#miu x y/n

[atinyniki]

atelophobia.

group: stray kids !

pairing: idol!bangchan x f!reader x idol!lee felix

genre: angst, fluff

warnings + additional info: reader is referred to as y/n, proposals, insecurities, crying, mentions of sex but no smut, suggestive jokes, lots of kissing, y/n is neglected

authors note: omggg my first fic for the 'making @miuracha happy' event !!! i really hope you love it <3 this fic really spoke to me because i guess... its just people being people. relationships have problems, but communication is so so important in order to keep it alive ! this has a happy ending, dw... this is also not proofread. english is not my first language, so please excuse any grammatical or spelling errors. happy reading :)

wc: 1771

atelophobia - the fear of imperfection.

“baby? we’re home!”

you quickly check the time from the clock above the stove, cursing yourself for not finishing earlier and rushing to the door to greet them. “hey loves…”, you smile tiredly. they share a look before wrapping you in a hug, dirtying their clothes from the contact with your messy apron.

you relax in their warmth for a bit… its been a long day. “missed you, my baby…”, chan whispers. felix hums in agreement from your side, leaving tender kisses across your cheekbones. they finally pull away from you, and you assess the damage done to their clothes.

you don’t mean to make your frown so noticeable, but it’s inevitable. “what's wrong love?”

before you can answer, you crouch down and use your hands to dust off the rice flour from their clothes, apologizing profusely for ruining them. the truth is, recently, it’s felt like you’ve only made things worse for everyone. it’s thrown you into this bad mental state, thinking that your boyfriends deserve so much better.

“hey, it’s really not a big deal. we’re gonna wash up soon anyways, yeah?”, felix shoots you a tired smile.

you nod, standing back up and smiling sheepishly. “um… dinner will be ready soon. it should be done by the time you’re out.”

the both of them nod, making their way into the bedroom and then the bathroom. you rush back to the kitchen to check on the tteok, but you frown once you realize you must have boiled it for too long. the rice cakes look a little too mushy, but you hope that it’ll taste good in the tteokbokki.

about ten minutes later, you hear the two giggle as they walk into the living room. “gosh, i thought you’d have more stamina baby…”

he rolls his eyes playfully, placing another kiss onto chan’s lips. regularly, you’d be happy about it. it’s nice to have a loving relationship and be able to see their love progress alongside them, but the sight of them now makes your heart clench. 

it’s different now than it was a week ago. you feel undesirable, unwanted. why can’t you ever be intimate with them? why don’t they kiss you like that? the questions run through your mind at a sickening pace, and it takes everything in you not to cry.

chan turns his head to look at you, but you look away before he notices you staring. “gosh what are you making? i’m hungry as hell…”, he giggles.

“i’m sorry… it’s taking longer than i expected”, you mumble out. felix is the first to notice your uneasiness. “no y/n, i think he just meant… because it smells so good, you know? don’t apologize, there’s no need to rush, yeah?”

you nod, smiling at him and turning back to the pot of simmering tteok. only a couple minutes go by and you’ve plated all the food nicely, setting their meals down onto the kitchen table. “food’s ready!”

the boys rush to the table, smiling once they’ve seen the food. it pushes you further to your breaking point, seeing them smile so widely at the food, but never at you. you regularly don’t need constant reassurance, but right now it feels as if everything’s breaking apart in front of you.

to make things worse, they sit opposite to you around the small circular table. your body seems to be betraying you, your bottom lip slightly quivering, and you quickly bite it to hide your pain.

they each take a bite of their food, quickly eating due to their hunger. you smile at their eagerness, finding their puffy cheeks adorable, until you see their faces go red.

“oh my gosh… what did you put in this?”, chan asks incredulously. he obviously doesn’t mean it in a rude way, but it seems that way due to everything else that’s been going on.

“i- im sorry…”, you whisper.

you pour him some more water, and refill felix’s too. “it’s so fucking— augh —spicy!”, felix groans.

“i’m sorry.”, your voice gets even quieter with every apology, the tears brimming in your eyes. “i can’t even eat this…”

“i said i’m sorry!”, you yell.

and you break.

the tears brim over your lash line, now spilling over your cheeks, and the boys finally look up from their plates and at you. the way their cheeks are filled with water makes them look incredibly stupid, and yet it doesn’t make you laugh like it normally does.

instead, you cry even harder, knowing that you’ve put them in pain. you cover your face with your hands, not wanting to show how truly vulnerable you are.

“baby…”, chan gasps out. the two of them stand up, immediately rushing to your side. the burn of their tongue can’t even compare to the pain in their heart at this moment.

“my pretty girl… what’s wrong?”, felix coos at you. you shake your head, “i’m okay, i’m sorry…”

you feel chan’s breath ghost over your neck while he whispers in your ear. “can i touch you?”

you nod, and you’re immediately picked up by chan and set down onto the couch in felix’s lap. “what’s wrong, love? did we do something wrong?”

“i just… i don’t know. i guess the feelings have been there for a while now, but it’s never gotten this bad.”, you sigh out. the boys share concerned looks, only making you want to cry even more.

“i’m fine, really. i don’t need to be babie—“

“tell me what’s wrong, y/n.”

“chan i- it’s not that simple… there’s a lot.”

you hear felix sniffle from above you, and you pry your eyes open to look at him. you feel upset, yes, but nothing would prepare you for this guilt. “how long?”, he rasps out.

“what?”

“how long have you felt like this? you don’t have to keep it from us… you can tell us everything…”

“i just…”, you sigh, covering your face again. chan grabs your wrist loosely, running his lips over your knuckles. “don’t hide from us, baby, please… tell us what’s going on.”, chan begs.

“i just… i don’t feel like your girlfriend anymore… i just feel like a roommate that you occasionally kiss at this point. you and lix have been out so much more than usual and you… you never bring me anywhere. i just want to be loved… i want to cook with you guys… and i want to sit next to you while we eat. i want to be intimate with you like you are with eachother… and i know that sounds crazy… but i just feel so… out of the loop.”

“y/n… that’s not—“

“felix… please… i just- just a little love is all i ask for… hold me, hug me, spend time with me… just don’t make me feel invisible.”

“i… i’m so sorry…”, he whispers. you open your eyes to stare at chan, who’s basically bowing on the floor, looking away from you so that you can’t see the pain in his eyes. 

“there’s no reason to—“, before you can finish, he pulls you up from his lap to wrap you in a hug.

“there's a reason, y/n. you don’t deserve that from anyone… and definitely not from your boyfriends. you mean the world to us, you really do… we were just… dealing with some things.”

“then tell me felix! i don’t mind that you two love eachother of course, i want you to. i want you to be in love with eachother and care for eachother but i just want to be in the picture. so tell me… am i still in the picture?”

“you will always be in the picture, my love…”, you hear chan whisper from beside you.

you turn your head towards him, and you almost jump when you see the dark red velvet box. his head is hung low in shame, and all you can hear from felix and chan are harsh sobs.

he flicks open the box, the three gorgeous trio rings glimmering in the light. “chan i- i—“, felix interrupts you before you can even get another word out.

“we wanted to make it special for you… that’s why we were out so much… so excited and happy all the time. it’s because of you.”

your voice gets caught in your throat, your tears suddenly fading away. the weight on your heart seems to be lifted, and yet it’s like these two are acting like the entire world is falling apart.

but that’s because it is. you’re their entire world, and they’ve hurt you. “we don’t need a special proposal, y/n. we just need you… so what do you say?”

felix pushes you up closer to his back so that you can feel his heartbeat against it. “will you marry us?”

you clamp a hand around your mouth, trying your best to suppress your sobs, but you can’t. you nod frantically, unable to say any words. nothing could have prepared you for this moment.

chan slides the silver band onto your finger, leaning over to kiss away your tears. “oh baby… don’t cry…”

“i- i didn’t mean to ruin it… i’m sorry.”

“you don’t have to apologize, my love. i’m sorry for putting you through so much pain.”

chan finally makes space for himself on the couch, pulling your legs over his lap. he lightly strokes them up and down, felix threads his fingers through your hair. all of a sudden, your stomach starts rumbling, eliciting giggles from the boys.

“you hungry baby? we can go back and eat”, chan smiles.

“i’ll just make something else… it won’t be too long, i—“

“baby, listen. it doesn’t taste bad i swear… it’s just… so spicy.”

he kisses over your eyelids, trying his best to soothe you. “it’s okay…”

“hey… we love you, you know that right?”

“i love you both too…”

you hum in satisfaction at the feeling of their hands on you. even when it’s not in a sexual way, there’s something so grounding about their touch. “eat later… i missed you guys”

“awh baby… you’re so cute. i guess we can wait a bit, yeah?”, felix coos. you lean up to leave a peck in his cheek. a simple gesture, and yet it’s so innocently sweet. 

chan leans over to swipe another tear away from your cheek, and that’s when you know you’re okay. they care about you. you don’t have to be perfect for them to love you. they want you for the person you are and nothing else. 

and you can’t wait to spend the rest of your life with them.

<3

[il0vewomenz]

𝙎𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙠𝙖, 𝙈𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙤, 𝙆𝙖𝙚𝙙𝙚, 𝙆𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙞 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙈𝙞𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙎/𝙊 𝙬𝙝𝙤'𝙨 𝙖 𝘽𝙤𝙠𝙤𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚!

Bokodere — character who lashes out with their fists when they get embarrassed from their love interest in order to hide their shyness and feelings of love. They go into fight-or-flight mode when flustered despite not really wanting to hurt their love interest. After some time as they get more used to being affectionate with their love interest they will feel less flustered and will gain control over their aggressive impulses.

TW: Very OOC.

SAYAKA:

When Sayaka first met you, she thought you were just really shy, and she found it adorable! While introducing herself, she playfully teased you.

Your face turned red, and you accidentally punched her in the face so hard that she fell backwards. "Ah!" She let out a small squeak. She looked up at you and asked, "Um... I'm sorry, did something I say upset you?" Sayaka's voice was soft and gentle. You covered your face in shame and embarrassment. "N-no! I'm so sorry, I don't know why I did that! What's wrong with me..!" You said, feeling incredibly ashamed.

Sayaka lowered her head, her face hidden in shadow. It made you feel even worse, but suddenly she lifted her head with a smile on her face. "It's okay, Y/N, don't worry about it!" You helped her up and asked, "Uh... Are you okay? I punched you pretty hard..." Sayaka chuckled slightly and replied, "Yeah... It hurts a little..." In reality, it hurt a lot, but she didn't want you to feel bad or for you to use your fists on her again.

She had a strong intuition that you didn't have any malicious intentions when you punched her, and she had a knack for reading people. As you spent more time with her, you slowly became more comfortable around her. And when the two of you started dating, you stopped getting so embarrassed over simple affection. Well... You still got embarrassed, but instead of taking it out on Sayaka with your fists, you learned how to control yourself with a little help from her!

MONDO:

Mondo always gets nervous around girls he likes, so it wasn't surprising that he acted that way around you. Most girls tend to get scared off by his loud behavior, but you were different. You got easily embarrassed around him. So, could it be said that both of you are nervous around each other?

Well, yeah. The only difference is that he doesn't hit the girls he likes. "What was that for!?" Mondo asks, his tone rising. "I-I'm so sorry! I couldn't control myself, it was a reflex!" Now Mondo wasn't sure what upset him more - the fact that the girl he likes punched him or that it actually hurt.

Mondo has a severe complex about appearing weak, so the fact that a girl hitting him hurt made him feel weak. "W-why aren't you saying anything... I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to!" You apologize once more. "Don't worry about it! I didn't even feel it!" He says, trying to convince himself more than you. "Really?" You ask, confusion evident on your face. Normally, people would admit it hurt a lot. Your doubt made him slightly more frustrated, but he managed to hide it well. "Hell yeah, it didn't!"

Sorry if you wanted a gender natural reader for Mondo but it was way easier for me to write a female reader when it comes to Mondo!

KAEDE:

When Kaede first saw you, she couldn't help but call you cute because of your adorable appearance. Little did she know, that was a big mistake. It made you feel so embarrassed that you reacted impulsively and ended up punching her.

"W-what was that for?" she asks, clearly confused. "Oh my goodness... I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to! I'm really sorry, it's just a reflex for me when I get embarrassed. I don't know how to handle it, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you, I apologize!"

You blurt out your words in a rush, feeling remorseful. "I-it's okay..." Kaede says, a small bead of sweat forming on her cheek. "One apology is enough..." She says, trying to smile nervously.

Just like you, Kaede can be impulsive at times, but she's trying her best to be patient with you, hoping that you'll do the same and learn to control yourself around her. And if you do, that would be great!

But even she can lose her cool sometimes, especially if you continue to react the same way even when you're dating. "Y/N, please stop hitting me!" she exclaims. She holds your hands in hers and looks into your eyes. "Please, just calm down!"

KOKICHI:

He would quickly notice how easily flustered you get around him and would take advantage of it by teasing you. When you hit him, his mischievous expression lingers for a few seconds before he dramatically bursts into crocodile tears.

"WAHHHH!! H-how could you hurt me like this!? I was just trying to be friends with you!" Your lips tremble slightly as the blush remains on your face. You try to think of something to say to diffuse the situation, but before you can, he laughs.

"Nee-heehee! Just kidding! You're obviously too weak to hurt me!" That was a lie.

Kokichi continues to tease you, testing your limits. Sometimes it's hard to keep up the facade of being unfazed when he pushes too far. One time, he couldn't hide the pain when you kicked him in his crotch. He fell to the floor, clutching himself. "Agh..! I shouldn't have told them to be rougher!" he thought.

Over time, you start to get used to his teasing, which sometimes annoys him. He doesn't like it when you don't react the way he expects or stop paying attention to him. That's just boring!

MIU:

Miu is Miu, no doubt about it. It's no wonder you feel embarrassed when you're around her. She's always making those sex jokes and whatnot. So, in a fit of embarrassment, you lash out and smack her in the face.

"What the hell!?" Miu exclaims. "What's your problem!?" She asks, caught off guard and feeling defenseless. "I'm sorry, Miu!" You apologize. "Sorry? Are you apologizing for hitting me or for your lack of chest size!?" She bluntly questions. Your face turns even redder as you struggle to find the right words. "Oh, what's the matter? You seemed pretty confident when you smacked me right in the face!" She reminds you. "Listen, Miu... I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to!" Miu scoffs. "Just don't fuckin' ever do it again!"

This one is very short but I didn't have an idea how to continue this.

[frickingnerd]

love triangle with kokichi & miu

pairing: kokichi ouma x gn!reader x miu iruma

tags: jealousy, rivalry (miu & kokichi hate each other), physical affection / clinging to reader (both), arguments/bickering

being in a love triangle with kokichi and miu means you constantly have to listen to the two of them arguing over you!

they already don't get along very well, with kokichi often teasing miu, but when he realized that miu was in love with you as well, his bullying only got worse

kokichi is constantly trying to make miu look bad when you are around, causing miu to lash out at them and the two of them bicker all the time!

they just can't be nice to each other. even before this became about their feelings for you, they were mean to each other. but now, things only got worse

and you can't really escape them either, as the two of them are incredibly clingy! they don't just follow you around, they physically cling to you, to make sure you pay attention to them

both of them want to be your sole number one, causing a lot of jealousy and arguments, which you have to try and settle

though spending time with just one of them is almost impossible, as the one left out will always butt in and disturb any alone time you could have…

[lxvenderdreamy]

🩷🌸Freetime With You!🌸🩷 Part 1

[🍓] ~ Danganronpa V3 (except for Ryoma cause idk how to write him really) x Reader🍓

🩷Shuichi Saihara🩷

Shuichi was walking around the campus of the academy. He decided he would go and spend time with one of his fellow classmates just to get to know them better.

As he was walking he saw you, he saw you outside in the grassland. He gulped down the lump in his throat. Shuichi had a crush on you every since the very start of the killing game. He caught feelings for you and of course he tried to keep it to himself but it didn’t work due to his fellow classmates catching up with this.

Despite having a crush on you, he couldn’t bring himself to talk to you, thinking that he would embarrass himself and make himself look stupid. But yet he did want to talk to you, he really did.

This is his chance.

He took a deep breath as he started to walk over to your peaceful figure.

“H-Hey, Y/n…” Shuichi said, fighting back the heat trying to rise to his face. You turned to him with a smile. “Oh, hello Shuichi.” You said with a small wave. “Would you like to join me on a nice walk around the outside of the Academy?” You offered. Shuichi, in shock at how quick you offered him to take a walk, he agreed.

You two walked side by side as you talked about random things. Mainly just you. He allowed you to rent about your hobbies as you two walked, he adored the sparkle in your eyes as you talked about things that interest you the most. He felt a smile creep up to his thin lips as well as a small blush. He enjoyed your company, he loved the way you used hand motions to explain certain things, he loved how you spoke, he loved how you would look his way—that way was always greeted with a beautiful, sweethearted smile. You never fail to make his heart melt and get him red in the face.

“Oh! Sorry..was I talking to much?” Your voice took him out of his beloved thoughts and he immediately reassured you. “Oh, no. Please, keep talking.” Shuichi said with a smile. You smiled back at him as you continued to rant on.

After the time with you ended, he felt a bit sad that it ended. It felt like it all ended so quick.

“Thank you for spending time with me, Shuichi.” You said with a smile. “No problem.” Shuichi said. Shuichi smiled at you but then his eyes widened when he felt your soft lips touch his cheek. “Bye, Shuichi!” You said happily before running off. Shuichi was left there, looking like a tomato as he touched the spot where you had kissed him.

🩷🌸Maybe he should spend his freetime with you more often.🌸🩷

🩷Kaede Akamatsu🩷

Kaede bit her lip as she fiddled with her thumbs. She was nervous. She looked at you from afar, as you were chilling in the dining hall.

Kaede had a big crush on you, she always felt herself stuttering and blushing around you and she really wanted to talk to you. She was always thinking about you to the point where her head starts to hurt.

“Come on, Kaede…you’ve been on stage many times..this—this is no big deal..” Kaede said to herself quietly. She took a deep breath and calmed herself down before turning on her heel and making her way over to you.

“Hey there, Y/n!” Kaede said with a smile. You looked over at her with a smile of your own, waving at her. “Hello Kaede!” You greeted. Kaede blushed when she saw your smile. “Would you like to hangout in my lab? I can show you a few thing or two about Chopin!” Kaede said excitedly. You happily nodded your head as she took your hand in hers and began speed walking to her lab. You weren’t able to see how red Kaede’s face was due to her leading you from behind her. Her mind was going haywire over thr through of being able to hold your hand.

When you two arrived at her lab, she started talking to you and telling you about Chopin, Prelude, Op. 28, No. 15 and the three Waltzes, Op. 34–everything! You sat there and you listened with a smile. She even got you to play the piano and taught you a few notes or two. It was great seeing her like this, especially in this killing game. She did this all with a smile on her face and a blush that you didn’t realize she had.

Kaede’s heart was bubbling with excitement. She was so happy that she’s spending this much time with you and being so close to you. It felt nice, it warmed her heart and it made her palms get sweaty, it made her feel all sorts of loving emotions that she got to spend so much time with you.

She didn’t even mind that you guy’s freetime was over. Spending all of her time with you fulfilled.

“That was so much fun Kaede!” You said with a smile. “You really are a good teacher, we’re gonna have to do this again sometime!” Kaede’s original blush deepened. “Y-Yes! O-Of course!” Kaede nodded in agreement.

“You taught me all sorts of things today. Thank you… Thank you so much.” You said before giving her a warm hug. She let out a gasp before she immediately returned it. She couldn’t believe that this was happening. She punched herself on her arm, still in the hugging position.

🩷🌸She was glad this wasn’t a dream. You two then parted ways. Free time with you is something exciting.🌸🩷

🩷Rantaro Amami🩷

Rantaro had always been..crushing on you. He isn’t so open about it and is really good at hiding it but really his mind is just all about you. He has the strength to you, of course.

…That’s what he thinks at least. When he’s talking to you, he is red in the face a little and he’s avoiding eye contact. He makes himself look like a complete idiot…But, that doesn’t stop him from being able to spend some quality time with you.

When he saw you standing in the hallway alone, he took his chance. “Hey there, Y/n.. How has your day been?” Rantaro asks with a smile. You smile back at him. “It’s been, alright. I’m just bored now..” You said. Great. That was great. Rantaro didn’t want you to be bored so of course he’s gonna immediately ask you if you wanted to hang out with him. Besides, that’s what he’s been wanting. “Eh? Bored? Nonsense… Here, how about you show me your lab? Never been in there before.” Rantaro offered. You nodded with a chuckle of yours.

When you both appeared inside your lab, he couldn’t help bur look around in pure interest. Your Ultimate was very unique, and he loves it. He definitely loves your lab. He listens intriguingly about all the things in your lab, asking questions or making nice statements. He could see that you were very happy with this and that’s what made him also feel happy.

Rantaro may think he looks just fine on the outside and just crazy on the inside but really the inside is just using it’s side effects on the outside, making him a blushing mess.

“Hey…are you okay?” You asked with a worried expression. “What..? Of course i’m okay. Why’d you ask?” Rantaro was confused about what you meant. “Y-Your face! It’s red! And your sweating a little…” Crap. Rantaro chuckled nervously as he scratched the back of his neck. “No, No..it’s fine. Really. I’m fine, don’t worry about me.” Rantaro said, hoping that you would move on from this.

“Okay..just tell me when your feeling ill!” You said with a smile before going back and continuing your talking. Rantaro sighed in relief but is also a little bit happy that you care about his health.

Rantaro and Your freetime is about to end sadly, but Rantaro will make the most of it. He told you a little bit about his sisters and the sad story about somehow them getting lost all around the world. You told him how sorry you were because of that happening and you wished him the best of luck on finding them safe and sound.

Rantaro felt himself getting closer to you, he was so happy he got to spend his time with you. He was happy he got to learn more things about you. It made him feel like he accomplished something greatly. Before you guys parted ways, you surprised him with a small peck on the cheek. “Bye, Rantaro. See you later!” You said as you ran into the distance. Rantaro put his hand on the cheek you kissed him on as a blush formed on his face.

🩷🌸Freetime with you is something he is definitely doing more of.🌸🩷

🩷Kokichi Oma🩷

Kokichi is a liar. We all know that. But there’s you…you. You are able to tell when Kokichi is lying or not and your able to see through his mask. The funny thing is that you never plan to expose him of his lies unless you really need too..

Not only you can read him like a damn book. You wormed yourself into his heart, apparently he does have a heart after all. It doesn’t help that when he’s trying to hide those feelings for you, you figure him out! It makes him so mad but yet it also makes him…happy…it makes him happy that you realize his feelings for you. And he doesn’t know why. You also didn’t get tired of him so quick despite his lies and how annoying he is..you stayed. He tried to scram you away but it never did work. It also added onto his heart.

…He wants to spend time with you. Shuichi was busy, and of course nobody else wanted to deal with him so he wanted you. You fascinated him.

“Hey Y/n~” Kokichi said, skipping over to you. You were chilling in the game room. You looked down (your an inch taller) at Kokichi. “Hi, Kokichi.” You said plainly. Kokichi gave you a sly smile and you raised your brow. “If you want something then say it, Kokichi.” You said. He let out a hum. “Hmmm…what if I dont?” Kokichi said, snickering. “Then okay.” You said. Kokichi furrowed his brows at you. “Your no fun, Y/n!!” Kokichi whined. “You’re booorrrriiiiinggg!!!” You shrugged, not caring. “You want me to spend time with you, don’t you?” You said, putting your hand on your hip. Kokichi was silent as he still looked a bit upset.

“Come on, let’s go.” You said, walking out of the game room. “Wait for me, what the hell!?” Kokichi exclaimed as he ran out behind you.

You and Kokichi did lots of things together. You gave him a piggyback ride as you ran throughout the grasslands on the academy and inside of the academy, it was fun. Kokichi hated to admit it but he was actually blushing really hard during all of this but it was still fun. Both of you were laughing together as Kokichi directed you where to go. But you definitely had to target some people, just to add to the fun.

“Shuichi—! Run!!” Kaede said as she grabbed Shuichi’s hand and started running as you two chased them.

~

“Y-Y/n..! Is that degenerate male making you do this..!??” Tenko said as she carried a passed out Himiko in her arms.

~

“I will have you both in court for your robophobic acts..!” Kiibo said as he got chased by the two of you. He had to go through this TWO times!!

After all that chasing. you decided to buy kokichi Panta from the vending machine. “It was nice spending time with you, Kokichi.” You said softly. Kokichi snickered. “I agree! We should do this more often!” Kokichi said. You nodded. “I have to go but kokichi…” You said. Kokichi hummed and his eyes slightly widened when you kissed his head before walking away in the distance. “Bye.” Kokichi was left shocked and flustered.

🩷🌸Your freetime was the time where you proved your feelings.🌸🩷

🩷Tenko Chabishira🩷

Tenko is very open about her feelings, it ain’t no secret. So that means she’s very open—too open about you.

Tenko loves everything about you, constantly talking about you, always wanting to do stuff with you and always wanting to spend time with you. Tenko is just completely over you!

So today was the right day to spend some time with you! She ran all around the academy, looking for you and hoping that nobody has gotten your attention. When she finds you she immediately clings onto you. “N/n! Im so glad your here!!” Tenko said happily as she hugged you. You smiled at her. “Yeah, what are you up to, Tenko?” You asked her. She blushed as he smiled. “W-W-Well..I-I was wondering..if-if you wanted to..hang out..!” Tenko said, fiddling with her fingers. You happily obliged.

The two of you did everything together. You took walks together around the academy and talked about whatever. You two checked out Tenko’s lab as she talked about Neo-Akidio. She also taught you a little bit of things during that time, training you on how to protect yourself from males.

“H-Hey..Y-Y/n…” Tenko started, fiddling with her fingers as she looked awake from you. You raised a brow at her. “Yes, Tenko?” Tenko gulped nervously. “W-Well…I just..really want to talk to you about..you..” Tenko said. You raised your brows. She wanted to talk to you about..you?

“Okay..what do you have to say about me?”

“Well…I-I always thought you were..I don’t know, amazing..? I always thought that you were just the best person i’ve ever met, really. I-I know I may seem like I act the same with Himiko but really…you have a special place in my heart…!” Tenko said as her face got redder. Your eyes widened.

“Is that really what you think of me, Tenko?” You asked. Tenko nodded her head nervously. You smiled warm-hearted at her and scooted closer to her. “Wanna know how I feel about you?” you asked her. Tenko’s eyes widened and she nodded slowly. She couldn’t help but feel so worried about what you might say about her.

“Tenko, you have to be the most interesting person i’ve seen here. You are very unique and..the way you are so passionate about your master and your talent, the way you try your best at everything you do, it’s all amazing to me. You never give up and that’s what I love about you.” You said softly, with a smile, Tenko hugged you tightly. She started to sob uncontrollably. “T-Tenko..!” You exclaimed worriedly as you rubbed her back. Tenko was so happy you thought of her so positively as she sobbed.

🩷🌸May this time last forever, it’s so beautiful 🌸🩷

🩷Himiko Yumeno🩷

“But what is they say no…?” Himiko said, looking to the side. Kaede gently patted Himiko on the shoulder. “Oh i’m sure they won’t, just try! I believe in you!” Kaede said with a smile, gently pushing Himiko towards your door before running behind the stairs.

Himiko hesitantly knocked on your door, waiting anxiously for you to answer. When you answered, Himiko’s face get a little red. “H-Hey..Y/n..” Himiko said meekly. You smiled down at her. “Oh, hello Himiko. Is there something you need?” You asked her. “Nyeeh…” Himiko bit her lip slightly. “Would you like to…to..hang out in..in my lab..?” Himiko asked.

“Sure, I would love too.” Himiko nodded and lead the way. While walking down the stairs she could see Kaede giving her a thumbs up and a wink. It was a quiet walk there, but you didn’t mind. But for Himiko, she was a nervous wreck..what if you got bored hanging with her..?

When you two got there, Himiko wanted you to make her a small cup of tea. She also said that you could have a cup of tea as well which you happily took the offer. You guys spent some time drinking some tea together and talking to one another.

Himiko felt like she grew a whole lot closer with you today, it made her happy and feel warm inside that she got to spend time with you and chat.

“Himiko, you look tired.” You said softly. She did look really tired, she felt bad..”N-Nyeeh..i’m not tried..” Himiko tried to deny it, not wanting this to end so quickly. You gave her a small smile as your brows went downward. “Himiko, it’s okay if you want to sleep. I don’t mind. How about we walk back to your dorm?” You offered, standing up and pushing in your chair. Himiko let out a whiny hum before agreeing.

On the way back, Himiko couldn’t help but feel like she ruined the two of you guys hangout. Maybe she should try to convince you to stay inside her dorm with her..? You might say no though…Himiko isn’t really…active..

“We’re here! Hope you have a nice sleep Himiko.” You said, waving. You were about to walk away when Himiko stoops you. “Wait…” She said. You turned and looked over at her. “…W-Will you stay with me? I don’t want to be alone..i’m not that comfortable here.” Himiko said, a blush forming on her face. “Of course, here, let’s get you in bed. And i’ll stay in your dorm for as long as you like.” You said with a smile. You two went inside the dorm together and you got Himiko in bed. You made sure she was all tucked in.

“Thank you, Y/n…” Himiko said as she let out a yawn. “Oh, no problem Himiko. It was fun hanging out with you today.” You said softly adding you sat down in a chair next to her bed. “Yeah…thank you for…hanging out with…..me….” Himiko had fallen asleep. You let out a chuckle before leaning down and planting a small kiss on her head.

🩷🌸Himiko slept with very comforting dreams, that day.🌸🩷

🩷Gonta Gokuhara🩷

Gonta had a funny feeling from the first time he saw you. He asked Kaede about it and described it to the best of his ability and it was confirmed by Kaede that he had a crush on you.

“When you have a crush, it means you love someone very deeply.” Kaede told Gonta a few days ago. Gonta thought long and hard and decided he’d gain the courage to spend some time with you! Like a true gentlemen!

Gonta looked for you over the campus and when he saw you he immediately ran over to you, feeling so happy that he finally found you after all this time. “Mx Y/n!” Gonta called out to you. You jumped at the sudden voice and saw Gonta. You smiled at him. “Yes Gonta?” You said. Gonta started to blush softly with a smile of his very own.

“Well..Gonta was wondering if you want hangout with Gonta!” Gonta said. You smiled brightly and nodded. “Why of course!” You said. This made Gonta very happy that you wanted to hang out with him.

Gonta took you over to his lab, and showed you all the bugs, he taught you stuff about bugs that you never knew about and you listened intriguingly. You asked questions and he answered them to his full capacity. It was really fun. You were also starting to get closer to some of the insects like the butterflies, ladybugs, stick bugs, and beetles. You were so happy and Gonta was happy as well, he was happy he got you to feel the same way, he was proud of himself for acting like a true gentlemen and treating you well!

“Y/n..” Gonta started, catching your attention. “Gonta…Gonta has something to tell you..” Gonta said as he fiddled with his fingers. “Go on ahead, Gonta.” You said with a smile and a nod. Gonta cleared his throat.

“Gonta..just want to say that he thinks Y/n is very kind and …Y/n makes Gonta feel a certain way that Gonta. cant explain. Gonta..Gonta thinks he has crush on Y/n..”

You couldn’t believe what you heard but it made you smile from ear to ear as a blush started to form on your face.

“Aww..Gonta!” You said happily as you hugged him tightly. “That was very sweet..thank you.” You said. Gonta couldn’t believe it. He was so happy as he hugged you back with a smile. “I love you too, Gonta!” Gonta was blushing a lot. “Thank you, Y/n! Gonta promises he will be gentleman!” Gonta said happily. You chuckled at that.

🩷🌸This will be something neither of you will forget.🌸🩷

🩷Angie Yonaga🩷

Angie has been thinking about you, A LOT. She says that Atua was blessed her with a beloved crush on you! so Atua is telling her that she should hangout with you and paint you a beautiful portrait of you!

Angie went to your dorm immediately and knocked on your door. When you opened it you were greeted with a very happy-looking Angie. “Good Afternoon Y/n!” Angie said with a smile. You smiled back at her meekly. “Good Afternoon..Angie.” You said back. “Would you be devoted to spend time with Angie? Atua lead Angie to you just so that we could spend time together!” Angie said. You blinked and agreed with Angie’s offer.

Within a swift movement Angie grabbed your hand and lead you to her lab. You wondered as to why she-well, Atua. You wondered why Atua had lead Angie over to you so that she could spend some time with you. You were kind of curious to say the least. Angie on the other hand was more than curious, she was excited to spend such time with you! Her beloved!

“Okay…sit perfectly still and don’t move! I’m going to paint you a portrait!” Angie said with a closed eye smile as she sat down with a canvas displayed in front of her. “O-Oh..okay.” You sat down on a chair and stayed perfectly still as Angie did her thing. A part of you wanted to do something else instead of sit there like a statue but a part overcame that, telling you that it’s best to stay and wait. You obliged.

Angie’s mind went off as she painted. She was so happy that she got to spend so much time with you, and being able to paint such a beautiful portrait for her beloved is what makes her so happy. She thanks Atua for giving her this beautiful chance in life. She swiveled her paintbrush around freely, occasionally peeking behind the canvas to look at your face for a few moments before going right back to her painting spree.

Angie hummed a peaceful hum as she did her thing. To be honest, you were quite excited to see the portrait of yourself since Angie was the Ultimate Artist of course. It was nice getting your portrait painted by someone like her.

“Angie is done.” Angie said as she put her items down as she stood up, grabbing the painted on canvas. She walked up close to you. “Y/n, this is a painting that shows how I feel about you.” Angie said. “What..What do you mean?” You asked. Angie gave you a closed eye smile before turning the canvas around. Your eyes widened. It was beautiful…she did an outstanding job. “Wow Angie…this is..beautiful.” You said with a smile. Angie gently put the painting aside and she grabbed your hands and put them in here.

“Y/n.” Angie said, looking at you. “That painting expresses the way about how I feel about you.” Angie said. “Angie, loves Y/n. Atua brought me into the arms of an angel. That angel is you Y/n.” Angie said. Your eyes widened..did she have feelings for you? “A-Angie—I..I never expected you to say that..” You said in disbelief. “Atua has lead me into a path of love, Y/n. You are my beloved. Atua is never wrong in his ways.” Angie said.

“Will you accept Angie’s confession that Atua has brought upon you?” Angie asked. You blinked a few times. You couldn’t believe it. But..you wanted to accept this confession, something was telling you that you should accept such a confession.

“Yes. I accept your confession and Atua’s, Angie.”

🩷🌸A path that was given by no other then a god himself🌸🩷

🩷Miu Iruma🩷

Miu thought that you were just..amazing. She felt herself getting hot when she saw you or when you looked her way. She wanted to be able to talk to you but it would always backfire even if she tried. She would always humiliate herself..

But this time. This time..she will spend time with you even if her whole life depends on it! She is on a mission. A mission that requires lots of building.

“Hey you! Y/n!” You heard a familiar voice call out. You look over to see no other than Miu. She looked nervous and she was red in the face but you pushed it off. “Yes, Miu?” You asked, raising a brow. “I..I…I..” Miu started shaking as she tried to talk. You were getting so worried in til she shouted. “WILL YOU SPEND TIME WITH ME!?” She shouted. This made you jump. “Uhh..sure, of course.” You said meekly, covering your ears.

Miu decided to show you all of her inventions. She took you to her lab and sat you down and began to talk to you about all of her inventions and what they do and how to work them. But she couldn’t help the blush on her face as she did so.

“Your so talented Miu, your also very smart.” You said with a smile. Miu blushed heavily. “O-Of course I am..! A-A pretty woman like me is always full of talent and smarts!” Miu said as she tried to be all smug about it when really her heart was melting.

Miu and you then decided to move onto having lunch together. You guys talked for some bit before Miu decided to confess something to you. She took a deep breath. “Hey..uhh, Y/n..?” Miu started, looking over at you. You hummed know response as you looked at her. “I..I have to confess something..” Miu started with a sigh. Her face got redder and redder by the second. “Go ahead..” You said.

“Listen,” She started. “Y-You really do excite me Y-Y/n..you—you are just so smart and your just..amazing…you never call me mean names or doubt me…you..believe in me…” Miu said quietly. “Y-You get me hot! All over! You make me feel some sort of way that..that just makes me feel all weird..!” Miu confessed as she stood up, she towered over you from your seat as she put her hands on the table.

“Even in this fucking killing game..you still managed to make me feel like..like…a person..” Miu said. “What..What does this mean Miu-“ “IT MEANS I LIKE YOU, GODDAMNIT!” Miu yelled as her face got red. “I like you! You—Your fucking stupid..! H-How did you not realize it..?!” Miu shouted, pointing a finger at you. You sighed with a smile as you stood up and walked to her side before hugging her. She let out a squeak.

“Miu..you really are something else.” You said with a smile. “I like you too, Miu. Really.” Miu looked at you with shock in her eyes. “R-Really..?” Miu stuttered out.

“Of course.”

🩷🌸Love is a beautiful thing🌸🩷

[chocolatestrawberrymilk]

hey hey! could you do tenko miu and kaede general relationship hcs? pls + ty if you do it!!!

aaa hi my first request! I'll try my best! >:)

Kaede

Ok she is literally the sweetest EVER.

If she likes you that only intensifies by 10x.

I don't think she's one that beats around the bush to tell someone her feelings, even if she's not sure you feel the same.

Probably goes up to you one day and just kinda says it! She doesn't see the point in pining when you two could be even happier even sooner!

If you say yes, she'll play one of her pieces for you.

Oh yea that reminds me - she TOTALLY writes music for you on, like, a daily basis.

Can you imagine going with her to her piano room, falling asleep, and then waking up to her softly playing a piece she wrote for you?

"Oh, you're awake! I'm sorry if I woke you up, sweetheart, but there's a piece I'd like to show you that I wrote just for you while you were sleeping - would you like to hear it?"

She'd be the kind to gently show you off, if you know what I mean?

Like, she isn't SUPER in everyone's face about it, but she takes every chance she can get to talk about how cool you are and how lucky it is that you two got together!

She probably doesn't get jealous easily. She knows that you're trustworthy, she's confident that you won't just drop her on the spot if someone even more attractive comes along, and she knows that she's also a pretty nice girlfriend herself!

We love a self-confident queen!

She'd take you to all her piano performances! If you don't like classical music... well, that's either going to change or you're going to be in for quite the ride.

If you told her you didn't like going to them, she'd get a little passive-aggressive for a bit - she loves you and doesn't want to make you do anything you don't want to, but at the same time, she feels a little like you don't care about her as much as she cares about you and that hurts her.

Kaede would also be VERY enthusiastic about anything you've got going on.

Sports? She goes to every game/practice and brings embarrassing signs!

Music? She watches every concert, listens to everything on repeat (even if it's not her favourite genre), and constantly asks to duet!

You get the idea, haha.

10/10, hand in marriage

Tenko

Literally your personal bodyguard.

Even before you two got together, she had a habit of following you around to make sure that you weren't going to get hurt and weren't being touched by any degenerates.

It could even dip into borderline stalking territory at some point.

It's just... she's Very protective, okay?

She just needs to keep you safe!

Even if you don't really need her protection...

If you're strong/into martial arts, you're her new favourite sparring partner!

Somehow both the complete opposite and exactly the same as Kaede when it comes to confessing.

It's obvious to everyone, no matter how dense they are, with how she acts and what she says!

"Here, do you want me to feed you? Because I can! If you-If you want! Ahhh, do you need me to get rid of these males? I... I can also do that!"

If you're a guy, her misandry definitely tones down. As much as Tenko can tone it down, at least. It's definately going to be a lot harder for your relationship to move along, though.

If you're a girl, it's going to be a lot easier for the two of you to get close. She'll be very adamant about keeping you away from keeping you away from her so-called "degenerate males". If you ask her to stop, she'll try her best, but it's going to take some time.

She'd probably end up only confessing on accident, lol.

You know that video where the person goes “I’m going to confess to you on valentines day”? That's probably her.

She'll have this whole script planned out, so it turns out perfect, but then she slips up and says... that.

Once you two officially start dating, she tries to teach you martial arts, so you can defend yourself even when she isn't there. Whether this succeeds or not... is up in the air.

She really likes to feed you for some reason...

Maybe she just likes feeling like she's doing something for you. Or maybe, she feels like you settled, and she wants you to at least feel better about it-

Yeah, she overthinks things a lot, and can be pretty insecure about if you even like her.

Pls comfort her even if she says she doesn't need it <333

Can get pretty jealous for that reason too X)

shes so SKRUNKLY

Miu (suggestive)

She's... a bit of a wreck.

But you knew that already.

She's probably going to be a bit of a tsundere - it'll get better over time but it'll never go away, and I think that's part of her charm!

She likes to hang around you, and likes when you sit with her while she's inventing, whether or not you understand what's going on.

I honestly hc that her main love language is quality time because it reassures her that you actually like her (whether that be platonic or romantic) instead of just liking her appearance or body.

She can have a bit of a hard time talking to you normally sometimes, since I also don't think she's ever had a relationship where the main focus was emotions and the two people actually really liked each other and not just for doing adult stuff.

So these new feelings of attraction are a bit new to her.

Because of this, I think she'd try a couple ways of "flirting" that only succeeded in making everyone uncomfortable.

That's obviously not the best way to go about it, but it's the only way she knows, so you'd have to tell her.

She thinks that you now hate her forever and probably hides from you. If she does see you she runs off, lmao. She's not the bravest girl.

You'd have to be the first one to confess. She would get really defensive at first and would probably take a while to accept it and realized that you liked her for her.

After you did get together, she'd always be making stuff to make your life easier.

"What do you mean 'that's a little unnecessary?' Babe, this gorgeous girl genius just invented THE solution to your daily problem of needing to find the correct amount of milk to put in your cereal, and it only takes up, what, five square feet!"

She might have a hard time defending herself, but she tries her best to defend you.

Is immediately up to throw down the moment she hears someone insult you lol.

Miu's also one of those people who's really academically smart but kind of stupid everywhere else.

So, you might need to help her with little things like cooking or apologizing.

She always makes it up to you, though - with yet another unnecessary invention XD.

Very jealous, and can get openly hostile with the person she thinks is about to sweep you off your feet. She really just loves you a lot, though, and thinks she knows that you can do so much better than her, though she'd never tell anyone that.

Maybe not the best with advice, but I think she could actually be a darn good listener when she wants to. Very good when you just need to vent + cuddle.

My precious little dumpster fire <3333

Sorry if that wasn't good enough/ooc, this was my first ask! Just tell me if you need a rewrite and I'll happily oblige :)

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𓈒 🏁 ／ ⋆ ۪ Go big or go home - Lee Heeseung

꒰ 𝔖𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ꒱┆famous model, y/l/n y/n, has caught the eye of famous f1 racer, lee heeseung, but how will they ever be able to interact when they're lives are so different? ⨾

۶ৎ f1 racer!heeseung x fem model!reader ┆fake dating to lovers, slow burn┆cursing, alcohol, age gap? (2 years), kissing, petnames, angst, some fluff┆ wc 4.8k

⤷ 𝐲𝐞𝐣𝐢’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: its finally here!!! tysm to everyone who waited for this and i hope you enjoy! this is my first super long fic and i would really appreciate reblogs and feedback! tysm!!

TEASER

꒰ঌ ℬℴℴ𝓀𝓈𝒽ℯ𝓁𝒻 ໒꒱

the adrenaline of racing was always too much for y/n. her life was the exact opposite of that type of life and she never wanted to get in anything like that.

she had worked so hard for the reputation she now has, putting literal blood, sweet and tears into her career as a model.

but now look where she was. she was the global face of dior, prada, miu miu, louis vuitton and so many more brands.

everyone knew who y/l/n y/n was in korea. she was such an icon for the modeling world and never seen slipping up.

it was like she had no flaws.

but lee heeseung was the literal opposite of the whole life y/n had built for herself.

he was careless and daring, not completely caring about anyone’s opinions about him or his reputation.

not to mention, he was insanely hot. his looks stealing the hearts of many of his fans.

heeseung liked racing cause he felt like he could truly be himself—careless and reckless.

and heck, he’s made it his whole life now! he was an f1 racer who had quite the following now.

y/n was very much aware of who lee heeseung was, and even watched some of the races he was in.

she had to admit, he was indeed hot, but what would her fans think of her and heeseung?

her “fans” always criticized every man that got close to her, saying they were unworthy of her attention.

so to avoid anymore scandals that could truly ruin her career, y/n has steered clear of basically any man in sight.

heeseung couldn’t deny that the girl was pretty, she was drop dead gorgeous! but he knew what happens to people when they get too close to y/n, and that was something that he did not want happening to him.

“miss y/n! you’re going to be late for the fashion show due to the flight being delayed..” one of y/n’s staff informed, refreshing the flight page over and over.

y/n was supposed to fly out to a prada event in milan, but due to the weather, her flight was delayed by 2 hours, meaning she was gonna make it the the show late.

“then i guess we will have to get ready in the airport,” y/n sighed, subconsciously twirling a strand of her hair out of anxiety.

what was heeseung gonna do? he’s never been to a fashion show before! and not to mention, his staff has little to no experience with such fancy events like this!

his staff is for his races and making sure all his gear is in one spot for him, not dressing him up in a $10,000 suit for some prada show.

on the other hand though, heeseung was excited for a new experience, and he got a free flight down in first class! so it was a win-win.

his teammates were giving him a bunch of complaints out of jealousy because of a specific person.

and that person, was y/l/n y/n. his teammates were so jealous that he was going to the same event as her and had the chance to talk to her.

to heeseung, it didn’t seem like that big of a deal. big name celebrities go to these types of shows all the time! so what’s the big deal about y/l/n y/n?

sure she had the visuals of an angel and heeseung may or may not have felt a few butterflies whenever he saw her on a magazine or on an article online.

but now that he was actually gonna meet her (potentially), he couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous.

y/n was able to make it out of the airport bathroom just on time where her staff rushed to get her ready for the show.

she arrived at the location of the show, mentally preparing herself for the camera flashes and screams around her.

once she stepped out of the car, she made sure to wave and smile politely to all the fans that waiting hours to see her.

“you’ll be sitting here next to mr. lee,” one of the hosts told y/n once she made it inside.

“oh hello! i’m glad i get to sit next to someone who speaks korean as well! my english is…well..not very good,” she smiled sheepishly.

“hi, i’m lee heeseung and yes, it is quite nice to have someone to converse with,” heeseung smiled, a couple of unwanted butterflies fluttering around in his stomach.

“ah right! i’m y/l/n y/n,” she smiled, the lights dimming and cutting off their conversation.

throughout the show, y/n and heeseung shared light comments with each other and for once, y/n kinda forgot that she had the type of career and reputation that if she talked to a guy, she would be caught up in a dating scandal.

the after party was a very..unique?…experience. for heeseung, it was a very new experience to have such fancy people surrounding him while he was just a mere car racer.

but y/n made it better. they both weren’t big fans of going out and socializing with new people—especially if they needed to speak in their very broken english.

“so what’s it like? the thrill of racing?” y/n asked, nursing a glass of wine. why’d she even have it? she hated alcohol.

“it’s really an experience. you get to live life freely, not really caring about being reckless. it’s kinda my escape from the world, y’know?” heeseung chuckled, taking another sip of his glass.

“hm, must be nice..” y/n murmured, thinking about what her life would be like if she wasn’t a model and if she didn’t have all these expectations of being “perfect” all the time.

the two talked for the rest of the party, sharing small touches on the arm whenever one said something funny.

“thank you heeseung, for keeping me company and letting me be..well, myself,” y/n said softly. “i have to go catch a flight back to seoul but maybe we can stay in contact? here’s my number.” she said, sliding him a piece of paper.

“for sure. it was great talking with you y/n,” heeseung smiled back, sending her a small wink.

little did they know, someone had managed to get a few photos of their interactions.

the next morning, y/n and heeseung both faced faced the consequences of their actions.

FAMOUS F1 RACER, LEE HEESEUNG, AND FAMOUS MODEL, Y/L/N Y/N, ARE DATING?

the article shocked y/n and she immediately rushed to call her manager.

“what the fuck?” heeseung whispered to himself. he ran a hand through his hair, reading the article about him and y/n.

in the article, there was a photo of y/n touching his arm while laughing and heeseung is seen with a wide smile on his face.

fuck. he was so screwed. y/n was so screwed. he immediately opened twitter just to see his name and y/n’s trending for their dating scandal.

“oh for fucks sake!” he turned off his phone and threw it onto the bed.

y/n had just gotten off of her flight when the article reached her, making her push through the usual airport crowds of paparazzi worse.

“is it true you’re dating lee heeseung?”

“why lee heeseung? he’s no good for you!”

“y/n ssi? are the rumors true?”

it was all too overwhelming for y/n and the constant shoving and clicking of cameras was most definitely not helping.

it felt like she had to trudge a mile through mud just to make it to the car, letting a sigh of relief out as she sunk into the chair.

as she sat there though, she wondered how heeseung was taking it? he might have it worse than her since some of her “fans” were quite toxic to the people she got into scandals with.

he hasn’t texted..he probably wants nothing to do with me. y/n thought to herself, looking down at her empty messages.

all the way back in milan, heeseung was getting ready to head back to korea, not exactly thrilled to hear what his teammates had to say about his new scandal.

fuck. how’s y/n holding up? she must have it much worse than me. heeseung thought to himself, nervously bouncing his knee up and down.

once he made it to the airport, he was unexpectedly swarmed by crazy fans just trying to get an answer to their questions.

“are you really dating her? she’s too good for you.”

“how long have you been dating miss y/n?”

heeseung was not having it. he pushed his way through the crowd of people, pulling down his beanie even further.

throughout the flight, heeseung found himself constantly thinking about y/n. why though? did he really like her? or was it just out of pity? if these were the reactions to their dating scandal, how would they react if they were actually dating?

wait- when would they ever actually date?

either way, it would probably ruin both of their careers.

y/n paced back and forth, waiting for any form of contact from heeseung.

she didn't exactly expect him to contact her especially after this huge scandal, but she wanted to make sure he was doing okay.

she eventually gave up on waiting after another 30 minutes went by with no new notification.

with a sigh, she sat down on the couch, lost in thought.

would she be able to just ignore this scandal?

would it be just a quick scandal? or a long-lasting one?

many questions occupied y/n's thoughts, causing her to miss the way her phone vibrated next to her.

finally checking her phone, she saw a message from lee heeseung.

hey, i know i'm probably the last person you want to hear from but i just wanted to make sure you were doing okay with all the crazy fans

it took a couple minutes for y/n to actually process the words on the screen before quickly texting back.

oh hi heeseung! no worries, i was actually scared that you wouldn't wanna talk to me since it's mainly my 'fans' who are making this a big deal

she had only formally met heeseung for a day but she couldn't help but slowly fall for his charm.

y/n loved how care-free he was and despite his reputation as a racer, he was actually a sweetheart.

the next few days consisted of hiding from the public, not being seen anywhere, and a lot of meetings with her company about how they could cover up this scandal.

meanwhile, heeseung hadn't raced since he came back from milan which started to worry his teammates.

"dude, you alright? you've been so different since your scandal with y/n," one of his teammates stated, finally talking about the elephant in the room.

all heeseung did was sigh and stand up.

“yeah i’m fine,” he grunted, grabbing his jacket and walking out. his teammates exchanged glances with each other. it was obvious heeseung wasn’t doing well.

hey, are you free to meet up?

heeseung didn’t exactly know why he texted y/n.

why would she even wanna meet up with him? god he felt so stupid after sending that text.

sure! you can come over to my place! just make sure not to be seen

heeseung’s eyes widened as he read the text over and over. heeseung enjoyed y/n’s company and even though they were polar opposites, he found a source of comfort while talking to her.

she was so sweet and genuine with him unlike his crude teammates and competitors.

he quickly slipped on his shoes, clicking on the address y/n sent him.

when he arrived, he noticed how grand the apartment complex was. the building was clean and screamed “rich vibes”.

“you made it! hi heeseung!” as soon as the door opened, heeseung was greeted with y/n’s sweet smile.

“hey, sorry for the sudden text. i just..needed to talk to you,” he sighed, looking down at his shoes.

y/n took a guess that it was probably about their dating scandal so she just smiled sympathetically and let him in.

the first thing heeseung noticed about y/n’s place was how homey it was.

it was neat and had cute decorations that made heeseung smile.

she was such a professional model on camera and that’s all he’s known her for, so seeing this side of y/n was refreshing to see.

the plushies and little figured that scattered the shelves and furniture reminded him that y/n was still young and was practically living two lives.

“oh, sorry about the mess…here you can sit here,” she smiled sheepishly, moving a big stuffy off the couch and motioning for heeseung to sit.

“would you like anything to drink?” god she was so charming.

“oh! uhh no it’s fine, thank you though,” he smiled.

“soo..i assume that you’re here to talk about the scandal? i’m so sorry that you got into it with me,” y/n frowned. “i always hate when i just talk with someone and it means that i’m dating them.”

heeseung noticed the way y/n’s eyes looked down, almost like she was sick of her life.

“hey, no it’s okay. trust me, i would hate that too and you’re truly so strong for putting up with all that,” heeseung reassured. “but i wanted to actually..propose something.”

y/n’s eyes widened, curious about what heeseung had to offer.

“i’m listening,”

“okay, so i was thinking we would maybe…fake date? like, just until the paparazzi get off our backs and then we can break it off,” heeseung says, searching y/n’s face for any reaction. “it would benefit you and me from the scandals and articles and just…i don’t know. i just think it’s better than leaving this as a rumor.” heeseung sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“i get it…they might go crazy when it’s first announced and then they’ll move onto the next piece of drama..” y/n mumbled, fidgeting her hands. “let’s do it. plus, it might be fun to see each other’s lives!” y/n chirped, smiling at the thought of experiencing heeseung’s life.

“deal! it will end when the netizens move on from us,”

“yup!” y/n agreed, shaking heeseung’s hand. “but i think we should also establish some ground rules.”

the first day was all planned out. y/n and heeseung had both decided that they would rather make a statement about them dating than have a netizen figure it out.

y/n agreed to talk to her company, confirming the rumor with heeseung.

heeseung didn’t really have to do anything since a lot of f1 racers were free to date whoever they wanted.

once y/n was done with her meeting—which went surprisingly well and the company agreed to make a public statement about it—y/n went to go meet up with heeseung.

“hey? how’d it go?” heeseung asked, subconsciously twirling the straw of his coffee between his fingers.

“it went well actually. they weren’t that surprised and said they would make a statement later this evening. but, now we need to make it believable,” y/n said, thinking back to the ground rules they established.

“there’s no need for any pda when we aren’t in public, this is just for show so keep it casual. when we’re in public though, we have to make it believable so do anything to fool the media,” heeseung read off the paper. y/n just nodded, agreeing to all the rules.

“no catching feelings,” y/n added, just to be sure. but deep down, she wasn’t sure if she really wanted that.

“yeah, we can start by just holding hands and being more comfortable with each other?” heeseung suggested, trying not to make it sound awkward.

“mhm, that sounds good,” y/n mumbled, her mind somewhere else.

LEE HEESEUNG AND Y/L/N Y/N ARE CONFIRMED TO BE DATING

the articles started rolling in just 5 minutes after y/n’s company put out a statement.

y/n was nervously scrolling through the comments, reading the reactions to her and heeseung.

most were positive but there was wuite a few negative comments.

“hey, don’t worry about them, they’re just jealous that we’re such a power couple,” heeseung laughs, trying to cheer y/n up.

“yeah..you’re right. i just��can’t help it sometimes, y’know? i want to make my fans happy and i don’t want to feel like i let them down. so i often check their reactions to things i do..” y/n says, looking down at her lap. “it’s just become a habit now..”

heeseung would be stupid if he didn’t notice the way y/n’s mood dropped.

“no no no, it’s okay. we’re gonna get through this together and it will all blow over in a couple of weeks. besides, you might even have some fun getting to be a bit more free around me,” heeseung winks, causing y/n to giggle and look away.

the first time heeseung and y/n went out together now that they were a “couple”, fans spotted them immediately, taking photos, videos, only to post it on social media to get more clout.

heeseung made sure to secure y/n by wrapping an arm around her waist, tapping it occasionally to let her know that he’s there for her. like a real boyfriend would do.

heeseung was just a couple years older than y/n but he felt the need to protect her. truth be told, he enjoyed spending time with her, getting to see what she was truly like behind the scenes.

he hadn’t really been going to practice, opting to spend time with y/n and getting to know her better.

y/n still had her modeling duties to do, but she still made time to hang out with heeseung and she often brought him along to her shoots. his soft touches and little gestures made her stomach flutter.

by the end of the week, the whole media was convinced that y/n and heeseung were the “it” couple of the year.

they were so different yet they clicked so well. all of y/n’s staff were convinced, heeseung’s teammates, and the whole world basically.

but the downside to this all was that y/n had actually started to catch feelings for heeseung. she adored the way he laughed at her non-funny jokes like they were the funniest things ever, the way he looked at her with such adoration in his eyes, and his company.

his company made y/n so happy and she felt so..understood.

heeseung understood y/n’s situation and even though he was never in that type of spotlight, he felt empathy for the girl.

he was caring and let her rant about all her built up issues from her career, always paying attention to her.

that’s what y/n’s problem with heeseung was. he cared about her like no one else did. he made her fall for him, even though she wasn’t supposed to.

heeseung was dealing with something quite similar.

he was slowly falling in love with y/n. actually, scratch that. he was in love with y/n.

she always managed to light up the room with her presence and make heeseung smile.

her laugh was contagious and she was so sweet and bubbly. it was such a refreshing experience for heeseung as non of his teammates were ever like this.

y/n brought out a whole new side of him that he didn’t even know existed. he found himself becoming more caring around her and he was less reckless around her.

but he was so sure that y/n didn’t feel the same. after all, she was the one who made the rule not to fall in love with each other.

little did they both know, they were both falling in love with each other, thinking it was never gonna be reciprocated.

the second week passed by like no time at all. y/n had her photoshoots to go to and some local fashion events here in korea while heeseung busied himself with practice in hopes that his feelings would die down if he distracted himself with the upcoming big race he had.

y/n was also distancing herself a bit from heeseung. she was scared that her heart would be left broken once the fake dating ended.

she had fallen for lee heeseung.

the one thing she told herself not to do.

heeseung of course noticed her sudden distance and became worried for her.

“princess?” —a new nickname he had started calling y/n which made her stomach turn. “are you okay? i haven’t heard much from you and i got worried,” heeseung said, taking off his shoes as he entered y/n’s apartment.

“heeseung…i-i…i dont think i can do this anymore!” she blurted, her negative thoughts getting the best of her.

she watched as heeseung’s face fell, a darker look on his face now.

“what? what do you mean? what do you mean you can’t do this anymore?” he asked, anger laced in his voice.

“i’m sorry hee, i just…i can’t do this anymore! pretending we’re dating when we’re not! it’s just..not working for me..” y/n mumbled, to ashamed to look heeseung in the eye.

she was scared that if she told him the truth, he would get even angrier at her for breaking the rule she made.

“fine! be like that then! don’t tell me why you suddenly want to break this off! that’s fine with me, but don’t come crying back to me when everything falls apart for you!” heeseung seethes, slipping his shoes back on and slamming the door on his way out.

the second the door closed, y/n broke down. she fell to the floor, tears rapidly streaming down her face.

what had she done?

heeseung was beyond mad. but he couldn’t deny that his heart felt a little broken too.

he fell for y/n in these past couple weeks only to have it broken off with no explanation.

his big race was in a few days and he really wanted y/n to be there for him, but now, he didn’t even want to think about her.

the next few days were torture for the two of them. y/n had tried to distract herself with photo shoots, but how could she when heeseung’s big race was all her staff were talking about?

heeseung was similar to y/n. he was practicing for hours and hours, trying to forget y/n, but it was hard when he kept seeing her face on billboards and magazines.

they both didn’t want to admit that they fell for each other.

the day of the race, heeseung was warming up for the biggest race of his career. but he couldn’t help but feel a pang in his heart just by thinking that he wouldn’t have y/n there to cheer him on.

but he couldn’t get distracted now, he had a race to win for fucks sake.

y/n had to practically beg for the day off to her manager. she intended to make things right with lee heeseung.

so, in a baseball cap and a mask, she made her way to the stadium.

to be honest, y/n had no idea what she was doing here. it was clear that heeseung wanted nothing to do with her anymore yet she still needed to see him.

the public didn’t know that they had “broken up” yet so in their eyes, they were still the perfect couple.

after a couple days of moping around, debating whether or not she should tell heeseung how she actually felt about him, she decided that it was only fair that he knew the truth.

once she got to her seat, she really felt the energy in the stadium.

fans were screaming and cheering for all their favorite racers, but she was only here for one.

heeseung’s race was supposed to be the main event of the show tonight as he was going for a world record.

throughout the course of time y/n had spent with heeseung, she did in fact, learn a thing or two about racing, so she wasn’t completely stupid.

as the lights dimmed down and the cheers got louder, y/n could feel her heart quicken. she took off the hat and her mask as it got way too stuffy in the stadium.

from afar, she could see the figure of lee heeseung walking to his race car, his helmet in his hands as he waved to the crowd.

he looked so natural and free in his usual setting and it was like y/n got to experience a whole new side of him.

but then, he turned around, facing y/n’s direction, only to catch her gaze on him. his expression turned into an unreadable one before turning back around and slipping into his car.

once he was in his car, his opponents also got in their cars, now revving up the engines, ready to take off.

y/n nervously looked around at the opponents and then the countdown.

a girl in a skimpy outfit walked into the middle of the cars, a flag in her hands.

3..2…1! GO!

she blew the whistle and raised the flag, making sure to pose for the crowd before walking off once the cars had passed her.

the moment the cars took off, y/n stopped breathing. she watched as heeseung flew across the track, his speed intensifying more and more.

he was a whole lap in front of everyone else, which was a good thing…until it wasn’t.

“oh my god, he’s going too fast!” another person who was sitting next to y/n screamed. y/n’s gaze caught heeseung’s car and the person next to her was right. he was going too fast. he was gonna crash.

heeseung’s car was practically a blur of red, black and white as his car zoomed through the course.

but he never slowed down.

he only sped up.

y/n felt her heart drop as heeseung only moved faster. he was on the final lap, but it didn’t matter. he was going to win anyways but what mattered was his speed.

yes he was going for a world record but this was unsafe. he was going way too fast and he knew it.

heeseung sat in his car, hands tightly around the wheel. before he stepped into his car, he saw y/n.

what was she doing here? the days he spent after the argument with y/n were filled with regret. he should’ve never blew up at her like that.

he should’ve listened to her and her reasoning. he felt so awful. he was so sure she hated him.

so why was she in the stands, watching him? he sped faster, dying to finish the race. dying to tell y/n how fucking sorry he was. he was such an idiot for letting her go so easily. dying to tell her that he loved her.

as he crossed the finish line, he itched to get out of his car. he impatiently waited for all the other cars to come to a stop so it would be safe for him to run out.

something in y/n’s body told her to go. go to him and tell him how much she fell for him.

so that’s what she did. she got up from her seat, rushing down to the gate.

heeseung had the same intent because as soon as it was clear to get out, he threw open the door and rushed out.

his helmet discarded on the floor, not giving a single car for the world except for y/n.

there, he saw her waiting by the gates and he ran harder.

“y/n?? what are you doing here??” he breathed, his voice shaky from the adrenaline.

“i came to see you. i can to tell you how sorry i was and how much of a fool i wa-” she was cut off with heeseung’s lips pressing against hers.

their lips fit together like puzzle pieces and it felt so right. y/n quickly melted into the kiss, wrapping her arms around heeseung’s neck.

pulling away, the two of them were breathless.

“i’m the one who should be sorry. i said some things that i shouldn’t have said and i hurt you,” heeseung’s tone was soft yet apologetic. tears sprang to y/n’s eyes as she smiled at heeseung.

“i think…i-i fell in love with you lee heeseung. that’s why i ended this. i was so scared that i would continue falling for you and eventually when it would end, i would be even more heartbroken. i didn’t want to end it but i felt like i had to,” y/n cried into heeseung’s shoulder.

heeseung sighed and wrapped his arms around y/n’s shorter frame.

“princess, i loved you too. i loved you the moment we met in milano,” he chuckled softly, kissing y/n’s head. “i’m so fucking in love with you it hurts.” he laughed.

“i guess that makes two,” y/n smiled, pulling away to look at heeseung’s face.

they both leaned in, connecting their lips one more time.

“i knew you’d win,” y/n whispered against heeseung’s lips.

“yeah?” he smirked, a cocky expression on his face.

the two stayed in each other’s arms for a bit longer, forgetting about the world outside.

“so are we dating for real now?” y/n asked.

“for real.” heeseung smiled, kissing her forehead one more time.

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✧.* TWO BEST FRIENDS IN A ROOM

synopsis - you and charles are two bestfriends, but over the years you become more

a/n: my first request! A Charles leclerc x singer!reader smau. hope you enjoy, pls reblog and follow :)

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charles_leclerc happy birthday @yourusername sorry I can’t make it this year. drinks are on me the next time we meet ❤️

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IS LOVE IN THE AIR? CHARLES LECLERC AND CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND Y/N SPARK ROMANCE RUMOURS

In a twist that has sent fans into a frenzy, Formula 1 star Charles Leclerc and singer Y/N, who have been best friends since childhood, were spotted holding hands during a leisurely stroll in Monaco yesterday. The sighting has ignited rumors that the pair’s relationship has blossomed into something more than just friendship.

The duo was seen walking along the picturesque Port Hercule, laughing and appearing very much at ease in each other’s company. Both were dressed casually, with Charles sporting a simple white T-shirt and blue jeans, while Y/N looked effortlessly chic in a miu miu white skirt and blue top. But it wasn’t their fashion choices that caught the public’s eye—it was the undeniable chemistry and the intimate gesture of holding hands.

While the public speculation has been rampant, sources close to Charles and Y/N have confirmed to Daily Mail that the two are indeed in a romantic relationship. “Charles and Y/N have always been very close, but over the past few months, their bond has deepened,” a source revealed. “They’ve realized that their connection is more than just platonic, and they’re exploring this new chapter together.”

Another insider added, “They’ve been inseparable lately. It’s been a natural progression from friendship to romance. They’re very happy and are taking things one step at a time.”

A Friendship Turned Romance

Charles and Y/N’s story is the stuff of fairy tales. The pair grew up in Monaco, attending the same school and sharing numerous childhood memories. Despite their demanding careers—Charles in the high-octane world of Formula 1 racing and Y/N in the glitzy music industry—they have always made time for each other. Their close bond has often been a topic of admiration among their fans, who have long speculated about a potential romantic link.

What’s Next for the New Couple?

As Charles gears up for the upcoming Grand Prix and Y/N prepares for her next album release, the couple is reportedly keen to keep their relationship private and out of the public eye. However, given their high-profile careers, that may be easier said than done.

Despite the challenges that may come with dating in the spotlight, it’s clear that Charles and Y/N are ready to navigate their new relationship together. Whether it’s supporting each other at races and concerts or enjoying quiet moments in Monaco, this celebrity pairing is already proving to be one of the most talked-about romances of the year.

Stay tuned for more updates on Charles Leclerc and Y/N’s blossoming romance as we follow this beautiful love story unfold!

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how to fix a broken heart in one day ;

pairing: best friend!mingi x fem!reader ✫ wc: 1.5k ✫ genres: fluff, romcom, feel-good, non-idol!au, best friend!au ✫ tw: none ✫ note: mingi's rich (duh). p1h's keeho mentioned ✫ synopsis: your failed situationship has left your heart shattered into pieces but lucky for you, mingi's good at fixing things.

when you told mingi you ended things with keeho last week, he hears angels sing; a celestial choir celebrating the demise of your situationship. is it evil of him, he thinks, to not feel sympathy for your situation? is it morally wrong that he even feels relief at the news of your failed romantic ventures? for it only means one thing; you're single again. and your broken heart? he'll be the one to fix it.

“mingi, you’re not listening to me. i just told you we broke up,” you bite back a sob, grabbing another tissue from the half-empty box on the coffee table.

‘how to lose a guy in ten days’ plays faintly on the your living room tv, volume on low. 

“oh, come here, you big crybaby” mingi coos, opening his arms for you. you're finally mine.

sniffling, you crawl into your best friend’s arms and sink into his embrace, basking in the warmth of his body and the familiar scent of his laundry softener mixed with his cologne; fresh rain and green tea; clean and woody. mingi wraps his arms around you like you’re his most prized possession, his hold gentle and firm. there’s a heartbeat against you, a steady rhythm only you can hear through the wool of his grey sweater. for a while, the morning feels less cold and the world far away.

mingi sighs, placing his chin on your head. “you know, for a situationship that only lasted two weeks, do you think you're over-reacting?”

you pull away. “are you calling me dramatic?” 

“i thought you said he's a walking red flag?"

“but you see, that's the thing about me. i'm kinda blind, mings,” you sniffle, burying your face in mingi’s chest, “and he just has go and break my heart like that.”

mingi feels his chest tighten at your muffled sobs. does he think you’re overreacting? maybe. but above all else, he hates to see you like this; blue and hopeless. you’re his sparkle bubble and some keeho guy came and popped it. what’s so special about this mf anyway, mingi thinks. sure, he’s very good-looking and successful, but can keeho make you laugh like he can? can keeho list the big three signs in your birth chart? does keeho know your gp's name off the top of his head? as if.

no one knows you better than him. and if no one loves you, mingi's dead. 

“hey," mingi mutters, “you wanna go shopping?”

your eyes light up like the lights on christmas day. “now?”

“get dressed, we’ll leave in thirty."

if you were crying over a man an hour ago, that wasn't you.

mingi watches you with a smile as you bounce through sephora with stars in your eyes. he trails closely by your side, a mini basket in his right hand, his left—a canvas for your shade swipes. dior, rare beauty, two-faced; he's got it all on his skin.

"oh my god, they restocked my favourite shade, mingi!" you bounce in joy, holding up the mac lip liner.

"anything you want," mingi smirks coolly.

"for real?"

"did i stutter?"

say less.

cha-ching! two-hundred and ten dollars at sephora. a hundred and ten dollars at aesop. thirteen dollars at crumbl cookie. seventeen-hundred fifty at acne studios. seventy-nine dollars, eighteen cents at barney's. twenty dollars at heytea. fifteen-hundred and ninety dollars at miu miu.

you thought you might've murdered mingi's credit card at this point but he only gives your hair a cute lil ruffle and says, "let's go have a look at the bracelets in tiffany."

you may be clueless but one thing you know for sure is; you don't just buy tiffany for anyone.

"y/n, come here," mingi calls.

there's a foreign tenderness in his voice when he says your name and it makes your heart flutter in anticipation. you've never felt like this about your best friend before.

as you make your way to mingi, you can't help but notice his height, towering over everyone else in the store, broad shoulders visible beneath the fitted black shirt he's wearing. his jet black hair is effortlessly swept back, rimless glasses—the ones he wears while gaming—perched his nose. he balances all your shopping bags in one hand, the other beckoning you to come over. you spot the chrome hearts ring you gifted him for his twenty-third birthday on his middle finger, and your heart skips a beat. rose-pink dusts your cheeks like the first cherry blossom of spring. has mingi always looked this good?

you're starting to wonder, maybe your heart isn't broken to begin with. maybe it's been crying out for attention from the wrong person, when, all along it should've been calling out to...mingi.

oh my god.

the world blurs, and you feel dizzy. mingi's speaking to you but his words only drift around you like smoke, your mind a storm of thoughts. it's only when his hand brushes against your waist that you're hauled back to reality.

"y/n, you alright?" mingi asks, concerned.

his hand is still on your waist. you're about to combust.

"miss, would you like to try it on?"

the sales assistant brings out a bracelet on a turquoise tray. it's a return to tiffany heart bracelet; the one you've always wanted since you were little.

you gasp in awe, "it's so pretty."

you're prettier, mingi thinks. especially when you're your truest self.

"you like it?" he asks.

you nod, smiling, "i do."

your smile. fuck. he wouldn't trade anything in the world for the ability to make you smile like that. money isn't an issue. and if it ever becomes an issue, he's got two kidneys for a reason.

when night falls and it's just the two of you in his car, you finally muster up the courage to ask, "mingi, what are we doing?"

your best friend chuckles, "what do you mean?"

"i know we're best friends but why are you doing all this for me?"

mingi almost chokes on his spit but manages to play it cool, "'cause you're my homeboy, duh. what kinda stupid question is that?"

"mingi, you don't just buy someone a tiffany bracelet," you comment calmly.

you notice the faintest tension in his jaw. mingi is quiet, his focus fixed on the road ahead, the familiar route back to your apartment just five minutes away. silence hangs in the air, thick with unspoken thoughts. you're glad you live downtown because if you had stayed in an enclosed space any longer with mingi, you don't know what you would've done.

mingi stops outside your apartment building and shifts the car into park.

you take this as a sign to leave, unbuckling your seatbelt. "i'll see you—"

"y/n, wait."

mingi swiftly takes off his glasses and pulls you in for a kiss. you blink, swept away by the sudden contact of his lips against yours—soft and sweet like a midsummer's dream. you can hear your heart pounding in your ears as he slowly pulls away, his chest heaving, breath mingling with yours. warmth floods through you in a million butterflies, pooling in your stomach as you regain your breath. the surprise in your eyes mirrors his as you both process what just happened.

"i didn't want it to be like this," mingi finally breaks the silence. his voice is husky, face flushed, eyes wide and glossy like brown boba pearls. "fuck."

your heart is about to leap out of your chest.

mingi takes your hand in his. "y/n, i know it's selfish of me to tell you this now and you can say 'no' anytime if you feel uncomfortable—"

"mingi, please," you whimper. you think you know what he's going to say and it's driving you insane.

"i love you," mingi confesses, his words weighted with confidence and truth. his gaze holds yours as if searching for a four-syllable answer to his sacred declaration.

"like in a homeboy way?"

mingi's face shatters. "are you really asking me this right now? really, y/n?"

"i'm joking!" you burst into fits of giggles before placing a kiss on his cheek. "i think i really, really like you too, mingi bunny!"

though you can't see it, mingi is over the moon at your answer—he'll take 'i really, really like you' any day and pray for the best that one day, 'like' becomes 'love'. but until then, he's fully content to just be in your presence. he's waited this long, what's a few more weeks, month, or years, going to do to him?

"sooooo, can we make out?"

"mingi, get the bags."

"yes, my love."

[greenorangevioletgrass]

fever pitch (b.b) - prologue

soundtrack: mastermind - taylor swift pairing: footballer!bradley x popstar!reader synopsis: Bradley shoots his shot in public, but will he fumble when he meets you in person? warnings: language, drinking, meet cute notes: my first series in a while! this is shamelessly based on the epic Taylor Swift/Travis Kelce saga currently happening rn, and combine that with my innate love of football (the kicking kind, not the NFL kind) and... voila! I hope you enjoy this. Let me know what you think in the comments, reblogs, and asks. Happy reading! <3 ✨I do not have a taglist. Please follow @ficsbygreenorangevioletgrass and turn on the notification to get the latest update on my fics✨

Soccer Sensation Bradley Bradshaw Fails To Shoot His Shoot With Y/N At Her Concert?

Arsenal captain Bradley Bradshaw may be among his club’s top scorers this season, but even he misses a chance in romance like the rest of us.

The 29-year-old athlete spoke about his missed opportunity with the multi-platinum songstress Y/N while speaking to his former teammate Héctor Bellerín on the latter’s podcast, “More Than A Footballer”, earlier this week.

When asked about any fun stuff he did last weekend, Bradshaw replied,

“I went to the Y/N concert at Wembley [Stadium]... it was awesome. It was pouring rain, but it was amazing. I don’t remember Wembley ever being that electric aside from, like, cup finals. She was sensational.”

Bellerín nods in agreement, having heard great things about the famed singer-songwriter’s live concerts.

Unprompted, the American midfielder then continued,

“If you’ve heard about the tour, there’s this tradition of trading friendship bracelets. And I actually made one with my number on it, hoping I could give it to her after the show…”

The Cockney-raised Spaniard cackled in surprise and teased him, “But she didn’t wanna see you, bruv? [That is] legend!”

“No hard feelings!” Bradshaw raised his hands in defense over the Zoom call. “She needed to dry off and get warm. Gotta make sure she stays healthy, protect those vocal cords. But yeah, I was a bit bummed out about it.”

Bellerín laughed and jokingly addressed the camera, “Y/N, if you’re watching, give my boy a chance, will you?”

Mononymous pop sensation Y/N is hot off of her Kaleidoscope North American Tour, which wrapped in September. Her six-show run at Wembley Stadium this November officially kicks off the European leg of her sold-out tour. 

Will they be the next pop royalty and conquer the stadiums with their own crafts, or will this fizzle out as this week’s viral anecdote? The ball is in your court, Y/N.

Y/N’s representatives have not responded for comment.

***

Your Miu Miu heels click and clack against the ground. The pavement gleams after the rain and glistens under the streetlights. Everywhere you look, your eyes hurt. Down, and you worry about slipping into a puddle and falling on your ass. Forward, and a million camera flashes are ready to give you an aneurysm.

All in the name of reporting your night off of work, performing live in front of 90,000 people in a stadium.

In other words, all in a day’s work.

There’s a moment of reprieve, when the silvery white blitzes disappear into the dim tangerine lighting of the lobby. The flight down the stairs is so dark, you’re seeing green. It takes your eyes a moment to adjust, but as soon as they do, the thumping bass line of some dance music hits your ears. Clashing perfumes doused on the dancing, dressed-up bodies that you have to weave through.

You are seriously regretting your girl friends’ invite to a night out. You could’ve just had them over to your hotel, open a bunch of red wine, and you would’ve still had a blast. But no. You had to say yes to going to the Cuckoo Club with Lacey, Amara, and Jo.

And this evening is making you feel quite cuckoo.

There’s champagne at your booth and you’re much too eager to take a glass and start a toast. “Cheers, bitches!” you yell over the music, clinking your glass against theirs before downing the whole thing in one go.

It’s nowhere near enough.

There’s not enough buzz to dull the assault to your senses—not even after the three glasses of wine at dinner earlier. Everything is still too loud, too bright, too crowded, too… much.

“Hey!” you nudge Amara, who is sitting right next to you. “Let’s do shots!”

She turns to you, eyes widening at the slightest. “I thought you wanted to take it easy tonight!” 

“Changed my mind,” you shrug, as you get up to the bar.

While you make your way through the crowd on the dance floor, Bradley Bradshaw looks up from his booth and does a double-take at the girl who just walked by. Even in a high-end club full of the well-dressed and well-heeled, people still get starstruck. And why wouldn’t they? You’re about as famous as an iPhone. 

His eyes widen and immediately whips out his phone to shoot a text to his oldest and most trusted friend Natasha Trace.

‘Dude, I’m in the club and Y/N just walked in. What do I do??’

Natasha thankfully texts back almost immediately. Then again, maybe being a Communications Director for a major company requires her to be a good texter. ‘Wdym what do you do? Just go talk to her.’

‘You were supposed to introduce us!’ Bradley replies, eyes darting between his phone and you at the bar, conflicted.

Natasha is a mutual friend of yours, too, and when the Bracelet-gate clip went viral, she laughed in his face for a full 5 minutes before deciding to set the two of you up. But the schedule never really aligned, so he hasn’t got a chance to see you. Not even after he went to your concert with a friendship bracelet and a dream.

And now, seeing you here in the same room at the same time as him…

‘What do you want me to do, get down there and do it for you?’

‘...Can you?’

He senses the judgment even as the three dots appear on his screen. 

‘Stop being a pussy, Bradshaw. Let me Netflix and chill with my gf in peace.’

Bradley scoffs, half-annoyed and half-fond. ‘Asshole. Have fun.’

The dance floor clears up, just enough to see that you’re right there. Leaning against the bar in your dress like a dirty daydream, talking to the bartender, and he couldn’t just let you go without a word. He thought about it, and he simply couldn’t.

“Oi, where are you off to?” His teammate Martin hollers, while the others watch him make his way to the bar in determined strides.

He squeezes past patrons across this jungle of a club, hoping to God that somebody hasn’t beaten him to talk to you yet, or you haven’t ducked out completely. Oh fuck. You’re still there, though. Good. You’re still at the bar, still glimmering under the mirrorball. Just a tap on the shoulder away. You can do it, Bradshaw…

“Excuse me, I—”

You feel the hand on your shoulder just as you turn and stand up, and in a flurry of miscoordination, looks up just as the other person moves in.

In a stroke of dumb luck, Bradley feels the top of your head slamming up against his nose and he groans in pain. “Ohh!”

“Shit! Oh my God…” you gasp, reaching out to the man in front of you. He’s tall, very tall, and you can’t quite see his face with his massive hand clutching his nose. “I’m so sorry…”

“No, it’s okay. My bad…” It really doesn’t seem like it, so he lets go of his nose and smiles sheepishly. Gosh, he must’ve looked stupid right now.

But you see it differently. What you see is a dashing man in a sleek tieless navy suit and a well-groomed mustache, straight out of a Cinemascope flick, ever so handsome despite his reddened nose from the way you just accidentally headbutted him. “No, that was totally mine. Are you okay?”

Your eyes are crystal clear even in the dim light, the concern is palpable in your gaze—and rightly so. It’s just that he’d take the headbutt any day, if it means he can look at your beautiful face. “I’m… I’m swell. Y/N, right?”

There’s a shift in your gaze. First, alert—you’re assessing how much of a potential threat this person is, whether they’re gonna be weird about you— and then it relaxes. Not a threat. Then a slightest hint of mischief, like she wants to know what kind of dynamics they would have. “Have we met?”

And boy, can he.

“We haven’t, actually. But I went to your show at Wembley earlier this week. You were amazing.” He offers a handshake. “Bradley Bradshaw.”

You didn’t quite catch his name over the blaring music, although you shake his hand anyway. “Sorry?” 

He leans into your ear, “I’m Bradley Bradshaw.”

You don’t know which one makes your heart skip, the sudden close proximity, the warmth of his timbre, or the whiff of his perfume.

“Right. Nice to meet you, Bradley Bradshaw.” You accept his handshake, hoping he doesn’t see how flustered you are in the strobing purple light.

“Likewise.” He nods with a smile. “And may I just say… you look stunning.”

“What, this old thing?” You brush down the art nouveau-inspired Balmain dress on your body. You’re just being modest, of course; you know you’re dressed to the nines. You have never been much into facial hair, but somehow that mustache suits him very well. “You don’t look so bad yourself. You remind me of a… young Robert Mitchum. Or Paul Newman— or one of those Golden Age leading men.”

His face lights up. It’s hardly the first time he received that kind of compliment, but when it came from you, it feels… different. It feels special. It makes him just a little bolder. “Yeah? Maybe after a few drinks, I’ll be quoting lines from Butch Cassidy. Or would you prefer Cat On A Hot Tin Roof?”

This piques your interest. A man of culture, it seems. But of course, you can’t be too sure. “I’m more of a Paris Blues kinda gal, I’m afraid.”

Gosh, you don’t swoon so easily and he likes you so much for that. “Makes sense.”

“How so?”

“It’s a good underrated musical movie, for the musically gifted… And Sidney Poitier was just fantastic in that.”

“Huh.” You raise your eyebrows. You honestly thought he was just spouting the famous titles. But the fact that he has likely seen this hidden gem might just mean he’s really into it. “Aren’t you full of surprises.”

He leans in to speak in your ear yet again. “If you stick with me for a bit, I might show you another surprise or two.”

The music drowns out your racing heart just barely, and the bartender places a whole set of tequila shots on the bar top, and it snaps you out of your reverie for a moment. 

“Wanna get some air?”

He seems surprised, but of course he wasn’t gonna throw away this shot. “Sure. Why not?”

You instruct the bartender to send the shots to your booth, not even spending ten seconds to ponder staying in this deafening hell hole. Not when this man looks like peace. Perhaps an undercurrent of mystery underneath, but his whole demeanor is as calm and comforting as those old-school movies you put on to fall asleep. At the same time, something about this person pulls you in, it’s almost magnetic, and you can’t help wanting to see this through.

[bradpittwh0re]

faceclaim: sydney sweeney

pairings: brad pitt x actress!reader

warnings:fluff , lovers to exes to hopefully lovers again

theteaonbrad

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theteaonbrad it looks like from inside sources that brad pitt and y/n l/n has decided to call it quicks after dating for 2 years , tmz reports

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y/nfan61 i literally just screamed "WHAT THE HELL" out loud

y/n+bradfan84 and our delusional ass thought they were going to announce an engagement soon

pittfan24 we were really in a delusional era

y/nfan12 SAY SIKE PLEASE SAY SIKE

bradstan04 swear didnt he just get her name tattooed!!!

y/nfan23 i guess it didnt mean that much for him

y/nstan452 can you guys stop speculating about a relationship your not in

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yourinstagram

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yourinstagram new campaign @miumiu the wander bag

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y/nfan34 so its just business as usual babes

y/nstan74 she is not going to address nothing

y/nfan02 the face card never declines

jacobelordi 😭

cassiedefender ariana what you doing here ?

bradfan04 omg its true brad is always the first one to like her pictures but now he has not liked it at all

y/nfan88 she is the miu miu it girl

euphoria

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euphoria y/n stuns in custom miu miu at l.a euphoria premiere

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y/nfan01 we are so proud of you y/n

y/nfan02 she has the post breakup glow to her

pittfan24 nooo i miss her and brad together

y/nfan04 we don't want this we want the next album

jacobelordi so amazing 🔥🔥

yourinstagram aww thanks jacob

y/nstan82 is it just me that are seeing y/n and jacob's interactions cassiedefender yess , i thought i was the only one , i hope they just friends but that picture is not helping their case

y/nstan82 dont really know if they're friends or dating but i kinda ship it

tmz

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tmz brad spotted out and about in l.a the same time as y/n's premiere , accident or intentional ???

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hater87 damn he really let himself go

pittstan62 and still looks better than you on your best day

bradfan42 himbo brad conformed

pittfan24 omg not all their close friends but y/n , she must have done something

bradfan36 stop guessing its literally none of our business

deadline

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deadline after production was halted in late year it is now confirmed that the film "Anyone But You" will start up filming again next month in Australia

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y/nfan87 well this will be so awkward

y/nfan52 and its a romcom 🥰

bradstan45 jacob is probably on the floor somewhere

pittfan24 BRADY/N SUPREMACY

y/nfan04 I need this to bring them back together

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author note -gonna make a part 2 for this later and send more requests

[leo-the-dumbass]

"Let me take care of you!"

DRV3 Boys x Ultimate Cargiver! Reader

GONTA GOKUHARA

Despite Gonta being bigger than you, you still wanted to take care of him. When he was hungry, you'd make him something to eat. "Woah! Gonta thanks Y/N very much!" He said whenever you would set food down in front of him. After a while, you started doing more for him, wiping his face if he got his face messy, offering to do his laundry, and it started to confuse him. "Why Y/N taking care of Gonta?" He would question when you did a little something more for him, then you mumbled out a response something about loving to take care of him he didn't question you anymore letting you take care of him and also enjoying it.

Kiibo (K1-B0)

There wasn't much you could do for him to take care of him except let him know when he should probably go to Miu for a checkup because his antenna was broke or things like he was responding slower anything that could help him in the long run.

KAITO MOMOTA

Kaito wasn't all that happy when you would try to take care of him, making him feel belittled by you. Every time, you did little things for him to take care of him, bandaging any wounds he had gotten, cooking him food, or attempting to brush his hair for him. But he knew you being the ultimate caregiver you were, you'd never stop eventually getting used to everything you did for him.

KOKICHI OUMA

Kokichi was surprised whenever you'd take care of him not having very many people care for him in any way eventually teasing you about it or making unearthly demands "Hey Y/N~ You should kill Miu for me~ Nishishi!~" He'd giggle out. You never liked it when he joked about trying to get you to kill someone for him, saying it'd make him feel better.

KOREKIYO SHINGUJI

Korekiyo wasn't really surprised when you would take care of him knowing your Ultimate didn't make it that hard to figure out, especially when you'd take care of others but you seemed to mainly take care of him the most doing extensive things for him cleaning up his study, or brushing his long hair for him eventually he started to get used to it enjoying when you'd take care of him.

RANTARO AMAMI

Rantaro, being the ultimate adventurer, would get hurt quite a lot, and whenever he did, you would tend to the wounds careful not to hurt him pressing a kiss to the bandaged wound Rantaro enjoyed when you cared for him it made him feel quite loved and he loved your cooking too.

RYOMA HOSHI

Ryoma, being short, immediately thought you only took care of him because of his small stature getting irritated when you'd care for him, but eventually, he got used to it he still didn't enjoy being cared for but he wasn't going to argue with you knowing it'd only make you upset in the end.

SHUICHI SAIHARA

Shuichi was quite shy about it, but never expressing it, letting you take care of him, he started to enjoy when you would take care of him, mumbling out soft thanks you's with a small smile.

[frickingnerd]

yandere miu iruma

pairing: miu iruma x gn!reader

tags: clingy & possesive yandere, jealous!miu

miu is a possessive yandere!

she's clinging to you whenever she can, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, while her hands are always somewhere on your body!

she doesn't like to be separated from you and if it was up to her, she'd spend every day with you by her side, never letting go of you!

though even miu knows that she can't be with you all the time

the only times when she isn't clinging to you is when she's working on her newest inventions!

those are the only times you are allowed to be seperated from her. though if she could, miu would keep you around even then and train you to become her assistant!

whenever you and miu reunite again, she wants to know every little detail about your day! and especially about the people you met…

she's deadly jealous and you should know not to talk to other women, otherwise you might not be able to talk to them a second time…

[cinnaleaf]

ESSENCE OF US - CH 12: MAYBE, BABY?

Please read responsibly. This fic will get hot and heavy as the story progresses, 18+ only MDNI | READ CH 11 | MASTERLIST | READ CH 13

summary: a fleeting encounter with a mysterious Trent leaves you wondering if fate is playing a bigger match. your paths continue to cross in unexpected places as the fragrances around you mirror the growing tension between you. maybe it's just a coincidence..or maybe its destiny in the making.

warnings: FLUFF, smut (mirror sex), language, mentions of pregnancy, smau wc: ~8.5k song inspo: Me & Ur Maker x ¿Téo? ft. Maesu | Real Thing x Pink Sweat$ ft. Tori Kelly 💌: as always, anyone can read but the IG smau is how y/n looks TO ME

It had been almost a week since the infamous pregnancy conversation you had with Camille at Les Notes d’Amour. It was laughable at first, but here you were six days later..still without a period. That little fact took up residence in your mind, rolling around like a pebble in your shoe. You were a bit on edge to say the least.

This couldn’t possible be happening to little you – but it was.

Today, your unease only grew at the sight of the stack of Miu Miu clothes sent over for an event they invited you and Ezzie to in London after the Tea with T video went viral. Normally, you wouldn't consider yourself someone who would dive into the world of flashy events for the sake of digital consumerism, but you didn’t mind wearing the influencer title if it meant your younger sister could immerse herself in the fashion world she adored.

You slipped into a dark wash two-piece that sat snugly on your frame. The crop top hugged your chest just right, stopping just above your waist with the classic Miu Miu logo stitched on the hem. The skirt sat high on your waist, fitting around your hips and ending mid thigh. It would be a cute look any other time, but today..not so much. You were bloated as hell.

Okay, what is going on?? Did I give them the right measurements?

You were bloated to the point where the waistband of the skirt dug into your skin, making you extremely irritated off rip. You tugged at the hem and then the waistband, trying to shift things around like that would automatically fix the outfit, but nope. Didn’t work. You weren’t really feeling this outfit.. or any of them for that matter.

I can’t wear this… I look so bad.

Frustration washed over you as you stripped off the set and your eyes started to sting in a flurry of oncoming tears. You grabbed a dress next and quickly slipped it on, but it wasn’t any better than the two piece set. The fabric skimmed over your bloated stomach and it all felt wrong.

I can’t do this for nine months. There’s no fucking way. I can’t be pregnant..what the hell am I supposed to wear?

Irritation gnawed at you as every single thing piled up, making you feel worse. Rêveur was smelling weird to you lately and you couldn’t figure out why. You also hadn’t seen your perfume diary in forever, which held every single work in progress. Lastly, the possibility of being pregnant was looming over you like the darkest cloud. You bought the test, but you hadn’t taken it yet or even told Trent there was a growing possibility of pregnancy on the horizon. If you didn’t know..maybe you could pretend everything else was fine. Still, just looking at yourself in the mirror heightened the possibility even more. You huffed, not even wanting to go to London for the Miu Miu event anymore. If the look wasn’t eating you weren’t trying to be seen at all, especially if you really were pregnant.

Downstairs, you heard nothing but loud noise and rambunctiousness. Ziggy, Trent, Marcel, and Tyler were all lounging on the couch, yapping over a Boston Celtics and Dallas Mavericks basketball game. You made your way down the stairs, each shout and laugh grating your nerves. When you made it to the last step, you took in the scene: the boys were all leaning forward on the edge of the couch, eyes glued to the telly.

Ziggy got up on his feet, shouting and pointing at the TV, “You see Luka Dončić’s fadeaway?! He’s floating! Look at the form. Fucking legend! They call him ‘The Don’ for a reason!” Trent shook his head at your brother’s antics. “Nah. Tatum’s gonna come through. His stats are solid..he’s got the range for a win.”

Marcel shook his head and threw a pillow at Trent, laughing. “Delusional. His shooting is not that great. Luka’s working with a lot less and getting it done.”

Tyler was hyped by the back and forth, clapping at the telly like he was a coach on the line. “Luka’s got this..I’m telling you.”

You rolled your eyes, not knowing what the hell they were going on about because you were more of a footie girl. You watched them, annoyingly fascinated by how well your brother managed to integrate into their life so seamlessly. Ziggy had somehow found the time to come over for workouts in Trent’s home gym setup, but Trent and your brother spent the majority of the time yapping rather than training, aggravating you whenever they had a chance. It was kind of cute at the same time – no one would have ever known they hadn’t seen each other the past 10 years. They were nearly inseparable.

As the game intensified, Trent looked over at you and caught your eye – like he felt your presence immediately even though you didn’t say a word. He grinned and gave you a nod of acknowledgement, immediately perking up your mood. You walked over to the couch, standing right in front of their view of the TV just as Luka took another shot.

“Y/N! Fucking move!!!” Marcel yelled, waving his hands in the air like a mad man. “You’re not made of glass you know!” Ziggy reached out to give your a harsh prod on your leg, yelling at you too. “You’re blocking the telly! Get out the way! Can’t you go do something else with Ezzie?”

You ignored them and turned to Trent, tugging on his hand while batting your lashes. “T, baby... can you help me with something, pleaseee?” you asked, dropping your voice into a flirty tone. Trent didn’t need much convincing at all and got up immediately, completely immune to the complaints surrounding him. He gave you a kiss where your jawline met your neck and collective annoyed groans followed.

“Ugh, get the fuck out of here with that! We don’t want to see it!” Marcel yelled with a dramatic eye roll. Ziggy rolled his eyes too and pretended to gag while muttering something about Trent displaying ‘ultimate simp behaviour’, Tyler shook his head and crossed his arms, telling Trent he was beyond gone and completely whipped. You were unbothered by the peanut gallery full of haters and stuck your tongue out at all of them, reaching over to shove all of them in the head for good measure. “You lot are just jealous.” Trent laced his fingers in yours as you led him away from his boys’ night. Once you reached the bedroom, Trent looked around curiously eyeing the scattered clothes covering the floor. “What am I helping with again?” he asked, taking in the tornado that just ransacked the bedroom.

You let out a sigh, crossing your arms as you surveyed the hotchpotch of outfits, purses, and jewellry around you. “I need you to be my audience,” you frowned, feeling a pang of frustration. “Nothing looks right on me today.” Trent tilted his head, moving his gaze over your frame in awe like he always did when he looked at you. “I doubt that.. you look good in anything,” he replied simply, without a hint of doubt in his voice.

You led him over to the walk-in wardrobe which was now overflowing with your clothes, purses, shoes and half packed boxes. Trent’s eyes widened, taking in the scattered stacks of items that took over his space within the past week. You had finally taken him up on his offer to officially move in – you basically lived here already anyway, so it made sense. The more you unpacked, the more you underestimated how much stuff you were bringing over. You kept your apartment for now, mainly due to your instincts telling you to not fully let it go just yet – it wasn’t that you didn’t trust him, you did, but you always needed a plan B..and maybe a plan C. Even with all the packing, you couldn’t find the perfume diary that was still MIA. You turned your entire place upside down looking for it while packing, but you still couldn’t find it. The notebook had all of your handwritten notes, formulations and every scent memory you pieced together. It was like a personal archive for everything you ever crafted – the foundation of Les Notes d’Amour.

“I think we’re gonna need more space,” Trent gave a suppressed laugh, eyeing the collection of clothes and accessories that claimed the majority of what used to be his space. To make room, he moved a bunch of his own things into a spare room, just to make you more comfortable. 

You rolled your eyes, feeling a bit moody. “Oh? Now we need more space?” you shot back. “You didn’t mention any of that when you kept begging me to move in. I can leave. I have my own space.”

Trent grinned, unfazed by your sassiness for now. “Baby.. I’m just saying. You have a lot of clothes.”

“No. I don’t. Some of us just have taste and like to wear more than trackies and matchday kits..unlike you,” you snarled back. It came out a lot ruder than you anticipated, but he was starting to get on your nerves, so your point still stood for now. Trent placed a hand dramatically over his chest like you wounded him with daggers. “Ouch.. that’s how you really feel, huh?” He still wasn’t all that phased by your moodiness, but he also wasn’t going to let you get away with it the longer you kept it up either.

You sighed, tilting your head back and ran your hand over your forehead. “I’m sorry..I didn’t mean it like that.” You started taking off the dress you were wearing, quickly eyeing for any other pieces that would make you look better than you felt at the moment. “Nothing I put on looks right…it’s really frustrating.” You could feel tears pooling and you lightly dabbed at the corners of your eyes, not wanting him to see how crazy you were for almost crying over an outfit.

“What about that? Put that one on and lemme see you.” He pointed to a two piece set that featured an edgy washed denim corset top that was laced at the front with a matching skirt that had a frayed hem. You looked at yourself in the mirror, tilting your head as you tried to picture wearing it to the Miu Miu event with your sister. Normally, you would’ve loved the look – but you just weren’t feeling your best today. 

Hmm..maybe my man does have taste? This is cute..but I don’t know. 

With a sigh, you slipped into the two piece set and Trent stood behind you, staring in appreciative amazement as his hands settled on the slight curve of your stomach. “Yeah..wear this one, baby. You look fucking unreal.” he murmured against your skin while he drank in your reflection through the mirror. “I’m a lucky man. I’ll never get tired of this view.”

You tried to smile, but him having his hand on that part of your stomach made you tense up. You were cringing internally, suddenly feeling like this was an impromptu maternity shoot. Trent noticed immediately and turned his head to look at you and not the reflection of you in the mirror.

“You okay?”

You nodded, pulling yourself from his embrace. “Yeah..just cramping. I’m okay.” 

It wasn’t a total lie, you were cramping – but that was a symptom of pregnancy too. You kept trying to convince yourself your period would come soon, but the longer it took, the more worried you became. You were praying to every deity by this point, too scared to just check and get it over with for your own peace of mind.

“Oh. That time of the month again?” he asked, watching you as you avoided his gaze and tried to distract yourself by fumbling around with random clothes around the room.

You shook your head, “Um, no.. not yet, but almost.” You turned back at him with a forced smile, trying to change the subject immediately. “But..do I really look good in this?” you motioned to the two piece set you were wearing. “Or are you just saying that so you can go back and watch the basketball game? Be honest. I won’t get mad if you say I look terrible...are you lying to me?”

Trent burst into laughter and cupped your face. “Y/N, you would be pissed if I told you that.” He brushed his thumb over your lips before giving you a tender kiss. “I’m not lying though. You always look incredible. I almost want to convince you to stay here with me.”

You scoffed, knitting your brows and crossing your arms. “So if I did look a mess you’re just going to let me walk around...looking a mess? Without telling me?” It was meant to be a rhetorical question at first, but you kind of wanted to know the answer at the same time.

Trent was not winning this quarrel. Every question was a set-up at this point. He tried to stifle a laugh, realizing he was treading into dangerous territory. “Nah, nah. I’m saying you look good mostly. But you’re telling me you want me to tell you if something’s off?”

You nodded, still crossing your arms. “That’s exactly what I’m saying. Don’t let me go outside looking crazy just because you’re scared I’ll be mad at you.”

“You don’t have that many bad days..so I’m safe.”

Oh, he fucked up with that one.

“Excuse me?? So there’s been days where I looked a hot mess and you didn’t think to mention it?” You leaned in and gave him a cold stare, feeling your irritation grow. There was no winning this for him and you both knew it. Yet he still looked at you with a soft smile – infatuated with every part of you. Trent scratched his head and laughed awkwardly, trying to quickly think of something that wouldn’t have you interrogating him. “Uh...no? That’s not what I meant. You just –”

Before he could dig a deeper hole, you heard the boys downstairs shouting at the top of their lungs about the basketball game.

“THAT’S WHAT I’M FUCKING TALKING ABOUT! LET’S GOOOO! TOO EASY!” Tyler yelled with way too much excitement. The other two joined in, clapping loudly and yelling way too much for your liking. You gave the nastiest eye roll and sighed. “I know it’s not that fucking serious..” you snapped, feeling your patience wearing thinner. “They’re being so loud..and for what? It’s just basketball.”

“It’s a pretty intense game, baby.” Trent tried to explain, but he was amused by your irritability and started laughing at you, much to your displeasure.

“Trent..get out. You’re annoying me so bad right now. Nothing’s funny.”

His smile faded and he moved his hands to your hips, pushing you up against the wall as he stared into your soul. “You wanna try saying that again?”

You let out an exasperated breath, looking at him like he was stupid. You weren’t in the mood for any of his nonsense, so you didn’t back down with the sass. “I said you’re annoying me. Get the fuck out.” You waved your hand toward the door, fully expecting him to just laugh and walk away, but instead he pinned your arms above you. 

“Not keen on that tone of yours” he said in a low voice, his eyes challenging you.

You wanted to say something back, but you couldn’t think of anything witty when you saw the dominating way he was looking at you. You tried to keep your voice steady, but you started stammering over your words. “T-trent. Seriously...just go.”

“Yeah? You want me to go back downstairs? Say it like you mean it then.” he murmured, daring you to push back. He kissed your neck, making you suck in your breath. “I thought you said you needed my help?”

“Trent…we’re not the only people in the house,” you whispered shakily, trying to mask the effect he was having on you. “We can’t.”

“I don’t give a fuck. This is our house.” he breathed against your neck, pulling your skirt up to grip your ass. “Just be quiet for me, yeah? Let me show you how beautiful you are.”

You bit your lip, nodding as he took the set off of you. He guided you forward to position you in front of the mirror, staring back at your naked reflection. Your heart raced as Trent’s hands trailed down your sides. His breath ghosted over your neck and goosebumps appeared on your body when he whispered against your skin, his gaze staring deeply back at your reflection through the mirror. “Eyes on the mirror, baby. Just keep watching. Don’t look away.” He nudged your legs apart with his foot and slipped his long fingers between the folds of your pussy, gliding through the warmth easily with a sensual touch that made you tuck your lips in, struggling to hold back a moan. His hand kept working you and all you could do was stare at the reflective glass while he continued with hunger in his eyes.

“See?” he murmured, dipping his head to kiss the curve of your shoulder while his other hand moved to pull his shorts down. “I told you..” you could feel his dick spring free and push up against your entrance, “you’re beautiful. Now be a good girl for me.” You felt his lips twitch into a grin against your skin, savouring the face you made when he positioned himself to tease you before sliding inside; his dick deliciously filled you up and left you on the verge of moaning loudly.

“Trent..” you gasped, struggling as he began his thrusts in a smooth rhythm, each stroke more intense than the last. “I can’t..” You barely managed to get those three words out, much to his satisfaction based on the smirk you saw on his face in the mirror.

“Yes you can. Arch your back for me, pretty girl.” He slowed his thrusts to a teasing pace to pull your arms behind your back, leaving you squirming as you attempted to arch your back like he told you to. 

Once he started thrusting into you again, you couldn’t hold back any longer and you moaned louder than you wanted to, but you couldn’t control the way he was making you feel; your head fell forward which made your eyes drift from the mirror. Trent stopped and one hand left your arms to grip your chin, lifting it to make you meet your reflection again.

“Nuh uh. Watch yourself.” he commanded. “I can edge you all night. Your choice.”

You nodded, wide eyed with tears streaming down your face from the intensity of it all as he resumed. He increased his pace, using his grip on your hands to buck into you harder. A string of expletives left your lips in a whimper and one hand left your arms to smack your ass. “Shhh..you can take it baby.”

“Mmm fuck,” you hissed, loving the stinging sensation. Your lips parted when you saw him look down to watch the recoil of your ass from his relentless thrusts. He looked back up at you through the mirror and gave you a sinful smirk and then licked his lips.

“T..oh my god” you whispered, catching your own eyes in the mirror when you saw how fucked out of your mind you looked. Your breaths came out in shallow gasps but he kept thrusting, knowing you were getting closer.

“Best view in the house. Y’know that?”

You were struggling to hold back, feeling the tightness in your core winding like a musical box. Trent’s grip on your arms tightened and held you in place as he pushed you to the brink of seventh heaven, but just as you were about to orgasm, he stopped. A strangled cry escaped your lips as tears continued to stream down your face. You tried to push up against him but he stilled you and released your hands. He snaked one arm around your waist while the other hand trailed up to grip your neck.

“You still think I’m annoying?” he whispered in your ear in a teasing, commanding tone as he held you against him. You shook your head ‘no’ in a dazed state, but he wasn’t satisfied with a half answer, he wanted to hear you.

“Say it” he softly commanded again, searing his gaze at you through the mirror. “Talk to me.”

A breathy whine escaped as you tried to grind against him again, seeking the orgasm he was skillfully withholding from you. “Nooooo. You’re not annoying. Trent, pleaseee. I want to cum.”

He hummed in satisfaction, brushing his fingers over your jaw and pressing soft kisses along the side of your neck, trailing up to your jawline. Then he brought his eyes back to the mirror, tracing every detail of your blissed out face and the curves of your body.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, baby. See how pretty you look like this?” he asked, his voice hoarse. You nodded, barely holding back the sounds threatening to spill over. Fucking you was one thing, but fucking you while speaking to you in affirmations had you ready to soak him immediately.

“Yessss, I see it. Please Trent.” you whimpered, biting your lip. Any coherent thoughts you had were long gone. Your pleas drove him further and he picked up his pace, bringing you to the edge again; but this time the tension snapped. He could tell you were about to let out the most sinfully loud moan, so he moved his hand over your mouth, stifling your sounds as you came undone around him; each muscle quaking and pulsing around him with the strength of your orgasm.

“Oh shit,” he strained, struggling to hold back when he felt the way you were squeezing him. His body trembled and you felt his dick start to twitch around you, but you managed to grab his wrist and push up against his hip bone to signal him to pull out just in time. You dropped to your knees and let him finish in your mouth. You touched the patch of skin underneath his balls that always drove him crazy and he groaned your name loudly as he spilled into your mouth, but then his head fell back and hit the wall behind him.

“OW! Fucking hell!” He flinched and grabbed his head like he was just knocked out by the world’s heaviest boulder, making you giggle.

“Aww, you’re fine. So dramatic, aren’t we?” You rubbed the back of his head, pretending to check for any actual damage but you both knew there wasn’t any. You let out a playful sigh as you smoothed a hand over his curls and pulled his shorts back up before giving him a tender kiss on the lips. “Thank you, T...but you were supposed to be helping me with outfits.. not fucking me. Now go. I need to finish packing.”

He eyed you with a lazy grin, still trying to catch his breath. “I did help, though. Wear this one.” He pointed to the set that was now scattered across the floor. You scoffed, patting his chest. “Fine. I’ll wear that one. Now go back and watch Luka Donkick or whatever name they keep screaming about. I’m fine up here.”

Trent laughed and rubbed his head again. “Damn. Not even going to offer me any ice? AXA staff treat me better than my own girlfriend..that’s mad.”

You raised a brow, crossing your arms and flashing a smug smile. “Doubt that. I don’t think the physios have you moaning their names..and if you are moaning their names, I’ll fucking kill you.”

“Ahh, touché. You’re feisty today.” He laughed as he turned toward the door, giving you one last look before he went back downstairs. “I’m gonna see about extending the wardrobe for all your clothes.”

You rolled your eyes with a smirk as he disappeared downstairs, laughter and yelling from the boys followed shortly after. You glanced back at your reflection in the mirror, shaking your head and smiling with a loving glint in your eye. You were in a better mood all of a sudden, maybe all you needed was sex? Sometimes, all a girl needs is the attitude fucked out of her. 

You made your way to your suitcase to finish packing, and you opened it – noticing there was a notebook that looked eerily similar to the one you lost. It was pastel purple, but it looked brand new. You scrunched your brows in confusion, knowing you weren’t the one who put this notebook in your luggage. You noticed your first initial was etched into the front of the notebook, followed by the last two letters of Trent’s initials. He was still keeping up with his marriage joke, of course.

Huh? What is this…? That’s not my initials.

When you opened the notebook, there notes left on multiple pages. The handwriting was unmistakably Trent’s:

I don’t know what all you had written in your other one, but I memorised some things. Maybe we can figure out the rest together?

Me:

Lavender

Geranium

Apple & Mandarin Orange

Vanilla

Cedar & Guaiac Wood

Sandalwood

You:

Vanilla?

Amber maybe?

I smelt marshmallows too I think?

Something else sweet..can’t figure it out yet

Us:

Bergamot 

Cardamom 

Pistachio 

Ylang Ylang 

Jasmine 

Tuberose 

Tonka Bean & Coconut 

??? 

???

I read the other notebook a lot while you were sleeping..wanted to learn how your brain works a little more. Hopefully this one will be just as useful.

I love you for as long as the stars shine, my forever.

- T

You were shocked he wrote down the notes for the fragrance you were testing on him; you couldn’t remember all of the notes yourself, yet somehow he figured them out with his own nose. 

Of course he’s annoyingly good at my job too. What can’t this boy do? 

Finding yourself getting lost in the notebook, you read the notes and doodles he jotted down. He clearly spent a lot of time on this and his doodles were amateur at best, but adorably his. You ran your hands over his words, pausing on a drawing he added under one of the pages – it was a stick figure version of himself grinning beside a smaller stick figure of you. His figure held a football and yours held a perfume bottle – both of the figures hand in hand. Next to that, he drew what looked like a squiggly outline of Les Notes d’Amour and a bunch of happy stick figures lined up outside. Up above the stick figures, there was a tiny sun partially hidden by the moon with lines radiating around it like a beam of light. He tried shading the moon with messy scribbles to make it stand out against the sun. You could practically imagine him frowning and biting his lip in concentration, adding little details to make it as realistic as he could. It was almost poetic and made you feel like you were over the moon with joy. Maybe he didn’t mean to be so deep, but it felt like a symbolic capture of what you both found in each other: an unlikely pairing threaded by fate that just...worked. 

You curled up with the notebook in bed, flipping through the pages and studying each detail Trent added with the type of focus usually only reserved for when you were at work. His handwriting was beautiful and his careful lettering reflected the amount of effort he used to write everything down for you. All the notes, doodles, and quirky additions had you smiling so hard that your cheeks hurt. Maybe you didn’t need the old notebook...this one was better. The longer you looked, the heavier your eyelids grew; eventually the lines and scribbles of his handwriting blurred together. You kept telling yourself you would read just one more page, but before you knew it, you drifted off to sleep still clutching the notebook in your hands. 

Hours later in the night, Trent pulled you from your sleep with his voice. It was edged with unusual seriousness. “Y/N.” He shook you gently, trying to get your attention. “Wake up.”

“Hmm?” you murmured, still half asleep.

“Why is there a pregnancy test in the bathroom?” His voice was steady, but there was a thread of concern in his tone. There were only two girls in the house at the moment – Ezzie and you, he knew it couldn’t be for your sister. It had to be for you.

Your eyes immediately flew open and the grogginess vanished in a second. Your heart sank when you realized you left the test laying around. You didn’t want him to find out this way. You sat up in bed, avoiding his gaze because you felt cornered.

“Uhh...I’m just a little late,” you mumbled, trying not to let the conversation spiral out of control. “But I’ve been cramping so...I probably won’t even need it. It’s fine..no big deal.” You tried to sound casual about it, but you were rationalizing more with yourself than him. Trent nodded, slowly absorbing the new information, but he still looked worried. The dots were starting to connect for him like little constellations in the sky: the moodiness, the sass, your strange cravings for sweets and salty snacks. He noticed the bloat too, but as a man he knew better than to mention that. Plus, he loved whatever your body looked like. He didn’t care.

“You can still take it, right? Just check.” he said softly, studying your reaction. “May be better to go ahead and get it over with for peace of mind for both of us.”

You looked down, fiddling with your shaking hands as you tried to think of an excuse. “I’m really tired Trent.” you whispered, not being able to meet his eyes. “I’ll take it in the morning before I leave. I promise.” Procrastinating for a few more hours seemed logical to you at the moment since you were scared of what the result could be. He sighed, torn between wanting to press you further but not wanting to push you into an anxious spiral. Finally, he nodded and placed the test back on the counter before returning to bed to lay beside you to go to sleep.

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The next morning, you woke up still feeling anxious. You were up at the crack of dawn, unable to sleep any longer. You grabbed your phone, hoping a doom scroll through social media would be enough to calm your nerves...but it made it worse. The moment you opened Instagram your heart plummeted to your ass. SpillTheBeansUK made a post about you, claiming to have a verified anonymous source confirming your pregnancy. 

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SpillTheBeansUK 🚨💥 EXCLUSIVE ALERT 💥🚨 Y/N PREGNANT WITH TAA’S BABY?! 👶🏽🍾 According to a very reliable source (you know we love a verified anonymous tip 👀), it looks like Y/N and Trent Alexander-Arnold might be entering their PARENT ERA! 💫 We can’t confirm specifics just yet but we’ve seen proof there’s a little Scouser on the way. ALLEGEDLY 😳

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You read through the comments, not letting a single thought of yours settle. You never told anyone besides Camille and Trent. Trent wouldn’t send that in himself, that would be ridiculous.

But Camille...she wouldn’t. Would she?

You sprung out of bed to make your way to the bathroom to FaceTime Camille, not even checking the hour. You held your breath until she answered, her face popped up with tousled hair and a pillow crease on her cheek. It didn’t look like she was at home.

“Camille,” you hissed before she could even say hello. “Did you say something?! Have you seen STB’s post?!?”

She blinked back a couple of times, confused with your audacity to question her with something so ludicrous. “What?? NO! Why would I–” She paused and looked away from the screen for a little too long. Your eyes narrowed as you waited for her to finish, tapping your nails impatiently on the edge of the unopened pregnancy test box. She finally looked back at the screen, whispering. “Y/N, I would NEVER,” she insisted, but you could tell by her voice that she knew exactly why you were asking.

You took a deep breath, trying to hold back a long rant. “Why are they saying there’s a ‘verified source’ then? I only told you and Trent..he wouldn’t send something like that to them.”

Camille yawned and stretched out her arm. “That page makes up stuff half the time..they’re probably just running with some random rumour that just so happens to be close to something accurate this time around.” In the background, you could faintly hear voices from a Spanish TV show. This was definitely not Camille’s house, but you let it slide for now.

“Um, no. Not accurate.” You held up the pregnancy test box in front of the camera. “I haven’t taken it yet.”

“Anddd…why not? Why are you dragging it like this?”

You groaned, feeling embarrassment and nerves churning around in your stomach. “Because...if I don’t take it..there’s zero percent chance I’m pregnant until I feel a kick or something, right? But if I take it right now, there’s a fifty percent chance and those odds are way too fucking high right now.” You knew your logic was flawed and sounded more like girl math, but it felt true enough in the moment. “Camille..I really don’t think a baby on my hip is a cute look for me. That’s definitely not my type of lifestyle right now. I’d rather have a dog or something.”

Camille snorted, shaking her head. “Girl..just take the damn test. You sound insane right now.” You knew she was right, so you groaned again and opened the test to read the tiny lettered instructions line by line – you were procrastinating again. Camille rolled her eyes with impatience. “Babe, it’s not rocket science,” she said with a smirk while watching you fumble with the instructions. “Just dip the stick and wait for a couple of minutes until it pops up. Two lines is a yes..one line is a no. You can’t mess it up.”

Her attempt at humour didn’t really ease your nerves but it gave you the final push. With a deep breath, you tore the test open and took it. The next few minutes of waiting for the results to load felt like agony. Who knew three minutes could feel like an eternity. You had the test face down until your timer went off; with a deep sigh you flipped it back over and took a hard glance.

“Oh. My. God.” you covered your mouth, gasping in shock as the results popped up.

“WHAT DOES IT SAY?!?! Don’t edge me like this, girl!” Camille half whispered, half yelled through the screen as if she was trying not to wake someone. You were shaking, almost crying while you stared at the results.

“Wait....is it positive?” she asked, reading your reaction to gauge the results.

You took a deep breath and held up the test in view of the screen, shaking your head. “It’s negative!” you shouted, grinning as relief washed over your face. “Oh my days..I swear I saw my whole life flash before my eyes in those three minutes. Imagine me waking up and there’s a tiny version of Trent staring back at me and pulling at my boobs for milk? In this mess?? Absolutely not.” You patted your stomach, thankful the bloat was likely just a PMS symptom. “Thank you for not betraying me, ovaries.”

Camille burst out laughing, covering her mouth to muffle the sound. “They would probably have his eyes, huh? A googly eyed gremlin running around would be so wild.” she snorted, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. “Thank god though. Now we can get back to our regularly scheduled madness.” Just as she said that, you noticed there was someone resting their head on her chest with a silky durag tied around their hair.

“Camille...where are you right now? you asked, arching a brow once you realized.

A guilty grin spread across her face. “Barcelona. And before you ask – yes, I am laying in Jules’ bed right now,” she said in a playfully sheepish tone. “He wanted me to fly out for a shoot, okay? That’s all you need to know, babe.” She tilted her head, winking as she ran her nails across the silk on his head. “You know the vibes.”

You giggled, shaking your head at her antics. “Well..I’m glad the French we learned is coming in handy for you outside of the perfume world.” You paused before adding a teasing statement. “La Liga, though? That’s going to get real interesting for El Clásico. I don’t think Jude will appreciate that very much.” Camille stifled her laughter but then stuck her middle finger out at the screen in a playful manner. “Fuck Jude. He’ll get over it.”

After chatting with Camille for a few more minutes, you wrapped up the call to eavesdrop when you heard Trent and your brother’s voice down the hall. They were being very hush-hush about something and it piqued your curiosity. You crept down the hallway, stopping just out of sight to catch bits of Trent and Ziggy’s conversation.

“Yeah, I know what to do.” Ziggy said, sounding more grown up and certain than you had ever heard him before.

“Looking forward to it, mate. I’ll let ‘em know.” Trent replied, pulling Ziggy in for a quick brotherly hug. You were suspicious but you brushed it off, chalking it up to the bond they reignited after the gala. After a while, you couldn't resist breaking into their huddle, so you crept up on Trent and poked his sides with your index fingers, making him jolt in surprise.

“Congrats, you’re not a daddy yet! Just checked. I think we should try for a cute puppy instead, maybe.” you whispered into his ear, adding a cheeky smile. Relief flickered across his face and you wrapped your arms around him, shifting your head to the side to narrow your eyes at Ziggy. “What are you two yapping about now?”

Ziggy looked like he was caught red handed but he recovered quickly and shrugged with a smile. “Uh, nothing. Just footie bants,” he replied innocently, but it seemed like more than that. He changed the subject quickly and put his focus back on Trent.

“Hey, can I stream on your gaming rig? Gonna play some FIFA and maybe some Val with Marcel.”

Trent shrugged and gave him a radiant smile, “You know you don’t have to ask, right? We’re brothers now.” Him and Ziggy dove into the most ridiculously overly complicated handshake you ever saw in your life, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the sheer absurdity.

“Why are you stealing my man?” you asked your brother, sticking your tongue out at him playfully.

Ziggy didn’t skip a beat and fired back before making his way to Trent’s gaming PC. “I found him first” he quipped with the same protective tone he used when you were walking home from the park the day you asked what the older boys’ name was.

Trent turned around and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you in for a soft embrace. “Thank you for the notebook” you murmured, pressing a gentle kiss on his lips. “Didn’t know I had a ‘nose’ as a boyfriend now. I don’t even remember using a marshmallow note...how did you figure that out?” Trent gave you a sly smile as he glanced at you with pride twinkling in his eyes. “I’m learning a little something” he teased, gently squeezing your sides in a similar way you did to him earlier. He looked at his watch and then back at you. “Ready to head out?”

Much to your dismay, taking the train to London was out of the question nowadays. The block was too hot and you were garnering a lot more attention than you did before you met Trent. Being the best boyfriend he could be, he graciously booked a private car service for you and Ezzie. It would be a long drive, but you were thankful he took the time to cater to your needs.

A few hours later, you and Ezzie arrived at New Bond Street in Mayfair. The street was lined with designer boutiques and prestigious brands like Alaïa, Hermes and Burberry to exude luxury that was just as quintessentially London as the red telephone booths dotting the city. Snazzily dressed passerbyers strolled around with designer bags in hand, some holding takeaway coffees from nearby cafés, others glancing at window displays that looked more like curated art galleries than store fronts. The faint sound of heels clicking against the pavement mingled with the ambiance of the street as Ezzie took the scene in, barely able to contain her excitement. Her gaze flickered from storefront to storefront, enchanted by the scene. 

“Oh my days, I’m sooooo excited!” she squealed, bouncing around as she latched onto your arm. “Thank you, thank you, thank youuu! You’re the best sister ever!” She repeated with each step. Her enthusiasm was contagious and you smiled, feeling so overjoyed by seeing her happiness. She had been fashion obsessed since she was a child, so this opportunity was a dream come true for her.

As you scanned the high end stores and their shining windows around you, your thoughts drifted to Trent. A gift felt appropriate for everything he did for you. He was your rock and never once let the chaos of his world intrude on you any farther than it needed to. You wanted to buy him something as a thank you...maybe a watch? You made a mental note to stop in a boutique nearby after the event.

“Are you really pregnant?” Ezzie’s sudden question jolted you out of your thoughts, her voice was lower but it was clear she was curious after seeing SpillTheBeansUK’s post. She must’ve noticed the curious glances you were getting as well. “I thought you said you would never give a boy a baby before a –”

“I’m not pregnant! It’s just a rumour,” you said quickly, hoping to shut down the conversation for now. You still couldn’t shake the possibility of someone in your circle spilling tea about your pregnancy scare, but until you could figure out who it was...it was best not to talk about it with anyone, especially in public – whether you were pregnant or not. Ezzie looked disappointed for a split second, but nodded in understanding as you walked through the doors of Miu Miu.

Inside, the store was transformed from its usual modern look to a more lively setup with sections curated for content creation. Brand representatives moved between influencers and their mini entourages, offering champagne in glass flutes while discussing the different pieces on display. Racks of Miu Miu’s latest collection were arranged meticulously by color and style. You wanted it all, everything was so cute – especially the bags...but that wasn’t what you were here for. Your mum’s words left a fire fueling within you and there was no way you were walking out of the store without securing a deal for your sister. The brand was interested and had already made it clear once they checked Ezzie’s engagement rates on Instagram. The rep you spoke to was pretty receptive, nodding and jotting down notes as you spoke. They eventually agreed to all your terms without much negotiation needed at all.

“You can send the contract to my assistant, Ember. I’ll review and send back” you told the rep, sounding very much like a girlboss as you gave them her email. You glanced over at Ezzie who was chatting animatedly with another girl, she was definitely in her zone. You gave her a thumbs up and she responded with a happy squeal before mouthing another ‘thank you’ across the room.

Yeah, life was hectic for you. Stressful and overwhelming some days, but it was finally coming together. It was like both your world and Trent’s had finally merged into a new universe where you could both belong and exist together. You were in a good mood for once, so you took out your phone and posted a few pictures you took while in London:

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After wrapping up at Miu Miu, you and Ezzie strolled over to another storefront on Regent Street – it was a boutique that specialized in timeless pieces that would make anyone swoon. Regent Street was much like Bond Street and featured a blend of luxury and history in its architecture. People bustled along the pavement, dressed in an array of styles with tourists stopping to snap photos while London locals walked along hurriedly, each on their own mission.

When you stepped inside the store, you were greeted by a polished ambiance. There were rows of glass cases filled with watches, rings and jewellery that glistened under the warm lighting. There were different sections carved out for different types of jewellery like classic rings, wedding bands, and intricate limited edition timepieces.

The watch you chose for Trent was a Patek Philippe timepiece with a midnight blue dial that featured a moon phase indicator. It was the perfect watch considering the full moon had become something special between the two of you, even when you were separated across cities you would both look up at it, knowing your other half was seeing the same silver glow above a star studded sky.

On one particular night, you and Trent stayed back after a match to watch the full moon at a very empty Anfield. It was a lot quieter without the chants from fans filling the stadium, and the moon hung up high to bathe the pitch in its luminescent beauty. Nestled into Trent’s jacket, you leaned against him for warmth. You tilted your head to look at him, smiling. “How do you remember every single full moon?” you asked playfully, giving him a soft nudge on his arm. “Are you Zeus, God of the Sky?”

Trent chuckled with his gaze fixed on the moon as he wrapped his arm around you to keep you warm. “Nah” he mumbled in a hushed tone, like he didn’t want to disturb the moon’s beauty. “I have it on a calendar.” He glanced down at you with a sweet smile. “I know it’s calming for you..and the view’s not bad either.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone to capture the moment. The moon felt abnormally large that night as it hung over the pitch, its lighting spilling over both of you. It was breathtakingly stunning and was surrounded by scattered stars like diamonds on velvet, each one faintly glimmering in the dark.

Trent angled the camera up to capture it all: the silent stadium, a sweeping arc of empty seats, the pitch bathed in silvery light, and the two of you – side by side, framed by the vastness above. In the picture, both of you were smiling with your heads leaning together underneath the backdrop of the sky – like a tiny time capsule to commemorate your relationship. Just as he snapped the photo, the sprinklers from the irrigation system burst to life and sent arcs of water over the grass, glistening like tiny crystals in the moonlight.

“Oh shit! Run!” Trent shouted with laughter roaring through his chest as he grabbed your hand to pull you towards the tunnel. Both of you sprinted across the field together as laughter echoed around Anfield, water droplets scattering in every direction. Halfway there, your foot slipped on the wet grass but before you hit the ground, Trent scooped you up with a wide grin and carried you the rest of the way. When you both finally made it to the dry shelter of the tunnel, both of you were absolutely drenched.

“You’re a terrible defender” you teased, laughing as water dripped down your face.

He laughed with you, shaking his head as he set you down. “That’s absolute rubbish and you know it.”

After purchasing the watch, your attention shifted over to a nearby case filled with rings. Your eyes locked onto a delicate diamond band. It was subtle, not too flashy..but incredibly stunning. You felt drawn to it in the same magnetic way you felt drawn to Trent, like the threads of fate had your name engraved on the inside of it. One of the staff took the ring out of the display case and before you knew it, the ring was on your left ring finger. It looked gorgeous against your skin and sat so perfectly on your finger that it felt like more than just good sizing – it felt serendipitous. The ring looked like it belonged to you, like it had been waiting for this exact moment to slip onto your ring finger. You admired it for a little while longer before snapping a joking picture to send to Trent – keeping up with his ongoing marriage jokes.

Maybe MRS does have a nice ring to it 😋💍

Ezzie peeked over your shoulder, grinning as she read the text and made a mental note of the ring size. You didn’t notice it, but she was in on something you had no idea about.

“If Trent proposed..would you say yes?” she asked inquisitively.

The question caught you a bit off guard which made you laugh nervously. You paused for a minute, genuinely thinking about what you would say if he did ask, but then you shrugged. “Hmm..maybe I’d consider it like a year from now,” you stated plainly, turning your hand to catch more of the sparkle from the gems under the light. “There’s just way too much going on right now to be planning a wedding, y’know?” Ezzie gave you a nod, but you didn’t catch her shoot a quick text to someone when she glanced at the ring one more time. She sighed, playing along casually. “Yeah, timing is everything,” she replied. Little did you know, Ezzie had a mission of her own and was tasked with gathering intel on your ring size and how you felt about a proposal.

Then your phone pinged with a response from Trent:

T: What size is that? What store?

You rolled your eyes, knowing he was probably being serious before typing your response:

Wouldn’t you love to know

T: Worth a shot 🤷‍♂️

He was one step ahead of you though.

Always.

Down to the timeline.

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Fake Love.

Hawks x reader

Mentions: relationships, Hardship, New feelings, boundaries, fluff.

some cute moments!

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“ Alright kids. Hold onto the rope. Road crossing to the pick up area is important. Always pay attention.” Shoto said, watching the little ones obeying. Miu was at the end. She somehow fell on her knees and hands. She cried, feeling so much pain. The teacher took over. “  It’s okay kid.” He carried her across then checked her hands and knees. Scratches and small cuts. “ Is your mommy here yet?” he asked, frosting her hands a bit to ease the pain. She looked around for you and then pointed. “She’s young.” he spoke then walked over. “She fell. I frosted her hand a bit to numb the pain. I’m volunteering to help a teacher for a week.” Shoto said with a smile. “ That's very nice of you, Hero Shoto. I hope she didn’t cause much trouble. Her wings are growing.” you replied. “ I helped her with her wings throughout the day. Right, Miu. Remember to practice.” he said, ruffling her hair. She giggled and nodded. “ Yes sir. Promise!” she replied, forgetting she was wounded.“ Get going, your daddy must be waiting at home to see his  smart and strong little one.” he said, pinching her cheek softly. She frowned, hiding her face into her mama’s neck. She feels sad she doesn’t have a dad and even more recently. Daddy daughter dance is in 3 weeks. You frowned. Shoto then realized. “ Oh um..I apologize.” he said. “ You didn’t know. Miu say bye bye to Hero Shoto.” you said. She waved goodbye. 

Everyday you spoke to Shoto during drop off and pick up, and everyday he brought a small snack for Miu and a coffee for you. “ Good Morning. Ms.L/n. Did you rest well last night?” He said handing you your daily coffee cup. “ Go on, baby mommy will pick you up and today we’re having your favorite for dinner.” you said and gave her a peck on her cheek. Miu’s eyes lit up. “Okay mama bye bye.” she ran inside. “ I rested well last night. How about you?” you asked, taking a sip of your drink. “ I actually did. Hey umm.” Shoto said taking out a piece of paper with his number on it, he handed it to you with a blush. He’s gathering up the courage to ask you on a date. He knows he’s 20 and you’re 23 with a child but that won’t stop him. You took the paper and saw his number. “ We can chat outside of school grounds. Maybe go out on a date?” he asked. He was sweating a bit. “ Oh..I’d love to but..I won’t have anyone to take care of Miu. I’m sorry.” you responded sadly. “ Miu can come as well. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind.” Shoto said, trying to make it happen. You nodded. “Alright. Okay yes.” you said smiling. “ How about after school? Something small. Dinner. Is there any place you prefer? Along with Miu?” he asked, being considerate. “ I’m making her favorite dinner for her. Would you like to come over?” you said, adding his number on your contact list. “Yes!” he replied. He thought - This is meant to be.Her food must be so delicious. Can she cook cold soba?- He gave you a hug. Some of the female teachers were jealous. You were so eager for work to end so you can pick up Miu and have Shoto over for dinner. 

“Someone is very eager to go home.” your coworker Jinni said. “ Yes I am. I want things to go well tonight. Miu and I invited someone over.” you replied and continued typing and fixing things on the online forms. “ Ooo you have a secret boyfriend.” Jini said teasingly. You shook your head and brushed it off. 

As you picked up Miu, Hawks noticed her red wings and her cute blonde hair in pigtails. He witnessed you carrying her and the little girl calling you mommy.  Keigo walked over. “Y/n hey.” Keigo said. You set Miu down. “Mingle with your friends for a bit sweetie.” you said. Miu took her teacher's hand and walked over to her friends. “How have you been..?” he asked. You pulled him aside. “ Are you kidding me? How have I been?” you said with tears in your eyes. “Is she..mine?” he asked. “ Red wigs with blond hair. What do you think?” you asked, crossing your arms. “ Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, getting upset. You sighed ready for the pain. “ Ever since we dated…It was obvious you never loved me Keigo. You never made time for us. You’d come home drunk. Your friends had to drop you off. You forgot about me many times when important things came up. You were so fucking obsessed with Macy. When you suddenly change, i knew after a while what you did to make me happy was like a fucking check list.” you replied, tears slipping. “ I’m sorry I made you suffer…If you allow it, I’d like to be back in your life. Be a family with our daughter.” he said, rubbing your arm and taking a hold of your hand. “ Keigo..I was naive and very young ... .I left because things were hell for me. I knew if I stayed then things would only get worse. I won’t and say I was fine without you but I was a mess.” You replied crying silently. He felt awful hearing you say those words. He affected your life immensely. “ I’m here now. You don’t have to worry about anything.” he replied. “ I’m sorry Keigo. You might be a new man now but..Miu is my daughter..I already hurt her enough with her not having a father…I wont hurt her again if you show up and then pay no attention to her.” You replied holding in your sobs. Keigo kept pleading and you were getting overly emotional. “I’m trying to make things right y/n. Meet me tomorrow at my agency, 1pm.If you don’t have anyone to look after her, you can bring her. She can have a tour of the place while we talk.” he said. You nodded and walked over to Miu. The dinner date went as planned. Very nice, calming and fun.

Saturday has come. You walked into the agency holding Miu. She was in awe with the heroes there. Luckily you didn’t have to ask for Hawks. He came up to you as soon as you walked in. As he walked over he looked at his sidekicks signaling them to the kid. “ Let us show this little cutie around!” a girl said, tickling her. With that they were on their way. “ She looks just like you…People are already spreading rumors.” you said following him to his office. “They’re not rumors. She is my daughter.” he replied, opening the door for you. You walked inside and sat down. He locked the door. 

“ Let me tell you everything. The truth.” he said. You braced yourself. “ When we first met I was very interested. You were smart, passionate and kind, still are. Everything about you lured me in. Then as we talked more I had the courage to ask you to be my girlfriend. The first 2 years were amazing. I then stumbled with work. It had me going back and forth. I started treating you badly because of it. Taking it out on you. Eventually things got back to normal. We did our best for each other and I always appreciate what you’ve done for me. I caught up with work and met Macy. I’m not going to lie and say she was always only a friend… She and I clicked. We hit it off. One of the reasons I would show up late home was because I was with her. The nights I wouldn’t show up… we were fucking. I don’t know why I did it. Those nights the guys would drop me off drunk…was me coping and feeling guilt for what I was doing. You gave me everything you had to offer. All your love and support. I had a wonder woman at home. I’d wake up, and you had my breakfast ready, packed lunch with an encouraging note attached to it, and had dinner ready at the time I used to always come home. You washed our clothes, had it neatly folded and hung. You made sure everything was clean. You’d wait for me everyday after my working hours. When it was time for me to come back to you. You even took the time to help me wash my wings. Every Time we’d have sex…the moment aftercare finished and you were fast asleep. I’d drink and hated myself for using you. You stayed even though I made it hell for you. You were wrong when you said I didn’t love you…It was my cruelness that made you believe that. I’ll always love you. Before I left for America I cut it off with Macy. I wanted to show you I can be a better man for you. When I came back the house was untouched. I looked around. Your clothes were gone, you left your phone behind, and there was no letter. These past years were a mess. I did my hero work. Stayed at 2. But I was miserable the entire time. All I could think about was you. Endeavour helped me get back on my feet.

I’ve changed Y/n. I changed to have a healthy life and be a better person. You were always in my mind. My heart has always been and always will be yours. When I saw Miu being carried by and calling you mommy, my heart skipped a beat. She looks exactly like me. I knew in an instant that she’s my daughter. I’m a shit of a father. I was such a crap of a boyfriend to not even notice the signs you had of pregnancy. You were 19 and alone. Having to carry a life on your own. I wasn’t there to help you as much as I could. I wasn’t there to see our daughter be born. I wasn’t there to hear her 1st word nor to see her 1st steps. Never heard her babble. I’ve missed out on so many things. I want to make things right Y/n. Please let me show you I’ve changed. Allow me to be with you and our baby girl. I love you both.” he said trying to hold back his tears the entire time. You cried as well. He then got on his knees in front of you, took a hold of your hands. “ Allow me to show you all my love,” he said. You nodded, “Y-Yes, one chance is all you get. I swear.” he stood up and held you close, wrapping his wings around you. You relaxed and hugged back. There was a loud knock on the door. He unlocked it, opened it, and Miu was crying with bandages wrapped on her knees. “ M-Mommy. It hurts!” she said. You rushed over to her. “ She tried showing us she can fly and then fell down.” a hero said. “ Sweetie, what did I say about flying?” you said, setting her on the couch. “ O-Only on safe ground.” she replied. Hawks ordered his sidekicks out. Miu stopped crying as you played with her hair. “ I’d like you to meet someone amazingly important. This is Keigo Takami. Hawks.” you said. You never allowed her to see anything about him on the internet but she has at school. You knew this due to her drawings. “ Yeah my dada!” she replied. Eyes lighting up. You sighed. You’re not surprised. Kids are smart. She had red wings with blonde hair. Even her eyebrows are starting to shape a bit like his. It made you upset. You wanted her to look even a tiny bit like you. “That’s me Miu. I’m your dada. I’m sorry for not being around… I was mean to mommy. I apologize,”he replied. He got smacked, Miu always had a nasty hit. “ Meanie.” she said. You smiled. “ From now on I’ll be with you both. We need to start you with flying lessons. It’s important.” he said, playing with her wings. She was so confused on why. “ very strong and perfect size for your age. They’re growing nicely,”he said. “ Dada can I be as fast as you one day?” she asked, raising up her arms at him. He carried her. “ You can be even faster than me, little bird.” he replied. 

As time went on, during interviews hawks kept getting questions on romantic relationships. If he has a type, if he’s interested in dating for marriage, or if he already has a special person by his side. He would laugh and instead of answering he would switch it up and ask the interviewers about their love life. This time he decided to reveal your relationship and your daughter, you talked to him and gave consent. 

Interview ( public interview)

Here you have it everyone this is Hawks the #2 hero. Hawks it is very good to have you this afternoon. 

It's good to be here. Thank you for having me

How are you doing today?

Good actually. I got a power boost with my lunch.

That's great! 

(the lady took it as a perfect opportunity.)

Did you cook it yourself or do you have a special someone at home? 

Maybe I do Maybe I don’t 

Come on #2 let us in. I’m sure all your fans will be happy if you do. 

 The crowd of people cheered

Alright Alright I’ll tell you guys. I do have a special someone at home. Two special people at home actually. 

Some of the fans were upset and others were happy. 

Oh my! It’s a trouple!? Who are they? Are they heroes too?

No it’s not a trouple. I have a beautiful, smart and strong woman at home and a lovely child. They’re my family.

The crowd went silent. Hawk’s a father!?

Hawks officially announced he’s married and he’s a dad!

The crowd then went wild. 

Can you give us any details on them?

No I’m sorry guys. I don’t want my family to be in the media. I’ll be on my way now. Love you my fans! Have a good rest of your day! 

He then flew away with full speed. 

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𓈒 🏁 ／ ⋆ ۪ Go big or go home TEASER - Lee Heeseung

(synopsis) ✶ famous model, y/l/n y/n, has caught the eye of famous f1 racer, lee heeseung, but how will they ever be able to interact when they're lives are so different? ᯓᡣ𐭩

f1 racer!heeseung x fem model!reader ✶ bad boy with a soft spot ✶ profanity ✶ more warnings to come in full fic ✶ wc 647

full fic = here

the sound of screams and the flashes of light and cameras constantly clicking was what y/n was used to. she has been in the modeling industry for many years now and it now unfazed her.

she was now used to the blinding flash and the aggravating comments the paparazzi would make just to get a reaction out of her.

y/n never had to worry about the consequences of the dating rumors because she had never been in one.

that was until she met lee heeseung.

y/n would be lying if she said she had never heard of lee heeseung before. she’s actually heard of him quite a bit.

she saw his races from time to time on tv, and she had to admit, he was pretty hot.

she admired his bravery to be able to drive so fast in front of hundreds and thousands of people without the humiliation if he ever crashed.

but y/n knew that they lived completely different lives and it would be considered “scandalous” if someone as perfect as her was dating some sort of car racer.

so she decided that it was best that she buried these thoughts deep down and forgot about them so her career wouldn’t be in jeopardy.

of course lee heeseung had heard of y/l/n y/n. she was one if the most famous models in south korea. she was the ambassador for many luxury brands such as prada, miu miu, louis vuitton, and so many more.

she was also all his team mates could talk about. every day, he would always here them talking about how pretty she was and how they would kill to date her.

heeseung himself thought she was the most beautiful person he’s ever seen but he couldn’t allow any distractions that could risk his entire career.

so when they accidentally met at a party, both of their perspectives changed. a lot.

they actually got along well and were having a pleasant time chatting together.

y/n realized that lee heeseung was not at all what she had heard about him from her other model friends. they said he was a reckless person and was quite rude to people, but y/n was finding him actually quite polite and respectful.

the truth is, heeseung didn’t want to make a fool of himself in front of y/n. but it was strange because heeseung has never cared what others thought about him. he was always out doing his own things and saying whatever crazy shit he wanted to say.

heeseung actually felt himself genuinely smiling and laughing while chatting with y/n which was a bit if a foreign concept for him since he was always seen as this “cold, bad boy”.

y/n knew she should’ve been more careful, but for once in her life, she wanted to be able to feel free and have fun talking with lee heeseung.

the next morning, she faced the consequences of her actions.

FAMOUS F1 RACER, LEE HEESEUNG, AND FAMOUS MODEL, Y/L/N Y/N, ARE DATING?

the article shocked y/n and she immediately rushed to call her manager.

“what the fuck?” heeseung whispered to himself. he ran a hand through his hair, reading the article about him and y/n.

in the article, there was a photo of y/n touching his arm while laughing and heeseung is seen with a wide smile on his face.

fuck. he was so screwed. y/n herself was an angel and so sweet but heeseung knew that she has a ton of fans that will not approve of him even being near her.

they would say how he’s too much of a bad influence for their “pure” angel y/n and how she deserved better.

but also, he was so screwed cause he’d already fell for y/n’s charm.

would he be able to stay away and save his career?

or will he risk his whole career to be with y/n?

sooo…i don’t know how soon i will have this fic out since i think it’s gonna be a really long one…BUT, i will try and get it out no later than a month? idk…

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spaces between us... nagi seishiro x reader

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synopsis: if blue lock was created to manufacture the world's best striker why should this opportunity only be offered to teenage boys? tags/tw:soccerplayer!reader, physicalcompetition, eating disorder mentionbestie bachira meguru, graphic description of injuries word count:1200~

In a world where the mantra of "eat or be eaten" echoed in every player's mind, (y/n) stood on the edge of an unknown domain, the clouded skies shielding her as she prepared to carve her name into history—her rightful future. The Blue Lock facility loomed large in front of her, its metallic walls gleaming faintly in the dim light of the overcast sky. The chill of late autumn brushed against her skin, crisp and sharp, making the air feel heavy with anticipation. This wasn’t just a game anymore—it was a battleground where only one would claim victory, and failure meant being forgotten. She took a deep breath, the scent of freshly cut grass and damp earth mingling in her lungs, grounding her in the reality of the moment.

Pressure was a familiar sensation—the weight of it settling deep in her bones like a tight coil, pressing down on her chest. Even when her knees buckled under its force, she managed to rise. She had to. Her heartbeat pulsed in her ears, a steady rhythm against the muted sounds of players shuffling into the facility. She wasn’t just another girl who played soccer; she had always been the girl—the one whose name lingered on the lips of competitors. The one who fought for every victory, clawing her way to the top.

Yet, beneath that fierce exterior, there was a quiet vulnerability she rarely allowed herself to acknowledge. Her heart raced as she scanned the sea of players, each one standing taller than her. The air felt thick with competition, a low hum of nervous energy vibrating through the crowd. They were stronger, faster—her insecurities, long buried beneath layers of grit, clawed their way to the surface. Blue Lock wasn’t about second chances. One mistake, and her dream would slip through her fingers like sand.

She could almost taste the tension, bitter and metallic, lingering on her tongue as her mind raced. But (y/n) pushed the thoughts aside. Had to. The familiar burn of adrenaline thrummed through her veins, igniting her drive. She knew there was no space for weakness here.

The crunch of gravel under her cleats brought her deeper into the concept of Blue Lock. The cold air nipped at her exposed skin as she walked, footsteps echoing in rhythm with the players beside her. Her muscles ached slightly from the travel, but it was the good kind—the kind that reminded her of the work she’d already put in. She couldn’t afford to blend in, not when her future was on the line.

Inside, the massive entrance hall loomed before her, swallowing her whole. The sterile scent of the facility hit her first, a mix of freshly cleaned floors and the faint tang of sweat still lingering from the previous group. The Blue Lock program was designed to create the ultimate forward, a player who could stand above the rest. For everyone here, failure wasn’t an option. It was an ending.

The fluorescent lights buzzed softly overhead, casting stark shadows on the tiled floor. She felt the press of bodies around her, the heat from the other players warming the cool air but doing nothing to calm the growing knot in her stomach. Each face was a reminder of what she was up against—each one of them hungering for the same prize.

Envy gnawed at her. Yoshida Miu stood a little ways ahead, her posture relaxed but with an undeniable confidence that made (y/n)’s stomach twist. Yoshida’s long limbs and effortless grace were the kind of attributes that made her stand out without even trying. (y/n)’s eyes traced the way Yoshida’s body moved—fluid, like she belonged here. The height she so desperately wished for was something Yoshida had been gifted, something she wielded naturally. (Y/n) could almost feel the heat of resentment rising in her chest, sharp and hot, but she buried it under a layer of discipline.

Her fingers absently pressed against her chest, feeling the subtle tightness she was all too familiar with. Her asthma, always lingering in the background, was a constant reminder of her limitations. She took a slow, deliberate breath, feeling the cool air fill her lungs, sharp but steady. The tightness eased but didn’t disappear. Just another obstacle to manage. Just another reminder that no matter how much she trained, there would always be things beyond her control.

The voices around her blended into a low murmur as she focused on the task at hand. She couldn’t be distracted. Not by the noise, not by the players, not even by her own doubts. The world narrowed down to a single point—proving herself. Her senses felt heightened, every sound amplified: the soft scuff of cleats on tile, the faint thud of soccer balls being passed around in the distance, the rustle of fabric as players adjusted their gear. It was all part of the battlefield, and she was ready.

“Hey, Yoshida-san,” (Y/n) called out, her voice slicing through the background noise like a lifeline to something familiar. She hadn’t realized how grateful she’d be to see a face she knew in this sea of strangers. A smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she approached Miu, trying to push down the mix of admiration and envy that threatened to bubble up. The warmth of the smile almost felt foreign against the tension in her body, but she clung to it.

Chestnut eyes turned to meet hers, Yoshida’s expression brightening with surprise. “Holy shit, Fushiguro-san?”

A small laugh escaped (y/n), the sound carrying a brief moment of lightness through the otherwise heavy atmosphere. Yoshida looked even taller than she remembered. “Looks like we’re teammates now,” (y/n) said, masking her nerves with a casual tone. “Guess you can finally help me out on the field.”

Yoshida chuckled, the sound rich and genuine, cutting through the anxious energy swirling around them. “Help you? I’ll just be following your lead, Fushiguro. I’ve seen you play; you own the field.”

The words sparked a flicker of warmth in (y/n)’s chest, her usual pride swelling momentarily. The tension that had been coiling tight in her shoulders loosened, just a little. The world felt less hostile with Miu beside her. From here on out, the spotlight would only grow.

As they walked further into the facility, the hum of voices around them grew louder, the anticipation thickening the air. (y/n)’s senses felt on overdrive—the crisp scent of sweat, the cool bite of the air-conditioned hallway, the low buzz of fluorescent lights—all of it swirling together to create an atmosphere charged with potential.

“This place is intense,” Yoshida murmured, her voice barely audible over the surrounding chatter. “I mean, Blue Lock… it’s everything we’ve been working toward.”

“Yeah,” (Y/n) replied, her voice steady but her heart racing. “This is where we prove ourselves.”

As they neared the locker room, the sharp smell of turf and sweat grew stronger, blending with the sterile cleanliness of the facility. The weight of what was coming settled on (Y/n)’s shoulders like a heavy cloak. The soft rustling of jerseys, the distant echo of footsteps, and the constant murmur of voices reminded her of the stakes. Failure wasn’t an option.

a/n: lmk if u wanna be added to the taglist <3 im planning this to be a little 6 chapter series. also its not only nagi x reader also blue lock x reader in general