#loveable!y/n

[thedarkcircuswritings]

I know no one's asked this but uh-

Pitaya, Ananas, and Longan with an S/O who is loved by everyone?

Pitaya Dragon is easily jealous and possessive over you, especially when every cookie seems to adore their passion just as much as they do, and that kind of ticks them off! Their words are sharp towards those who think they could claim their passion as their own, as it's their passion, and theirs only! Well, minus their two other siblings, but they're on very thin ice. Ananas Dragon is so proud to have you as their delicious fruit is as worshipped as they are, and it's a bit of a bragging point for them. Still, it does sometimes bug them when a cookie tries to cross boundaries... There is a line to be crossed when it comes to adoring their delicious fruit. Don't you dare try to cross it... Longan Dragon doesn't outwardly show it, but they are worried that one day you'll leave them for another cookie who loves you so... How could they show you how they'd let the world burn for you? Overall, these three dragons love you so, so much! But jealousy is in each of their dough, juuust a little bit.

[thegengarprincess]

:3

Edgar rlly is his daddy’s son isn’t he- ☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️ (N cuz their both fuckin *A D O R A B L E* N 4 *W H A* :’333333<3333333333!!!!!!!)

[eddiemetalheadmunson]

had this saved in my drafts for awhile so here's s'more wholesome Eddie thoughts for ya'.

Eddie doesn't have a type.

like, at all.

i'll say it again: THE GUY DOES NOT HAVE A TYPE.

he tries to act like he does, but when Eddie falls in love with a person, he falls in love with them as a whole, for EXACTLY who they truly are.

he genuinely loves humans despite them hurting him and letting him down, and finds others truly fascinating when they trust him enough to open up to him.

prep? punk? shy? outspoken? short? tall? big? small? happy? sad? private? an open book? he will love you completely.

no matter what he says about others who aren't as "metal" as him. that self-defense driven attitude goes right out the window the moment you let him in, and he will see you fully, in a terrifying way that no one ever has before, and will just keep wanting to know more about you. because you love him. you love him, and he loves you, and that shit is the most metal thing to EVER happen to him.

even if you're the polar opposite of him and his lifestyle.

Eddie Munson will love you for the fact that you're you. the only version of you that has ever existed, or will ever exist. he'll look at you like you're made of magic and he'll treat you like you hung the moon. simply because you're you. and because, somehow, in all of space and time, he's lucky enough you call you his.

to be loved by Eddie Munson is to be truly seen. seen, and accepted, and cherished for every part of who you truly are, dark corners and all.

[drainslo]

Brains & Brawn- Chapter 5: Spades

You watched Chishiya rest for a bit while trying to blink away the throbbing hangover feeling  you had. He looked incredibly vulnerable, you thought.

This was the first time both of you had slept overnight in the room. You almost laughed at the irony. First, it was you avoiding Chishiya. Then it was him awkwardly trying to give you space until he bribed you with drinks.

He was a man who knew the way to your heart.

The sun reflected off his face in a way that made him look heavenly. It felt sinful to admire him while he wasn’t aware of it. The light highlighted his blonde hair, which you noticed was dyed by the black showing his roots growing in. 

He was so easy on the eyes that you felt your face start to flush. You almost forgot the cruelty he once showed you. You chastised yourself for this, you may have let him buy you drinks but you weren’t going to harbor a crush for a man like this. Right?

You tentatively hopped out of bed, trying your best to be quiet. You rummaged through your closet for a change of clothes, before settling on an all black two-piece bikini with a sheet cover-up. You heard Chishiya start to stir.

You turned to watch as he silently opened his eyes and blinked at you.

“Good morning,” you said awkwardly.

He ignored your greeting, and looked around the room. He seemed faintly surprised that he was there for some reason.

“I didn’t mean to stay here,” he finally said.

“It’s expected. I mean Hatter wanted us in this situation, it’s more surprising it didn’t happen earlier,” was your reply.

“I only meant to bring you back here. It was late, and I had been drinking so I wanted to rest before leaving. I didn’t plan on staying overnight.” Chishiya seemed truthful for once, and looked as awkward as you felt.

You decided to relieve Chishiya from the awkwardness of the situation by letting him know he could stay with you. You had avoided each other long enough, and he proved he could be civil with you. However, you mostly decided on this because you felt the threat of Hatter looming overhead.

It would be unpleasant if Hatter found you were disobeying his orders, and it was pure luck that you hadn’t had an executive meeting or run into him recently. Sure you were impulsive and did things before thinking, but you weren’t stupid enough to keep defying Hatter.

“Chishiya, you don’t have to avoid this room. We were forced into this situation, but we should try to make the best of it and be civil roommates.” You said as you walked to the coffee-maker to boil water.

Chishiya looked contemplative, but a slight smile grew on his face. His smile was perfectly fine, you noted, thinking of how Kuina compared it to a grimace earlier. More than fine actually. “Alright,” he said.

He went to sit at the desk, pulling out the taser he was working on.

“Did it get broken?” you asked out of curiosity. 

He hummed in agreement. “At my last game.”

You left him as you went to find Kuina to spar with. To your surprise, you ran into Niragi with a woman on his arm.

“Hey! If it isn’t my favorite bitch,” he said, as if oblivious to the other woman.

You watched as she wrenched herself out of his grip, shooting you both a dirty look as she stormed away.

“Niragi! The same goes for you,” you smiled, looking for a topic to converse over. “How have your games been?”

Niragi’s face darkened briefly before he mimicked your smile, but it was too uncanny for someone who constantly risked their life in sadistic games. “Good— actually, pretty fucking amazing. I’ve never felt better.”

As he spoke, a chill of fear that was never there before rushed down your spine. He was too excited over it, and you saw a hungry look in his eye that you never noticed before.

“T-that’s great! I have to participate tonight in leading a group. My visa is expiring soon,” you stuttered, hating yourself for it. 

“Hah! Sounds fun. Speaking of fun— how have things been going with blondie?” Niragi laughed at his nickname for Chishiya.

“It’s getting better. I think.”

“I bet 15000 yen that he sleeps with you.”

You were taken aback at Niragi’s suggestion. Seeing the look on your face, he continued sarcastically, “What? He’s a man sharing a room with a beautiful woman.”

You hit the back of his head playfully before he could say more and walked to find Kuina in the area she usually smoked at.

——————

You waited with the rest of the masses for Hatter to finish making his rousing speech for the Beach’s players participating in games that night. You had to admit, you hated Hatter but he was extremely good with crowd control.

He finished speaking, and players started splitting into groups. Hatter usually divided groups into 4 or 5, with one of each speciality composing a group to make it balanced, as well as a supervising executive.

You watched as a couple meandered over to your group. “#9?” they asked, and you nodded.

There should be one more you noted, and then you saw a familiar blonde making his way over to you. You watched in disbelief as he stood next to you calmly.

“Are you in group #9?” the woman in the couple asked.

Chishiya nodded, and cooly looked towards you. He made four players, and it didn’t look like anyone else was joining.

“Alright, let’s get this started,” you said and led them all to the convertible. 

You were grateful that Tatta had such good taste in cars, and you drove to the game venue quickly. The car ride was spent in uncomfortable silence only broken by murmurs of the couple in the back. Chishiya was sitting shotgun next to you, and he was gazing out the window the entire ride.

You entered the venue with everyone, which took place in a high school football field with a line dividing the two sides. There were four phones left on the table when you entered, and four players who had already joined were waiting. You each reached for a phone.

GAME START

DIFFICULTY: FIVE OF SPADES

[CAPTURE THE FLAG]

NO WEAPON USE

TIME: 60 MINUTES

RULES:

PLAYERS MUST SPLIT INTO TEAMS OF FOUR AND PICK A SIDE OF THE FOOTBALL FIELD. 

THERE IS A FLAG ON EACH SIDE WITH A CIRCLED SAFEZONE AROUND IT. EACH TEAM MUST TRY TO GET THE FLAG FROM THE OTHER SIDE. THE GAME IS CLEARED ONCE A TEAM GETS THE FLAG FROM THE OTHER SIDE AND BRINGS IT TO THEIRS.

OUTSIDE OF THE FLAG’S SAFEZONE, ONCE THE PLAYER CROSSES INTO THE OPPOSING TEAM’S TERRITORY THEY MAY BE TAGGED BY AN OPPONENT. TAGGED PLAYERS GO TO ‘JAIL,’ A ZONE BEHIND THE FLAG.

THEY MUST REMAIN IN ‘JAIL,” UNTIL A TEAMMATE TAGS THEM, AND ONLY FREED JAILED PLAYERS CAN WALK BACK TO THEIR SIDE SAFELY. THE TEAMMATE WHO TAGGED THEM CAN STILL BE TAGGED.

IF ALL MEMBERS OF ONE TEAM ARE IN ‘JAIL,” IT IS GAME CLEAR FOR THE OTHER TEAM.

ALL PLAYERS WILL BE ELIMINATED IF THERE IS NO CLEAR WINNER BY THE TIME LIMIT.

“So there’s two strategies,” Chishiya looked faintly amused after the game’s rules were read. “Go for the offensive and try to get the flag from the other side–”

“--Or tag all players from the other team,” a man that wasn’t from the Beach finished Chishiya’s sentence. He smirked wickedly at Chishiya, and turned to team with his friend.

“All from the Beach form a team?” you questioned, but it wasn’t really a question. The couple nodded, but Chishiya didn’t respond. “Chishiya?”

He sighed like he was doing you a favor, and resigned himself to be part of your team. You took the left side of the football field and waited for the rest of the players to walk on the right side.

While waiting, you found that the woman from the couple was a hearts player while her boyfriend played clubs.

“I’m not particularly good at anything,” he explained and winked, “But I have a knack for surviving.”

“I think we should just rush the other side as soon as the game starts,” you said slowly. The couple looked unsure, and you didn’t see Chishiya’s reaction. For you, it made the most sense. There was no better opportunity to catch the other team off guard, and you could end the game quickly if one of you made it to the flag zone.

“Is anyone here good at running?” Chishiya asked. You and the man raised your hands. You weren’t surprised at the implied lack of athletic prowess from Chishiya.

“Her and I,” Chishiya pointed at the woman, “Will serve more as distractions for the other team. (Name) and your boyfriend will focus on targeting the flag.” 

“But what about the flag? If the other team does the same, someone should guard it,” the man protested. He didn’t seem too eager about being sent into the lion’s den. It was a smart thought from him, you noted frowning. You would have sent everyone from the team to the other side without a thought.

“Then a sprinter should stay to chase them down. (Name) should do it,” Chishiya replied. The man exhaled with disappointment. It was now clear that he wished to stay on this side. You realized that you didn’t know the names of the other players.

“Hey what are your names–” You were interrupted by the game start sound before you could continue talking further, and you watched as everyone rushed to the other side.

The other team wasn’t expecting the sudden attack, but even still the woman was chased down easily. You watched as Chishiya was targeted by the smirking guy from earlier. Chishiya was jogging lightly, but somehow hadn’t gotten tagged yet.

You turned your attention to the man who was supposed to be targeting the flag. He was almost there. So close. You almost cheered. You watched as his foot was about to step into the safe zone when he was suddenly yanked back by the smirking player.

How? He was targeting Chishiya. You drew your gaze to see Chishiya already heading towards the designated jail area where the woman was waiting.

With horror you realized that you were the only player standing on your side. The only player standing between life and death for you and three other people.

[blissfullyapillow]

A Lolita Fashionista

A Lolita Fashionista

Persona 4

Yosuke Hanamura x reader

wc: 1,580~

Notes: Reader is alluded to be a part of the investigation team, reader is alluded to have encountered their shadow self, Yosuke being a dork, trash cans, Teddie being his obnoxious self, thank you so much for requesting this anon I enjoyed writing this a lot :D sorry it took a long time for me to write!

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*   ♡　*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Lolita fashion is something you love, and you’re not afraid to show it. 

You love how the cute dresses make you feel, and the sweet compliments you receive from others.

Although, getting dressed does take a bit of time. You always make sure you look your best before leaving your home for the day, and that includes makeup.

The best part of your day is when Yosuke’s eyes light up in recognition as he spots you from afar.

Unfortunately for his bike, and him, this results in him crashing his bike into the nearest trash can.

For the third time this week.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*   ♡　*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

“Y/n! Oh, it’s so good to see you! I see you’re all decked out as usual.” Yosuke’s lips form a goofy grin as he slowly walks around you, admiring the cute bonnet on your head in the process.

“So, what’s the plan for today guys?” After Chie speaks up, the rest of the investigation team begins chatting amongst themselves. Yosuke continues to stand beside me, and he subtly grabs a hold of my arm.

He not so subtly motions for me to follow him, and so I do.

Kanji notices us separating from the group so he decides to voice a farewell. “Yo, Yosuke! Let me know how it goes. Watch out for that trash can next to you.” Kanji’s booming voice draws the attention of the others to our direction, and Yosuke’s cheeks burst in an explosion of red.

My cheeks flush as well, and I pray it goes unnoticed.

“Shut up moron, I can see the trash can! …but thanks.” Yosuke bashfully mutters the last part. He makes a quick escape with me in tow as Chie and Teddie’s teasing remarks reach my ears.

I wonder what Kanji means by ‘let me know how it goes?’

Aw well, this is my chance to impress Yosuke! I train my eyes on the back of Yosuke’s fluffy head as I recall the many times he’s made his love for Rise known. It doesn’t particularly bother me… okay, maybe it does. The girls Yosuke talks to or about clearly have little to no interest in him.

But I do! Why doesn’t he talk about me like that?

My thoughts continue in that direction until I accidentally bump into Yosuke’s back.

“Oof!” I step backwards and hope my makeup didn’t smudge on him. “Whoops, my bad! I should’ve given you a warning haha, but well, here we are!” Yosuke nervously gestures to…

I hope my face expresses the utter disappointment I feel; I stare into Yosuke’s eyes as he gestures to the Junes in front of us.

You have got to be kidding me.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*   ♡　*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

“Yosuke, look.” I gesture to the trash cans in the aisle, and Yosuke gives me a similar deadpan look to the one I gave him a few moments ago.

I giggle as I flash a teasing grin in his direction. I relish the way his eyes gleam with that familiar sparkle of adoration. “All jokes aside, are you alright? That’s the third time this week you’ve fallen into a trash can.” Yosuke awkwardly coughs into his fist at my words, and he attempts to laugh it off.

“Haha, right right. Well um, thanks for the concern Y/n. I really appreciate it, but as you can see I am a-okay!” Yosuke comically tries to flex, which results in one of the trash cans knocking against his arm and almost falling into the aisle.

Before it can hit Yosuke I quickly hold the edge of it and gently push it back into place.

Phew, thank you, fast reflexes!

Yosuke looks at me in astonishment as I let out a sheepish chuckle. I notice a small cut on his hand, and I step forward to take a closer look. Yosuke’s eyes follow my line of sight, and he quickly hides his hand behind his back.

“Yosuke, do you have-“ “Oh, look! It’s the clothing aisle! Come, let’s see if they have anything similar to the lolita dresses you always wear. You look so pretty in them, it’d be a shame not to check right?” Before I can fully process his sweet compliment Yosuke gently grasps my hand in his as he guides me to the clothing section.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*   ♡　*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

“Oh my gosh Yosuke, look!” The clothing section did in fact have lolita clothes, somehow, and I’m currently gushing over a cute petticoat I found in the clearance section.

“You’ll look beautiful in that petticoat, you should get it.” I abruptly look up when Yosuke’s soft voice reaches my ears, and my breath catches when his eyes meet mine.

I see evident affection in his warm brown eyes, and it acts as a magnet as I lean in closer to him. Yosuke leans in towards me as well, and we stare into each other’s eyes in silence for a few moments.

“Yosuke, how did you know there would be lolita clothes here?” Yosuke chokes on air after I ask my question, and I gently pat his back in an attempt to comfort him. After he recovers from his abrupt coughing fit, he avoids looking at my face as he speaks.

“Well, I may or may not have been interested in the cute clothes you wear, so… I looked into it. I have to say, it was very interesting to read all about lolita fashion. I also may or may not have convinced my father to bring in lolita clothes to sell at Junes, but he only agreed to sell some on clearance and see how that goes.” Yosuke sheepishly looks anywhere but at me. I’m glad he’s looking anywhere but at me so he can't see the way my bottom lip quivers.

Yosuke did this for me? That’s beyond thoughtful, and really considerate. He even looked into lolita fashion because of me!

“Yosuke, I…” I place a hand on Yosuke’s arm, and he slowly turns his head to look at me. We’re still standing close to each other, and my heart pounds against my chest as Yosuke takes in my expression. He slowly closes his eyes as he leans in closer to me, and I close my eyes in anticipation.

Yosuke’s soft lips brush against my own, and a soft sigh escapes my lips as he fully presses them against mine.

“Sensei, look! Yosuke finally did it! Yosuke finally-“

I feel Yosuke flinch, but despite that he takes his time before pulling away. I giggle as we both turn to look in the direction of a familiar voice.

I burst into laughter as Teddie comically gets yanked back into the cleaning aisle by his collar, and his loud complaints quickly fade away as Chie loudly scolds Teddie for blowing everyone’s cover.

Yosuke and I look back at each other, and it only results in me laughing harder as he groans in annoyance.

“I swear I’m going to kill him later.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*   ♡　*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Yosuke ends up buying the petticoat for me despite my humble protests, and I’m practically glowing with joy as I hold the Junes bag close to my chest.

“Sorry about Teddie Y/n, that bear doesn’t know when to shut his mouth.” I dismiss Yosuke’s apology with a smile.

“No worries Yosuke! Besides, I enjoyed our kiss.” Yosuke’s face displays a goofy grin and gleaming eyes as my words reach his ears. “Oh, right. I wanted to ask you earlier, but...” Yosuke slowly stops walking, and I follow suit.

Yosuke turns to face me as the tips of his ears sport a pretty blush.

“Y/n, I’ve really enjoyed hanging out with you these last few months. I also love everything I’ve learned about you, including the parts of yourself you don’t like. So, I was wondering if you’d…” Yosuke’s eyes fix on something behind me, and he shoos whatever it is away with a few frantic flicks of his hand.

I turn to look behind me, but Yosuke quickly grabs my shoulders and pulls me towards him.

“Will you be my girlfriend Y/n?”

“H-huh…” My eyes widen at his unexpected question, and my heart flips in my chest.

My lack of a response causes Yosuke to fidget in place, but he doesn’t push me for an answer right away.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath to gather my thoughts. 

It’s honestly hard to believe this isn’t a dream.

Once my eyes open again, I quickly press a chaste kiss to Yosuke’s lips. I giggle when I pull away and his lips eagerly chase after mine. 

“You haven't heard my answer yet, you know?” Yosuke mutters something incomprehensible under his breath before he’s pulling me in for another kiss.

“Sensei, look! Yosuke’s about to get lucky!”

Yosuke ignores Teddie’s obnoxiously loud speculation as he gently runs his hands down my back to rest against my waist.

Once he does pull away, he glares daggers at who I assume is the investigation team behind us.

“You guys really don’t know how to be subtle, huh? Good thing spying isn’t a requirement in the investigation team.” Yosuke grumbles.

I boisterously laugh at his annoyance and softly pat his shoulder to placate him. “If you were still wondering, my answer is yes. I’d love to be your girlfriend, Yosuke Hanamura.”

The pure elation on his face is enough to cause a goofy smile to present itself on my lips.

[astonmartinii]

passion for fashion | max verstappen social media au

pairing: max verstappen x fem it girl!reader

she's everything and he's just ken (in a red bull shirt)

MASTERLIST | TIPS | MY SMALL BUSINESS

vogue

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vogue: it's the start of the f1 season, you know what that means... y/n y/ln fashion season is in session

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user1: @yourusername make sure you're windows are bolted shut tongiht... you're on my rob list

user2: and mine PLEASE SPARE ME SOME OF YOUR CLOTHES

user3: her and lewis hamilton are the only real ones in that paddock

user4: the way they're still besties despite what went down in 2021 >>>

lewishamilton: me and y/n 🤝 making the paddock our runway

yourusername: someone has to make it interesting around here

lewishamilton: see @maxverstappen1 even y/n is bored of you winning everything...

maxverstappen1: womp womp

lewishamilton: womp womp ???? have some decorum

maxverstappen1: jokes on you i don't know what that means

user5: i wish i looked that good candidly

user6: at what point do we stage an intervention for max's wardrobe

user7: babe if the girlfriend effect still hasn't hit then it's terminal

user8: especially when your girlfriend is Y/N Y/LN

maxverstappen1: i'd do anything for her <3

yourusername: even wear something other than red bull merch?

maxverstappen1: let's not get too far ahead of ourselves

user9: i love them your honour

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yourusername: max verstappen wins, water is wet

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user11: water is wet and i will be drowning myself in it tonight

user12: me after hearing the dutch national anthem one too many times

landonorris: tell him he has too many already and he should let his best friend have a go

yourusername: he said that's not possible because i don't know how to drive an f1 car

landonorris: nuh uh you can't be his best friend and his girlfriend that's not fair

maxverstappen1: welp, idk what to tell you buddy

landonorris: i feel BETRAYED

yourusername: i'm sorry i'm just that loveable lando... i see how it is

landonorris: HOW HAVE I BECOME THE VILLAIN?

user13: max terrorises them on the grid and in the paddock they maximise their joint slay to terrorise everyone in a two mile radius

user14: they slay so much i can't even be angry at it

danielricciardo: so that's why i was kicked out of the elevator

yourusername: you weren't kicked out it was your floor?

danielricciardo: why did i not make the post? I THOUGHT I MEANT MORE TO YOU

maxverstappen1: just because we both had teenage crushes on you doesn't make you special. you'd have to fight seb and jenson for real special treatment

yourusername: throw fernando and kimi in there as well.

danielricciardo: i was confident in my fighting chances, but i'll leave nando and kimi to it

maxverstappen1: pussy

danielricciardo: EXCUSE ME

yourusername: idk how we got here but don't talk to my boyf that way daniel 😔

danielricciardo: i'm blocking both of you

user15: i am so baffled

user16: IT couple for real

maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1: clocked in for my shift as the trophy husband to the prettiest girl in the world

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user17: max verstappen why is there a whisper meme in your photo dump

user18: his ass acting like he wasn't at one of the most prestigious galas in the world

charles_leclerc: YOU got an invite and that's the best you could do

maxverstappen1: you better take that back right now y/n dressed me tonight and i look SEXY and COOL

yourusername: charles :( he looks very handsome

charles_leclerc: my bad y/n i wasn't aware that was your pick

yourusername: SAY HE'S HANDSOME CHARLES

charles_leclerc: ??? no

yourusername: wow. you really aren't a girls girl charles. i am disappointed

maxverstappen1: does our history mean nothing charles? i have no issue recreating the inchident at the next race

charles_leclerc: FINE. you look very handsome max

yourusername: more passion please

charles_leclerc: you look very handsome max!

yourusername: more! give the lestappen girlies some crumbs to feed on

charles_leclerc: YOU LOOK VERY HANDSOME

maxverstappen1: thank you 😊

user19: ignoring what ever the fuck that was ... MAX IN A SUIT WHAT THE FUCK MAX IN A SUIT

user20: y/n y/ln the woman you are

user21: so how can we implement this willingness to wear a suit into his paddock fashion

lewishamilton: you might have to waterboard him

charles_leclerc: i volunteer as tribute !

yourusername: 🤨

maxverstappen1: 🤨

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f1paddockfashion: max verstappen in non-red bull attire? MAX VERSTAPPEN IN NON-RED BULL ATTIRE? also y/n slaying as per.

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user24: this is - i don't know how to feel

user25: maybe the real max verstappen in non red-bull attire was the friends we made along the way

user26: i am CELEBRATING but ladies do remember it's still alpha tauri 😭😭😭

user27: please let us have this while we can

user28: it's not plastered with sponsors so we'll take it

user29: idk about you guys but i think this means y/n should be knighted for her services

user30: i actually think prying the red bull merch out of max's hands might be the hardest thing in the world

user31: call me crazy but those jeans look kinda baggy 😳

user32: omg they definitely are

user33: death to the skinny jeans? fuck it first child named after y/n

user34: can we maybe get y/n in charge of max's merch cause the shit he sells should be considered criminal

user35: for real we need babe in the board room asap

user36: fuck it get her in the red bull board room as well

user37: go all the way and get her with the f1 execs

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yourusername: i love him even if all he wears is red bull

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user39: so ... who made the inchident shirt?

charles_leclerc: and how do i get one?

maxverstappen1: i got it made and considering you DON'T think i'm handsome you can go fuck yourself :)

charles_leclerc: GASP. that is my face you have to make me one

maxverstappen1: boooooo no i don't

charles_leclerc: can i copyright my face? i'm sending you a cease and desist

maxverstappen1: fine. but you will never look as hot as y/n in it

charles_leclerc: so you can call me ugly? @yourusername ???

yourusername: it was a compliment to me so soz

user40: the way she's fashion's IT girl and she still loves him even though his whole wardrobe should be burned

user41: real love

maxverstappen1: i love you. i wear my red bull merch to give you the runway

yourusername: sureeeee ... i love you too xx

maxverstappen1: let me live 😭😭😭

yourusername: the girls are dragging your name babe i need them to know HOW SEXY YOU ARE

maxverstappen1: i don't care how sexy they find me, as long as you love me that's all i need

yourusername: you're SO FUCKING CUTE I LOVE YOU

maxverstappen1: I LOVE YOU TOO

user42: can they chill? some people on here are lonely

maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1: my closet looks like this, so her's can look like this :)

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user43: max verstappen i misunderstood you. i was unfamiliar with your game.

user44: he's the standard now i fear

user45: a man who wears the same three outfits so you can have the whole walk-in for your collection >>

yourusername: thank you babe. you are god's strongest soldier

maxverstappen1: i AM. that room is scary. there's too much that i don't understand. so many shoes, so many straps i can't navigate it

yourusername: that's okay baby. there's your red bull draw and that's all you need

maxverstappen1: no the people don't understand. i went in there once and i swear i ended up in narnia

yourusername: you passed out with the AC on the highest level and jimmy and sassy sat on you. you were not in narnia

maxverstappen1: oh. well...

user46: this is the closet y/n deserves the rest of that house is defo a mojo dojo casa house

user47: fighting all the trophies, helmets and framed race suits with her narnia closet

lilymunhe: may i request a trip to the narnia closet x

yourusername: omg yes! come over next time you and alex are in monaco - the boys can entertain themselves

alexalbon: what if i want a closet tour as well?

maxverstappen1: don't do it alex you'll never find your way back out

alexalbon: (i was going to strategically leave a pair of albon athletics shoes in there)

yourusername: alex i already own a pair i bought them release day!

alexalbon: OMG ... one instagram pic so my sales can go platinum?

maxverstappen1: don't try and pimp my gf out

alexalbon: ???

yourusername: max 😭 and sure alex!

fin.

note: thank you for reading soz for the long waits between posts a girl has been BUSY but i hope you've all enjoyed! happy galentines day or palentines day to all that celebrate and thanks for 4.7k!! xx

[wandaslittlepsycho]

Precious

pairing: 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢!𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊 ༝༝ 𝚏𝚎𝚖!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

summary: your bunny slips through the crack of your front door and you run after her in hopes of catching the pet again. You get lost but your time still ticks, nightfall inching closer and closer as you inevitably sink further into the woods. Luckily, your eyes spot a cabin, and you become acquaintances with the unusual redhead that resides there.

warnings: dubcon, filthy smutty smut smut, HEAVYYYY dacryphilia, groping, dry humping, praise kink, thigh riding (r receiving), mid writing, wanda is lowkey a sadist, slightly unhinged crazy yet loveable and sexy cabin wanda, age gap > r is 20 w is 32

A/N: first fic!!! hi… im very new to writing fics so please be nice ૮꒰ྀི >⸝⸝⸝<꒱ྀིა (i wrote this listening to a true crime documentary idk)

kind of a messy plot but I still hope my little freaks enjoy…… and I’m also sorry this took longer than expected I just kept contemplating if it was good or absolute shit </3

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this is a dark fic. 18+. wlw. men & minors dni!

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It’s getting pretty late…

You think to yourself, hugging your shoulders as you look up at the overcast sky.

How did I end up here in the first place?

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You move a leaf to the side and pick the fresh strawberry that was stashed there, rinsing it in your small bucket of water and taking a mouthful of the delicious treat.

You hear a shuffle beside you. Turning your head, you see a white bunny hiding behind one of your sunflower pots. You smile and place another strawberry onto the ground before slowly walking away. Your eyes relish how cute the little animal is as they chomp away at your colourful fruit.

You stand in the corner of your garden and decide from then on, you’d feed the hungry bunnies that would stroll into your neighbourhood.

A few days pass and you quickly became friends with two specific bunnies who you named Clover and Daisy. You eventually took them in as your own, rottenly spoiling both of the creatures. You loved having them around because living alone in a small town that was an hour away from the city can definitely become lonely.

“This tastes like candy to you doesn’t it Daisy?” You say as you hold out your hand and watch her nibble it up. The fur around her mouth is stained purple, you laugh at the sight.

“Okay that’s enough blueberries for tonight! You’ll get sick if you keep eating those.” You click the plastic container shut, standing up and walking into your kitchen. You place the container in the side compartment of your fridge for tomorrow and stroll back into your living room.

Your brows furrow. Daisy is gone. Daisy and Clover are such good bunnies, they never leave your sight for more than a minute. You assume she ran to her sister Clover, but your eyes widen in horror when you see your front door slightly more cracked open than it was before you left.

You anxiously open your phone and dial your best friend Frankie. You ramble to her about how stupid you felt for leaving the door open, like you are an irresponsible parent who’s no smarter than a bag of rocks. She calmly tells you to go look for Daisy and that she’ll come over as soon as she can to watch Clover.

“Thank you so so much, Frankie. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” You sigh in relief, a hand pressed over your chest. You feel your heart jump underneath your palm and your lips trembling with every breath.

“It’s no problem, Y/N/N. Now go look for that bunny, I’ll be over in 5.”

“Bye, thank you again..” You hang up the phone and dart out the door. You frantically look through your shrubs and call her name, but a bright white spot in your peripheral steals your attention.

There she is, bouncing her way into the open forest across the road from you. As soon as she hops out of your view you race towards her, carelessly running past two moving cars. You ignore the frustrated yelling and the beeping horns, continuing to boost into daisies direction.

“DAISY! WAIT!!”

You yell, but your shouting only seems to spur her on. You run after her and neither of you lose pace. You turn corners, run through mud and almost slip doing so at least two times. The animal suddenly picks up it’s speed, turning abruptly and disappearing into a thick bush. You get on your knees and practically rip this bush to shreds, but she was already long gone. Daisy is no more.

You feel tears sting your eyes, ears and cheeks becoming hot from your stress. You sniffle and wipe your tears with the sleeve of your jacket. You knew it was impossible to look for her now. That bunny became your life in just a couple of days, she felt like a childhood pet. The thought of never seeing her again made your heartstrings tie themselves into knots.

You lose the path you were on but you couldn’t care less. You lost your beloved bunny baby; life is no longer worth living. You wonder if Clover’s okay, and how exactly you’d break the news to her.

So lost and full of woe, mind not even switched on, you didn’t notice the thick tree root in front of you until you stub your foot against it and fall forward. You wince and slowly stand up again. Dusting the crunchy leaves off of your clothes, you use the back of your hand to wipe the dripping bead of blood from your cheekbone.

Great, a cut. I’ll have to clean that up when I get home..

You wonder aimlessly with your head hung low. A brisk breeze that brushes past you is what makes you finally look up.

You hug your shoulders as you stare at the gloomy airspace. The sun isn’t beaming, only a variation of different grey clouds flood the sky.

A person? This far out on in the woods?

Wanda thinks. She watches you with a deranged, curious look as you weave yourself through the webs and bushes, seemingly extra careful about tree roots.

You look up from the ground, scanning the area around you and pause when you see the warm glow of her cabin.

My god, she’s gorgeous.

She takes a swift step back so she’s not in the frame of the window anymore, her brows furrowing. She stares at the wall, she hasn’t seen an actual person in so long.

What is a girl like you doing traipsing in the woods?

She peeks again and now you’re making your way over, big wary eyes cautiously examining your surroundings. A shiver rocks through you as you cough into your elbow, then using that arm to place three firm knocks on the door.

You sigh while you wait for someone to answer the door. You switch from tippy toes to the heel of your feet in a nervous manner. The cabin looks great, almost pristine, there’s no way it’s abandoned.

You feel stupid for going into a cabin in the woods. It’s like some dumb movie; you’re just hoping you don’t end up dead. You expect to see an old, wrinkled man the size of a third grader, but your eyes widen when a tall red headed woman swings the door open. You stutter, stunned that a woman like her would live in a place so isolated.

Holy shit, she’s fine.

“Hi, um.. I know it’s a lot to ask but can I stay here for a little bit? I… got lost.” You fiddle with your fingers. She chuckles as she crosses her arms, biting her lip and letting her eyes run up and down your fidgety figure.

“No it’s not asking anything at all. It’s not like I get visitors very often.” She moves to the side and welcomes you in. You look up at her and mumble a small thank you, slowly stepping inside her warm homestead.

The smell of firewood burning and sweet lavender conquer your senses. The comforting atmosphere relaxes you despite how unfamiliar it is. You kick off your boots and grab them so you can neatly place them next to the door. She shuts the door and clicks it locked, quietly making her way over to what looks like her kitchen.

You drink in the sight around you. A tall, cobblestone fireplace lined up against the wall with wood already burning inside of it. A soft lounge suite with a fluffy mat sitting right underneath it. There’s a short hallway and two doors, one you assume leading into her bedroom and the other probably being her bathroom.

One thing you notice in particular is a painting, one with two women sitting on a red velvet couch. One is dressed in white, the other is dressed in black and they both have lace blindfolds wrapped around their heads.

Their Victorian dresses were detailed and long, their lips so close but afraid to touch and give in.

You look away and clench your fists. Your face is now hot, when you entered a remote cabin in the woods, a gay victorian painting was the last thing you expected.

“Take a seat, make yourself comfortable.” The woman’s hoarse voice echoes through the room. Your ears perk up when they catch a touch of an accent.

Is she some type of Russian? That’s hot.

Your anxious form shifts over to her couch to sit down. You sigh in relief, your aching bones melting into the man made cloud that was this woman’s sofa.

“So what’s your name, milaya?” The woman hands you a cup. Your cold fingers feel fuzzy against the hot mug, shuffling back further into her couch so you can sit up comfortably.

“Y/N. You?”

“Wanda.”

A small smile sits on her face that is on some level, disturbing. It’s such a beautiful smile but you can feel something is not right with her. Your intuition has never made itself more distinct, it was less noticeable when you were walking alone outside.

The room feels like it’s getting smaller, the claustrophobia whips the air right out of your lungs. Your eyes flicker between hers. The room starts to spin. Your ears start to ring. Before you could pass out cold, she cups your chin, the gentle gesture pulling you out of your panicked state.

“That’s a nasty cut isn’t it? Would you like me to take care of that?” She says, her tone coaxing. Your curious eyes linger on her,

Why is this stranger being so generous?

If someone entered your home and needed to stay the night, you’d tell them to get lost. She caresses your face softly while she stares at the wound.

“No it’s oka-“ She suddenly pushes a finger to the fresh cut, forcing you to wince and pull away from her. She looks at you in a way you can’t describe, your reaction seemingly piqueing her interest. Her pupils dilate but not enough for you to notice. You look at her with fearful eyes and think to yourself,

Who would do that?

“Actually, that would be nice. Thank you..”

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Your eyes switch between the steaming drink in your hand and the obviously unhinged redhead sitting next to you. Her aura is intimidating, but you convince yourself it’s paranoia.

I’m in a remote cabin deep in the woods.

Who wouldn’t be unsettled? She’s nice and she helped you…stop being dumb Y/N!

“Thank you again for cleaning my cut, Wanda.” You try to strike up a conversation, but all you’re met with is painful silence. She watches your lips touch the ring of the porcelain teacup, then moving her eyes up to meet your own.

“You’re very observant aren’t you?” You refer to her endless stare, disguising your discomfort with a small chuckle. Her smile widens.

"Fascinuješ ma, miláčik.” “You fascinate me, darling.”

Your brows squeeze together. You wish you could understand what she said, but it felt rude asking her to repeat that in English. You result in shyly looking away and focus on your dangling feet.

Her hand occasionally runs down your back or strokes your arm. Her icy featherlight touches cause goosebumps to ride over your skin. She notices your eyes following her fingers, a mischief smirk hiking up her cheeks.

“You’re so lucky I’m here to help you, dear. What was a girl like you doing in the woods all alone?” Her hand lands on your knee, slowly climbing up closer to your heat and lightly massaging the flesh there. You squirm when she inches closer to your mound, but you’re in her home. She could do anything to you if you said something that upset her.

What if she’s just being nice? I don’t want to offend her…

“I- uh- I was hunting?” You try to paint yourself as tough but fail spectacularly; you can tell by the way she squints her eyes when she hears your answer.

“If that were true, you’d have hunting gear on you, sweetie.” She moves your hair to the other side of your neck to expose the milky skin there. She gawks at your neck like a predator creeping on her prey, ready to pounce on you at any given moment.

The thought of kissing and licking at your silky skin and the vivid image of you biting your plush pink lips made her tremble with desire.

You shrink, staring at the drink in your hands and feeling a strike of vulnerability as you quietly say the words, “I was chasing a bunny..”

“Aww aren’t you precious?” She praises. She toys with the soft threads of your hair, your cheeks glowing a rosy pink from her comment. Her hand squeezes your thigh more roughly, the unexpected act making you jump.

“Such a pretty thing.” She whispers to herself. You don’t catch her words, so you hum and tilt your head, showing your confusion in hopes she would repeat herself.

“Oh… nothing.” She quickly replaces her shock with a crooked grin. Your lips stretch into a small and nervous smile, slowly putting the cup to your mouth again.

A few more moments of silence are present. The crackling of burning wood and the crickets chirping in the distance gave you a chance to finally breathe, although you still struggle to ignore her invasive presence.

“Put the drink down.” You look at her in surprise. You stutter, taken aback by her orders but don’t dare ask any questions. You lick your lips and shuffle, leaning forward to sit the drink on her coffee table. You then move back against the couch and stare into the orange flames in front of you.

“Do you like when people are rough with you, angel?”

You freeze hearing her question. She tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear ever so gently, grinning when she sees the sheer terror written on your face. There was something eerie about the way she had asked you, a corrupted little twinkle beaming from her eyes.

“Well, no.. N-Not really why?” Your voice is shaking. You know for sure now that this woman is not in her right mind. She could be capable of doing anything and you wouldn’t expect it. She flashes you a charming smile as she continues to twirl and play with your hair, leaning closer to you before whispering,

“Can I tell you a secret?” Your breath hitches softly and your body tenses at the close proximity. You refuse to look at her. You cement your eyes to the flickering fire in front of you. Her hand smoothly travels from your thigh to the zip of your corduroy jacket, slowly pulling down at the metal teeth to reveal your white v-neck shirt and ruby necklace. The sound of your zipper in the unsettling silence makes your skin crawl. You could almost hear the ominous, suspenseful background music. You don’t know what would happen if you deny her, so you hesitantly nod your head.

“I like hurting people… Especially pretty toys like you. I haven’t done it in a long time though.” Her eyes hungrily take in your chilled expression. You gulp when she pulls the jacket off of your shoulders and throws to the side.

“I love to see girls cry, tears running down their sweet little faces…” Her hands rub your upper arms soothingly as she rubbed her nose into the nape of your neck, inhaling your scent. You found yourself unable to move or respond, giving in to her game and listening to her sick train of thought.

“Can I make you cry, please, sweet girl?” She mumbles into your neck, gently nipping at the sensitive skin there. Your breathing becomes heavier, needing her so very badly you start to tune out the blaring alarms in your head.

“Wanda listen-” She moves on top of you. She situates herself between your legs giving you no chance to close them, running her hands up and down your thighs. It all happened so fast.

“Pretty please? You’d look so good..” She becomes breathless at the thought, lunging forward and forcefully pushing her lips onto yours. Her lips feel pillowy and soft against yours, she smells of sweet vanilla and a smoky but subtle cinnamon; the mix makes your brain go dizzy with want. She tangles her hands with yours so she can pin your frantic ones onto the couch. Butterflies dance in your stomach, adrenaline rushing through your veins. Her kiss is rough but somehow so soft at the same time, the conflicted feeling makes your heart flutter.

She puts all her body weight onto you, grinding her crotch into yours as she murmurs praises into your mouth. “You’re so fucking cute,” “It’s gonna feel so so good, just let me touch you..”

She slides her tongue across your lip, silently telling you to open your mouth. She angrily tightens her grip on your hands when you groan and clench your jaw shut, forbidding her access.

“Open your mouth, or I’ll find another way to make it stay open.” You whine quietly, slowly opening your mouth and letting her slide in. You whimper and squirm when her hands land on your hips, guiding you to grind against her knee.

“There you go, so so pretty grinding on me like that..” You grab handfuls of her sweater, the fabric of your cotton panties rubbing against you creating the perfect friction. You softly moan her name, back arching while hiding your face in her neck, ashamed how riled up you are from being taken advantage of. One of her hands move from your hip to your thigh, exploring the rest of your body before snaking up your stomach to grope at your breasts.

“Fuck,” She whimpers before biting down on your lip. She twists and teases your nipples between her fingers, feasting on the sight of your pathetic writhing.

“Wanda!” Your movements against her thigh become more frantic, so blissed out you couldn’t care about how needy and dumb you must look.

Your hands advance to her biceps, clutching onto her as you try reach the high you so deeply crave. Your heart thuds in your chest, sweat glistening on your forehead and gasping for air. Your tears soak her shirt, hating yourself for giving in to her but also not willing to stop.

“Cum, make a mess for me bunny..” Her hand grabs your chin and holds it still. You foolishly kept trying to turn your head, but your actions cease when her hand moves from your chin to wrap around your throat.

“Look at me when you cum.” She forces her face impossibly closer to yours, jutting out her jaw and admiring the sparkling tears falling from your eyes. Her breathing becomes ragged listening to your whines and sobs, the throb between her legs intensifying.

“I don’t want to..”

“I don’t care if you want to or not. I won’t let you move until you do.”

Your mouth falls open and your eyes roll to the back of your head, her cruel words somehow pushing you over the edge. Everything becomes white, your thighs shake and your body tenses. Waves of pleasure crash down on you, the euphoric feeling pulsing through you from head to toe.

She eagerly watches you fall apart from your first climax, knowing that she’s not even halfway done with you. Your chest rises and falls rapidly, eyes struggling to stay open and arms spread over the couch.

She carefully pushes her knee further into your pussy, your pleas and protests only making her more excited for what she plans next.

“I’m going to have so much fun with you, angel.”

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[gay-dorito-dust]

Ford wakes up in Dimension 52, hopped up on painkillers after his metal plate installation surgery, and he’s just rambling about how he misses you.

While the surgery may have been a success but Ford was feeling a sense of melancholy within his chest the second he opened his eyes.

‘Y/n?’ His voice slurred as your name was the first thing to leave his lips before realising that you weren’t by his side, the seven eyed oracle Jheselbraum was.

‘They are safe at home, safe from harm.’ She replied with all knowing certainty that still left Ford a little miffed.

‘I miss them,’ Ford began as memories of you being you flashed in the forefront of his mind, ‘they would use to wear my turtlenecks and trenchcoats, I hope they still do even if I’m too far away to see them do so.’ He chuckles halfheartedly as the ache in his chest only grew the more he reminisced. ‘The red turtleneck was their favourite and they looked really cute in it too that I just wanted to squish their cheeks and kiss them…but I’m too cowardly.’ Ford then pouts.

the pain medication was making him spill some truths of his heart that was entirely missing you and your sweet smile, your cute laughter and your well…everything! All the things he wanted to say to you, every thought he ever had about you and even his favourite things about you were coming to light in his post surgery stupor.

but regardless of what was causing Ford’s lips to have become loosened because all he wanted to talk about was you, you, and oh you!

‘Too cowardly to tell them how much I care about them, too cowardly to tell them that the moment I realised what I felt for them was beyond platonic, so much so to the point where I stayed awake at night thinking they’d hate me if I ever told them how I truly felt.’ Ford admits as he looks up to the high ceiling of the room he was slowly recovering in, only to feel the most alone he had ever felt in his entire life.

Ford swallowed thickly as his mouth seemed to keep telling Jheselbraum just how much the lack of your presence had affected him. ‘They kept me sane during times where I believed myself to have gone mad. They kept me company during my late nights of research, not once complaining about their own lack of sleep because they were too busy worrying about mine to notice the dark bags beginning to form under their eyes…but I did and I blamed myself for that.’

Ford trailed off as he distinctly remembered your look of exhaustion and the worry he felt, even now when he was god knows how many dimensions away from you he was, and the reassuring smile you’d give him when you knew he was questioning your ability to keep going.

You were far more stronger than he was but he couldn’t help but wonder how you were doing now, now that he was gone and whether or not you’ve been taking care of yourself.

‘They were the first person to hold my hand and not get scared.’ Ford said with a wide smile. ‘They didn’t care whether I had an extra finger or whatever. To them I was Ford, the loveable but sometimes Insufferable smart ass.’ Ford couldn’t help but hysterically chuckle at your nicknames for him because it was true! He was an insufferable smart ass but then remembered how you’d call him your insufferable smart ass. Your as in he was yours to call an insufferable smart ass, nobody else’s.

‘I miss them so much that I feel an ache here.’ He then sloppily points to what he thinks was his heart, however the pain meds had him pointing at his left arm unknowingly but Jheselbraum knew what he meant, you were indeed an important figure in Ford’s life that he’d find some difficulty trying to navigate a life without you in it. ‘It hurts a lot whenever I think about how much of a distance there is between us now. It hurts even more knowing that they might’ve moved on, while I still hold to hope to one day hold them in my arms once again, breathing them in and that really nice shampoo they use.’ Ford lets his arm drop to his side, eyes never once looking away from the ceiling.

‘I want to go home.’ He then said.

‘And you shall in due time.’ Jheselbraum reassures him.

‘Not to the shack,’ Ford said with a frown, ‘I meant back to them, back to y/n.’ He clarifies. ‘For they are the only home I’ll ever want to go back to.’

‘And like I said Stanford Pines, you shall in due time, but that time is not now.’ Jheselbraum says as she stands up from the chair, brushing herself down as she moves to walk out of the room to leave Ford to rest. ‘But you will see your beloved again, that is for certain.’ She adds.

‘Do you think they’ve missed me?’ Ford wonders aloud.

‘More than anything.’ Was all the oracle said before leaving the room.

A smile crept on Ford’s face as he felt himself succumbing to sleep. ‘I missed them too, more than anything…I’m coming home my dear…don’t stay up too late okay?’

[violetarks]

"they don't love me like you do!"

anime: jujutsu kaisen

character: gojo satoru

summary: despite the countless valentines day offers he receives, satoru will only ever accept one confession. but you're confessing... to his best friend?

warnings: g/n! reader, they/them pronouns used, high school! au

"please accept these chocolates, gojo!" says the girl in front of him. satoru casually pulls down his glasses enough to see the red, heart-shaped cardboard box.

"oh, uh... thank you." he awkwardly says. this girl was two year below him, judging by the colours of her indoor shoes. he didn't even know her name. "this is... a surprise."

"i've liked you ever since orientation day. i hope you like these." she says with a nervous grin. she's stiff as he takes them out of her hands, standing up straight to stare at the tall man. "thank you for always being so funny and helping everyone you can."

"ah, you're welcome." he says, tucking the chocolates and the letter taped to it under his arm. luckily, the lunch bell had rung and everyone should've been off to enjoy their break. "well, i'll... see you around."

"b—bye, gojo!" she calls, waving at him as he walks the other way. he gives a kind smile before he turns the corner, dropping it immediately.

on the way to class, multiple other students watched him as he carelessly skimmed through the letter before stuffing it in his book bag, ready to throw it (and the others) away once home. valentines day was this week and it was two days before it today. yet satoru had received tons of confession letters and date proposals, none of which he had the intention of accepting.

plopping down in his chair, he groans, hanging his head, "ugh! i hate being so loveable..."

suguru rolls his eyes, outting his book down. "here we go again." he grunts, shaking his head.

"seriously! why can't i be left alone around valentines day?" he questions out lout, pulling his lunch box from his bag.

shoko bites into her sandwich as she listens to him. as she swallows, she retorts, "maybe it's because you flirt with every living being on earth." satoru sends him a pointed look. "so how many letters today?"

"seven." satoru responds, knocking his bag.

"and?"

"none of them were from y/n." he sighs out, picking up his chopsticks.

"wait, y/n?" suguru pipes up, putting his juicebox down, "as in y/n from class d?"

the blue-eyed boy raises a brow, halting his movements. "uh, yeah? l/n y/n." he recalls to his friend, tilting his head, "what? i've been talking about 'em for the past three months—suguru, have you been listening to me at all?"

"oh!" the dark-haired boy chuckles, nodding his head, "i know y/n. we're in the same literature class."

satoru stares at him in disbelief. the other students surrounding them are in their own little world, but the three of them didn't even mind them hearing if they tried. shoko continues to eat her food while suguru shrugs at his friend.

"are you kidding me?" satoru gasps out, waving a hand in the air, "i've been trying to get with them for three months and you tell me this just now?"

"you should've been more specific, man." suguru retorts, waving it off, "anyway, you gonna' ask them to be your valentine?"

satoru sighs loudly, hanging his head back, "i don't know... we only share bio together, i bet there's a lot of people who have asked them to be their valentine. they probably won't even accept mine."

shoko purses her lips and stretches her arms. "i don't know about that." she claims, "you're a pretty guy and everyone knows you. i doubt they'd pass up the chance to revel in that popularity."

"... thanks, shoko."

soon enough, the bell rings and the day goes on.

the next day, satoru notices something in your hand during biology class.

"whatchu' got there, y/n?" he asks, peaking over your shoulder. he sat behind you, enough room to see the handwritten letter you were writing.

"satoru!" you jump a little, covering the page. he furrows his brow. "it's, uh... i'm just writng something."

"is it... for valentines day tomorrow?" he inquires, curious to who was the lucky person. but you were still hiding it from him!

"no, of course not." you were lying, he could tell by the way you look to the left. a pout falls on his lips. "it's notes. for another class."

"oh... okay." he responds, a bit disappointed. why would you lie to him? he sits back in his chair, writing down some paragraphs from the textbook mindlessly. he saw the way your elbow quickly shifted, you were writing faster. your head was down too, never looking up. you were so concentrated.

he's known you for a couple of months now. you bumped into him on the way to school, and you admitted to him that you were a bit lost since you didn't live around here. satoru, being the gentleman he is, offered to escort you. you thought he was some creep (he tried reaching to hold your hand and when you jerked away on instinct, he played it off as it being the wind).

but once realising you two shared some classes together, you grew fond of him. you knew of the countless students throwing themselves at him. both older and younger. he was the school heartthrob. it's a shame though, only your smile could make his heart race like he makes others do.

when you gave him your lucky pen when he told you he didn't study and he was freaking out, you had this kind smile that made him think 'i don't want anyone else to see this but me'.

and he noticed that you awkwardly took it back from him, looking away as he clasped your hands tightly in the filled hallway and thanked you. your reactions were just the cutest...

when the bell rings, you perk up, putting your 'notes' in a suspicious looking envelope and signing it off with something. you stand up and satoru is quick to walk by your side when a classmates holds his arm to talk.

"huh?" satoru grunts, furrowed brows.

"gojo, i... i wanted to give you this." they say, holding out a teddy-bear saying 'be my valentine!'. satoru frowned when he took it. "you don't have to answer today... just let me know tomorrow, please."

as they continue to talk, he sees you exit the classroom. the letter sits comfortably in your palm, and you look left, right, before walking off. satoru is electrified.

"okay, thanks!" he says, running out of the classroom while he clutches the bear in his hands.

weaving through the crowd, he looks for the top of your head. after more and more people pass him, staring at the teddy and whispering 'who gave that to him this time?', he spots you turning the corner, a nervous look on your face. he mutters out apologies as he bumps into people heading to their next class.

the hallway you're in now is empty. you stand in front of a classroom door, waiting. notably, suguru's math class.

satoru stands at the end of the corridor, behind the corner, as the classroom door opens to reveal his best friend, geto suguru.

"suguru!" you call, smile. your shoulders are straightened, you hold the letter in front of you. not scared to show him...

"oh, y/n, hey." he responds, grinning as well. the comfortability around you two was so strange to see. "what's up?"

satoru feels like he's buzzing out. he can't hear everything you're saying, but you look a bit excited yet anxious. he hears your sweet voice speak to his best friend with such kindness that he's jealous. sure, suguru was attactive and nice and he definitely didn't feed into the popularity like satoru did, but...

why did it have to be you who was interested in him?

"please, take this." you say, handing him the same letter you had before. except this time, satoru sees the 'g.s' on it. 'geto suguru'. and you take out a box of his favourite snacks to hand to him. "thank you for everything, again. you're the best."

suguru takes it with ease, seeing how you looked at him. his gaze softens as he takes the treat as well. "you're welcome, y/n. anything you need, i'll help with." he puts the letter in his own bag before slinging am arm around your shoulders. "now, what're your plans for after?"

he was blatantly asking you out now! right after satoru told him he had feelings for you! such betrayal!

you two walk to the other end of the hallway, in the direction of your literature class. satoru slumps against the wall, furrowed brows and lips pressed into a thin line. after a second, he pushes his glasses up and lets out a slow exhale. he could get over this...

"gojo! may i please have a moment of your time?"

"wait no! me first!"

"gojo, can i talk to you?"

"please accept these!"

or maybe he couldn't.

valentines day was today and you danced into school with such confidence. you had a bouquet of flowers in your arms, chocolates of the sweetest kinds, and a bag of new perfume that you knew your crush would like.

you were so excited.

satoru, who was walking a few people behind you, was not.

he saw the amount of passion you put into the holiday, and it made him sick to know it was for his best friend. the guys was in such a bad mood, he ignored suguru and shoko's calls this morning to meet up and walk to school together like usual.

satoru clicked his tongue, thinking about how dramatic the whole valentines day idea was. really, who needed it all anyway?

in homeroom, he can hear your class (which is next to his, across the hall) start whooping and cheering when you walk in. and he knows it's you by the chants of your last name being heard. he sits in his chair in anguish.

"satoru, morning. finally." shoko says, sitting down as well. she grins, bitting the popsicle stick between her lips. "where are all of your valentines presents?"

"stuffed in my shoe locker and under my desk." he claimed, opening the top of it to showcase the blaring red and pink gifts. she picked at one pocky box, munching on the biscuits. "how about you?"

"i got a couple letters and cookies in my locker." she claims, shrugging her shoulders, "lots of 'em are from the badminton team. i don't know why."

satoru shrugs as well as soon as suguru sits down in front of him. the blue-eyed students scoffs, looking away.

"good morning, satoru." he says, noticing his friend's behaviour, "what's got his panties in a twist this morning? does he know we called him a hundred times?"

"i dunno'." shoko says, looking out the window to the school garden. "ask him."

"satoru, what's wrong? didn't get enough presents this year?" he teases, leaning in his chair to poke his head, "wake up late?"

but satoru angrily swats his hand away. the raven-haire boy blinks curiously before satoru glares at him. "why didn't you tell me you were interested in y/n?" he asks, hurt.

shoko looks back to the two boys, seeing suguru just as confused as she is. "you're into y/n?"

"what? no! who said that?" suguru retorts, hands up in defense, "i'm not interested in dating y/n, swear on my life."

"that's a lie!" satoru accuses, pointing a finger against his friend's nose, "shoko, i saw him and y/n all... all... familiar yesterday after period 2! he had his arm around them!"

"suguru..." shoko warns.

"wait wait, that's—you got it all wrong." suguru groans, now understanding. he digs through his bag and pulls out a piece of paper. "here. open it."

satoru pushes away the paper reading 'g.s'. "no way! i'm not reading y/n's love letter to you!"

"ugh! just open it!" suguru grunts, shoving it onto his desk.

satoru begrudgingly takes it and gently opens the letter, not wanting to rip it. once his eyes fall upon the page, he confirms that it's your handwriting.

'thank you for being the sweetest boy to me. i am truly honoured to know such a beautiful person, inside and out.'

satoru wants to barf.

'sitting near you in biology really helped me to understand you, satoru. you're not only a pretty face, but a world-class sweet tooth, a sucker for romantic cliches and a cologne-collector.'

satoru thinks this is the most beautiful thing he's ever read.

he contiues to read, expression changing, letting shoko and suguru understand his thoughts. the girl looks to the other boy, who shrugs his shoulders and rolls his eyes.

"i'm confused." shoko states, tilting her head.

"y/n isn't confessing to me, they're confessing—"

"y/n is confessing to me! me, satoru!" satoru exclaims, waving the letter around like a maniac. everyone else in the class was suddenly a listener, peaking at the trio. they were interested in finding out what the one confession that resulted in this reaction was. "oh my god, oh my god!"

suguru nods his head. placing a hand on his shoulder to calm him down. "yes, yes, they are. i was meant to give you the letter this morning to read before homeroom, but someone was pissy." he scoffs, shaking his head, "so i had to go and tell y/n that plans had changed."

"you... helped y/n plan this all out?" satoru mumbles, "but you didn't even know!"

shoko chuckles, staring out the window again.

"i just said i wasn't paying attention so you didn't think i was snooping. which i was. and i only told you i knew y/n so you wouldn't get any ideas, like this." suguru circles the air with his finger, deadpanning at the clueless satoru, "you think anyone would do this without definitive proof the other person liked them?"

satoru continues to read the letter you wrote for him before his eyes land on the ending. "'please meet me at the school fountain before homeroom ends.'" he murmurs out, blinking, "suguru—"

"you were meant to go two minutes ago." his friend sings out, standing in front of shoko's desk. he points out the window, much like other students were doing in their own classrooms. "you should..."

when his friends turn around to him, satoru is already one foot out of the door. he's rushing downstairs (down three flights of stairs, actually) with your letter clutched in his hand. he almost flies into a couple teachers on the way to the garden, only for their attention to be caught by students opening the windows and pointing outside.

when he rushed through the doors to the garden, you're staring at the floor, still holding the flowers and gifts you brought to school with you. taking a moment to gather himself, satoru runs fingers through his hair and fixes his glasses. the pair you've complimented a thousand times.

satoru walks closer to you and when he catches your eye, you stand up straight and smile.

"satoru." you chime, not missing the thousand pairs of eyes that were following your every move. "good morning. happy valentines day."

you hold out the flowers to him. it's set in a nice box, and the treats are in a gift bag. when you give it to him, your smile is awkward but hopeful.

"happy valentines day, y/n." he replies, taking it from you. he sits down on the fountain edge, and you follow along. "i'm so sorry, i... i don't have anything for you."

"no, no, no." you retort, grinning, "it's fine. this was a surprise for you, anyway."

he sighs, "no, i'm sorry... please, let me make it up to you."

you laugh a little, placing a hand over his on his lap. the flowers were sat on the fountain with his gifts. "sure thing." you retort, "hey, suguru told me that this morning—"

"i'm sorry, i know, i just thought..." he begins, cutting you off. he looks embarrassed, heavy blush falling over his cheeks. "i saw you and suguru yesterday and you gave him that letter. had me thinkin' you were confessing to him instead of me."

you let out a small chuckle, making him gulp, "oh my goodness, i'm sorry, i didn't mean for you to see that. we were trying to be sneaky."

satoru's chest feels lighter, and he feels better just hearing it from you. he links his fingers with yours, facing you fully.

"ah, no it's fine." he tells you, the most purest form of adoration in his eyes that you can see from the top of his slanted down glasses. you grin softly. "listen, i have had a crush on you for months... and i was hoping that you'd go out with me. i want a chance to get to know you personally, away from any prying eyes."

you peer to the side, seeing the people watching you. they were practically hanging out the window, waving their hands and fighting to view the whole scene for themselves. cameras took photos and videos, capturing your moment with him.

"i'd love that, satoru." you say, scanning his face, "you're the best."

it only takes him a single second to reach his hand out and brush his thumb agaisnt your cheek. you don't freeze up though, only relaxing into him. he was the most inviting guy you've ever met.

"can i kiss you?" he asks, voice unwavering. his blue eyes are staring at your face with such kindness that it cannot be described.

you don't even say anything, only leaaning forward and pressing your lips to his. he's smiling against your lips, gentle hand caressing your cheek. your eyes flutter shut, holding his hand tightly.

cheers erupt from the school. screams and whoops from guys and girls alike. most students are heartbroken due to the obvious confession. nobody had even gotten that close to satoru. no one has been able to hold his hand, let alone get him to go crazy over a letter. you got him to race out of that classroom like a madman, and everyone was surely surprised.

the shouts die down as the kiss deescalates, many of the students sighing as they're forced to move on from the heart-throb gojo satoru.

when you pull away, satoru chases, leaving a gentle kiss against your forehead. your smile is wide and you pinch his cheek softly.

"you're such a drama queen, satoru." you say, standing up, "i was wondering why everyone started yelling and staring at me all of a sudden."

satoru stands with his presents, rubbing the back of his neck as he holds your hand. h goes to answer when a voice is heard from the fourth floor.

"the idiot took some convincing, y/n!" suguru shouts, waving his hand, "glad to know he's got some sense in him!"

"shut up, suguru!" satoru calls back, showing his fist.

"first period is about to start, you two!" the principle says through a window on the third floor, "this is all heart-warming, but you've failed two of ms kinoshita's classes, gojo!"

"r—right!" he retorts, pacing to the school entrance as people begin to 'ooh' at him. he looks back at you, smiling the brightest. "let's go out after school today, yeah? i'll buy you as many sweets as you want."

you chuckle, kissing his cheek, "my hero."

[angelicdanvers]

BRACELETS | luke castellan.

pairing: luke castellan x fem!reader

summary: y/n finds herself a friend to celebrate her special day with. takes place before the lightning thief. luke & y/n are the same age. wc: 1.9k key: n/n = nickname

taglist: @repostingmyfavs @rinisfruity14 @soobin-chois | pm or comment to be added <3

a/n: merry christmas to those who celebrate!! this goes out to all my loves who just wish for one person to embrace them and spread happiness <3

sixteen.

it was finally y/n’s sixteenth birthday, and once again, not a single person to celebrate with. being a child of demeter was sweet, everyone was kind all around, but y/n simply couldn’t find her people.

she got along with everyone, no one had anything against her. sure, older kids would pick on her from time to time, but that was an automatic agreement she signed when joining camp two years ago.

she just couldn’t develop as strong of a bond with anyone. she’d sometimes fall asleep with silent tears, wondering if she was broken or missing something key. if everyone was nice, why couldn’t she trust? form a relation?

the night wielded a nice breeze, wafting through y/n’s locks as she sat by the strawberry fields, playing with the leaves. a slight glow emitted from her fingertips as she trailed them along the soil, a small smile on her lips. 

glancing towards the amphitheater, she could see those her age dancing and singing, having the time of their lives. the younger kids had dispersed due to curfew, she noted. 

they all seemed to be in glee.

snapping her eyes shut, she fought back the intrusive thoughts and inhaled a sharp breath. opening her eyes, y/n grabbed some of the soil, stacking it into three layers. grabbing a strawberry, she delicately placed it atop and pulled away to admire her makeshift cake.

“happy birthday, n/n — happy sweet sixteenth,” she said loud enough just for her to hear. looking up at the glimmering stars, y/n decided to make a wish.

all i wish for is belonging. true belonging.

y/n went back to her cake, grabbing the strawberry and picking herself up from the ground. dusting herself off, she took her water bottle and gently rinsed the strawberry. placing it between her teeth and softly biting into it, she savoured the taste as she walked down towards the amphitheater and then the cabins.

she felt stupid for not wearing a proper jacket or shirt, but she did enjoy the fresh air leaving a chill to her skin. y/n was hoping her black tee would blend her into the night, especially as she neared the amphitheater. she wasn’t entirely keen on interacting more at the moment — it was past twelve and she knew she couldn’t match their energy.

“hey, y/n?”

the girl halted in her tracks. turning on her heel, she came face to face with none other than the loveable hermes boy lightly jogging up to her.

“hi luke,” she greeted, passing him a small smile. 

luke smiled back immediately. after a silent beat, he spoke again. “i just wanted to say, ha —“

“hey, luke! get over here, man, we need your backup vocals right now!” one of the hermes kids yelled, y/n couldn’t tell who from their distance.

“yeah, give me a sec!” he screamed, turning back to the girl.

“no dude, we need you RIGHT NOW! we’re gonna be mashed potatoes if you don’t!”

luke rolled his eyes, positioning himself back towards the theatre. “can’t you see i’m busy?”

“you can talk to anyone about anything whenever, luke! this is a one time exclusive!”

“stop quoting missy elliot, and no, give me two minutes!” he replied, a slight whine in his voice.

a scoff followed, “we’re gonna be eliminated, castellan!”

exasperated by bickering with his brothers, luke sighed and nodded. “i’ll be right there!” 

the boy instantly spun back around, wanting to wish the demeter girl a happy birthday.

she was at least 30 feet ahead of him, speed walking away with a slight slump to her shoulders.

luke’s smile dropped. another day, another day of being unable to fully attend to her. these countless moments have occurred more than he could fathom — he was always pulled away from the one girl he didn’t want to be pulled away from.

and yet here she was, disappearing out of his sight once again. “this karaoke better be worth it,” he grumbled under his breath as he trudged back.

the next morning was calm, not many campers up to anything special. there was a soft pitter patter on the window panes, but y/n didn’t mind. the rain rejuvenated her.

throwing on her raincoat but paying no mind to her shorts or shoes, y/n left the cabin with her stash of bracelet material in her pocket and sprinted through the paths, heading to chiron and mr. d.

luke’s attention immediately perked up at the bolting girl, and he realized this might just be the one time he can say anything.

subtly running after her, he watched as she entered the big house and rather excitedly. he followed inside, keeping a distance when he heard her begin to speak to chiron.

he didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but he did hear it all.

“may i call my dad?”

“of course, y/n. here,” luke could hear the shuffle of a phone, and footsteps coming closer to the edge of chiron’s office. 

the dial tone was evident. it went through three times before he heard the young girl speak.

“hey dad. hope you’re doing good. should've known you weren't gonna pick up. i turned sixteen today, fyi. hope your kids are doing fine and same with that blonde bimbo,” she spat, making luke’s eyes widen. “i’m not coming home for christmas. might be early to determine but i’m sure i won’t. bye.”

she walked back to chiron, and luke could hear light sniffles coming from her. his heart sank. 

“for all it matters, i’m here, we all are. happy birthday, y/n. you’ve always made us proud, you’ve always been an asset to us, you deserve to know that no matter what,” chiron reassured, and luke could hear the girl softly thank him.

stepping outside of chiron’s office and shutting the door behind her, y/n broke into a sob in the hallway. it was one thing to have others not be around, but when family abandons, nothing feels real anymore. 

luke observed as she stopped her tears almost as quick as they started, wiping her eyes as she headed towards him, unbeknownst to her.

“uh,” luke cleared his throat, “hey, y/n.”

y/n’s face warmed up, startled at his presence. hurriedly fixing herself up, she nodded. “hi luke.”

“i’m sorry for last night,” he apologized, scratching the nape of his neck. “i was trying to talk to you but i guess i got carried away with everyone else,” he paused, looking down, “as usual. i’m sorry.”

y/n shook her head. “it’s okay. don’t apologize, life happens.”

“right,” luke acknowledged awkwardly. “speaking of life,” he approached her in a friendly manner, “i wanted to wish you a happy birthday last night. you’re sixteen, one of the biggest milestones in anyone’s life!”

his enthusiasm made the corners of y/n’s lips tug up, and she watched intently as he continued. “you deserve an amazing birthday, and i’m going to give that to you.”

y/n was not expecting that.

“c’mon, let’s go.” luke held his hand out to her, his dark curls practically bouncing in excitement. a sweet grin crept onto her face, making the young boy smile even wider. she accepted his hand, and the second he felt her palm within his, the fragility made him realize he could never be a part of something that’d hurt her ever again.

she was stronger than anyone he knew, enduring all the shit the world put upon her. he just knew he couldn’t be one of them to do the same. 

together, the two gracefully left the big house, trampling down to camp and rushing towards god knows where.

somehow, they ended up at the pavilions, and without a second thought, y/n pulled out her bracelet material. luke was confused but watched eagerly as she carefully took the little sacks out.

“wanna make some friendship bracelets?”

“friendship bracelets?” luke asked, unsure of the concept.

y/n nodded. “today’s the day someone willingly decided to hang out with me. i was going to make some alone but if you want, we can create matching ones and mark our friendship.”

luke grinned toothily, “so we’re friends now?”

y/n nodded, “i’d love to be, if you don’t mind.”

his eyes screamed happiness, “i definitely don’t mind.”

the two taped down their threads, choosing colours that work cohesively with one another’s. “now you’re gonna wanna take this thread and do a tuck-knot with it,” y/n explained, showing the boy to her left the steps.

after getting the basics down, the two fell into a comfortable silence, threading away and adding some cute hand-made clay beads here and there. “i’m not too childish for wanting to do this, right?” y/n suddenly asked, a nervous smile on her face.

luke shook his head and gave her a hearty grin. “i don’t think there should ever be such thing as “too childish”, sucks the life out of everyone,” he looked back down at the bracelet, “plus, when you’re a demigod, what else is there to do? play video games? we’d be dead in minutes.”

y/n laughed. luke froze.

he’d never heard her laugh this much. she sounded pretty.

“you’re not wrong,” she slowly caught her breathing and softly chuckled. “are you close to finishing your’s?”

the hermes boy nodded and watched intently as y/n’s delicate fingers tutored him on how to securely tie the ends of the bracelet. watching her move so effortlessly made his heart skip a beat — she was perfect.

even though this was the smallest activity they could ever do, she was perfect at it. it made him wonder why he didn’t seize the opportunity to be her friend beforehand.

“hey, y/n?”

“yes, luke?”

“i just wanted to say,” his breath lightly hitched when she began placing the bracelet on his wrist to make sure it was of right measurement, “that, uh, you’re really pretty.”

now it was y/n’s turn to freeze.

“but, i’m not doing all of this to just be your boyfriend or whatever. hell, we’ve just begun our friendship,” he stifled a small, sweet laugh, “so when i say this i really just mean it from the bottom of my heart. i don’t want it to influence you in any way, i just want you to know how i’ve seen you for the past two years.

“you’re gentle and loving, not to mention stealthy and incredibly intelligent. i love whenever i look over and you’re always doing something that captivates me. i’ve been an idiot to admire you from afar for this long, but you’ve always deserved to know and be appreciated. i’m sorry i couldn’t give that to you sooner.”

y/n looked into luke’s eyes, somber traversing in her’s. “may i hug you?”

luke nodded, and y/n wrapped him up in her arms. the boy held tightly onto her, a sudden thought of losing her intruding his mind of peace. “happy birthday, y/n,” he whispered into her ear as they continued to embrace.

“thank you, luke. this means the world to me.”

luke now knew he had to give her the world, no matter what.

their matching bracelets would only be a reminder of what there was, what there will be and what will be gone.

[natailiatulls07]

Lando Norris x Female!reader

Summary - Being stood up hurts and it's embarrassing

Warning - Being stood up, Lando being forgetful, pet names (sweetheart, babe, darling, sweet girl, baby)

A/n - I wrote this whilst been sat outside my class because I arrived early

-

This was humilating. Stood just outside a fancy restaurant, Y/n had done everything perfectly - Her hair, makeup and her outfit. Yet she was stood outside a restaurant in central Monte Carlo, in the bitter wind, practically on display for everyone to see.

For everyone to see that had been clearly stood up by her boyfriend. And it's not like she was just some random women; oh no her boyfriend is a formula one driver and she was in the heart of the sport.

Everyone knew Y/n's boyfriend - Lando Norris. But where was he? What happened to the date? They booked a table at the restaurant but the Mclaren driver was a no show.

Looking down at her phone, it only told her that he was 20 mins late. There was no text from Lando, nothing to tell her that he was on his way and that he was sorry for the inconvenience.

Y/n's eye moved away from the phone to look around her. Maybe he's already here... And to look down the street, leading up to the restaurant. But there was no sight of her loveable curly haired boyfriend.

With a huff, she started to make her way home. Maybe his meeting ran over... The couple were going to meet at the restaurant and Lando was going to come to the restaurant straight from a meeting.

And maybe he had a hard day and probably went home to relax... She kept making excuses because her Lando wouldn't just ditch her right?

-

Slotting the key into the door, Y/n opened the white door with the rest of her remaining strength. She had walked from the restaurant back to their apartment which was easily a thirty minute walk and incredibly tiring due to the fact that she was wearing heels.

There were laughing and screaming coming from his office. Was he streaming? Walking over to the door to his office, Y/n knocked cautiously afraid that she would be interrupting a meeting.

"Come in!" Lando's british accent shouted, giving her the go ahead to enter the room. Once he saw his girlfriend slip through the door, his smile only got bigger.

Over his shoulder, Y/n could see the speedy chat on twitch on one of his monitors whilst Lando let his eye trail down here body and her outfit. “What’s got you so dressed up sweetheart?” He asks, still oblivious to what he had done.

She was speechless, was her boyfriend really that clueless?! Well aware of that she was on camera and that her boyfriends whole twitch chat could see her, Y/n just walked out of the room and took in a shaky intake of breath.

Upon hearing he intake of breath and watching her sharply move to escape the room, he followed. “Wait babe, what’s up?” The stream was still on and everyone could see and hear what was going on, even in the hallway.

Spinning around on her heel, Y/n now had fresh tears coating the whites of her eyes. “Do you know how humiliated I felt? Is this like some sick joke to you?”

To say Lando was confused was an understatement, he was try to rake his mind of what his plans were today. Meetings, meetings and then…home right?

And then his phone pinged, a message from Max. Luckily for Lando, his best friend back in London was streaming with him and could see and hear what was going on in the hallway.

You stood her up!!!

Remember you had a date today!!

It’s clicked. They had booked a table at this fancy restaurant for a date and yet he forgot about it. “Oh I’m so so so sorry darling! I completely forgot!” He was pleading now, hoping she’d understand and forgive him. His hand went to wipe away a tear but Y/n pulled away.

“You know how humiliating that was! Do you know how the gossip accounts will react to this?! Y/n L/n, wag of Lando Norris stood up in Monte Carlo, guess he doesn’t love her anymore!”

He knew how the gossip accounts felt about his girlfriend. They would often accuse her of using him or him not loving her and that she was just his plaything.

Quickly looking down and trying to regain stability in her breathing pattern, Y/n’s eye flashed back up at Lando. Showing him the beautiful eyes he loved, now filled with anxiety and fear.

“M-maybe we should end it…” The words he hated, words he wished she’d never say to his face. “Cause clearly no one except me wants this…” Yeah it was selfish of her to say that but it felt true to her.

Yet it was far from the truth. In fact nearly everyone loved her, and she wasn’t looking at the best gossip accounts. If Y/n were to even look at the twitch chat right now, she’d see the amount of people practically begging Lando to save the relationship.

Shaking his head, it nearly gave him whiplash. “No no no! Baby this relationship is wanted by so many people! Look…here” He gently took ahold of her hand, pulling her back into his office to show her the twitch chat.

lando4444444quadrant Y/n we love you!!

carlando455 Lando if you fuck up this relationship I swear to god bad things will happen

y/nismybabeee4 Queen stop crying, we loveeeee you!

Lestappen3316 No I can’t handle it if these two break up!

Whilst Y/n read through the chat, she felt Lando move to sit back at his gaming chair and felt him tug her down onto his lap. The overwhelming feeling of love and support from the chat made Y/n tear up once again which Lando noticed.

"Oh sweet girl..." He signed, thinking she was upset again. "That was meant to stop you from crying" His gentle hand moved to sweep the disheveled hair out of her face.

Not a second later, Y/n shook her head; destroying his work. "Happy tears..." She looked up at him with a small smile which wiped the deep frown on her boyfriends face.

Peeling his eyes away from the girl, Lando looked over to the chat. "Well done chat! She's crying happy tears!" He celebrated, smoothing his hands up and down her arms.

A cheeky pout replaced the Y/ns small smile. "I'm still not happy that you forgot our date, you're gonna have to make it up to me"

"Don't worry baby, I will" Nodding his head. "I love you so much!"

-

[back2bluesidex]

Girl Crush - MYG

Part of my Milestone Drabble Request Game. Find the request here.

Read the follow-up drabble, Afterglow.

Pairing: Husband!Yoongi X Wife!Reader

Theme: Angst, Unrequited love au, arrange marriage au

Wordcount: 1.5k+

Summary: It was and is Min Yoongi, who you fell in love with over the course of charity galas, executive meetings, quarterly gatherings, parties and so on. And he never once looked in your direction. But then again, there are very few people Yoongi really looked at.

Based on Girl Crush by Harry Styles (Cover).

Warnings: unhappy marriage, unrequited love, yoongi loves someone else. this is very painful.

Minors are not allowed in this blog!!

A/N: I had this idea sitting on my head for a long time now. Thanks to @jimintaemin for requesting this and giving me a chance of writing this. This is very angsty just as you wanted. Hope you like this. Hit me back with your feedback!:)

“I've got a girl crush… Hate to admit it but I’ve got a heart rush… It ain’t slowin' down”

“I assume you already know that this is a marriage of convenience, a negotiation between two companies. And I hope you will not expect anything from me. As long as it’s about responsibilities, I am okay with those. But don’t expect anything more.” Min Yoongi had said, cold and stoic, as if not conversing but stating some flat facts related to stock prices. 

He was not wrong. Whatever he had said are indeed facts and there was nothing you didn’t already know.

So you stood there, standing as still as a porcelain doll, ready to fall and break at any given moment. 

“And just so you know… I have someone.” he finished, diverting his eyes from you even though he never really looked at you properly. 

Although you were glad that he didn’t. You were more than happy that he didn’t witness tears rolling down your face, gathering below your chin and dropping down at the immaculate fabric of your wedding gown. 

Do tears leave stains? You hoped that was not the case. 

It’s not that you pictured a fairytale married life for you. You know arranged marriages come with more cons than pros. You knew you would have to pay the price.. but at the same time you had no choice. You were even more reluctant to do anything because it was him. 

It was and is Min Yoongi, who you fell in love with over the course of charity galas, executive meetings, quarterly gatherings, parties and so on. And he never once looked in your direction. But then again, there are very few people Yoongi really looked at. 

It was foolish for you to expect a man of his stature would not have someone to love, to be loved by. And it was even more foolish for you to think, you can be his wife, a real one.. and lead a life with him. 

However, now you know it’s impossible. And the realization made you feel helpless, caged and broken. 

“I won’t expect anything, I promise, but in return… Can we at least be friends? It will make things easy for both of us.” you’d uttered upon managing your voice and emotions. 

Only then he looked at you, like really looking at you with a small smile playing on his lips, he’d said “sure.”  

That was the moment you realized you had a girl crush. And it was the woman who managed to make Yoongi, your husband, fall in love. 

“I got it real bad.. Want everything she has That smile and that midnight laugh.. She's giving you now.” 

You thought, you would be angry. You thought every possible darkness would cover your senses, when you’d meet her for the first time. 

But wrong… you were. 

You had so many prejudices about this woman and you hated her with every drop of blood your body owns but all of it evaporated in thin air when she smiled at you standing right at your and yoongi’s door. 

She is beautiful, she is kind, she is loveable… and maybe everything else you can’t ever be. 

“Thank you so much, Y/N. I never thought I was going to see Yoongi ever again.” she’d murmured as she stood close to you in the kitchen, preparing dinner for you three. 

You had stared into her eyes then.. Trying to find mockery and a hint of brazen victory telling you, “you’re only his paper wife. I own his heart.” 

But again.. Again you were disappointed. 

In her eyes, there was no mockery, no pretense, no dishonesty.. Rather only understanding and kindness. Only then you understood why Yoongi loves her so much. 

Why will it never be you and always be her.  

That night as you stood at the balcony, enjoying the stinging sensation cold wind brought to you, you heard them laughing.

It was the first time you heard Min Yoongi laughing. Even though faint and muffled, you could still sense his happiness through the sound. 

Min Yoongi was finally happy... for the first time since the wedding ceremony... and you were not the reason. 

All of a sudden, you were jealous again, even though you were not sure if you had the right or not. 

“I want to taste her lips… Yeah, 'cause they taste like you I want to drown myself… In a bottle of her perfume”

You didn’t know what you were thinking when you invited her to your and Yoongi’s honeymoon. 

Both of your and his parents have been pestering you to set out for the trip. You have been using excessive workload as the excuse and you assumed Yoongi to do the same.

But a week ago, everything went south when Yoongi had a fight with his father. As a result, flights were booked, accommodations were chosen and you two were notified only two days prior. 

That night, Yoongi didn’t come back home. And when he did, he didn’t speak a single word to you. 

The visible frown on his forehead and the cold aura that oozed from him, made you want to make him smile, made you invite his lover to the trip secretly.  

She was already there when you two reached and you will never forget Yoongi’s reaction when he realized what was happening. 

The grumpy cold Yoongi broke into gummy smiles and giggles as soon as he saw her. They kissed right in front of your eyes and you silently cried. 

Oh how you wish, you could taste him too. How you wish, he would hold you like that, caress you like that. 

How you wish… he would love you like that. 

“I want her long blond hair… I want her magic touch Yeah, 'cause maybe then… You'd want me just as much”

��“Babe, could you please turn your head a little? Yes.. yes just like that.” 

You watched the man as he clicked photos after photos of the woman he loves, seemingly trying to document her beauty for a long long time.  

You watched her as her long blond hair flowed like a waterfall down her shoulder, wind ruffling it gently making her look even more beautiful. 

“Let’s take a selfie, will you?” she shouted at him and he chuckled. 

He buried his head in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent, he said, “you smell so nice.”

You wondered, what she smelled like, what perfume did she use to make Yoongi look this satisfied. You even considered asking her, purchasing a bottle and drowning yourself in one of those if that means Yoongi would love to smell you too, he would curl himself around you late at night. If that means Yoongi would want you, just as much. 

“I don't get no sleep… I don't get no peace Thinking about her.. Under your bed sheets”

“Where are you going?” confusion dripped through Yoongi’s voice. You stopped at your tracks and turned to face him. 

“I will sleep in the other room. You two should have your space. I will send her in as soon as I am there.” you smiled at him, even though your heart bleed invisibly inside your chest at the thought of how they would spend the night together. 

“No, Y/N. We will adjust. You sleep here in the suite.” Yoongi commented, as firm as a verdict, as he stepped towards where you stood. 

“But Yoongi, I am alone, what would I do with all this space?” you sighed. You definitely didn’t want to be left alone at the honeymoon suite, decorated for the newlyweds. You hate it. Totally loathe the decorations. Those giant red hearts had been mocking you since the moment you stepped there. You might tear those to pieces if you were left there alone, raising endless questions regarding such an act. 

“You have done enough. You have done much more than you needed to and I feel like I’m taking advantage of your kindness. So, please… stay here. Enjoy the stay. We will manage.” giving you one of his tight lipped smiles, Yoongi slipped out of the room to spend the night with his lover. 

That night when you slid inside the covers, which smelled awfully like him because he took a nap earlier in the evening, you started breaking down. 

Your hopes, your dreams, and your heart all started crumbling right before your eyes. You held the duvet tightly around yourself and pretended it was yoongi wrapped around you, it was Yoongi, whispering sweet things in your ear, it was Yoongi, telling you that he loved you. 

Somewhere you knew, Yoongi is actually doing all these things in real-time but.. Not to you.. Not for you. 

You closed your eyes, tears streamed down your cheeks and wetted the pillow. You imagined your life as her… as your girl crush… as the woman your husband, Min Yoongi, loves. 

“I've got a girl crush… Hate to admit it but I’ve got a heart rush… It ain’t slowin' down”

[msfantasy-anime]

My Little Brothers Wife

Monkey D. Luffy x Wife!Reader x Platonic!Sabo

Summary: a requested short story on Koala delivering the news of Y/n’s bounty to Sabo.

Part I • Part II • Part III • Part IV

Koala’s head leans back, letting the cool breeze blow out the strands of hair from her face. A moment of peace shattered when a rolled up news paper drops from a sky delivery, right into Koala’s lap, spraying the pages everywhere.

“Freakin birds I swear-“ Koala’s quite cursing halts seeing a wanted poster Monkey. Y/n, 100,000,000 berries, your full photo on display for all its glory. “WHAT?! WHAT?! WHAT?! WHAT?!” She screams to her self, haphazardly strewing the news articles until she locates the bounty explanation.

Monkey. Y/n, wanted dead or alive for a 100,000,000 berries after brutally assaulting a Marine Officer for implying husband, Monkey D. Luffy, of negative behaviour. Y/n’s unprovoked attack and straw hat pirate association has earned her a large bounty for a new comer. It is yet to be confirmed if Y/n is part of the straw hat crew or acts independently.

Koala bolted throughout the hideout with the wanted poster in hand to the only man with an explanation. “SABO!” Koala yells, shoving the wanted poster so close to Sabo’s face, all he could manage to see was a big ‘W’. “Look at this! Can you believe this? I thought we were friends and she didn’t even bother inviting me to the wedding! Did you know she got married?! Why wouldn’t she tell me?!” Koala pouted.

“Calm down a second would’ya. I can’t even see what you’re talking about.” Pulling the poster from Koala’s hand, she retreats with her arms crossed over her chest, a grumpy expression holding stead.

Monkey. Y/n.

A small smirk breaks across his lips. It’s good to see your still alive and well, and wrecking havoc like you swear you wouldn’t when you last met.

Figures.

“Well Koala, what do you want me to say? I even officiated their marriage.” He says with a taunting smile, making Koala gasp in betrayal. “Relax, those two have been married for 12 years now.”

“12 years?! But they’re only-wait… 12 minus… hey, that doesn’t make any sense! You’re saying they got ‘married’ when they were only kids? So it’s not real.”

“No. It’s real.” Sabo says smiling softly once again as he looks at the wanted bounty. “That’s my little brothers wife.”

“So, you’ve got a bounty now.” Sabo says into the transponder snail.

“I got a what?!” You yell back into the snail, the volume of your exclamation causes the sound waves to crackle.

“It reads Monkey. Y/n wanted dead or alive for 100 million berries.” Sabo says which only makes you scoff.

“I didn’t even do anything! How did I get that large of a bounty?!”

“It says you assaulted a marine officer.”

“……he had it coming! No one talks trash about Luffy. Man, this is so embarrassing, now the world thinks I’m married to that loveable doofus.”

“At least you finally have a family name right?“ The transponder line turns silent. Sabo knows you well enough that your smiling. But what he wasn’t expecting to hear what you admitted next.

“Yeah … it is actually. Monkey is a cool last name…and now it’s mine.”

“Seems like Luffy finally worn you down huh? So, will you join his crew?”

“I decided that-“ a loud explosion sounds off in the background. “THE SHIP IS UNDER ATTACK! Ugh! I gotta go Sabo, I’ll talk to you later.”

[astralnymphh]

okay hear me out right… horndog!farmellie thats so incredibly horny that she cums untouched in her boxers from you kissing her neck and sucking on her nipples 🤫

ughhh the usual horndog!ellie !! always so sensitive when the tables turn n she gets pleasured ౨ৎ MDNI !! very lovey dovey

setting the scene, night time, both of you reclined supine into the cushy nature of your bed, crafting a little gully in the mattress with your combined weight. a thin sheet wisped over the curvature of your bodies, rippling the material perfectly across your thighs– neglecting the toss so it leaves your loins and torso exposed to tottering candlelight, every groove highlighted and cast in umbrage, she looked of a delectable nature, lying flat to your raised–elbow poise. your index, soft as a plume, rides the fleshy rise of her bare breast and merry–go–rounds her bumpy nipple. she seizes up a breath, indenting the skin between her ribs lightly, mouthing, "fuck.." at the sensations. on the contrary, she'd be the one rousing every bit of your body to her relentless touch– but not tonight. in these little hours, these little, loveable hours, her flesh and bone would rather lie rot to your touch, an all–consuming caress. beryl eyes move to and fro, shimmy side to side, trailing after your encircling fingertips. then, her pupils dart, and find sightly purchase on your lips. how they curve, and flush a streak of pigment when you bite down with those pretty teeth of yours. a shared idea seems to floodlight the dark cavern of both your heads because as soon as a gasp flows down her gullet, it catches. hitched, like a mouse in a trap. your mouth hollows over her perked nipple, suctioning the flimsy nub between squeezing lips. every interval, you suck, wrinkle your lips to a pucker, and pop with a wet smack. it tasted of nothing but skin, and that wasn't an issue. the natural tang of skin was enough for you, and a lot for her. a coil begins to slink tighter and tighter, tickling the lubricous, aroused walls of her vagina. the irk a throbbing clit brings, comprised decuple the volume of sting it ordinarily would. for that sting, she clenches, like a string had attempted to flip her cunt inside out, drawing wads of frothy clear precum to dribble cold along her perineum, and far between the vale of her ass. the chopped whinnies of els' pitching suffrage all but clogged your skull, egging you on as those little noises stain your susceptible impulses, especially, certain words of,

"fuckkk you, god–",

"don't be gentle, fuck, please..",

"you' trynna make me ruin m'boxers? mhh–",

to be gentle with her was an anathema. she harbored a love–hate relationship with tender touches. the time it takes to tilt your partner over a climax cliff with teasey–tricks, renders it slow and painful, painfully gratifying. a cold thumb tamps her opposing nipple down, flopping the bundle of skin on all sides. that move? oh, that move was a curse, in fact. the time given, she tilts that blurred line between a rising climax and wetting up her boxers like a spout. and so, she cracks. "uhhn– fuckfuckfuck, mh!" she squeaks, pushing her shaken thighs harsh into the spongy bed as she cums. a gush of sticky warmth runs past her tremoring hole in lacy serum ejections, simmering a dark–hued splotch, taking a heartly shape on the plateau of her boxers, inseam tightening her fat pussy lips apart. a leak of it dribbles downward and makes merry with her smushed asscrack, smearing skin as she wriggles. you coo, "hmm, so sensitive– are we pretty girl?" as your lips drag off her suffused, swollen nipple, glistening with your bubbly saliva. a grunt grizzles in her chest, prior to her gripe of, "d–don't, call me that.." cause nuh–uh, she's 'spose to call youuu that. you chuckle, lips curling nasal creases, "hah– okay, how 'bout handsome girl?" and she just tosses her eyes off bounds, partaking her focus in the dramatic swell and heave her chest breathes, too embarrassed to gaze upon you. a smack of your lips, a rise of your body, and a stuffing of your head to her cuddled neck gets her talking again, wincing at the sanguine bite left in your rein of loving torture. one last gasp, she shudders, "f–ffuck, swear to god,"

"you make me crazy babe."

[drainslo]

Brains & Brain: Chapter 4: Nightmares

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You repeat in your head, a shooter, before you’re overwhelmed. The gunshots are all you can hear, and reality starts to distort as your ears ring. “Run!” a woman in heels screams before she’s gunned down. You barely stumble behind a car before the shots hit the spot where you just were.

Everything is so dizzy, you can’t keep steady. The scene before you blurs as you hear the screams of agony of a man on the floor. There’s a bullet hole in his chest, yet he’s still screaming. It’s clear to you that he wishes he was dead like the shooter next to him.

You’re standing with a gun pointed out. Your hands are shaking as you follow the trail of the gun to the man on the floor. He’s looking at you, swearing something inaudible as the world keeps spinning.

You think that you’re going to fall through the cracks until you feel the hand of Niragi behind you. He grabs your shoulder and says something inaudible. You turn around to look at him when he vanishes. The bloodied man is in his place with blood streaming down his face. He’s screaming in your face and you cover your head, wishing for it all to end.

With a jolt, you startled awake. Your head is pounding from the hangover from the other night. You wanted to drink to avoid it, but Chishiya’s reminder of the game triggered your nightmares again. 

Just when you started to forget, he brought you back to hell.

You turned to the second bed that now occupied your room, half expecting to see Chishiya lying there. The sheets are neatly folded like nobody had ever been there. The starch of the sheets was ironed as if it were new. 

At least Chishiya had the decency to leave you alone. 

You changed your swimwear, and walked towards the fitness center to blow off some steam. You wanted to feel the physical burn of your muscles to replace the emotional anguish you woke up in.

As you walked, you noticed a woman in blue swimwear leaning against a column watching the direction you came from. She smoked a cigarette, and locked eyes with you.

She approached you, and waved like you were a familiar friend. This was the first time you had ever seen her in your life.   

“Hi there! You’re (Name), right?” she grinned like there was an inside joke you were missing.

“Yes,” you said tentatively, unsure about her demeanor. “I’m (Name). And you are?” Your voice trailed off in confusion.

“Wow, he didn’t mention me at all.” the woman murmured under her breath. She was so quiet you almost missed it.

“I’m Kuina! I’ve heard you’re like the spades player! I’ve been looking for someone to spar with. I used to do Kyokushin Karate in the real world, and I feel rusty.”

Her warm tone and friendliness relieved your uneasiness, but you still felt that there was something missing. You shook off the feeling and smiled at her. To you, she seemed like a genuinely good person, so there shouldn’t have been any reason to feel that way.

“I’m not really that great, I’m the lowest ranking executive after all. I just clear spades here and there. I just like to keep my physical fitness up in my free time. I haven’t practiced Karate really in a while. I stopped in college because I didn’t have time,” you replied.

“There’s always time to shake the rust off! Come on, I know a place to practice” Kuina said and linked arms with you, guiding you towards an empty room you hadn’t known about.

You chattered pleasantly with her throughout the way, and you felt a friendship begin to form between you two. The anxious feeling from your stomach lessened with every step you took until you entered the room.

Kuina abruptly detached your arms to assume a fighting stance and smiled at you expectantly. “Well?”

You mimicked her stance, and laughed lightly. “Don’t expect much from me,” you warned.

“You can’t be that bad!” was Kuina’s reply.

You hoped you weren’t.

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After losing to Kuina, you rubbed the parts of your body that were aching. You weren’t awful, you were just very out of practice with sparring. It made you feel better to release some steam after fighting with Kuina. The nightmare felt like a distant memory.

Kuina apologized for injuring you, and said, “Hey! You were pretty good for being rusty.”

You fought to grin but all you could manage was a disturbing grimace. 

Kuina saw the expression on your face and burst out laughing. “God, you look like Chishiya when he tries to be nice!”

You froze at the mention of Chishiya’s name. Kuina noticed when you did and cursed under her breath. “I’m sorry, shit I wasn’t supposed to say that.”

“Say what?” you questioned. You had no idea how Kuina was involved with Chishiya, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to know.

“Um,” Kuina paused as if thinking about what to say next. “I like you, so I’ll be honest. I’m not exactly sure what happened between you two, but Chishiya told me to meet you here.”

“Why would he do that?” you prompted Kuina to continue.

“He vaguely said that you would need a nice person to be around, and he said if we reached an um cordial- his words not mine- point, to deliver a message. He wanted to express that he regretted the words he said to you.”

You immediately began to laugh at the way Chishiya apologized. “He couldn’t say this himself?”

Kuina cracked an uneasy smile. “I know you don’t know Chishiya that well, but he has his own ways of doing things. I don’t think he’s ever apologized for anything his entire life to be honest.”

A thought suddenly struck you after Kuina spoke. 

“Kuina,” you said slowly. “Do you know that I’m sharing a room with Chishiya?”

Kuina’s smile slowly faded to horrified. “You? You’re the one who he’s rooming with? Oh my god.” She took a couple steps away from you and covered her mouth with her hand. 

“He said that he was being considered for an executive position, and that Hatter made him room with someone, but he never told me who! God I’m so sorry,” Kuina said, looking truly apologetic. “Let me take you out for a drink tonight.”

You shook your head, your faint headache serving as a reminder of that morning. “I have a hangover,” you explained at her confused look.

“And I made you spar with me! Some other time then,” Kuina offered. She made a motion like she was looking at a watch, but there was nothing on her wrist. “Look at the time, I have to go!” she said and quickly darted away before you could say anything.

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For the next week, Chishiya didn’t enter the room you shared. You weren’t sure if you were disappointed or relieved. Kuina was true to her word, and brought you to the Beach’s bar a couple days later. She showed up at your room without explanation, and dragged you to the bar.

It was a pleasant experience because Kuina was so nice, but you did notice that she didn’t bring up Chishiya again.

You woke up Tuesday morning to find Chishiya sitting at the office chair where you first met him. You instinctively grabbed blankets to cover yourself but he didn’t turn your way.

Hearing the movement from your bed, Chishiya broke the silence of the morning before you could even process his presence. “I’ve been reading on shooting techniques, and I’ve concluded that without proper time commitment, I am essentially a lost cause.” 

He paused before continuing. “Meeting once a week won’t be suitable for me to become experienced enough to be useful in an actual situation.”

You blinked before the gravity of his words hit you. Chishiya wasn’t acknowledging what had happened last time you met, or Kuina. He was only focused on his ability to learn how to shoot. It was like your feelings didn’t matter, and he only prioritized the amount of time it took for him to become decent with a gun.

“So you want us to meet more frequently,” you said slowly. You weren’t sure if you could handle him in large doses.

To your surprise, Chishiya shook his head. “Only Tuesdays are fine. I would appreciate being able to go in my free time.”

His statement made you more uneasy. The shooting range was only for militants, and Chishiya wasn’t even supposed to have access to guns. He could get you in trouble if he were caught by someone.

“I could tell you when the militants are playing games, but that’s the best I can do for you,” you said.

Chishiya nodded. “That’s more than fine. I’m aware that this is a large ask after the last time we met. If you would let me, instead of meeting to shoot today I’d like to meet with you in the evening at the bar.”

You didn’t want to guess how Chishiya knew that you frequently hung around the bar. Maybe he got the idea from Kuina. You thought that this was another way to express that he felt remorse for his actions, and you weren’t going to deny him the opportunity to buy you a drink.

“I’ll meet you later,” you said, and he walked out of the room.

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Chishiya stopped by like Kuina, without warning or knocking, and you silently followed him to the bar.

“The usual?” the bartender asked you when you sat down. You nodded at him, and Chishiya said that he would be getting the same.

“How do you know what I’m getting?” you asked Chishiya, wrinkling your brow.

“I don’t.”

You sat in silence before the bartender brought you both your drinks. As you sipped your martini, you felt that it became unbearable. You decided to offer Chishiya a vague explanation.

“When I played the nine of spades, that was my hardest game I’ve ever played. It was how I met Niragi,” you said, and downed your entire drink shortly after. 

Chishiya looked contemplative at what you had just said. “Any game with Niragi would be difficult,” he said dryly, earning a laugh from you.

“Niragi isn’t that bad, he’s just a little dramatic sometimes,” you smiled and ordered another drink from the bartender. You thought fondly of Niragi, but for some reason you hadn’t really run into him recently. Every time you saw him he made weak excuses to go, and he always seemed eager to leave any conversation.

“Is the nine of spades how you got your executive position?” Chishiya asked, abruptly interrupting your train of thought.

You nodded and squeezed your glass nervously. “It was. I don’t know if it was worth the price.”

You fell into silence with Chishiya once more, and the bartender brought over drink after drink. Anytime you were reminded of the nine of spades, you drank more than usual. You talked lightly with Chishiya about your life before the Borderlands, and he didn’t say much. The lack of banter seemed odd.

It was like he became a completely different person overnight.

He was a very good listener, you realized. You became less and less aware of what you were talking about as you drank more. 

You thought that at some point you got up and started walking. You felt a couple pushes of hands steading you. It was like walking through a mirror maze, but less fun. 

Everything blurred together until it was morning again, and you woke up in your room without feeling anything. No nightmares, you thought gratefully. The problem with not having any nightmares was that you had to be practically black-out drunk to achieve it.

But if you were that drunk, somebody had to bring you back. You turned to the right to find Chishiya sleeping in the second bed in your room, his face tranquil and relaxed. 

A/N: I realized this chapter is super long compared to the others!! I actually mapped out the plot chap by chap so now the chapters are going to be longer :)

[barcaatthemoon]

loveable || jenni hermoso x reader ||

you overhear jenni and think she isn't interested in you.

there was something going on between you and jenni. everybody could see it except for the two of you. the two of you had a tendency of getting very flirty, something that had annoyed your barcelona teammates to no end. alexia and the others had been hopeful that maybe with jenni's move to mexico things would change a bit, but it only seemed to get worse.

if jenni had been bad before, the distance only made her worse. she was clingier than normal, going from flirtatious little touches to literally hanging off of you sometimes. there was rarely a moment whenever the two of you were near each other that she didn't have you tucked under her arms or was carrying you around on your back.

to alexia, it was sickening, which was why she had to say something. both you and jenni deserved to be happy in her mind, and maybe if the two of you just fucked, she wouldn't have to witness all the constant flirting. that was her intention when she approached jenni about you.

"okay, enough, it has to stop," alexia said as she shoved jenni into a room. she pushed the door behind her, but didn't check to make sure that it actually shut.

"what has to stop? i'm not doing anything," jenni huffed. alexia crossed her arms over her chest, unimpressed with jenni seemingly playing dumb. "stop looking at me like that."

"what's going on with you and (y/n)?" alexia asked. jenni shrugged as she leaned against the wall. that answer definitely wasn't good enough for alexia, who moved in towards jenni with the intention of intimidating her. jenni wasn't scared of alexia, however, and she never had been. jenni pushed up from the wall and squared up to alexia, knowing the younger woman would back down. "just ask her out."

"i'm in mexico now, and i'm not just going to come running back to spain, so it won't work. the distance will be too much, and she can't handle that. she's too young, alexia," jenni snapped. alexia was surprised to see her get to anger so quickly. there was obviously more going on than what jenni let on, so alexia pulled her over to sit down and really talk to her.

…

you hadn't meant to overhear alexia and jenni. the eavesdropping technically was done on purpose, but when your name was brought up, you were curious. jenni seemed to flirt with you a lot, even more than she did with everybody else. it was getting to the point where pina and patri were relentlessly teasing you at every chance they got. you had been looking for jenni to ask her out, both of them not having let up on the pestering since you got the call to come to national camp.

"what's wrong?" pina asked as she watched you stomp past them. you didn't stop to even look at them as you went straight up to your room. pina could tell that something was really wrong, so she pulled patri and ona away to talk to you. "(y/n)!"

"just leave me alone, please. i don't want to talk to you guys right now," you told them. that would have been enough for pina to leave you alone, but patri never really knew when to quit. if anything, your words had only made it more important in her mind to talk to you.

"did something happen little one?" patri asked as she pressed a kiss to your temple. you crumpled in her arms, unable to stop the tears from falling. it felt like forever before you were calm enough to tell her what happened with jenni. patri was quick to anger, as was pina. if it wasn't for ona, the two would have stormed off before you were even finished telling them what had happened.

"i'll kill her," pina hissed through grit teeth. ona rubbed the woman's back, hoping that it would soothe her anger a bit. "how dare she say that about (y/n). i'll kill her ona, i will."

"getting angry right now won't help. i am sure that jenni did not mean it like that. come on, we've all seen the way jenni looks at (y/n) when she's not paying attention," ona whispered. you were fast asleep on the bed, exhausted from crying, but ona didn't want to risk waking you up.

"well, i'm going for a walk," patri announced. pina stood up with her, only to be pulled back down by ona.

"only one of you can go, just one," ona told them. patri glanced back at (y/n) on the bed and nodded towards pina. you'd want your best friend there when you woke up, and truthfully, patri didn't want to get kicked out from camp while you were still so upset.

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"hola bonita," jenni greeted you with a smile. you ignored her as patri walked you past her. jenni frowned, too upseet about you ignoring her to even notice the death glare being sent from your friend. "hey! what's wrong?"

"just go away jenni," patri warned. she placed her hand on the older woman's chest to keep some distance between you and her. jenni didn't like that one bit and started to push forward, prepared to shove past patri to get to you. however, it was alexia's hand on the back of jenni's shirt that kept her from charging forward.

"go in the conference room," alexia ordered. jenni walked away, huffing and puffing as she did. alexia turned past patri and towards you. "(y/n), i need you to go to the conference room. jenni has something she'd like to say to you."

"i would rather not talk to jenni right now," you told her. alexia sighed, knowing exactly why. whenever pina had come knocking on her door, alexia had been taken aback by the anger and aggression coming from the younger player. a quick explanation had cleared things up, and alexia knew that she had to help fix things since she had partially been the cause of them.

"jenni, she can explain herself. you just need to let her know what you heard," alexia said. you didn't want to argue with your captain, so you politely asked patri to watch your plate for you while you went to find jenni. the conference room door was still open, jenni sitting on the table instead of any of the chairs.

"alexia says that we need to talk," you said, careful to close the door behind you. "i do not really want to talk to you though, not after what you said about me."

"i didn't sa- oh." jenni seemed to deflate as she realized what you had overheard. "i'm sorry, and i swear that i did not mean any of it."

"then why would you say it?" you asked her.

"because i was scared. i didn't want to start something with you only to never get to see you. i didn't want you to throw away the best club for your career so we could be closer because i knew that you would," jenni explained.

"you don't know that i'd move to mexico," you huffed. jenni absolutely knew that you'd follow her anywhere. you were extremely loyal, having moved from your hometown club and barcelona's rival, real madrid to barcelona at the insistence of your friends.

"you left madrid for patri. i'd hate to see the lengths you'd go for me," jenni joked. you shoved her away from you at the joke, but only because you knew that she had a point. all it would take for you to do something like that for jenni was if she asked. "hey! you're making it hard for me to apologize right now."

"some apology." this time, it was jenni's turn to shove you. the two of you got into a little shoving match until jenni ended up grabbing both of your hands. she pinned them down to your sides, leaning in just enough for you to smell her perfume. you looked over at her face to see her staring at yours, more specifically, your lips.

"i'm so sorry for what i said," jenni whispered. you bit your lip as you nodded in understanding. "i really do want you. i want to wake up next to you in the morning. i want to take you out on special dates. i want to go to sleep next to you at night. but fuck, right now i just want to kiss you."

"then do it," you told her. jenni moved forward quickly, pressing her lips to yours. you kissed her back, but only for a few seconds. jenni pouted when you backed away from her, mouth open to question what was wrong. "i can't do this if you're just gonna go back to some girl in mexico."

"i would never," jenni promised you. she pressed a kiss to each of your cheeks before she continued. "there are no other girls, and i don't think there will be. i love you, understood?"

"no you don't," you tried to argue. jenni dropped your hands and cupped your cheeks. "you don't love me jenni, you like me, there's a difference."

"i know that there is, and i love you. it's part of why i left, i thought you were with one of the little hooligans," jenni said, using alexia's nickname for your friend group.

"why would you want to love me?"

"why is it so hard to accept that you're loveable?" jenni asked you. she wanted to kiss you again and again, but this felt like a much more important talk to be having.

"i'm not special, and i know the kind of women you were with before me. it's scary jenni, and i don't think i can compare," you admitted. jenni frowned at you, unsure of what exactly she could tell you to prove you wrong. "i want you so badly that it hurts, but i don't think i deserve you."

"you deserve better than me, but if you'll have me, then i won't argue. you deserve the world, mi carina. i can't give you everything, but i will always make sure that you have my love," jenni promised you. you leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her lips, smiling into it.

"they warned me you could be corny, but i didn't know you were such a sap," you teased. jenni pinched your thigh as she stood up. you followed her back into the cafeteria with everybody else, finally feeling like you could actually eat now that you knew that jenni didn't really look down at you.