bred like a good girl?” You wouldn’t be able to hear him over your own sounds if he wasn’t directly in your ear, his large frame dwarfing yours.

You could only nod with a high pitched keen that sounded like fuck me daddy. “Yeah ‘m gonna give ya every drop when this cunt milks me, gonna give ya baby after baby, keep ya pregnant for me. Just gotta stuff you full of my cum, knock you up.”

He’s losing himself in you, he pulls you up to your knees with his arm holding you up, his other hand holding your throat gently. The contrast between his thrusts and the care he put into his hand around your neck, only squeezing the side the tiniest bit to increase your pleasure; it had you fluttering around him.

“Pussy so tight f’me fuck feel me? Put your hand on your stomach, right over your womb m’bout to fill. Thats it, daddy’s so deep inside of you baby.” Pressing down over the bulge of his cock inside of you has you both getting loud in your shared pleasure.

It was over when he got his unoccupied hand down to your clit and rubbed it the way you liked, you tightened around him like a vice, your release squirted out around his cock and he spilled inside of you.

The few thrusts of overstimulation had you clenching tighter until a second mini orgasm followed.

‘S’good for me sweetheart, so good.” You’re not sure when or how it happened but you were laying on your side with your back against his chest, him still inside of you with his hand rubbing along your slightly bloated stomach. You let yourself be lulled into a nap from the post orgasm haze. Suguru sounded way too smug when he praised you.

Maybe you’d go again when you wake up- if you weren’t too sore that is…

Thinking about making a request? Check my bio to see if they’re open! <3

#geto suguru #suguru smut #no use of y/n #jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jjk geto #getou suguru x reader #geto x you #geto x y/n #geto x reader #getou suguru smut #geto smut #jjk x you #jujutsu geto #f reader #fem reader #smut

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too-much-tma-stuff · 1 year ago

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Healing is Slow, but Inevitable (part 7)

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“So, what are you?” Jason asked about a week after the meeting with Batman, a few days after Dick left again after his unscheduled weekend visit, and they hadn’t really talked about it. Danny had been flighty and tense for days afterwards so Jason hadn’t wanted to bring it up. Now that Danny seemed calm again, curled up in bed with him after a decent day and some great sex, it seemed like the best time he was going to get.

Danny sighed and turned his head to hide his face against Jason’s shoulder for a moment, but he stayed relaxed and he wasn’t running, which were good signs. “I was kept prisoner for almost two years by the Ghost Investigation Ward, what do you think I am,” Danny muttered a little bitterly.

“But you’re not a ghost, right? I mean you eat, and sleep and I can feel your heartbeat right now,” Jason said, pressing his hand Danny’s chest, where his heart was indeed beating, slower than most people’s but that was normal for Danny. Then, right under Jason’s hand, Danny’s heart stopped beating.

Jason panicked and pulled back only for Danny to catch his wrist and keep his hand there, Danny pushed himself up a little and stared down at Jason. He seemed fully alive, and fine, even though his heart still wasn’t beating under Jason’s hand. Danny sighed and lay back down, the feeling of a heartbeat returning under Jason’s hand, he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“I’m what’s called a Halfa. It’s a stupid name but I’m not going to come up with a new one. It’s not entirely accurate either, since I’m both 100% alive, and 100% dead.” He saw the lost look on Jason’s face and backed up quickly to explain more. “There’s a place called the Ghost Zone, or the Infinite Realms, it’s a world between worlds that links to every living world and contains every afterlife.” He was tracing little patterns on Jason’s chest as he talked. “Portals open to it in other worlds sometimes, natural things that form and collapse again quickly.

“Halfas are made when one of those portals happen to open, directly on top of and into, a living person. It kills them, then because of the power of the realms their soul forms a ghost immediately, resurrects them and slams that fully formed ghost back into the living body, bonding them back together and creating a living-ish, ghost. I’m the only true halfa in existence right now, and I’m… unique, even for my kind. Because the portal that made me was the first man-made one, it was far more stable and more powerful than the natural ones, meaning that I got a double dose of energy.

“Halfas are already a powerful species, the perfect balance between life and death, a bridge between worlds partially immune to the weaknesses of both. But I’m strong even compared to other halfas, at least that’s what I’m told by the Ancients. Like I said, I’m the first one in about five thousand years, and the only one in existence right now, so I’ve never exactly met someone else like me.”

“Holy shiit,” Jason whispered before falling silent. He started to comb his fingers through Danny’s hair so he would know Jason wasn’t upset or mad as he took a while to process all Danny had told him. “You don’t have to talk about it but if you’re that powerful then… how did the GIW manage to capture you?”

“My parents were the ones who captured me,” Danny murmured, hiding his face against Jason’s neck. Jason’t breath caught in his throat. “They were ghost hunters all my life, they built the portal but I didn’t want to hurt them. I was still trying to talk to them, to convince them I really was still their son. Then the GIW found out they had me and demanded my parents hand me over. When my parents refused and tried to defend ‘their discovery’ The GIW just… blew up the house. Because of my powers I survived, no one else did. While I was still in shock they took me.

“It broke my heart, in a literal sense. I want to show you something,” He said and sat up again, legs crossed. Jason sat up as well, mirroring Danny’s position and watching him curiously. “Humans have organs and brains and all those squishy, meaty bits. Ghosts have a core, it contains everything we are, everything else will just reform around it as long as the core is undamaged.” He pressed his hands against his own chest and after a moment, he drew something out.

It was an orb of what looked like blue stone, but it was cracked, pretty extensively, in a similar pattern of cracking to Danny’s lightning scar. “What they did, it cracked my core,” Danny said looking down at it baleful. “Literally broke me. If I was a full ghost it would have destabilized and ended me, my humanity kept me together. Which just meant more for them to experiment on,” He said with a bitter little laugh.

“Danny,” Jason murmured, a heartbroken little sound as he sat forward and reached towards Danny. Danny tensed, and looked fearful for just a moment, but he didn’t pull away. Instead he opened his hands and held his core, his heart, out towards Jason. With permission Jason traced the branching pattern gently with a finger, it felt cool and smooth under his fingers, energy tingling in his fingertips and the cracks rasping slightly against Jason’s calluses. Danny shuddered and gasped as all the tension bled out of him under Jason’s gentle touch, his eyes fell closed, and his expression was peaceful now.

“It’s been getting better,” Danny said, opening his eyes again after a moment and looking up at Jason adoringly. “Since I met you, you gave me purpose again and I can feel the cracks healing, it’s slow, but it was always going to be.”

Jason pulled his hand back and Danny pressed his core back to his chest. “I’m glad you’re healing. You’ve been helping me a lot too, healing is always slow, but we’ll do it together. And you’ll tell me if I ever make it worse, or if there’s anything I can do to help won't you?”

“Ya we will, but I think I’m well enough to face the GIW soon. I’ll start looking for them along with your people. If they’re still around I don’t think it will take me that long to find them,” Danny told Jason softly. “As for helping, just don’t leave me, and don’t die. I don’t want to think about what I could become without you to ground me.”

“I’m not going anywhere, and I’ll be right there with you when we take down the GIW. I won’t let anyone hurt you. I love you,” Jason promised, pulling Danny back against his chest.

“I love you too,” Danny sighed, snuggling against Jason tiredly.

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Danny hadn’t been kidding when he said he would be able to find the GIW quickly when he started to look. It turned out that the GIW were sort of using ghosts in their firewall? It made it next to impossible for regular people to find, or hack it, but made it all the easier for Danny to track down. He found five bases besides the one that he had destroyed during his escape. Which was more than Jason had expected, though none of them seemed to be that big. According to the files two had ‘specimens’, so they were going to hit those two first and free whatever free whatever poor souls were still trapped there.

Jason had yet to leave Crime Alley since his takeover of the turf, but it would have to happen eventually. They would only be gone for one, maybe two days so it was a good first test.

They had a basic plan; break in and rely on stealth till they had located the prisoners, release them, then cause as much damage and havoc as they could on the way out. Danny would be the power house, taking the chance to really let loose in a way he hadn’t in a long time. Jason would follow and plant explosives so once they got out they would leave nothing to salvage.

They had a bit of a discussion about when to go. During the night there would be fewer people there making it safer to break in, but the disadvantage of that was they would take out fewer GIW agents. The fewer of those assholes still walking the earth the less likely it was anyone would come for Danny. There would be no one to continue the cycle of violence if everyone else was dead. In the end they still decided to go at night. If only because they would be less likely to walk in on someone actively being tortured, which would be too much for Danny. They needed to avoid Danny having a panic attack in enemy territory if at all possible.

So Jason wrangled his people into readiness to be left alone and keep things ticking over, and told a few selected people where they were headed in the unlikely case they needed rescue. Jason had started planning a ride too, since unlike the Bats they didn’t have their own private jet. But Danny told him there was no need, just get them out of Gotham and Danny could handle the rest. Jason was curious about what he meant by that, but when he asked Danny gave him the cheeky smile that promised it was a surprise Jason would like. Jason decided to wait and see.

Once they were ready they left Gotham at Sunset, Danny on the back of Jason’s bike with his arms tight around his waist and pressed against his back. Normally when they rode like this Jason could feel Danny’s vibrating purr against his back but today Danny was still and silent, probably too tense to purr. Jason understood, no matter what they found or how well this went it was bound to be triggering as hell. Danny was walking right back into one of the facilities where he had been experimented on and tortured. Jason didn’t think there was anything he could say to make Danny feel better, so he mostly stayed quiet and let Danny think his thoughts.

“Okay, we’re far enough away I think. Pull over please, far enough that we won’t be easily seen from the road. I haven’t done this in… more than a year, I’m not totally sure how it’s going to go,” Danny said suddenly and Jason nodded, looking for a place to pull off the road and into the woods. Finding a good place to hide his bike, and themselves for whatever Danny was planning on doing.

Jason found a place to park his bike and let Danny get off before him, once they were off he laid the bike down where it wouldn’t be easily found, and turned on his personal tracker so he would be able to find it later. “Alright, ready when you are. I’m looking forward to seeing what you’ve been so mysterious about,” Jason encouraged his boyfriend, taking off his motorcycle helmet to switch it for his Red Hood one.

Danny nodded and took a few steps back and took a deep breath, “I really haven’t done this in years. Not since I escaped for the first time. It made it easier for them to track me,” Danny explained before he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

As Jason watched Danny started to change, not all at once, but the appearance Jason knew started to flicker and fade in patches. It looked like he was molting, and like a computer glitching, leaving him looking… different. The shape of the costume was a lot like his Hyena get-up, but it was entirely monochrome, and this Hyena had been dead for a long time. The suit was black with start-white protruding ribs wrapped around his chest like armor, white knee and elbow pads, and a white stripe down the front of his boots added to the skeletal effect. Danny’s mask had turned from a muzzle to a Hyena skull with a tuft of white hair showing above it. When Danny opened his eyes they were pits of toxic green glowing from behind the Hyena’s empty eye sockets.

Jason would have frozen up completely, if he hadn’t noticed Danny was swaying slightly. Jason jumped forward just in time to steady Danny before he could fall. Danny leaned against him, he felt cooler than usual and… insubstantial in an odd way.

“That felt different then it used to,” Danny murmured, putting a hand to his forehead. He felt the mask and blinked before glancing down at himself. “Huh, I knew this form was connected to emotions and shit, but I didn’t expect it to change this much,” He murmured, running his hands over the mask and then back through his hair, pushing his hood back to show his hair was all white now, and moving like it was underwater.

“What… is this?” Jason asked, combing his fingers through Danny’s hair which felt like the softest, unmelting, fresh fallen snow between his fingers.

“My ‘ghost form’. I told you I was as dead as I was alive, this is my dead form,” Danny said gesturing down as himself before fully gaining his footing and standing up on his own. He took off the mask (Jason was far more relieved then he’d admit that Hyena skull was a mask, he hadn’t been sure) and smiled at him. Danny still looked very much like himself, though his mouth was wider, his teeth were sharper and his skin had the very distinct deathly pallor of a frozen corpse.

Jason gave a considering hum and cupped Danny’s face, leaning down to kiss him. His lips felt cool and there was no pulse against Jason’s lips, but they were soft and Danny kissed back with the same sweetness as always. “You look badass as hel,l Moonlight,” Jason told Danny who blushed a soft blue and smiled at him, pulling him back in for another quick kiss.

“Alright, like this I can get us to the base,” Danny said, pulling the mask back on before his feet lifted off the ground and he hovered a few feet up. “Carrying you should be no problem, we’ll be silent, and if needed I can cloak us. We just have to land a ways out because I’m sure they have ghost detectors and shields. I’ll have to change back to get through. Sounds good?”

“Sounds great,” Jason agreed easily. He’d been around the Supers for years as a kid, he was used to being carried like that.

“Great,” Danny cheered, swooping over Jason and grabbing him under the arms and lifting him up with no apparent effort. He held Jason as they took off towards base, Danny flew fast but Jason’s helmet protected his eyes from the wind so it was fine.for Danny to change back into his human form. It looked like reversed timelapse footage of a flower losing its petals. Jason watched in awe as the man he knew and loved reformed around this odd, pale being.

When it was done Danny shook out his limbs and rolled his head on his neck like he was having to resettle himself in his body before he nodded firmly once. “Alright, let’s go,” Danny said, checking his mask one more time.

Jason nodded and made a hand sign to advance, reminding Danny from here on they wouldn’t be using words. Danny nodded and fell in just behind Jason as they approached the facility. They had found a weak point in the plans for ventilation and used that to get in. This place was clearly designed to keep things in more than out, and not with humans in mind, it was almost embarrassingly easy to sneak in. They hid as a couple of agents walked by, assholes in white coats and dark glasses, edgy as hell and obviously overly full of themselves. Jason was looking forward to ripping through them on the way back out.

As they moved through the building Jason planted bombs at strategic locations ready to be detonated once they had cleared the facility of anyone who actually deserved to live. They didn’t want to leave anything standing. The less of the information and weapons that survived to potentially fall into the wrong hands, the better.

In the labs on the lower floors they found a few ‘blob ghosts’ as Danny called them, and a bunch of equipment, a couple of which Danny helped himself to. Jason didn’t bother because he didn’t know what any of this stuff was, they’d probably do more harm than good in his hands.

Deeper in the labs they found a few proper ghosts too, locked in cells Jason managed to hack and get open. Danny darted in and started murmuring softly to a woman he called Ember, and who called him Babypop with shock and grief before he used one of the tools he’d stolen to open some sort of portal and sent her on. He found a thing he called Shadow, but that one didn’t talk, and Jason didn’t see it though he believed Danny that it was there. Danny used the portal gun to send them on too.

They were reaching the end of the facility and Jason was glad they’d only found two sentient beings, he would have much preferred None but it could have been a lot worse. This was the largest facility so if they only had two actual ‘ghosts’ the others would probably have one at most.

They moved through the rest of the labs quickly, staying just long enough to clear them of anyone who might be held there, but not lingering over metal tables, scalpels, lasers, and saws. Jason was trying not to think about Danny strapped down to one of those, cut open and either begging them to stop or dissociating and staring, he wasn’t sure which would be worse.

Finally they reached the deepest room in the facility, Jason was expecting another lab, until he saw the security pad at the door. The previous labs had been in a complex, no codes or cards needed to get into each individual one once you were on the floor. What was special about this lab? The security was decent too, nowhere near as easy to get through as previous doors.

“Keep watch Hyena, this is going to take a minute,” Jason murmured into their mic and Danny nodded, flitting to the end of the hall to keep watch while Jason worked on the security.

It took him about fifteen minutes and thankfully no one came around, they must have hourly patrols or something. Danny glanced over at the sound of the door unlocking and Jason nodded, gesturing for him to come. He stepped inside, getting the full view of a room full of wires, monitoring equipment, and what looked like a cloning tube or stasis pod. Holy shit was the GIW somehow in league with CADMUS?

There was a girl floating in the tube, maybe fourteen or fifteen, small for her age. Her hair was black but he couldn’t see much else. He heard Danny come into the room behind him and let out a soft gasp.

“Oh god,” Danny breathed softly. Jason looked over at Danny expecting to see his own surprise reflected in Danny’s face. No, he was shocked, yes, but he looked heartbroken and horrified. There was absolutely recognition there. “Ellie.”

#danny phantom #dc x dp #jason todd #fanfiction #dead on main #my writing #Hood and Hyena #dani phantom #GIW

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raverinalavara · 1 year ago

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Unfair Love

Your fingers were cramping from how hard you were holding the door. Your eyes mad to be deceiving you, Regulus fucking Black cant be standing in front of you. The guy you loved from the simply age of 5 all the way until the end of school. He had been your best friend, the guy you pined over for years and years while he pushed you aside every time he got a girlfriend. Only to suck you right back in when he got bored.

“No..” You said moving to close the door to your brother's manor. Tom, Mattheo and You were triplets. Magical beings already formed crazy connections but the three of you could literally feel each other and each other's major feelings. So the shock and pain of seeing Regulus had pulled them from the upstairs living room to the top of the stairs. Leaning against opposite walls, Tom positions so he could see down the stairs easily keeping an eye on you while being positioned in a way to be easily overlooked.

When Regulus pushed his way in, it took everything in both of them to stay put but your voice stopped them. “Tom is home. If that's not bad enough, so is Mattheo. Do not come any further into my home Regulus.” Regulus paused just inside the door, while he had been friends with both boys in school. He also knew they were fiercely protective of their ‘baby’ sister. They would kill each other if the other hurt her, so they would easily Avada him if he pushed to hard.

“Y/n.. Dont marry him.” He said in a nonchalant tone. Acting like he wasnt rocking her world and trying to crumble her relationship to pieces. “ Regulus.. Your being a dick.” You said unconsciously stepping towards the stairs and pulling your hands up to your chest. He stepped towards you and smiled in a cocky way that made you want to slap him “Come on y/n/n, you know you its always been me.. Dont marry him.”

Those words sparked anger in your gut.

Stepping towards him this time you sneer. “I was second to every single girl that even looked your way in school! You literally asked me to the yule ball and then FORGOT and went with some girl from Ravenclaw! I cant.. I wont.. I.. I..” It felt like a let down to your last name when that spark died and never turned into a fire as you started to almost hyperventilate. Every time he broke your heart played through your head as his eyes flicked above your head.

You didnt need to turn around to know your brothers were coming down. Mattheo was past you quickly, having moved before your breathing even got uneven. Tom wasnt as familiar with panic and anxiety attacks as you and he were. He didnt stop to comfort you as he grabbed his old friend harshly and jerked him out the door. He didnt slam it on his way out knowing that would just startle you and make it worse.

Tom had always for some reason been the one you went to for comfort. You thought it was probably just because he was the ‘oldest’. He was the one who retucked you into bed when you had bad dreams even though he was the same age. He had always just carried himself in a way that gave big brother vibes. Every where you went people thought you and Matt were twins and Tom was the older brother.

He would always have a hard time dealing with others feelings but he always made the most effort for his siblings. When you collapsed onto the stairs and started sobbing he moved the rest of the way to you quickly. He tries to get you to calm your breathing but its like you cant hear him. He does the only thing he knows too, the same thing he use to do when you were children and he couldnt wake you from a nightmare. Pressing his forehead to yours he gently entered your mind. it was easy to find you in panic because when all the thoughts finally formed into a picture you were stood frozen while everything moved around you.

Him saying your name broke your focus as you turned confused then relieved to see him. “Tommy” You said in a broken whisper as he reached for you, tucking your head against his shoulder and hugging you he looked around. “Lets walk through all this, yeah?” Nodding against his chest “I just feel so much right now.. Im so mad at Regulus. Ive tried my entire life to be what he wants, to be someone he sees but he never did. I was just someone to placate his ego in between relationships.”

Tom watches as memories of you crying, of Regulus manipulating you and leaving flash around him and he squeezes tighter. “He hasnt spoken t-to me in years and then he just shows up here the night before Im supposed to get married?!” You sob and then suck in a harsh breath “Oh my god. Teddy.. Whats he going to think when he finds out I was crying over another man when im supposed to be relaxing and getting ready to marry him!”

You pull away and pull out of your head and then away from Tom in the real world. Standing you start to pace and pull at your hair. Tom sighs and stands to try and stop you but the door flies open. Mattheo running in frantically looking for you, only to be shoved out of the way by your tall sandy blond fiancee. “Tesoro” He barley whispers as he rushes to pull you into his arms. Your knees giving out again but he keeps you up. His huge hand cups the back of your head and neck as he shushes you gently.

Theo swears his heart is breaking as your shoulders rack with sobs. He turns to look at his other best friends, Tom is staring at the door, clearing pissed and trying to stay put. Mattheo is pulling at his own hair when he sees the questions in his friends eyes. Hes struggling because he wants to tell him so he can better comfort you, but he doesnt want to betray your trust. Thankfully he doesnt have to, you can feel his panic and pull away just enough too look up. “Regulus was here.”

Theos head snaps back to you and he tries to reign in his feelings quickly knowing that they will all play out on his face. His first feeling was worry, he had worked so hard to show you how you should actually be treated. So many dates where he couldnt even hold your hand yet. Regulus had treated you so poorly from day one that his nontoxic love was foreign and unwelcome.

You had grown up in vastly different environments. Birthing triplets had killed your mother. While your father wasn't horrible or abusive, he was unattentive. He would rather you have a nanny (who he sleeps with before replacing and repeating) then try and raise you alone. While Theo grew up with parents who not only loved him but each other.

Next was anger at the audacity. Then was worry again but this time for you. Taking a deep breath and taking your cheek in one hand he wipes your tears away. “Ok, tell me why your so upset by that. We have to be on the same page to talk through this. Can we go sit down?” you shake your head and pull him up the stairs, away from your brothers to your room. You let go of his hand and keep walking straight for your bathroom.

After a few mintues long arms wrapped around you, crossing over and gripping your upper arms. “Im here, Tesoro. Whenever your ready.” You didnt register any measure of time as you stood under the water with him holding you and pressing kisses to your neck and shoulder. “I dont deserve you theo..” you say so quietly he almost doesnt hear. Before he can ask what you mean your already speaking. “Here I am, the night before marrying you, crying over some other guy.. God im so horrible.”

Before your hands can cover your face, Theo has spun you around and is tilting your face forcing you to look at him. He looks just a little annoyed as he speaks, “Dont say that. Do you remember what Tesoro means?” You sniffle and nod but he raises his eyebrows waiting for you to say it. “It means treasure.” He nods and smiles just a little “So.. My Tesoro couldnt be horrible.. I get it darling.. He was your first love, theres a lot of trauma there. I know your not crying because you miss him, your crying for 17 year old you, for 15 year old you and so on. And thats ok, because thats how we heal.”

Theos heart warmed as you stare up at him in awe. “I know its difficult for you, my love. That this open communication and understanding isnt something that comes naturally too you. So youll have to give me just a little grace while I continue to learn to navigate you. I promise one day Ill be an expert.” He leans in and kisses your forehead, staying there for just a moment to give you both a second to pull yourselves together.

When he pulled back the smile he loves was back on your face. He sighs happily and kisses your nose before looking at you. Everything was right in his world again, all he needed to do now, was wait for you to go to sleep. Because Regulus.. Well Theo completely understood where YOU were coming from. But Black? Nah. While tending to lean towards his mothers Hufflepuff nature, sometimes he needs to remind people why he was sorted into Slytherin. Why he became friends with The Dark Lords children. Why he and your brothers trusted him to care for you. And tonight, it would be Regulus` turn to learn.

#theodore nott x reader #theo nott xreader #theodore nott #slytherin #slytherinboys #theo nott #theodore nott x you #theodore nott x y/n #theo nott x reader #theo nott x y/n #theodore nott imagine #theo nott x you

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theboredhooman · 5 months ago

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okay but kame and asa are literally 100% in love i don’t make the rules ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

long post overanalysing and yapping about these two lesbians + spoilers for the ‘mononoke: phantom in the rain’ movie! go watch it right now if you can 👹👹

kame is literally asa’s most precious thing. you can NOT tell me she's not. even if you don’t ship them it is very obviously canon.

asa was soo flustered and didn’t want to tell kame about this, even blushing?? like understandable though it’s basically a confession

one of asa’s first reactions was always to check if kame was okay whenever the mononoke appeared

sure, it could’ve just been a friend thing, but asa was constantly looking out for kame in the ooku

defending her and taking the blame for all her mistakes and trying to protect her from harm, standing up to awashima and mugitani

asa i know what you are i saw that blush when kame smiled after you told her she could work with you instead of mugitani (I get you she was so cute tho)

”Such neat handwriting” asa’s eyes were so soft it actually broke my heart when i saw awashima cutting kame’s hair

the well scene….just…

asa trying to pull up kame, and kame doing the same for her

also asa being sort of lifeless while she hangs there until kame tells her that ‘it’ll be alright!/I’ve got you!’ and suddenly she snaps out of her shock, gaining emotions again

also it was so cute when they were talking next to each other at night

speaking of which, kame making asa promise to not let go while they sleep and asa adjusting to a more comfortable grip while holding hand was just; auGHHH 😩

ALSO ALSO “Kitagawa made me realise what was important, what I should never throw away,” and then KAME TURNING TO SMILE AT ASA AND ASA SMILING BACK WITH THAT ADORING LOOK IN HER EYES?? (note: there was also minor foreshadowing here with the empty doll cupboard but i think that had more to do with kitagawa)

and the cut off after saying she needed to say something important was really suspicious like what did she say??

idk how this related but afterwards she became more focused and hardworking on her job(but also more rigid and firm in her beliefs) and kame tipped out her water instead of drinking it (because she became the opposite? more rebellious/defiant maybe? idk)

speaking to the medicine seller, she said she understood kitagawa’s feelings, which makes me think kitagawa also had a thing for her friend lol like there was absolutely something going on there if she(kitagawa) fell apart after her friend left

only mildly related but i believe karakasa’s next target was probably going to be kame and she was used as bait for it (as something a redditor* mentioned was asa may have sent kame away to protect her rather than the reason kitagawa did, OR lure out karakasa) edit: nvm i remembered wrong it was utayama i believe (due to perhaps resentment within the doll’s umbrella*) or asa (following the logic that awashima and mugitani were both the head housemaids(?) favoured by utayama before asa, although again the end goal was probably to attack utayama)

also when asa was addressing the other maids of the ooku before the birth celebratory ceremony and bowed, kame bowed but nobody else did (which means they didn’t respect asa)

then kame got mad and showed her support for her girl like hell yeah 👏 and asa gained more confidence which i think was sweet

oh and asa was also like “the thing that kept me grounded was lady kame” 🥹🥹

she also said (acc. to netflix subs) “And yet, I yearned for nothing more than to share meals with Kame. And spend countless nights just staying up late, giggling and talking to her.” SHE SOUNDED SO LOVESICK 💔

btw love how the medicine seller instantly knew asa was looking for her boo lmao

anyways i think it mayyy not have been requited on kame’s side, at least canonically, but I have literally zero doubt asa was in love with her. then again homophobes and censorship. uh. it’s alright i ship them very hard either way i need more lesbians in my life hehe.

in conclusion. Harold they’re lesbians. thanks for coming to my ted talk. yeah o7

*redditors talked about the choice of karakasa as the yokai.(i recommend reading it, it’s very interesting imo)

#they are THE lesbians bro #i was scrolling through the mononoke tag and frankly there’s a criminal lack of talk about them #maybe it’s bc the movie’s still new and the fandom’s small?#what should there ship name be? asame is cute tbh kamasa sounds like kamala lmao #mononoke asa #mononoke kame #mononoke #mononoke: phantom in the rain #phantom in the rain #mononoke 2024 #asame #if they were in the modern era asa would absolutely listen to good luck babe #long post #bored’s posts #edit: apparently their tag is #asakame #edit: woah i did not format or organise this very well. ah well. deal with it lmao

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bubbabooo · 1 year ago

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Ao3 Recs

First Love, Late Spring by miyachondria

Oikawa x reader, exes to lovers. “Oikawa Tooru’s eyes are still the same shade of honey brown, and you still fall in love the way you used to: hard, plummeting, like a burning comet making its way across the night sky.” Loved this! This is an exes to lovers fic, and typically i don’t love those. The way this was written changed my mind though. It was so romantic and beautiful. Completed

filed of flowers by sukirichi Kita x reader, strangers to lovers. You're a princess needing to flee to the country side due to some conflict, lucky for you there's a certain silver haired farmer willing to take you in. I loved this one!! (yes I know I say that about every single one leave me alone). But this was so bittersweet. As you know I'm a sucker for royal au's. This one has a sad ending though beware! Broke my cold heart :( completed.

What Comes With by rightplacewrongtime Ushijima x reader, established relationship. Ushijima really only cares about two things: His wife and volleyball. He sees no other things to really focus on aside from his friends as well. However someone thinks it'll be fun to weasel their way into his life taking his wife's place. He see's all the red flags everyone else is just so painstakingly blind to. OH MY GOD!! This one evoked so much rage in me. The fucking audacity of Tachibana?? Like who do you think you are?? I like this one but it makes me so mad. If you decide to read this please tell me about what you think of chapter 7. The thing that happens in that chapter made me go fucking ballistic. Once you read you'll know exactly what I'm talking about. Ongoing.

The Gift of a Greek God (orphan account) Oikawa x reader, PINING!!, enemies to friends to lovers, fake dating. Oikawa Tooru, otherwise known as Eros, can get anyone he wants. Throughout the centuries no one has resisted him. Except one person, you. REINCARNATION AU! REINCARNATION AU! One of my favs!! This trope has a special place in my heart. Oikawa lowkey an ass in the beginning but he obvs grows on you. You will literally fall in love with him by the end. Completed.

#ushijima x reader #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #kita x reader #kita shinsuke x reader #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa toru x reader

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sparklystarrrr · 2 months ago

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Random Headcannons of my favs!

Synopsis: literally what the title said, it's completely random and I love my baby boys, more Hcs will be added on as I think of them

Contains: Riddle Rosehearts, Idia Shroud, Sebek Zigvolt

out of everyone (Ace, Deuce, Trey) from the Queendom of Hearts he's the only one with a British accent

he listens to either classical music or, if he's feeling a bit cheeky and rambunctious, I feel like he'd listen to Laufey or some of Frank Ocean's slower songs like "White Ferrari" in his free time

he had to ask Vil about where to get a good quality red eyeliner for his dorm uniform

he's always getting snipped in Cater's magicam pics and ends up in photo dumps where he looks kinda disformed (my man ain't always photogenic, unfortunately)

he knows how to play mainly string instruments but did fancy himself a trumpet in middle school

incredibly gullible to modern humor and doesn't understand it, then gets mad when ppl laugh at him for not understanding (almost exploded at a "ur mom" joke that Ace made "WHAT DO YOU MEAN MY MOTHER??!!")

treats the hedgehogs like his children

has his own way of being snarky and making jokes, and when he insults you he makes it BURN.

loses too many brain cells listening to Ace and Deuce trying to formulate an explanation on why they broke a rule

gets really bad headaches

hates playing Uno with a burning passion because someone always has a card up their ass and says they have Uno; the only card game he will never ever play but can't ban it from the dorm because there's probably a rule saying "all kinds of card games are to be played"

definitely bumped into one of his book shelves before and got burried under books

has a strawberry garden in the Heartslabyul garden somewhere

polishing his lil crown is part of his nightly routine

has a GIANT family and they're all super affectionate w him (his yiayia gives him thousands of kisses on his cheeks and calls him her most handsome grandson and he just stands there not knowing what to do)

HE HAS A SLIGHT GREEK ACCENT BCS I SAID SO.(can you tell I love this man being Greek it makes my heart flutter)

him and Ortho have gaming nights and he likes to let Ortho win most of the time like they're still kids

when he takes a shower his fire extinguishes and his hair is kinda like Silver's except blue and has a slight wave in it, probably a lot messier too

if he loses to a game too many times he hacks the game to make it easier for him to win

uses AI for most of his assignments because Ortho won't help him, says it's better for him to do the work himself instead of relying on AI(obvi he does it anyways and Ortho finds out like a disappointed parent)

he has a sleeper build DON'T QUESTION ME ON THAT this man works with machinery like on the daily and ya'll say he's scrawny like NO I DISAGREE

he either ties his hair or clips it back a lot because he gets too annoyed at his hair when it's in his face

he bites his lips a lot whether out of anxiety or on accident, biting his tongue hurts like HELL

if the wifi or power cuts out he will go full blown panic mumbling mode

a fantastic flashlight

keeps painkillers, eye drops and chapstick in a drawer in his night stand but never goes in it

his hands and feet are so cold

he hides his hands in his hair to warm them up in winter

he rly does love his dad a lot, but his pride is much too big for him to say that

gets yelled at a LOT in class or in the library for being wayyy over the volume level

i feel like he can do really cool tricks while doing push-ups like clapping his hands behind his back or doing push-ups one handed

Malleus is over his devotedness and just prays every day that he can have some peace and quiet(he's one more Sebbie speech from striking him with a lightning bolt)

puts a pic of Malleus above his bed

has a plethora of dragon plushies in carrying sizes, shapes, colors and patterns

probably tries to commission someone to recreate the armor that peepaw Baur gave him in the dream

a lot of the students are scared of him because he's so loud, especially students with animal ears or something that gives them increased hearing(they hear him from more than a mile away... not fun for sensitive ears)

gets embarrassed really easily

had baby hands for the longest time

can't choose between pampering himself to look good as Malleus's knight or to pamper Malleus more than he already does and look gruff and beat up to be intimidating and manly

he does like Silver, he just cares about him in his own way(I saw something similar to this but I don't remember who drew it, but it was Sebek holding Silver up while he was sleeping again and I actually cried my baby boys are so cute)

he had to find a new horse for Equestrian club because the one he had when starting out in the club was too short and his legs touched the ground while sitting atop the horse

knows how to cook stuff but only things high in protein and made for strengthening

eats Lilia's cooking because he honors him too much and then has a stomach ache that feels worse than getting dragged on the burning floors of Hell

speaking of being sick, it's the only time he's remotely quiet. I don't mean he's not loud but he just can't talk at his normal decibel of speaking (everyone is praising the Lord)

i love my silly boys

#twisted wonderland #riddle rosehearts #heartslabyul #disney twisted wonderland #idia shroud #ignihyde #sebek zigvolt #diasomnia #angie yaps #twisted wonderland x reader

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myung-jaes · 10 months ago

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USED TO THIS ― lee anton

010. how do u swim on dry land

immediately upon pushing his front door open with the tip of his finger, anton screamed, the noise falling into tune with the squeaking of the hinges of his front door. his arms flailed everywhere, hitting the wall to find the light switch, while also working to shield his body from whatever weapon the entity in his apartment might have.

“what the fuck, dude?” anton grasped his chest as the lights turned on in the room, his eyes adjusting to the brightness, immediately recognizing your figure sprawled across his couch, your chin resting on the velvet blue arm of the couch. “you’re insane.”

“what? spare key,” you waved the metal key in the air, the light reflecting off of it. you laughed at the terrified look on anton’s face, his brown eyes wide, pupils dilated, and his breathing uneven.

anton rolled his eyes, acknowledging the mocking tone in your voice, hints of you taking a jab to when he had entered your apartment the prior week using his spare key. “okay, well you could’ve told me, you know, give a little heads up?”

“you’re one to talk. you literally broke into my apartment last week without me knowing,” you taunted, raising yourself to sit straight on the couch. “plus, i tried texting you, but you didn’t respond. also, because we haven’t talked in a while, i bought you food and gundam to make up for it.”

shit. anton felt his face drop, you were catching on to his attempts of avoiding you, and still, you were the first one to try to break the distance. he felt his heart tug at the way you were ready to apologized, ready to take the blame, even if you didn’t know what it was— knowing that it wasn’t even your fault, it was on him for being stupid and making bigger efforts than he needed to in order to give you your space.

“you didn’t have to, i mean, it’s not like we’re not talking, right? we just talked a while ago.”

“anton, it’s tuesday, and the last time you actually talked to me was last wednesday. i feel like you’re just avoiding me, i mean, everytime i come to talk to you, you always walk away and act like you don’t see me. hell, you even stopped sitting next to me in humanities.”

shit. shit. shit.

watching anton just stand there in silence, unmoving to your previous words, you spoke again, your voice quieter than usual. “did i do something? i mean, were you lying that day when you went on your whole i can’t get mad at you spiel or what?”

“no, no, no.” anton shut his eyes briefly, bowing his head before taking slow strides to you, stopping right in front of the couch. “you didn’t do anything, and i wasn’t lying when i said that— i actually cannot fathom the thought of getting mad at you. i was just being stupid, it’s nothing.”

the words were sitting at the tip of his tongue, but anton couldn’t tell you the truth. he would never tell you the real reason why he was being distant in the first place.

oh, the guys told me that i need to give you space so you can make progress with taeyoung, but i’m a dumbass and thought: oh! i should just ignore her.

he couldn’t say that, he would sound dumb, and it would probably only irritate you further to the point where you would go out of your way to push taeyoung away just to prove to anton that he didn’t need to do that. you always did that, you always made sure he wouldn’t be at any inconvenience because of you.

the questioning look on your face only worried anton further, anxious that you would pry at him, trying to get him to open up about what’s on his mind. yet, he couldn’t let you speak, afraid that if you did, he would easily succumb to your soothing words and concerned questions.

“well, forget about that. you said you brought food and gundam,” anton plastered a wide smile on his face as he jumped onto the couch beside you, hitting you in the process. you shoved him away from you, hitting him back.

“just for that, maybe i shouldn’t have brought it.”

“oh, come on,” he fake cooed, watching as you pushed the bag of food towards him, but anton was quick to open it only to offer you the first bite. “have you eaten yet?”

“i can’t remember, i think i ate a few hours ago when hanni came over with breakfast before class.”

“yn, that was before 9, it’s 7, it’s been, like, ten hours,” anton’s eyes staring at you with a worrisome gaze, his right hand holding the fork, pushing it towards you, while his left hand hovered under it, making sure the food wouldn’t fall out.

“anton,” you complained, moving to push his hand away, but he didn’t budge. “i brought it for you.”

“yn,” he mocked your tone, lifting the fork away from your grasp, and pushing it towards your lips, which he caught himself staring at for a brief moment before flitting his gaze back up to your eyes. “i’m not eating until you do.”

with a sigh, you begrudgingly complied, anton taking a bite right after you, just as he had said.

the two of you sat in silence for a while, reveling in each other’s presence, both still feeling that tug of tension from your lack of contact. anton, seemingly the most on edge, kept darting his gaze from you to the table in front of him, something urging him to say something, anything, but he was afraid.

the boy waited until you had finished your last bite before dropping his fork with a sigh, thinking of anything to say to you, before the worst words came out of his mouth. “so what’s up with you?”

of course, he had to ask that, intensifying the tension between the two of you. it had to be the dumbest thing he could’ve used to start a conversation with, the words only reminding you both of the game of ignorance anton was playing this past week. yet, feeling bad already that you were the one to initiate the break in distance between the two of you, and that you were already worried he was upset with you, he wanted to make sure he’d fully engage himself and his attention to just you— not that he doesn’t already do that. yet, the minute he spoke that simple question, the next minute he wished he could take it back.

“not much, i’ve been so busy with finishing these two projects, i feel like i’m going insane.” you quickly stole a bite of anton’s food, the boy side-eyeing you before shoving your prying hand away. “well, not fully insane yet, thanks to taeyoung. talking about my project, i was actually going to ask you—“

“oh, right. you’re working with taeyoung, i didn’t know you guys were that close.” what the fuck. anton mentally slapped himself for speaking without thinking, his tone carrying hints of sarcasm, letting his close-to-bursting thoughts out, immediately cutting your previous sentence off.

“yeah, i don’t know, it just happened? i mean, we always had classes together, and we have so much in common, which is crazy, but we never talked— well, not until we ran into each other at the store.”

unsure if he was triggered by the mere mention of taeyoung, or if he let the boys get to his head, anton dead-panned. “okay, so you guys are getting even more closer, like progressing your relationship, then.”

i need to shut the fuck up.

taken aback by his tone, void of any emotion except the hints of sarcasm in it, you let out a dry laugh. “where did you even get that from?”

“come on, yn. your relationships always start off like this— and i’m not saying this happens with every guy you talk to— but you’re always too nice to everyone, like you jump at any opportunity to get to know people, and it doesn’t help that taeyoung likes you.”

what the fuck.

“who even said i’m looking for a relationship with him? i mean, we’re literally working on a project together, plus i’ve only known him for a week, i don’t even connect with him on a deeper level like i do with y— you know, like how i would want to connect if i ever got that far into a relationship.”

“look, i’m just saying, you jump into these without even thinking— like yes, you do see the red flags when they pop up, but you’re always too nice to these guys no matter how they treat you, and then they end up only seeing you as a friend.”

“why do you always get so invested whenever i start talking to a guy, it’s not like i do that with you, clearly.”

anton turned to you sharply, “oh, i’m so sorry that i’m worried for you.”

“worried about what?” you cried out. “i get being worried, but you don’t need to talk down about every guy that shows interest in me, i never did that with you, and look what happened to you.”

“okay, so now you’re turning this on me? because if i remember correctly you weren’t too fond of my past relationships either.”

“well, yeah, you’re coming at me for my relationship choices for no reason at all, when i wasn’t the one with someone who controlled my every move.”

“okay, and? that was one bad relationship,” anton shrugged, his shoulders tense at the sight of you mentioning his ex. “what about jinsik?”

“what about him?”

“despite how nice of a guy he was, it seemed like, at first jinsik was just using you to distract himself from his ex.”

“okay, well, so was i.”

“that’s bullshit, yn.” anton scoffed. “you weren’t even hung up over anyone like he was.”

your mind was racing, your heart beating faster than ever. you wanted to speak it out, but you didn’t, afraid that if you did, you’d ruin the entire friendship you had built up with anton. truth be told, you were using jinsik to distract yourself in the beginning. hell, you were sure you used any opportunity to talk to any other guy as a distraction. to distract yourself from anton’s presence— or lack of presence, seeing as, even then, he resulted in ignoring you.

though, there was more of a reason to anton’s absence, that being his ex-girlfriend, the same girl who had made it her mission to monitor who anton talked to, going far to the point where the boys were barely allowed to talk to him. yet, excluding this, there was always some foreign factor that irked you about their relationship. maybe it was the fact that he was quick to drop you and everything related to you, or maybe, as ricky had shouted into your ears one night while shaking your shoulders, it was jealousy. but you would never admit it— if it even was that.

“so is this the story that you cooked up about mine and jinsik’s relationship that you inputted into my friends’ minds? and, i don’t mind that you told the rest of them because they wouldn’t budge until they knew what was happening, but it’s the fact that you lied about it, telling them that he was shitty throughout the whole thing? that he ended things badly? because you of all people know it didn’t go like that, you were the only person who knew the whole scope because you’re the only person i could let in to see me vulnerable.”

anton paused. of course he knew the complete and true story to what happened between you and jinsik, he was there when you two ended things. the first thing you did was visit anton, hoping to distract yourself just by being in his presence, but he’s known you for 20 years, he could see right past your act, and you couldn’t bottle it up much longer.

then, why did he exaggerate the story so much in his head? he knew you both had ended things mutually, despite jinsik being the one to initiate it, that you both didn’t feel a deeper connection with each other far past when you guys started talking. and it’s not that jinsik was a bad guy, in fact he was the opposite, he treated you with everything you deserved, anton saw it. he saw the way you two looked at each other, the way you leaned towards each other to whisper your conversations, the way he would speed walk to catch up to you in the hallways, smoothly intertwining your fingers together before bringing your joint hands together and kissing your knuckles, all while looking anywhere but at you, knowing he’d get embarrassed.

holy shit.

it was like anton was solving one of those one thousand pieced-puzzles and finally found that one missing piece to finish it, which was probably hiding underneath the box.

that was the reason why he had noticed every small thing about you, especially when it came down to your relationships. why his senses seemed to reach its peak whenever he saw you with someone else, everything else in his surroundings becoming a blur. why he always had— and failed to fight— the urge to find something bad about the people you chose to involve yourself with, convincing himself that they weren’t good enough for you. and the reason why he couldn't get himself to find a deeper connection with anyone else.

he liked you. he likes you. anton lee had fallen victim to the falling for your best friend crap that he swore would only happen in the movies, or those stupid romance books you read— of course, you didn’t know he read all the ones you talked about, let alone how closely he would listen to you talk about them.

“i . . .” anton trailed, unsure of what to say or how to respond to you, afraid that anything he would say would worsen matters.

option one: fuck it and confess or option two: completely fuck it up.

“okay, so maybe i did see it from an exaggerated point of view,” option two: completely fuck it up. “but, to be fair, maybe i was just a bit . . . protective and concerned, so the lines between mutual break-up and horrible break-up were blurred.”

you shook your head slightly at anton trying to beat around his true reasoning, you never even wanted to confront him on the fact that he had stretched out the story of what happened between you and jinsik. yet, learning this yesterday on top of anton’s sudden spiteful attitude towards your relationship choices pushed you to pry into his reasoning more, a part of you knowing there was more on his mind that he wasn’t telling you. “still, there had to be some reason to that.”

anton immediately froze, his lips shut tightly together, he knew he couldn’t say it, even if this was a chance, he wasn’t willing to take it. oh, i was just jealous that you were with some guy that wasn’t me, no big deal!

only being answered by his silence and wandering eyes, prying into yours which were glossed up, overwhelmed with the entirety of the situation, you broke the silence with a deep sigh. you stood up, avoiding all eye contact with anton, and gathered all your things together before making a move for the front door. you felt like the two of you were playing some sort of mind game, driven by the lack of communication on both ends of your emotions, both of you holding back from speaking the truth.

“i should go,” you spoke out coarsely, slowly walking backwards to the door before turning to it. “you know, let you rest, plus, i need to get up early in the morning.” lie.

“yn,” anton whispered out, slowly standing up. you, idiot, just say it. tell her to stay, explain everything.

“no, it’s fine, i don’t want this to escalate, we’re just both overwhelmed, we’re fine,” you turned back to him briefly before walking to the front door, swiftly turning the handle, and shutting the door with a soft thud.

watching you walk out the door, anton cursed to himself, sitting back down onto his couch, his head in his hands. he hated this. he hated how right you were. he hated how you handled the situation. he hated how you stopped it before it got worse. he hated that he liked you.

but most of all, he hated how, despite how much he could confide in you for all these years, he couldn’t express his newly realized feelings for you.

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