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poly / ot7

their s/o falls asleep waiting for them - ( @heeliopheelia ) fluffFFYY

you take your engagement ring off during an argument - ( @heeliopheelia ) angst, love it

come back to me..please - ( @thinemoonshine ) text, angst, they want you back after they messed up but you´re over it. I read this when i want a lil angsty angst bc there´s a lot of begging and shi

leche of the sirens - ( @thinemoonshine ) dark romance, mature themes, revharem, obssesive and possesive behaviour, corrupt nobles!enha, siren!reader. GRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAA (insert that one pic of a werewolf ripping his shirt) THIS IS THE BEST THING I´VE READ IN A HOT MINUTEEEEEE!!!!! omg I literally DEVOURED this, pls pls pls i cannot wait for the last part

you´re short - ( @nikrangdan ) fluff, crack, love itttttt

when you block them from your spam acc - ( @heeslomll ) text, fluff, crack, THIS IS SO FUCKFIJR FUNNY LMAO

"i wanna break up" prank - ( @luvrseung ) text, crack, JAY IS MY KIND OF MANNNN, and riki LMAOOOO why is he like that. hyung ver. , maknes ver.

makeup voiceovers - ( @kairoot ) fluff, crack, this is so creative omg, I love itttttttt

posessive - ( @kairoot ) text, fluff, crack, DKJSADKJHKASD so fun to read

dear husband - ( @atrirose ) fluff, you doing that one tiktoktrend where you call them husband outta nowhere, so cuteee

pretty boy - ( @atrirose ) fluff, tiktok trend where you call them "pretty boy"

exe.enhaboy_stopped_working.exe - ( @star-sim ) fluff, making them flustered. the Jay and Ni-ki ones are my favsss

is your girlfriend single? - ( @star-sim ) fluff, crack, youtuber! non-idol bf! enhypen. when your youtuber bf finally shows you for the first time to his audience and the chat starts simping. maknea line, hyung line PLSSSSSSSSSSSS READ IT, ITS SO GOOODDDD

"i want to break up" prank - ( @enha-stars ) text, crack. "wanna hear it in spanish? NOH" LDSJHFSJFDH WHY WOULD HE-

"we´d make a cute couple" - ( @sainns ) text, fluff, crack. NOT jay asking at what time u had a thought last night so he can be prepared lmao

“If you were walking past a strawberry field and you were very hungry, would you eat a strawberry?” - ( @luvrseung ) text, fluff, crack, heesung aint even know wtf he did lmao

hands - ( @cypherchii ) text, crack, enha legal line. "aint nobody looking at that", the sunghoon one .... no bc author is so real for that

another man paying for your nails - ( @joysbaereal ) text, fluff, crack, JAYYYYYY once again being the standard

a little less scandalous - ( @bywons ) fluff, suggestive, bad boy!enha

"i miss being single" prank - ( @joysbaereal ) text, fluff, very suggestive, sunghoon needs to chill out LMAO. hyung line

for their doll - ( @dioll ) fluff, enha hyung line. items the´d have in their car just for you, soooo cuteeeeee :(((((

i´ll be your bf - ( @chaconnenha ) fluff, angst, jealousy & possessiveness, minor suggestive, "you're not his girlfriend, and he's not your boyfriend, but.." I LIKE THIS

the other man?? - ( @thinemoonshine ) text, jealousy, crack, they are NOT about to let their girlfriend be in the same vicinity or presence of another man—especially, not one-on-one.

brought the heat back - ( @neos127 ) toxic!enha, highschool au, the sunghoon one was sexy ngl LFJSDFKJSH

sending them dirty texts while being surrounded by family - ( @heejake-hoon ) hyung line, VVERY suggestive. SDLFKJLDKJFH STOPPP I HAD TO PUT MY PHONE ASIDE WITH THE JAY AND SUNGHOON ONES,,"Be careful what you wish for, baby girl… you know damn well this dick doesn’t play fair." HAD ME TEARING UPPP

when you wear their shirt - ( @heejake-hoon ) suggestive, hyung line. miss girl pls STOP with these, i´m delulu enough

last added! charmed by her - ( @xoamiiren ) noona!reader, younger bf!enha, BC WHY DID HEESUGN AND JAY HAD ME GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET

heesung

ex-bf! heesung texts - ( @fakeuwus ) crack, fluff, he´s SIMPIIINNGG

down bad - ( @boyfhee ) texts, crack, loser!hee, ITS SO FUNNY BC HE´S WEIRF AF UNPROVOKED SDFJS

hopeless - ( @star-sim ) FLUFF, emo!heesung, horrendously down bad! heeseung, cute sweet!reader. absolutely no one would have expected the dark, brooding, and rough heeseung lee to be hopelessly head over heels in love with the sweet, oblivious you. AAAAA THIS IS SO CUTEEEEEE

who r u? - ( @jlheon ) fluff, you and heesung are in situationship but none of the members knew your knew, so they make up all these plans to lowkey figure it out. this was soooo entertaining lmao, i loved it

jay

random texts with bf!jay - ( @enha-stars )

too sweet - ( @star-sim ) fluff, suggestive, badboy!jake, nerdy!reader, downbad!jake. Jay is scared he will hurt you in the future so he tries to break things off but at the end of the day he´s whipped LMAOOO, I LOVE ITTTTTT

say it back! - ( @star-sim ) FLUFF, non-idol! bf! jay, clingy cute!reader, whipped!jake, like fr, UGHHHHHHHH SO CUTE AND DOMESTIC

pics i posted on my ig story for my crush to see - ( @lattegyu ) ig stories, fluff, crack, smau, non idol!jay

pictures of bf!jay enha send you - ( @ddksoo ) text, fluff

jake

fuck buddy jake - ( @heeseungsbm ) smut, lowkey fluff bc he´s got a fat crush

texts with ex-bf!jake - ( @bywons ) fluff, CRACK, he´s down bad fr

pictures of bf!jake enha send you - ( @ddksoo ) text, fluff

pics i posted on my ig story for my crush to see - ( @lattegyu ) ig stories, fluff, crack, smau, non idol!jake

brought the heat back - ( @jayniks ) smut, idol!jake, giving him a bj while he´s on weverse live sdlkjlsd WHEWW

hello kitty meets batman - ( @star-sim ) fluff, angst, lowkey smut, dark horror creator youtuber!jake, downbad!jake, beauty vlogger youtuber!reader. fans had no idea their fav youtubers were in a long-term secret relationship. THIS IS SO GOOOOOODDDDDDDD plsss, i wish i could read it again for the first time

things we never said - ( @hoonigiris ) very angsty. it’s heeseung’s wedding, jake’s had too much to drink, and really, he just misses you. perhaps what happens after are the things he should never say. This is realllyy well written, i loved it

clingy bf jake - ( @onyourmarkks ) PLSSS i want him so bad :((((((( he´s so bf

taste of heaven - ( @moonstruck-muses ) vamp au, smut, fluff, angst, vamp!jake, human!reader. he´s keeping his true nature a secret. THIS HAS IT ALLLLL and the smut is so gewd too, pls i would love the see another part of this

last added! grwm to break up with my bf prank - ( @jaeyunwon ) fluff, LSDJFLSKJ JAKE WAS HEATED, so cute

sunghoon

texting bf!sunghoon - ( @heeslomll ) text, fluff, crack, HE´S SO UNHINGED LMAO

texting bf!sunghoon - ( @heeslomll )text, THEY ARE HORNY AFFFFFF

texts with ex-bf!sunghoon - ( @saursoob ) text, crack

sunghoon as your downbad bf - ( @jaeyunwrld ) text, crack, fluff

random ass texts - ( ( @saursoob ) fluff, crack, downbad!hoon

freaky bf!hoon texts - fluff, crack, very suggestive, downbad!hoon, mentions of pee kink,,,IKYFL

pictures of bf!sunghoon enha sends you - ( @enha-stars ) text, fluff

emergency contact - ( @hoonatic ) ANGSTYYYYYYYYY, fluff, exes to lovers. weeks after your breakup, sunghoon finds out that he’s still your emergency contact. i love it SO fucking MUCH plssss

the pussy eating competition - ( @karinasbaby ) smut, HELLO???? THIS WHOLE CONCEPT IS CRAAZZZYYYYYYYYY, bc WDYM there´s a competition of how many times a guy can make a girl squirt under 5 minutes??????? IM- it´s good yall

crush - ( @star-sim ) fluff, crack, non-idol! bf! sunghoon, sleepy!hoon, dumb!hoon. AAAAAAAAA i love it :( so domestic and fun and cute and :((((((

without words - ( @slytherinshua ) fluff, PLEASEE I NEED HIMMMMMMM :(((((((((( they´re so in love

sunoo

espresso - ( @star-sim ) dark academia au, downbad!sunoo, loser!sunoo nerd!sunoo, popular!reader, lots of sexual frustration. I LOVE ITTTTTTTTTT SMMM

jungwon

july jewels and music notes - ( @atrirose ) text, fluff, crack simp!jungwon. LOVE THIS, it makes me cackle

too much, baby? - ( @onlygarden ) smut, dom!jungwon, noona!reader, lowkey size kink, dacryphilia, overstimulation. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA WHAT IS THISSSSFHDFHSKDJ

xo (only if you say yes ) - ( @rinanextdoor ) fluff, popular!jungwoon, secret admirer!reader, PLSSSS i need to read the next parts, it´s so good. I can only IMAGINE to fluff

ni-ki

disclaimer: he may be 18+ but I don´t feel comfortable reading any smut about him, so there won´t be any listed in here

that's your bf - ( @jlheon ) text, on going smau, fluff, crack, onlinebf!niki, idol!niki. LMAOOOO niki is dumb asl, bc if i was talking to some guy online and he said his name was riki, and then he sends some old niki pinterest pics that can be easly reversed searched, I would also NAWT believe his ass

sweater - ( @star-sim )fluff, angst, hurt-comfort, non idol bf!riki, happy ending, he gets insecure bc he doesnt recgonaize the sweater you´re wearing,

boys night - ( @star-sim )fluff, crack, non idol!riki, where his six friends tries to help him text his school crush. I LOVE THISSS, such a fun read

random texts with bf!riki - ( @sainns ) fluff, CRACK, "if u were my ex i wouldnt get over u, i would start tweaking like austin mcbroom" LMAOOOO he´s so real for tar

pics i posted on my ig story for my crush to see - ( @lattegyu ) ig stories, fluff, crack, smau, non idol!riki

gamer!bf riki - ( @alvojake ) FLUFF, IM GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET RN SDKFSLHSJDFH this was so CUTE

necklace - ( @rikiislvr ) fluff, idol!riki, i WISH this would happen to me but i´m too broke to be frequenting the same stores as him alsjfha, need a part two asap plss

[rynwritesreid]

Pls can you write a SUPER angsty Spencer x reader where your phone dies whilst you’re out one night and he gets annoyed at you and starts becoming all protective and condescending and you’re like ‘you do realise, everyday when you walk out of that door you’re not guaranteed to return home so do you really want to spend our time like this?’

ILY

A/N: I absolutely loved this request, and I hope my writing does it justice. and ILY two. Even though I write smut the most, I absolutely love angst, reading and writing it, honestly break my heart please! Also, two posts in two days? Is it because I have a week of work? Yes. Expect more fics from me this week. Love you all 💕

Summary: what anon had asked for, but I added just a lil more to the argument, hehe.

Content: Fem!reader. Mentions of Haley and Will. Reader claims Spencer would put her in more danger than she could ever put herself in. Mention of drink spiking (reader knows all the signs). Over protecting Spencer.

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You knew that Spencer was protective over you because of job, you couldn’t really begin to imagine all the things he had witnessed, but sometimes it was just overbearing. You knew how to protect yourself; you knew what to do if you believed someone was following you and you knew all the signs that a drink had been spiked. 

But Spencer had set a firm rule for you, when you went out you always messaged him every half an hour to let him know you were safe and you always had your location on. But because you had already had a hectic day, and forgotten to charge your phone, it had sadly died while you were on a girl’s night.

“Why did you stop answering my texts and calls?” Spencer’s heart raced as he tried to reach you. He knew the dangers that lurked in the shadows, the monsters that preyed on the unsuspecting. As each passing minute felt like an eternity, his mind raced with a thousand fearful scenarios.

Spencer's relief at seeing you walk through the door was quickly overshadowed by the anger that simmered beneath the surface. As you met his gaze, you could see the storm brewing in his eyes, a mix of fear and frustration that threatened to spill over.

"I'm sorry, Spencer," you began, knowing that your apology might not be enough to quell his rising temper. "My phone died, and I lost track of time. I should have been more careful."

His jaw tightened as he took in your words, the worry lines on his forehead deepening. "Do you have any idea what could have happened? The risks you were taking by not checking in. I can't lose you; do you understand that?”

“Spencer, you won’t lose me, it was just an honest mistake. Okay?” you tried to stay calm, you knew he had every right to be like this. 

“It doesn’t matter if it was an honest mistake,” Spencer interrupted, his voice laced with emotion. “I can't bear the thought of something happening to you. I need to know that you’re safe, always.” His eyes searched yours, pleading for understanding.

“Omg Spencer. Do you realise that every time you walk out of that door you’re not guaranteed to return home.” You paused for a brief moment, he was honestly acting like you didn’t know how to take care of yourself “and if I am being honest your job puts me in more danger than I ever could put myself in. Look what happened to Will, all because of JJ’s job, or Haley. If Hotch didn’t work for the FBI, Haley would still be alive.”

“Don’t you dare bring Haley or Will up.” Spencer's voice was sharp, he couldn’t believe you were bringing up something that happened to his closest friends’ husband, and his boss’s ex-wife. His hands clenched into tight fists, the mention of his friends' tragedies cutting through him like a knife.

“Why not? Don’t you like hearing how your job could end up with me being murdered, tortured, or kidnapped? I have learnt how to defend myself Spencer, so do you really want to spend our time arguing over things like this?” you couldn't help the frustration creeping into your voice, the tension between you and Spencer palpable in the air. You both stood there, chests rising and falling with emotions too strong to contain.

Spencer's expression softened slightly as he realized the fear and anger in your eyes mirrored his own. He knew he couldn't control every situation, but the urge to protect you was ingrained in his very being.

"I know you're capable, I do," Spencer started, his voice quieter now, more vulnerable. "But it's hard for me to accept that I can't always keep you safe. My job... it's a constant reminder of what could go wrong."

You reached out and touched his arm gently, feeling the tension slowly ebb away. "I understand, Spencer. And I appreciate everything you do to keep me safe. But we can't let this fear control us. We have to trust each other."

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[kvrokasaa]

omg i was js thinking abt timeskip kaiser, a renowed pro football player, attending some celebrity event and seeing his mother there SKDJEK 🫨 can you plspls make it a short angsty(?) story w a happy ending pls our boy deserves it :(

take care <3

I tried to make it as angsty as I could, but I probably just made a comfort fic, I'm sorry!

Cw: mention of food, mentions of mother's leaving, kaiser being sad, crying, comfort, angst(?), happy ending, comforting kaiser helps cope with the recent chapter :(, not proofread, 1.5k words

“I seriously don’t know how you do it,” you whisper over to Kaiser, your voice trailing off to a quiet giggle. A smile reaches his face when he hears your giggle, you never fail to brighten his mood. “Do what, meine liebe?” He questions, the pet name rolls off his tongue with such ease, that you’re sure he practices saying it every day.

“I don’t know how you manage to attend these events and functions all the time. It’s my first time and it’s so tiring already,” you hum, grabbing a strawberry covered in chocolate. “At least there’s good food,” you finish. 

Kaiser snorts quietly. That’s what got you to come in the first place. He almost begged you to come with him, but every time he asked he was met with your quick ‘no.’ So, like the man he is, he went to underhanded tactics. He promised to get you good food, and promised that there’ll be really good food there.

You’re thankful that he didn’t lie.

“It’s about keeping up with appearances, meine liebe.” His arm circles around your waist when he sees some nobody looking at you with obvious intentions. “Do you think if I didn’t blow so much money on these stupid things people would still respect me? No. I have to come to these to show people that I’m richer and better than they will ever be.” You almost wanted to roll your eyes. But would it really be Kaiser if he didn’t say something super egotistical?

He chuckles when he sees how close you are to rolling your eyes. Although most of his words were false, some of them were true. If he didn’t come to these and spend so much money, people would not respect him. The world truly is in his hands.

“Okay you goof, I have to use the restroom,” you pressed your hands against his chest as you raised yourself onto your tiptoes. “Make sure to stuff some of that food into my purse when I’m gone.” You joked.

Kaiser followed you with his eyes while you walked to the end of the ridiculously big room for the bathroom. His eyes show everything, especially his love and adoration for you. He laughs a little as he turns his attention back to the speaker. 

But something catches his eye. A slightly tall woman, with blond hair but almost gray now, no. That’s not what makes Kaiser freeze in his spot, that’s not what makes his heart beat ten times faster. It’s the unmistakable red eyeliner. 

Anyone could apply red eyeliner, he tries to reason with himself. Kaiser tries his best to divert his attention back to the speaker, but his eyes cannot seem to leave the woman. His gaze must have alerted the woman because the next second she is looking around for the person.

And when her eyes fall on him, he immediately panics. No way in hell. She can not be here. He must be hallucinating or something. He needs air, fresh air. Why can’t he breathe? 

Kaiser leaves the mansion as quickly as possible, trying to get away from the stuffy crowd. But just his luck, she follows him out. 

“My son, I have been looking for you.”

You leave the bathroom, with your disgust intensified. Why are rich people so weird? Couldn’t that couple have gone home? Who in their right mind would be doing that during a fundraiser? 

A sigh escapes your lips as you make your way to the crowd, ready to tell Kaiser what you just witnessed. 

But when you get back to the table of food, he’s gone. You swear that he wouldn’t just leave you, and he would’ve texted you if he moved somewhere else. Maybe he had gone to the restroom too?

After searching for a little, you end up spotting his blonde and blue hair. But you see a person standing if front of him and he isn’t moving at all. Your brows furrow in a quizzical manner, who is that?

“No.” You hear him say, it was more of a demand than anything. “You’re lying.” The woman in front of him shakes her head, a soft expression on her face. “You may think that, but we both know it’s not true.” She opens her arms, her hands awaiting his shoulders as to pull him into her embrace. 

“It’s me, your mother.” Your eyes widen, why is she here? Why did she decide to come back now of all times?

“I’m sorry for interrupting,” your tone is soft while you look at Michael, a worried expression on your face. “But Michael and I should really be going.” “Who are you?” Her soft expression never falls, almost like she got it implanted onto her face. But you can see the truth, the deception, the root of her lies. She’s only here for the spotlight. She wants to be seen as his mother, as his savior. But you know that she will only ruin him. She will only make him fall deeper into the black hole.

“Oh, I’m guessing you haven’t seen the news,” you start. You look at Michael’s mother, your soft expression immediately faltering. “I’m Michael’s fiancee. It’s very nice to meet you.” You give her a fake soft smile. You don’t want to seem too rude, but you know kindness with a person like this will only lead to your ruin.

“Ah, I thought you were his chafure. You seem awfully-” “Stop.” She turns her attention back to Michael, her faux softness resurfacing. “My dear, you seem tired. Why don’t we-” “No.” He can’t get his head around this whole situation. Why has she come back? Why did she choose now to come back? Does she want money, is that it? Maybe she just wants to be seen with him. Maybe she needs her acting career back and the only way she can get noticed is with Michael.

But he doesn’t want any of that. He tried so hard to look for her, and now she shows up out of nowhere. 

Michael feels like he’s on the verge of a breakdown. 

His mom tries to reach out again, but Michael is too preoccupied to notice. So, you step in, your body in the middle of both of them. Your glare is icy, never relenting when you see his mother’s expression falter. She seems to be caught up in her own little world. Does she not know the damage she created? How dare she walk back into his life like he owes her everything.

No, she owes him everything.

“I don’t know you, but I know of you. I know what kind of person you are and it’s fucking disgusting.” Your tone is sharp as if laced with venom, and it cuts right through her little facade. You can see the second her fake kindness leaves, and you’re left with the disgust and hatred that Kaiser should have. 

“You are not allowed to walk back into Michael’s life when it’s convenient for you. You don’t get to do that. That’s not fair to him at all. 

Do you know how many times he’s tried to find you? You don’t, do you? He’s tried almost his entire life to find you, to find some sort of comfort in his mother. But you left him. You left a child all by himself with someone neither of you could’ve trusted. 

Do you know the first thing he said to me when I first hugged him? He thanked me. He thanked me for being there, for letting him breathe. He has constant thoughts that I’m going to leave him because of your mistakes.

And if you’re a good mother, if you truly missed him, you would’ve reached out in the past and apologized for everything. But you didn’t.

So no. I’m sorry, but not. You do not get to walk back into Michael’s life right now. He can reach out if and when he truly wants to. Please leave.”

Michael’s mother juts her chin up, a little huff leaving her mouth before she walks away. You truly thought that you wedged a block between Kaiser and his mother. You’re scared that if you turn around, you’ll see the hurt and betrayal across his face.

But that’s not it in the slightest. Kaiser is so proud to be called yours at this moment. He’s so very grateful to you. He has never had someone stick up for him in this way before.

Yes, he always acts as if nothing can bother him, even if he shows it on his face a little. But at this moment, he realizes that he wants to be held by you, he wants you to nurture him and to care for him. He wants to turn to you for things he has never received in his life.

Before he knows it, tears gather in his eyes, threatening to spill along his cheeks. His body moves on its own as he makes his way to you.

“Thank you,” his arms looped around your waist, his hold tightening ever so slightly. You thank the Lord that everyone has left or else everyone would see Kaiser crying and you know that he hates showing that to the world. 

You let those thoughts leave your mind, your smile growing back onto your face. “No need to thank me, my love. I meant every word and I will protect you until you’re ready to see her again.”

[worldlxvlys]

OMG PART 2 of “one of the girls” PLS OMG maybe a more angsty to fluff between them

deeper (one of the girls pt 2)

fwb! chris x reader

warnings: angst, cursing, mentions of sex

a/n: you definitely asked for angst and fluff and i definitely only gave you angst

sorry 😬

but i swear on everything the next part will be fluffy, i just needed to lay the groundwork 🙏🏾

previous part

“look, it’s fine chris. you’re just shitty at aftercare.” she spoke from her spot across from me on her bed.

we somehow had managed to go from talking about how our days went to sex.

“what are you talking about?” i asked, confused.

“i mean, in what world is you fucking me and dipping to go fuck someone else considered taking care of me?” she pointed out.

my face dropped at her words, “i- i don’t do that every time though, it’s happened a few times, but-“ she cut me off with a scoff, “that’s the thing, you do it every time, without fail. you just- you finish, you make sure i finish, and you leave” she shrugged it off, but it obviously hurt her to say.

“i mean, what kind of a friend treats someone that way? it’s like, hey ok! i finished using you for what i needed, gotta go do the exact same thing to the next girl! you don’t see how fucked that is? you don’t get how that would completely fuck with my head ?” she asked.

“i mean at first, it wasn’t like that. i didn’t care, i thought maybe you’d stop at some point. but after months of you doing this shit, i can’t act like it doesn’t affect me anymore”

i blinked at her, only now realizing what i was doing to her.

“and it’s not like i caught feelings and am in love with you or something, you can be with other people, i don’t care. but- i mean, right after me? the second your dick gets soft you go somewhere else to get hard again? like, am i that bad, or…?”

no, no, no. there’s no way this is happening right now.

there’s no way i’ve managed to do this.

what the fuck was i thinking? what was wrong with me?

“hey, listen. this has nothing to do with you not being good enough, ok? i’m so sorry, i never meant to hurt you at all, i need you to know that. you deserve better than how i’ve treated you, i know. i guess i was just scared-”

“scared? scared of me?” she asked in a low voice, her face clearly showing how hurt she was.

my eyes widened at that, how the hell am i managing to make this worse?

“what?” i asked, desperately trying to think of how to calm her down.

“is this about the whole liking pain while we’re having sex thing? because if you can’t handle that-” i brought my hand up to her face to cup her cheek, making her stop talking and stare at me with wide eyes.

“it’s not that, ok? i told you i’d never judge you for that and i meant it. there’s nothing wrong with liking that stuff, i personally find it makes you even more attractive”

“so, if not that, then what? what are you running from?” she whispered to me.

my feelings for you.

the second i realized that i was beginning to care about her in a different way, i started seeing other people.

i tried desperately to distract myself from her, praying that being with someone else would help.

the first time, it worked. until the next time we had sex, and i remembered everything that i loved about her.

i was overwhelmed by her, everything about her drove me crazy.

her body, her soft skin, her scent, the way she tasted, the way she moaned and screamed under me.

my senses were filled with her.

i assumed it was just physical attraction, which is why i tried looking for someone who could replace that.

but who was i kidding? no one could replace her.

and even if they could, i realized that it was deeper than the sex as i was staring at her now.

it was that beautiful smile that i was missing now while i stared at the sad look that i put on her face.

it was that look she had on her face when she wanted to laugh, but was trying desperately to hold it in as i made faces at her from across the room.

it was the amount of passion and dedication she put into the things she cared at about.

it was the deep connection that we shared when i stared into her eyes, my fear of intimacy somehow leaving my body when it was with her.

it was her.

it was always her.

and me? i was royally fucked.

🥀🥀🥀🥀

not too much on chris he’s about to eat in the next part (literally)

i may or may not have already written the next part to this 🌚

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[ajortga]

hey guys, lowkey kind of bored and i've been reading a lot of fics, you know when you're on that grind and go through all your likes and read the most smuttiest or angiest or fluffiest stories, yeah.

okay so, if you're struggling for what or who to read from for jenna ortega and her character's fics, here are some of my most recommended users:

first up, the first ever series i've ever read that i've feel in love and obsessed over with is @rollingsins all her series, omg. i started reading so many fics after that and literally one of the most talented in my head. IF YOU NEVER READ ALL HERS OR THREES A CROWD, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? literally all hers has changed my days around and has to be one of the best gf! tara series to have ever exist.

-@bingwriterxo, also one of the first writers to ever be encountered with, omg, her imagines on wattpad, i read them like every other day and her stories are so good for crying, binging, and such good angst and smut. i think i read like all her imagines in one day. HIGHLY recommend her shakespeare exhibit tara series.

-@wol-fica, OKAY, if i were to tell the truth, i read their stories almost every 2 days, they have such good drabbles for each jenna ortega story, and i personally love their fics because they are so fluffy or smutty. please check them out, they have me kicking my feet

-@melrodrigo, FIRST OF all LOVE TARDY SERIES, second of all, they have the same name as me, like crying, i have a name twin. THEIR DRABBLES ARE SO SO CUTE.

-@persevereforahappyending, absolutely so talented, i read their tara series he hung up and this isn't your fault so much, please go check them out, i love their work so so much

-@void-wolfie, ONE OF THE BEST ANGST JENNA ORTEGA STORIES HANDS DOWN. i honestly think that she captures emotions so so well when shes writing, like i can physically feel my chest go down during her stories.

-@crazyoffher, they have amazing works, captures emotions so well, i love the watchtower series.

-@tonyspank, by far amazing writer and works, i love their series, read their series pls, literally such good smut.

-@jazzyoranges, LOVE her writing, writing skills are immaculate, amazing work and is so good for if you're looking for angsty or smutty stories, cried when reading one of them and has such good writing skills, has the ability to make u feel goosebumps.

-@marvelfilth, if you're in the mood for some good smut, literally her works are perfect

-@writing-rat, so many writings to choose from and posts almost so frequently, i'm so grateful for fics like his

-@sorrowedpickle, HER WORKS ARE A WORK OF ART. makes your stomach do flips with her smut and writings, a lot of her posts are nestled safely in my like section.

-@the-oblivious-writer, LITERALLY ONE OF THE BEST WRITERS OF SERIES FOR JENNA, i highly recommend let the light in, i've read that so many times, love love love, i've been head over heels for that series.

@toournextadventure, AHH, i love his movie night series, makes me feel like im floating, check out his one shots too!

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im honestly missing so many people, but these are such talented writers, please don't hesitate to recommend more in my inbox, but PLEASE check these amazing authors out, their works are amazing.

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[decentishoutsidersthoughts]

I am in desperate need for sad/angsty/heart wrenching Sodapop headcanons or fics (pls I’m clawing at the walls)

I LOVE SODAPOP ANGST OMG

He genuinely did try so hard in school growing up. At first he just wanted to be like Darry, and then it was humiliating to see his baby brother have better handwriting and reading skills than he did. And Steve would try to help him with assignments for hours after school but it never clicked. His parents tried to assure him that he was still perfect in his own way, but it was very hard to believe. He stopped trying at all by high school. He’d rather fail because he didn’t try than work his ass off and still fail.

He absolutely refuses to drive across train tracks. He will make whoever else is in the car switch places with him if he comes across them. He crossed them once after his parents died, immediately started sobbing, and decided he was never doing that again.

I’ve mentioned this before but sometimes he leaves when Ponyboy and Darry argue and they don’t even notice he’s gone. One time he came back at 4 in the morning. Darry noticed that time and felt so guilty-.

He also cries in his old room a lot when they fight. A lot of the time he feels so alone and like they’re hardly even family anymore.

Soda loved flirting with the girls and stuff but good lord some of them make him so uncomfortable-. Or sometimes he gets women coming in who are WAY too old for him and he’ll have to do like the customer service ‘haha I’m 16…’ it’s a genuine problem

Deep down Soda knew Sandy was cheating on him but wouldn’t admit it to herself. He always saw red flags but it was all things he could convince himself that he was reading too much into. It didn’t help that Sandy would make him feel guilty any time he brought it up.

There were a lot of reasons he wanted to marry Sandy when she got pregnant. A big one was that he worried Ponyboy was dead. And he knew if that happened then things would change heavily between him and Darry. It was the first time he genuinely felt like he had nothing left for him in Tulsa.

He was so angry at Darry during the week Ponyboy was gone. But he also couldn’t leave Darry alone, and didn’t want to be alone himself. He broke down at work one day to Steve because he didn’t know how the fuck he was supposed to feel.

During that week he also scream sobbed at a customer who was being rude and had to go to the back room to cry for the rest of his shift. It was not his proudest moment.

[just-some-random-blogger]

Hello gorgeous !

Could you make something with a reader who is a very important fighter and in her plans she somehow married daemon as a second wife and made a deal with rhaenyra and daemon to respect and not threaten her people and kingdoms .

And when rhaenyra gets the throne , the reader asks for a divorce , breaking their hearts?

Stone Cold

Daemon Targaryen x Reader x Rhaenyra Targaryen

Summary: There was nothing more powerful than an alliance of two houses, and that was exactly what you offered the Queen and her consort to win the war. It was out of loyalty, but your heart was not as strong as your resolve.

Word Count: 2k+

Warnings: Mentions of death/suicidal tendencies/war, fem!reader, second wife!reader, angst, typos, etc.

A/N: Heya nonnie (pls read this)! I saw this ask and was like OMG FRESH OMG REAL OMG YAS but then the more i thought about it, the more i was thinking it wouldnt be possible, like divorce wasn't a thing then and i know i could just make something up but i- i- dont play like that. and unless you're ok with a modern au, which idk if u are, i realized i could not write this BUT THEN while i was ranting in my reply of how i think ur req would really play out, i thought fine i'll write it anyway dw its not a modern au, but it's also not exactly your request either. its still pretty angsty tho so i hope you like it <3 ALSO IDK WHO IF I WANNA BE DAEMON OR RHEANYRA IN THE GIF I LOVE THIS GIF SO MUCH T_T Tagging: @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda would you like to read a tibit of an epilogue for this?

Rhaenyra was my queen; she always has been even as a child. Having grown up with rugged brothers, it was clear to me that power was only gotten through force, through sheer will, and landed only on those born to be heirs.

And yet she was declared to heir the Iron Throne, regardless of her sex.

And yet she rode on dragonback as her long braids and ornate skirts flew with the wind.

She was living proof that my brothers were morons in their belief that women were less, and that if I wanted to, I could do what they did, even better.

So against everyone's wishes, my parents, my brothers, the whole of society, I stood where I wanted and spoke about my thoughts. Though I was not welcomed, I trained to be strong enough go go against my adversaries, not just with my wit, but with my sword.

I made a way for myself in court and in battle, and developed a fortress within myself that could not be felled, not by a man, not by anyone.

So when it came high time for me show my gratitude to my queen, I did not hesitate.

I pledged my allegiance to her, and watched her navigate her plans with poise. I watched her as she caressed her pregnant belly and felt my heart hurt for her. I watched as she turned to her husband, the infamous Rogue Prince, for comfort, and found it in his touches.

Oh, to be like her, to capture the heart of the heartless, and to exude such feminine grace even in a room full of men who doubt her capabilities.

And so I finally spoke my plans to her. I finally told her the loony thought I've had since the start of my stay in Dragonstone. Our families should form an impeachable alliance and strengthen our forces.

"You are suggesting that you become my husband's second wife?" Rhaenyra states plainly. Her hand is atop her belly, and her husband stood steadfast behind her.

"It would be only for show, my queen," I nod, "you are aware of my family's stronghold, and how they insist on remaining neutral through all of this."

Rhaenyra watches me intently as I explain. Daemon tilts his head.

"This would give my brothers no choice but to fight for me-- for you."

"And how would marriage guarantee that?" Daemon asks, "I am well-acquainted with your brothers' insolence."

"You are correct, Prince Daemon. There has not been a moment in our lives where my brothers and I did not go against each other's wishes, but through it all, they have a sense of honor, and they would rather die than allow our family name be put to shame. It is why they were so against the idea of me taking up arms in the first place," I cross my arms, "but since then, they have joined me many times over in my victories. They would surely not give up the chance to bask in our victory."

Rhaenyra and Daemon take in my words.

For a moment, there is only silence. Then they look at each other, examining each other's expression.

That night, I was married to Daemon by the traditions of his house.

After he kissed me, I turned to Rhaenyra and nodded to her. She offered me a small smile and nodded back.

Since then, we exercised our might against the whole of Westeros. Those who did not know of us knew soon enough that the combined power of our houses, along with all our other alliances, was not something to be taken lightly.

And so we were tasked to spearhead the war under Rhaenyra's command. Daemon would take the east, and I would take the west. Where one needed help, the other would arrive with their blade, still slick with the blood of the enemy.

Historically, men had done nothing but strike me and spit on my bones. Though he was now my husband, I thought little of Daemon. I didn't then in the fires of his youth, and I didn't now. I bring myself to care about him out of my respect for Rhaenyra.

Yet as time went by, and battles were won and lost, I grew to respect him as himself, as Daemon Targaryen, the prince commander of the troops, who knew exactly what he was doing.

"I did not think you were capable of doing anything un-serious."

I turned to him as he smirked. His eyes were on the my cup of ale, "might my lady wife spare me a drop?"

Daemon sits next to me, though on the ground, as I was sitting on a stump I found not too far off our camp.

I peer down at him as I hand him my half empty cup.

My lips part when he downs it and places the empty thing beside him. Daemon catches my look and chuckles under his breath, "oh, did you mean to finish that?"

I don't get to respond as he grabs my leg and leans against my thigh.

My stomach rolls at the sentiment. I did not know why he was acting like this towards me so suddenly.

He releases a groan as he closes his eyes, "you are my wife, are you not? Must you stare at me as though you wish to burn me with your eyes?"

That would only be the start of his affection towards me.

It was jarring, disturbing, really, how he would reach for my hair and brush it aside, how we would reach for my cheek and brush it with the back of his hand. He would not do it in front of Rhaenyra, and for that I was at least grateful.

I decided not to make issue of it, because it was not as though it was harmful really.

And yet it dawned to me that that was my mistake; he was an invader of my fortress, and I only realized when it was too late.

I could not calm my beating heart when we were ambushed.

It was not the blade against my neck that made me want to hurl, not even how the man who managed to capture me for a few minutes was gutted on my side and had his entrails gush onto my armor. It was not the violence that made my pulse deafening to my ears, but how Daemon acted out that violence.

"Release her now, and I will be swift about your death," he seethed. When he was not listened to, his face darkened. The moment he had an opening, he stabbed my captor in the gut. When I was pulled away by our men, I watched as Daemon rampaged the man with his bare hands, smothering him until he was deformed, until he was dead.

And then he turned to me, gripping my face with his bloody hands, examining my form, "are you alright?"

That was when everything changed.

Not only did I begin to anticipate, look forward to his touches, I began to lean into them. I began to look forward to his company, seek his company. I would worry if there was not word about him, and I would worry if there was, until I knew it was not grave.

I began to laugh with him, in the privacy of our conversations, in front of the troops, in front of Rhaenyra. I began to bicker with him unabashedly, for it became second nature. I began to dance and make merry with him, for why'd shouldn't I? Why not, when Rhaenyra teased us about it, when she laughed about it with us.

And then at some point, I did the worst thing.

I began to want him.

I began to want him the way Rhaenyra did.

I began to felt entitled of him, for after all, he was my husband too.

I allowed myself believe that it was alright, Rhaenyra wouldn't mind, after all, her husband was my husband.

But then I faced with the truth of how brazen I'd become.

But then Rhaenyra called for Daemon and he did not answer.

But then she gave birth too early and held her lifeless daughter in her arms.

But then he was broken because of it, and yet made no inclination to anyone.

But then I realized I was not apart of their picture, for neither of them even spoke their sorrow to each other, much less anything to me.

I was a fool to think I was deserving of anything. I was a traitor to them and our agreement. I was a traitor to myself.

And so I rebuilt my fortress, I pulled away from Daemon's touches and did not hold Rhaenyra's gaze too long.

I became reckless in battle. I dove head first into everything, not caring what the consequences would be.

It was because of my recklessness and severe injuries that we were at the precipice of victory. Daemon should have been applauding me where he was rebuking me. And Rhaenyra should not have been worried by her husband's news of me at all, not when she would benefit the most from my death.

Yet here I was, gripped harshly in Daemon's hands as I defied his wishes to stay in bed longer.

When that didn't work, he ordered me in the name the Queen to do so, because it was, in fact, her order too.

It dawned onto Daemon that it didn't matter which of them commanded it, I would not be withheld from the cries of war.

"DO YOU WANT TO DIE!?" Daemon demanded finally as I got onto his last nerve.

I did not hesitate to respond.

His expression dropped when he heard me say yes.

It was against myself that I began to bawl in front of him. I had worked so hard to keep my defenses, and yet it was all for naught.

"Why?!" he heaved, hands darting up to my face instead of my arms.

I shake my head. I would have to die first before I admit anything to him.

"I will have you chained like a madwoman before I have you succumb to your darkness," he quips, releasing my face, before dragging me to the tent post, undoing his belt and binding me there with it.

I cry out to him. I tell him to release me, of all of it, so that I wouldn't have to suffer.

"Tell me wife what makes you suffer, who makes you suffer, and I will swiftly end them."

I shake my head at the anger on his face, "Daemon, please."

"TELL ME!" he quips, grabbing my face again.

I choke on my tears finding as I allow my voice to betray me.

Daemon knit his brows, "what was that?"

"It's you, Daemon," I whine, screwing my eyes shut, "it is hell to be around you. I do not want this pain anymore."

He releases me, stepping back twice, "and what mortal err have I done to make you loathe me so?"

I peel my eyes open, chest constricting at the sight of him. I shake my head, "nothing."

Daemon's nostrils flare. He grabs my jaw tightly, face tense with hatred, eyes glassy in betrayal, "then why?"

I whine at the pain of his grip.

He heaves as he releases me, shaking his head as he walks back, "will you drive me mad along with you, selfish bitch?"

I shake my head again, "Daemon-"

"ANSWER ME!"

"Because I want you!" I blurt, "I want you so bad when I should not-- I cannot!" I grip my hands tightly, "we may be married, but you are not mine. You are Rhaenyra's, and I do not wish to ever come in between that. Not after all that has-"

I cut myself off when Daemon began to undo my ties. I myself began to back away from him when he began to rid himself of his clothing.

I threaten him with my words. When that does not deter him, I threaten him with the blade I managed to snag.

He was stoic the entire time. He asked me to kill him, dared me to kill him. Of course I could not. I threw the blade to the side.

He called me a fool as he undressed me. He called me pretty when he began to kiss me. He called me his when he began to fuck me.

I shouldn't have, gods know I shouldn't have, but I did, I let him have his way, because I wanted him to. I wanted him to touch me, to use me, to take his anger out on me. I wanted to for so, so long.

It was everything I ever imagined and more.

And enjoyed it deeply before I hated myself viscerally after.

It was clear at one point that everyone knew of us. Our dynamic had drastically changed from when we were first married to now. They all knew what he and I did in the dark, but why would they care, we were, in fact, married.

I cared though.

And I guess it was the will of the Stanger to allow me that one thing before collecting my soul.

I did not fight against it. I did not try to save myself.

When I decided to take the blow for Daemon in the battle field, it was not out of my selfish desire to find freedom in the shackles I bound myself in, it was because I wanted to save him, I had to save him.

He admonished me as he carried my limp body out of the skirmish. He called my name and threatened to do his worst if I thought of closing my eyes at all.

It was nice to have made it long enough to make it through the transport, to see Rhaenyra, and her and Daemon's children that I myself found to love in my own way.

I felt bad that they all seemed to be sad that I was fading away.

I felt bad that Daemon had to be the one to carry me here.

Where was Daemon?

"He's gone to finish the war," Rhaenyra said, holding my hand firmly in hers.

"You can hear me?" I mutter as I watch her sad face.

"Of course I can, my dear," she caresses my cheek, "why wouldn't I?"

I close my eyes, "I beg your pardon, my queen."

"No!" she calls, shaking my cheek, "you cannot sleep until Daemon has returned. He is but a fortnight nigh."

I hum, "she has been so lonely though."

"Who? Who has been so lonely."

"Visenya."

Rhaenyra pulls her hand away. One of the children gasps.

"I told her that I was not her mother, that you are," I sigh, "but she told me she wanted me to stay with her."

Rhaenyra is bewildered. For a moment she is unable to do nothing. She repeats the name she called. When she is not met with a reply, she takes another moment to collect her thoughts, "you cannot answer my daughter's call. Your duty is with me, not her."

Rhaenyra's face tenses when she does not get a reply yet again.

She calls out, one, twice. She shakes the hand in her grip, and remarks once more about Daemon, knowing that would do the trick, she knows it will, it has to.

A chill runs down her spine when she realizes was for nothing.

It is too late.

[goldsainz]

ur writing is so beautiful omg, so i was wondering if you could do lewis x actress!reader? something angsty idk

YOU’RE LOSING ME — one shot.

pairing: lewis hamilton x reader

MASTERLIST.

summary: you have tried your best, but despite your valiant efforts, he just doesn’t see you anymore.

warnings: angst, cursing, a LOT (like a lot) of taylor references.

NOTE: YAY A LEWIS PIECE!!! i love this man so much makes me happy that someone asked me to write for him, so thank youuuuuu 🫶🫶 remember this is all fiction, it’s not meant to be taken literally. also, there won’t be a part 2, so pls don’t ask for one.

[ word count: 2,6k ]

You loved Lewis, and you knew he loved you. It wasn’t a matter of love, it was about showing up and making you feel wanted.

You knew love. You knew it was sweet, and had its sour moments, but it was about resilience and the want to be there for your loved ones. And love shouldn’t feel the way it did, it shouldn’t form a lump in your throat when he kissed you, it shouldn’t want to make you cry, it especially shouldn’t have made you feel lost.

You had spent endless nights sitting in the dark of your shared room, wondering if it was time. Maybe those feelings would go away, you knew Lewis was going through a rough time with Mercedes and his pursuit for an 8th WDC. And you were so, so supportive, but there wasn’t much more you could give. Should you throw out everything you had built together, or keep it? 

There were moments in which you remained silent, keeping each thought you had to yourself just to not ruin your day. You just glared at him, hoping he would realise something was wrong, that maybe you did have things to talk about, but he never did. He just kissed your forehead, and carried on with his day.

You had become accustomed to him coming home late, to the weeks without him. It was a part of his job, and even if you had wanted to accompany him, your job demanded too much of you to do so. 

Lewis was a popular person, and despite being very reserved, he still had many fans and people that admired him all around. His attention was always drawn to others, jumping from conversation to conversation, pausing your chats to greet whomever he recognised. It was exhausting, but you pushed through because he was the love of your life, the one you had been searching for your whole life.

After-parties were the best thing after award shows, it was much more intimate, and you didn't have to worry about unwanted attention. You could let loose for a while, the pressure of always being in front of a camera leaving you as you chatted the night away, drinking every now and then as to numb some of your worries. 

You watch people laughing, having the time of their lives, while you wallow by the bar of your own party. You feel forgettable, but so needed at the same time, people kiss your cheeks and congratulate you for your award winning performance and the achievement you accomplished, and all you do is smile at everyone. You feel like a fraud, acting like you're great when in reality you are screaming on the inside.

“Is Lewis here?” One of your castmates asks you, making you search for him in the crowd.

“Yeah, he’s with his friends.” You say with the best smile you can muster.

“Doesn’t it bother you that he's not with you?” 

“I’m sorry?” The question startles you, tilting your head to the side as the emotion from your face fades.

“I mean, it’s not every day you win a golden globe for best actress, shouldn’t he be with you?” 

“He’s a very busy man, it doesn't bother me, there’s still so much time to celebrate.” You say with a laugh, brushing off the comment.

“Ugh, you’re such couple goals. It makes me jealous, honestly.” 

“Well, it has been six years.” You almost cringe at the bad joke, but fortunately she just laughs. You smile at her, bidding her a good night as you leave to socialise.

The party is at its peak, people are dancing anywhere and everywhere, shoes are discarded around as the dancing gets to them. 

“Y/N, get over here!” Miles, Lewis’ friend, shouts at you.

Walking through a crowd of drunk people is near impossible, it takes a lot of patience but you finally reach your boyfriend and his friends. You instantly sit next to Lewis, his knee brushing yours, but other than that, no further contact happens.

It should worry you, it does, but you’ve learnt to not question his attitude. You don’t want to start a fight on your special night, not with all of the people around you, not when he��s finally somewhere with you.

“Hi, guys.” You say, smiling at everyone.

“We wanted to see you, you’ve been everywhere all night!” The comment almost makes you scoff, you’ve looked for Lewis and he is always somewhere else, something always calls his attention when you reach him

“You know how it is.” His friends all laugh at the comment, but he just looks at you with a little smile. 

“Well, now that you’re here, the group is complete.”

“It’s always nice to see all of you, thank you for coming, by the way.”

“As if we would ever miss this!” Another of his friends says, motioning to the place with his hands.

You try to intertwine your fingers to your boyfriend’s, initiating any sort of contact to try and mend his poor behaviour in front of his friends. They’re all too drunk to notice the awkwardness, but you feel it, it has been suffocating you for months.

“I’m glad you’re having fun then.” 

The conversation flows nicely enough. It serves as a distraction from the indifference Lewis gives you. You’re the best at the party, you’re the reason the party is even happening, and yet you still fade in the background of his thoughts. 

“So, how long are you here in London for?” Riley, one of his friend’s girlfriends, asks you, a drink in her hand. 

“I’m leaving on wednesday, but I’m probably gonna be back in England for the Grand Prix.” You look at Lewis, who turns to you at the same time.

“That’s great! I could neer travel as much as you guys do.”

“It’s part of the job, but we make it work.” You wait for Lewis to support your statement, but he just looks away.

“When you get married, I need to be there. Your love story is one for the books, girl.” The mention of marriage makes you smile, it’s the one thing you’ve wanted with Lewis since you met him. It’s also the first thing that truly made you smile since you sat down with the group of friends. 

Your eyes look down at your bare finger, rubbing the spot where an engagement ring could be if Lewis ever asked you the big question. 

“We’re not in a rush to get married.” Is what Lewis says to her. It’s the first time he’s spoken with you included in a conversation, and all you can do is keep smiling. You push away the pain, the knot that forms in your throat almost makes you break. 

“We have a lot on our plates, you know? But I’ll make sure you're on the guest list when the time comes.” If Riley sensed anything off, her face is not anything to go by. You excuse yourself to go to the bathroom, hoping to get a way for even a second. And just like that, you desperately want the night to be over.

Arriving at your shared home is nothing short of uncomfortable. The silence while your chauffeur drove you both home made your eyes gloss over, you didn’t know how much longer you would be able to keep your tears at bay, but you needed to be strong.

You throw your shoes by the doorway, eager to go to sleep and forget the fact that Lewis indirectly said he didn’t want to get married to you. You’ve been together for six years, he knows you would love to get married, that if he asked you would say yes. It's him who repels the idea, though he once said he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, he now is in no rush to truly settle down with you.

It makes you spiral. Maybe it’s you who makes it difficult to get married, you know you're not the easiest person in the world, but Lewis isn’t either, but you never fault him for it. He says he doesn't understand many things you do, and you tell him you know he doesn't. You’re dying inside with all of the things unsaid between you, and he doesn't see it. 

You need him to say something, to do anything to show that he still cares. And as you watch him do his skincare routine, something you used to do together as he taught you how to take care of yourself better, you can’t seem to shake the feeling creeping up on you. That this won't go away, you’re not going through a rough patch, there isn’t a cure to your situation. You just need to let go.

“Lewis?” You call out, sitting on your bed as you prepare for whatever may happen. He hums in response, too caught up on his stuff.

“Can you come here when you’re done, please?” 

“Sure.”

When he finishes up in the bathroom, he goes to lay down on the bed. You watch him, how he doesn't seem bothered by the indecision surrounding the room, how grey you have become in all of your overthinking. 

“We’re okay, right?” It’s as if time stops. Lewis, who was calmly laying on the bed, has now frozen on his spot. You search his face in hopes to know what he’s thinking, but you can’t. You don’t know him like you used to, the person you hoped would never become a stranger, was now nearing that.

You don’t know if it's his long pause of silence that confirms what you already knew, but hoped wasn't true, or if it’s the fact that you can’t believe you hoped for any type of response.

“I need to know if we’re okay, Lewis.” You turn your whole body to look at him, silently begging him to say something.

“I don’t know what you want me to say, Y/N.” He drags his hands over his face, like the conversation is an annoyance to him , something he can't even consider entertaining. It makes the first tear fall down your face, watching the man you love be so dismissive. 

“Anything, literally anything, Lewis.”

“We just had a great night, Y/N. Let’s not ruin it and talk about this some other time, alright? I’m very tired, I have a very busy week ahead, and would like to rest a little.”

It’s a poor excuse, you both know it, it’s written all over his face. You consider letting it go, apologising as you have before, but something about his dismissal makes you angry. It’s the final straw, the last time you will take the blame for trying to fix your relationship, for trying to understand.

“Is that why you won’t marry me?” Your voice breaks in between your words, the raw emotion covering your eyes as you watch him close his eyes in frustration.

“What the fuck are you even talking about right now?”

You scoff at his words, “You said we’re not in a rush to get married.”

“Because we’re not. It’s not a good time, Y/N, and you know it.” His voice is cold, making you wince.

“For you! There’s never a good enough time with you, there’s always something more important.” 

“Oh, come on, don’t put this on me.” He stands up from where he is, making his way to the kitchen. You don’t hesitate to follow him, not ready to give up on your conversation.

“I want to settle down, Lewis, we’ve talked about this a thousand times.” You wipe your tears away, trying to compose yourself. “You know that if you ask me I would say yes. Do you even know how embarrassing it is to have everyone ask me when I’m gonna be your bride? All of our friends are getting married, so they practically hand me the bouquet now, and each time you act like nothing happened.”

He pours himself a glass of water, not looking at you, ignoring your presence as if he hopes his indifference will make you go away. 

“I love you, why isn't that enough?” 

“Do you?” He glances at you, and you finally see the look in his eyes. He doesn't want to fight you, he doesn't want to fight for your relationship. Despite all of the times he acted oblivious, he knew you were reaching a breaking point, he knew you were beating yourself over the impending doom of your relationship, and he said nothing.

You know your pain is an imposition. You know he tolerates it, and you don't question it. You just make your peace with it, even if it means to lie to yourself. There is no doubt in your mind that he loves you, but you don't think he loves you enough, not as he once did, anyway.

“So that's it? Our relationship gets hard and you want to leave?”

“That’s not at all what I said.”

“Well, it’s what you’re implying.” 

“I just want you to talk to me, to fight for us. That’s all I want.” You rest your elbows on the kitchen counter, placing your head on the palms of your hands, feeling tears soak them.

Lewis shakes his head, leaving the kitchen. You don’t know where he is going, you don’t make an effort to follow him this time. He’s losing you, and he isn't stopping his life to make you stay or even watch you go. 

You want him to choose you, you’re right there with him for all of his fights, always on the front line. You never hesitate to bleed for him, yet he does not risk anything. It seems unfathomable that the man you hoped to never lose, actually lost you. It seemed like so long ago when you believed forever was the direction your relationship would take, he changed and you unfortunately stayed the same.

You hear his footsteps near you, but you don’t lift your head to look at him. Not when you know that if you do you’ll truly break, you’ll have to say goodbye to years of memories, you’ll have to walk away once and for all.

You’re shocked when you feel him wrap his arms around your waist, his chest pressed against your back. You don’t tense at the touch, you would never, there isn't an ounce of you that doesn't crave all of the contact lost between you. It’s all you've wanted lately, yet it doesn't change a thing. He walked out a long time ago, and now you have to do the same.

“This won’t work, Lewis.” 

“I know.”

“I gave it my all, you know?” You whisper, and you feel him press a kiss to the side of your neck, but there are no longer butterflies when he does so, just a broken heart that won't start for him anymore. Your heart was glass, and he dropped it. 

“I know you did.” He whispers back.

You want to ask him, if he wished he would’ve put up more of a fight, but you don't think you could deal with the silence after. You know it’s not you, that it’s him, that despite all your faults loving him was never one.

And you’ll try to forget about it. Try to pretend you will find someone who will be equal to Lewis, but you’ll remain right where he left you. And you won’t talk about it, just act like it’s for the best. But it would’ve been fun if he would've been the one.

[lokis-army-77]

heyyy omg i see your requests are open, could you do an angsty eddie fic with a female reader where they’re fwb and she’s in love with him but he’s always reminding her it’s just a casual thing and doesn’t want a commuted relationship. like he’s hooking up with other people and after a while just realizes he only wants reader. i need him to grovel a bit tho cause obvs reader would be hurt but with a happy ending pls? smut is optional tho just incase you don’t want to write that in that’s fine :)

More than Casual

Eddie Munson x female reader

Word Count: 3897

Reader is tired of being just a casual hook up and only when she is gone does Eddie realize the mistake he has made, and one night he shows up at her door, wanting forgiveness.

Warning: 18+ riding, oral (f receving), begging, Eddie has a surprise mommy kink, angst, fluff.

Masterlist 

The air was clammy as Eddie pulled away from me. Both our bodies are slick with sweat and cum covering our legs. My body shook, muscles untensing from the powerful orgasm Eddie had just pushed me to. 

Out of the corner of my eye, I watched as Eddie shrugged his sweatpants back on and pulled a cigarette from the box on the bedside table. Lighting it quickly before taking a long drag. His long slender waist flexed as he turned and the ripple of the muscles, you never would have thought were there, sent butterflies through my stomach. 

Eddie always looked so handsome after sex. He never failed to make me want him even more than I already did. 

Shakily, I tried to push myself into a seating position and as I did so Eddie came and grabbed my upper arms, studying me. Looking into his deep brown eyes, I smiled sweetly up at him. 

“Thank you,” I mumbled, throat sore from screaming his name. 

“You’re welcome, Sweetheart.” He gave me a crooked smile and used his right hand to wisp a few strands of hair out of my face. “Let me go get something to clean you up.” Eddie stood to his full height and left the bedroom. My ears pricked up as the sound of running water came from the bathroom and then shut off soon after. Edde was back in the room in no time with a warm rag in hand. 

It was times like these when I fell in love with him harder. When he cares for me so selflessly after having fucked me within an inch of my life. It was times like these that shattered my heart completely. 

After helping clean me up and settle back into my clothes Eddie laid back down on his bed. I sat on the edge, wondering if I should say something. In the end, I talked myself up to it. 

“Hey, Eddie?” I asked quietly, hands wringing together. 

“Yeah, Sweetheart?” 

God, I hated that nickname, it always made me feel weak in the knees. 

“I was wondering if maybe you wanted to see each other tomorrow night?” I shot my shot. 

“Can’t, I’ve got someone coming over tomorrow night.” He said it so nonchalantly but it sent an arrow into my chest. 

“Oh, well, how about Thursday night? We could order pizza, watch a movie?” I tried again, hoping he would say yes. 

He sighed out my name sounding almost disappointed. “I told you when we started this,” he moved his pointed finger between us. “I don’t do relationships and I never will. Commitment just isn’t for me.” He shrugged his shoulders and I turned around to face his wall, eyes filling with tears. 

“O-okay. Sorry, I asked.” I was trying so hard to keep my composer in front of him. 

“I’ll call you alright?” He leaned over the bed and gave my back a short pat. I just nodded and stood to my feet, gathering up my bag and slipping on my shoes. 

“Bye Eddie.” I didn’t give him a chance to say anything else before I was rushing to the front door. 

I cried as I buckled myself into my car and drove the five minutes home, but that’s what I get for falling in love with an almost weekly casual hook-up. To be honest, at first, it was fine. I was seeing other people and so was he, the only difference now was that, after almost a year and a half, I was solely seeing him while he still fucked around. But that’s what I signed on for and it’s my own fault that I am dealing with a broken heart. 

A week later my house phone rang and was five till ten that night and the only person I knew who would be calling me then would have been Eddie. Slowly, I picked up the receiver and held it to my ear. “Hello?”

“Hey Sweetheart, I’m so happy to hear your voice.” Eddie’s gruff voice cracked through the speaker in my ear. “Wanna hear it in person, feel your soft skin, taste sweet pussy.” He let out a slow moan, like the one you would do when you’ve eaten something to die for. “What’d ya say? Be over in five?” 

I opened my mouth to tell him, yes, but I held myself back, the words dying on my tongue. I wanted to go to him but my heart just couldn’t handle any more of it. With a soft shake of my head that I knew he couldn’t see I spoke. “I don’t think so Eddie, not tonight.” 

“Oh, well, that’s no problem. Maybe next time then. I’ll see ya later, Sweetheart.” And before I could tell him there would be no next time, he hung up the phone, probably to go call another one of his girls or guys on his list of hookups. 

I went to bed that night lonely and upset, jealousy bubbling up in my stomach at the thought of him fucking someone other than me. 

Another few days went by and right at eleven on the dot, the house phone rang. I shouldn’t have picked it up, but I did, Eddie’s slow, “Hey,” filled me with even more butterflies. 

“Eddie,” I started, resting my head on the wall defeated. “I can’t do this tonight.”

“But I didn’t even say anything,” he chuckled. 

“I mean it, Eddie. I can’t. As a matter of fact I- I’m stopping seeing you altogether.”

He was silent for a moment and all I could hear were the shuffling of his bedsheets. 

“What?”

“I can’t be your causal friend with benefits anymore Eddie. Or rather just the benefits, we weren’t really friends.” I grumbled into the phone. 

“What are you talking about?” He asked. “I- what brought this on? I thought we were friends.” his words came out in confusion. 

“Eddie, if we were friends, we would have hung out without fucking. We never hung out, it was always sex and then leaving. You said no relationships and I can’t put myself through the pain of having you fuck me like we’re something, take care of me after like we’re something, and then leave like I don’t know that you have a plethora of other people you are giving the exact same treatment.” I was so close to crying as I gripped the receiver in my hand, knuckles white from how strong my hold was. 

“Sweetheart, come on-’

“Don’t call me that. I can’t think when you call me that.” I clenched my teeth. “Eddie, just leave me alone please.”

“I-” he sighed, defeated. “Okay. I’ll see you around town then, I guess.” 

“Bye Eddie.” My voice was filled with a sternness that my body did not possess. I quietly hung up the phone and turned, back to the wall, and slid down. I cried for what seemed like the thousandth time over Eddie and I knew that I shouldn’t be. He wasn’t crying over me. But the ache of unrequited love was just too much to bear without having the tears fall. 

Two weeks pass and I had neither heard from nor seen Eddie. I was still getting used to not going to his trailer on a semi-regular basis as well as trying to not think of him when I heard the phone ringing. 

I had tried going out once, to a bar on the opposite side of town, far away from the Hideout where I knew Eddie would most likely be. It didn’t end too well, at least on my part. The guy I had met had a nice personality, but as far as rebounds from men who aren’t actually in a relationship with you go he wasn’t Eddie. The whole time we had been having sex in his apartment, I couldn't help but compare him to Eddie. How when we first started, Eddie would have eaten me out, the taste of my arousal and the sounds of my moans giving him pleasure like he had his cock inside me, but this guy, although he caressed my body with soft touches and hot lips, just went straight in humping into me like some dog with a rhythm issue. 

He had come within seconds and left me to fend for myself. I slipped out of his bed in the middle of the night and drove home to finish myself off with my fingers. 

The night after, I was woken from where I had fallen asleep on the living room couch by a knock on the door. Groaning, I stood to my feet and stretched, making my way to the front door. As I rubbed the sleep from my eye, I unlocked the door and slowly pulled it open. To my surprise, Eddie was standing under the yellow cone of light provided by the porch light. 

Slowly I dripped my hand from my eye and stared at him and after a moment, when my senses returned to me, I tried to slam the door shut. He was the last person I wanted to see right now. 

The door didn’t close, caught on his boot-clad foot as he stuck it between the door and the frame.

“Sweetheart, please.” Eddie’s voice came out in a plea. 

I tried to push his foot back with my own but it was futile, he was much stronger than me, especially after I had only just woken up. 

“Eddie, go away.” 

“Please, I just wanna talk for a second. I’ll leave after I say what I have to. Just,” He sighed, looking down at his feet. “Please listen.” 

I thought it over for a moment before opening the door wider and allowing him inside, shutting it behind him as he walked further into the living room. I didn’t look at him as I made my way back to my spot on the couch, cuddling back up with my blanket. 

Eddie followed me, seating himself on the opposite side of the couch. He kept sighing as we sat in silence and it was starting to annoy me. 

“Can you please say what you need to so you can go? I don’t have all night.” The words came out in a bite, much harsher than I had ever spoken to him in person before. 

“Oh, um, yeah, sorry. I- I um, don’t really know how to say this to you but I think I might love you.”

His stuttering words sent a pang through my chest and stopped the air from flowing into my lungs. Love me? I slowly brought my eyes up to him.

“Look, keeping things casual is something I have done since I can remember. You can’t get hurt if you keep it casual. I was content to leave you alone until I realized that, weirdly, I missed having you around. Then my safety mechanism was the thing that hurt me. The thought of you not coming over made me sick to my stomach after you told me never to talk to you again, it tore my fucking heart out. I-I’ve never felt this way and it scares me shitless, but I can’t get you off my mind. I tried to block it out, I really did. Tried to go about it like I always do, just find someone new to, but every time I had someone come over I sat there wishing it was you. 

“I know you probably hate me right now, I would hate myself too, but I just need you to know this. That I am wanting and willing to put myself in a place that makes me feel so uncomfortable and vulnerable because I can’t stand you not being around me. I’ve grown used to you and I don’t know what to do without you.”

I sat there stunned, his words processing through my brain a mile a minute. The only thing I could think about was the fact that he said he thought he loved me. 

“You don’t have to say anything,” he responded to my quietness. “I said what I needed to, so ill be out of your hair. Just- you have my number.” Eddie stood to his feet, and I sat still as he shuffled to the door. 

My heart jumped as I heard the doorknob turn. “Wait,” I called out. 

Eddie stopped in his tracks.

“Do you mean it?” I asked simply. 

His boots sounded as he walked back to the couch and in front of me. I avoided his eyes by bowing my head, not wanting him to see the fresh tears welling up. I couldn’t avoid him for long though, as he knelt town and took my chin in his hand, bringing my eyes to his. 

“Oh sweetheart, I meant all of it.” 

It was hard not to forgive him with those big, round, puppy dog eyes he was giving me but I held fast as I removed his hand from my chin.

“I’m still upset with you. Don’t think you can walk in here, tell me all this, and then everything will go back to how it was.” I shook a pointed finger at him.

He nodded. 

“And I told you to stop calling me that, you probably call everyone that.” I huffed.

“But, Sweetheart, I don’t call everyone that. It's reserved, just for you.”

I hated how it made me feel special when I was supposed to be mad at him, but I couldn’t help it. Then, seeing him kneeling before me sparked an idea. I’d make him beg for my forgiveness. 

“Eddie?” 

“Yeah, baby?” 

“I’ll forgive you if you do something for me.” 

His eyes narrowed at my sultry tone before his lips curved up in a smirk. 

“What is it? I’ll do anything,” His large hands came to rest on my legs. 

I leaned in, lips so close to touching his, and leaned away, he tried to follow, eyes half-lidded, as I came to rest my lips on the shell of his ear. “Beg,” I whispered and I swear I heard him moan. 

Leaning back, I watched him shift onto his knees and he looked up at me with a pleading look. 

“Please,” he whispered, “please forgive me.” 

I hummed, “Gonna have to do better than that baby.” I grinned at him, as I took his hands off my legs and pushed a foot gently into the bulge in his pants. His choked moans sent a surge of power through me, a feeling so foreign yet good I was bound to get addicted to it. 

“I’m sorry.” He whimpered, “I’ll do anything you want, just please forgive me.” 

I grinned, foot still rubbing over him, feeling him becoming harder. “Anything huh?”

“Yes.” He nodded frantically. 

“Then, you can eat my pussy and I’ll think about it.” 

I leaned back on the couch and pushed my hips up, pulling my quickly dampening panties off my legs and throwing them out somewhere in the room. Eddie stared in wonder as I opened my legs for him, his tongue swiping across his bottom lip. 

He surged forward, latching himself around my clit. He let out a soft sigh at the same time as I let a loud moan fall from my parted lips. His tongue flittered over the sensitive nub and his hand came up to caress my thighs. I reached a hand down and lightly slapped the side of his face. 

“Ah-ah-ah, no hands, just your mouth,” I instructed and he took his hands away immediately. I smiled, “Good boy.”

The fervor at which he sucked and licked all around my pussy was enough to have me bucking my hips into his face, riding his mouth until I was so close to my own high. He lapped his hot tongue into my quivering cunt. My hands buried themselves into his long curls, forcing him further into my heat. 

I was squirming under his mouth as he kept going, eating me out like a man starved. My own arousal mixed with Eddie’s spit slipped slowly down the curve of my ass and onto the cushion of the couch. 

“That’s it, Eddie, doing such a good job for me, being such a good boy.” I praised as I teetered on the edge. He whimpered into my pussy, before pulling back only slightly. 

“Thank you, Mommy.” He mumbled then went back to work. 

The name threw me off for only a second before I felt the warm tingles of an orgasm. My hips thrashed and my hands kept Eddie pushed into me as I rode out my high on his tongue. 

Eddie kept his eyes on my wet cunt, the whole bottom half of his face covered in my cum, glistening as the lights in the room hit it. His face was lax and his body even more so, thoroughly pussy drunk. I smiled, happy as I was the one to make him this way. 

“Why don’t you be a good boy and let Mommy ride your cock? Hum?” I asked, leaning up from my slouched position to run my thumb over his bottom lip, collecting my juices from it and placing it in my mouth, moaning at the taste. 

“Yes, please.” He gasped, watching me lick my own arousal from my finger. 

“Then get on the couch and lay down.” I patted the cushions next to me and he did as told, hurriedly laying down. I bit my lip, turned on at how obedient he was being. I had never known I would have been so into being in charge for once and having Eddie bending to my will instead of me to his. 

Torturously I began to unbutton Eddies dark jeans and pull them down his legs, stopping when they reached his boots. The bulge in his boxers had me biting my lip, anticipating what I knew was hidden beneath them. I helped him take his shirt off as well. 

Sitting back on his lap I caressed his chest, nails scratching over his skin, fingers pinching at his nipples. He bucked up into me and I gave him another soft slap to the face. “Stop that. You get what I give you, no taking what you want.” 

He grunted but obeyed, stilling his hips. 

“Now, before I fuck you, let me make something clear. I don’t want you touching me and I don’t want you cuming until I tell you to, is that clear?” 

He nodded his head, muttering a small, “Yes.”

“I can’t hear you, baby,” I smirked. “What was that?”

“Yes, Mommy.” 

“Very good, baby. Now, let's take these off.”

I moved back off his lap and pushed my fingers past the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down to meet his jeans at his ankles. Eddie’s cock bounced up, hitting his abdomen, precum smearing where the tip touched his skin. He was completely hard, head flushed a deep red, and twitching. 

Taking his thick length into my hand, I gave him a few pumps. He whimpered at the feeling, hands balled into fists at his sides. I walked myself up his body on my knees and stopped right over his cock. Pulling his tip through my puffy folds, I exhaled shakily, ready to feel him filling me up. 

With no warning, I pushed him into me, letting myself fall onto him slowly. The stretch of my walls around him elicited sweet moans from the both of us, the sounds harmonious, like a song. 

“Fuck baby, you fill Mommy so well."  I bounce a few times, letting my head fall back, groaning out before looking back down at his flushed face. "Say you're sorry. Beg me to forgive you." 

Eddie furrowed his brow as I fucked him, concentration etched deep on his face as he tried not to touch me. 

"Come on baby, let me hear you." I moan out, cunt clenching around his cock.

""Please," he gasps, air entering and exiting his lungs quickly. "Please mommy, forgive me. I'm so sorry. Wanna make it up to you." 

"Yeah, baby? What's that? How you gonna make it up to me?" I sigh, hips grinding faster on him. I reached my hand up to play with my nipples, pulling and pinching. 

"I-I- I'll fuck you really good, have you cum over and over on my tongue. Won't touch anyone else but you. I only want you, mommy, please forgive me." He begged, hands grasping at the couch cushions, lip pulled between his teeth. 

"Yeah? Only me?" I reach a hand down to push against my clit, rubbing it almost furiously. 

"Yes, baby, only you. I've only wanted you for a while." He grunts then lets out a choked gasp. "Gonna cum." His voice wobbles in worry. 

"No cumming, I told you." I fuck myself harder, chasing my orgasm. 

"No, no can't hold it." He cries, but I keep going, pussy clenching around him tightly. 

My hand shoots out to his face, holding him to look at me. "You can, baby, and you will. Don't you wanna be a good boy for me?"

"Yes, yes I wanna be a good boy." He whimpers, cock twitching inside me. 

I hum, hips now rocking at an uneven pace. "Gonna cum baby, gonna cum all over your cock."

"Yes, Mommy, cum on my cock." Eddie mewls.

My head lulls forward, eyes closed, body spasming to a stop as I cum, juices leaking around Eddie's cock. I prop myself on his chest catching my breath before opening my eyes again to stare into eddies. “You can cum now baby. You’ve been such a good boy.” 

I let out a choked moan as Eddie pistons his hips up into my sore pussy, grabbing onto me as I fell forward. The feeling of him so deep in my count left me crying in pleasure and quickly cumming a second time as he found his release. 

As he came his hips bucked irregularly into me, hot spurts of cum filling me up and making me shiver. He moaned loudly in my ear, muttering, “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” 

I let my body go limp in his arms, struggling to catch my breath as he peppered kissed over my shoulder and neck. 

“I meant it, Sweetheart, wanna be only yours, if you'll have me.”

I sighed into him, pulling my head back to meet his eyes. I gave him a small nod, “Okay. And I forgive you, but if you ever make me feel the way you did again, I won't hesitate to hurt you.” threatened, only half joking. 

“Wouldn’t expect any less, baby.” He kissed me on the lips. 

Laying back down on him, I sighed, feeling his softening cock still in my pussy. 

“So,” I asked, mumbling into the skin of his chest. “Mommy huh?” 

“Shut up.” He grumbled, hissing as my cunt clenched around him as I laugh. 

“Sorry, sorry.” I kiss just above the spider tattoo on his chest. “Although I wouldn’t mind being in charge sometimes, it was really fun.”

“Yea1h? You liked that?” 

“I liked it, Eddie,” I confirmed. 

“Then we'll see.” I could tell he was grinning into my hair as he spoke, shaking his head slightly. “I’ve got a question.”

“And I have an answer.” 

“Will you be my girlfriend? Exclusively?” 

I popped my head up and grinned at him. “Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend.”

[vax-merstappen]

f1 boys as sour songs 💜

listened to sour for the first time in a while and remembered how good olivia rodrigo’s lyrics are. had to pair my favorite group of boys with the songs on a great album. this def got a little angsty because this album is pretty much pure angst so readers beware :)

if you like this, send me more albums to do pls!

Lando Norris

enough for you-

I’m sorry to say it but he would definitely move on for someone who he thought was better than you. I could see his girlfriend trying to live up to his expectations and needs. Lando seems like he would look for “someone more exciting” and the next second he would be gone. Also he seems like he would be oblivious to you trying “so hard to be everything you liked.” He has high standards that would be hard to live up to for anyone. I’m not sure that many people could be enough for Lando and this song is so much about that.

Oscar Piastri

driver’s license-

No because Oscar angst based on this song would go so hard. Him teaching you to drive but then you breaking up before you get your license? Sobbing… anyways. I feel like if one of the drivers were to teach you to drive, it would be Oscar. Also I can imagine driving through the suburbs with Oscar. Like maybe this is just my imagination so feel free to disagree with me, but like Oscar and driver’s license makes so much sense to me. Breaking up with him would hurt so bad omg

Max Verstappen

1 step forward, 3 steps back-

He screams an unpredictable lover. Like I could see him getting mad at you over something small but then being literally the sweetest person ever next time you see him. Like the passion and anger he has when on the race track could become a problem in his relationships. I feel like a relationship with him could involve a bit of “do you love me, want me, hate me?” Especially Max when first started f1 fits this, I think he’s matured a lot since then and Max today doesn’t apply as much, but early Red Bull Max 100% gives the energy of this song imo.

Charles Leclerc

deja vu-

The first driver that came to mind listening to this song was Charles. Like I hate to say it, but I see him reusing all of the romantic things he did with his exes with a new girlfriend. He would not be creative enough to come up with new ideas lol, like “everything is all reused.” Also I can see him doing “car rides in Malibu” like in his latest YouTube video and also telling “her you love her in between the chorus and the verse” since he likes music so much. I definitely see Charles angst based on this song.

Carlos Sainz

good 4 u-

Imagining an angry breakup with Carlos right now. He would definitely make you angry when he left and I can see him just moving on as if you never existed and you trying desperately to get him to realize how he actually hurt you. Also his life seems to be going great right now like “you’re getting everything you want” and “your career’s really taking off.” He is the type of guy to get everything he wants while you loathe it from afar. This would make such a great angst fic omg, I need someone to write Carlos with good 4 u right now

Lewis Hamilton

favorite crime-

I hate to say it, but I see him leaving to focus solely on his career. Which would lead to lines like “I watched as you fled the scene.” He would be the one to leave and would be blunt about it, leaving you feeling like a crime scene. Also come on, the line “I crossed my heart as you crossed the line,” is honestly so formula 1 coded and I can see Lewis crossing the line both physically while racing but also crossing the line in a relationship. This man would be so hard to leave and you would have been trying so hard to hold on while he was pulling away from you, like “all the things I did just to call you mine.” Ugh it hurts to say it but that’s what I’m imagining for this song :(

Daniel Ricciardo

brutal-

It’s giving Danny Ric being dropped by McLaren. “All I did was try my best, this the kind of thanks I get?” Like Danny definitely suffered at McLaren and this song screams the angst that must have come from that. Just imagine him blasting this in the car leaving his last day there. He’s “got a broken ego, broken heart” after all that. Could also relate to his hand injury, like with “ego crush is so severe, god it’s brutal out here.” Had to have been brutal for him to get his dream back just to have it kind of crushed again when he hurt his hand. Danny Ric and brutal just fits so well imo

Yuki Tsunoda

happier-

Ok because if Yuki ever moved on, he would be the ex I would want to be happy. But like look at that man, I would be hella jealous but want the best for him in life. It would hurt to be left by Yuki because he seems like such a genuine guy. Simultaneously wanting him to do too well but to not move on just seems like how a breakup with Yuki would go. I know I’m purely going off vibes here, but like come on! I would hope he’s happy but not like how he was with me. Would not be able to let this man go.

Alex Albon

jealousy, jealousy-

Out of the 2019 rookies, Alex has got the worst deal. I can imagine that he would constantly be comparing himself to Lando and George who have both have a lot more podiums than he has. Also having a teammate like Max at Red Bull also must have led to a lot of thoughts about him not measuring up. The line “comparison is killing me” just screams Alex Albon. Out of all of these drivers, he gets the most compared to teammates and the other drivers who joined the grid when he did. If anyone here is jealous, it has to be Alex.

Logan Sargeant

hope ur ok-

Logan absolutely embodies this song and I will die on that hill. He fits the physical description for “blond with eyes of salt.” I feel like Logan has had to “unlearn all of their hatred” more than a lot of other drivers, as he did have a not so great season and received a lot of negativity. I actively hope Logan is ok and that he is able to be happy despite his bad start in f1. He deserves so much better and that is exactly what this song is about.

[strongheartneteyam]

[ credits of the Neteyam pic go to cinetrix ]

Champagne Problems

Part 6

Pairing: Neteyam Sully x female!human!reader

CW: a lot of angst, tension between neteyam and reader, heartbroken neteyam, sexual tension, heartbroken reader, insecure neteyam, jealous reader, neteyam just won't leave reader's head, hurt/comfort (?), TRIGGER WARNING for some sensitive themes like reader showing signs of low self steem and not thinking she's worth it, friend group dynamic among reader, adeline and kate, kiri being sweet, reader misses neteyam and regrets dumping him, reader thinks she's protecting neteyam from hurt by staying away from him, spider makes an appearance, kiri being protective over neteyam's feelings, reader tells kiri she likes neteyam. Tell me if there's more, pls.

Here I come, finally updating this incredibly angsty fanfiction :') I hope y'all enjoy this. Writing this fic breaks my heart, guys… it feels raw, honestly. Maybe I'm just speaking like this bc I'm on my period + I'm listening to a sad Taylor Swift song but omg my heart aches rn

Not proofread. I'm sorry, babies, I'm dead rn. So freaking sleepy and finishing this at 5 am bc my mind just wouldn't let me sleep and kept forcing me to think about and write this chapter.

Part 5: The sand hurts my feelings

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It hits different 'cause it's you

I used to switch out these Kens, I'd just ghost

Rip the Band-Aid off and skip town like an asshole outlaw

Freedom felt like summer then on the coast

Now the sun burns my heart and the sand hurts my feelings

And I never don't cry at the bar

Yeah, my sadness is contagious

Hits Different (Taylor Swift)

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"Hey." Neteyam greeted you in a dry tone. He found it hard to look into your eyes so he just gazed rapidly into them and then kept his eyes on the ground.

His heart was broken, aching and his pride was shattered. Neteyam hated to see everybody around him looking at him with pity in their faces, knowing that he had been dumped by the girl he loved. He wondered if the boys - Lo'ak, Rotxo and Ao'nung - looked down on him now. Neteyam suddenly felt like he was not a good hypothetical mate. He had always thought he would make a good, reliable and loving mate to the girl he would one day choose to be his but you made him start doubting that after last night. He knew it was probably stupid but still he couldn't seem to get rid of those feelings.

You tried to hide your uneasiness but it was written all over your face.

"Hi." You answered Neteyam, your heart pounding in your chest, anxiety leaving your hands cold.

The pain you were causing Neteyam could be easily seen in the way his jaw clenched, in the way he weirdly looked insecure instead of confident as he always seemed to be. You wanted to say "I'm sorry", you wanted to say "Maybe I did the wrong thing when I refused to become your mate" but you had seen him with Munì. It was useless now, anyway.

Lo'ak looked at Neteyam, then back at you and then he would redo the whole thing all over again, like he was waiting for the both of you to exchange more words. Poor thing. He seemed even more tense than Neteyam and you.

"Rotxo, Ao'nung" Neteyam rapidly called, looking now at the Metkayina boys "Tonowari is waiting for us. Clan business." His voice was serious and seemed slightly annoyed, his face stern 

You wondered if Neteyam said "clan business" instead of giving more detail because you were sitting there too and he was mad at you. Well, you didn't blame him if that's how he felt. You deserved it. You could have been nicer to him this morning.

"Let's go!" Lo'ak spoke loudly, like he was trying to get out of that awkward situation as fast as he could

"Chill out, forest boy. We're going." Ao'nung teased and Rotxo laughed 

"I'm Metkayina now, fish lips. Stop calling me that." Lo'ak responded 

Frenemies indeed.

The boys left and your gaze was fixed on Neteyam's back as he walked away next to the other Metkayina. As you looked down at the beach floor, you wished that ache inside you would just vanish but life doesn't work that way.

When you looked up, you saw Tsireya's and Kiri's big feline eyes fixed on your face. It scared the crap out of you. They seemed even wider now.

"What?!" You sounded legitimately startled

"Neteyam told me and Lo'ak he was gonna ask you to be his mate at the party." Kiri stated

"And how the hell did every person in this tribe find out about that? Did he tell them too?" You didn't mean to sound rude but you really were overwhelmed by the situation

"It's just me, my brother and Rotxo. Only we know, other than Kiri and Lo'ak. My stupid brother overheard Kiri asking Neteyam how it had went, what answer you had given to Neteyam and he told Rotxo. I saw them laughing like idiots and asked what was so funny. That's when Ao'nung told me." Tsireya said, like she was sorry about the fact that so many people knew about yours and Neteyam's intimate business

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The day after that, you and the girls went back to Hell's Gate. You decided it was better to leave things the way they were. To let Neteyam have a nice, healthy and proper relationship with someone of his own kind. Like your father always used to say, na'vi and humans will never be equal. But he meant it in a derogatory way, with prejudice against the na'vi in his words while you meant something totally different. It was just natural that na'vi would marry other na'vi, not a human. The differences between both cultures did not just speak loud, they actually shouted like a mad person. You knew you could never get accustomed to being a na'vi male's mate. Not even if that male was Neteyam and just thinking about leaving him behind, thinking that you felt absolutely nothing for him, made you feel a burning, painful sensation in your heart. And of course Neteyam would be better off with an emotionally stable mate. Munì seemed perfect for him. 

You totally did not feel anger boiling inside your guts anytime you thought about her stupid smiles and giggles back when she was talking to him at the beach. She would make him happy and you were totally happy for them. The next step for you would be actually believing the words you just thought.

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One month and a few days had passed. You felt grateful that you had been able to dodge all the demands to go conduct scientific researches on the Metkayina tribe that you had received until now, asking to exchange positions with colleagues and staying in the lab, doing paperwork instead. You were doing everything in your power to avoid Neteyam. But you could never seem to be able to avoid the pain that washed over your body and the tears that wanted to come out - but never actually did because you were always strong enough to hold them back - whenever a sad love song started playing in your earbuds or in one of your friend's phones. It seemed like every fucking dumb love song reminded you of him.

After Kiri sent you a message almost begging you to go visit her, making you feel guilty and saying that she missed you a lot and now that she had her own marui, you just had to go to the reef and see it, you couldn't say "no". She was being too adorable and you missed her too. You asked Kiri if Kate and Adeline could come along and she excitedly agreed, so, the three of you used your next couple of days off to travel to the Metkayina beach again. It was a blessing that Neteyam had traveled to the Omatikaya tribe to see his grandmother Mo'at and was gonna be gone for a while, as Kiri had guaranteed you.

Kiri always had a very human side to her, just like Lo'ak. Neteyam didn't even seem like he was half human at times. He was extremely proud to be na'vi and wore his indigenous culture with honor all over himself. You could never see Neteyam asking to have his own place. He was too attached to his family - and you thought that was extremely cute. It wasn't traditional amongst the na'vi for an unmated young girl to leave her family's marui like that but Kiri was clever and she found a way to get what she wanted out of her parents.

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Adeline, Kate and you woke up as early as the Pandoran skies got clear and dragged your sleepy and tired asses to the Metkayina tribe. Being a scientist would never not leave a person overworked and exhausted. Like most mornings, you had drank way too much caffeine already for such an early hour in the day.

"Girl, how do you always look so beautiful? I could never." You pointed out as you watched Adeline make two thin braids to frame her round, delicate face and put her black curly hair in a voluminous bun on the top of her head, while the both of you were inside the science team's helicopter, heading to the Metkayina reef.

You had always found Adeline extremely pretty with her dark skin, voluptuous figure and feminine style. She always made sure to look cute.

"I don't know. I guess I'm God's favorite." She joked around and the both of you started to laugh

Adeline was also funny. She could put a smile in your face anytime, even when you were sad. You considered her a sister from another mother.

"You guys are stupid." Kate teased as she was laughing too and holding an energy drink filled with caffeine in her pale hand. She'd drink those often to help wake her up.

Kate's long, blonde, wavy hair fell gracefully over her chest. Her eyes were blue and she was tall and had an athletic but slim body. Damn, you only had breathtaking friends.

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Kate and Adeline had decided to take a nap after lunch in Kiri's marui and they asked if you would come too but you refused as you were far too restless to be able to sleep. That beach brought back too many memories…

So, now you found yourself sitting in the sand, watching the ocean waves break as they hit the shore with Kiri by your side. She had managed to make you say the truth about why you seemed so troubled.

"Yeah, (y/n), you fucked up big time." Kiri stated with that aura of wisdom beyond her years that only herself knew how to effortlessly exude.

You wanted to dig a hole in the sand under your feet and jump inside of it, hiding and never coming back up again. Of course you'd fuck it up with Neteyam. You had a cursed tendency to self sabotage. You did not know if being so freaking aware of it made you better or if it actually made you worse.

"Are you mad at me?" You ask nervously with furrowed eyebrows 

"(y/n)! It's not my feelings that you should be worried about! It's not my heart that you broke." Kiri scolded you as she looked at you with those big feline yellow eyes like she was actually horrified. You felt so bad for thinking it was kind of funny. "I know you don't wanna be Neteyam's mate but do you not care about him at all? Not even a little bit? He hasn't been the same ever since you dumped him and left. Poor thing can barely go train with dad. I think I saw him sniffing while hiding one of these days. Eywa knows that prideful teylu" (edible Pandoran bug) "would never cry in front of us."

"I swear I didn't mean to be cruel. I just did not know… how to react. It was sudden, you know? It's like, I don't know… a cultural shock? Humans don't go around asking people they just met to marry them. Or… become their mates." It would never feel normal to say "mates" to you

Apparently you had acted just like Kat Stratford in 10 Things I Hate About You, when she would cold heartedly refuse Patrick Verona over and over again. You used to always watch that vintage movie with Tracy. It was one of her favorites. 

"Don't act like it was the first time you two had met. Neteyam stared at you all the time when you came to our tribe. I swear to Eywa I've never seen him nervous to talk to a girl before but you have a power over my brother… it's fucking crazy to watch actually. He's like a needy, dumb dog drooling over you when he looks at you. It's even freaky." Kiri couldn't hold it back so she burst into laughter, hiding her mouth with her big but delicate hand

You were nervous as fuck but you started to laugh too. It seemed like the nervousness and guilt and tense vibe of the situation only made it worse, making everything even more funny and absurd.

"You know the worst part of it all?" You looked at her like a child who just broke their mom's most precious vase

"Great Mother, don't tell me there's more." Kiri said, incredulous

"I think I like Neteyam." You confessed like you were a good catholic girl confessing her sins to a priest

"You like him?!" She almost screamed

"You don't need to declare it out loud for the whole reef to hear!" You got slightly mad

"You teylu!" She smirked as she moved her head from side to side in disapproval "Why the hell did you dump him then?"

"I don't know, Kiri. Don't judge me, okay?" You put both your hands over your face, hiding it and moving your head from side to side yourself this time. 

At least you knew your attitude had been controversial and confusing to say the least. They say the first steps to recovery are realizing and admitting you're insane.

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It was now eclipse. You were inside Kiri's home with her and your human friends. Kate and Adeline were finishing unpacking their bags.

"Guys, I'm going out for some fresh air, okay?" You said, trying to find an excuse to get out of that marui filled with girls - human and na'vi.

"You've been acting weird lately." Adeline pointed out "Spending too much time alone."

Kiri discreetly looked at you with a look of concern in her face, as she was the only one of the girls who knew the reason behind your strange demeanor.

"I just need some air. I'll be back soon." You spoke as you walked towards the door of the marui

"Don't go in the ocean! It could be dangerous!" Kate yelled. She was the "mom friend" of the group.

"I know!" You laughed "I'm not stupid. I'm a scientist too. But thanks for your concern."

You walked through the beach for a while, trying to take a certain tall, handsome blue alien out of your mind when you saw Spider walking in the area too. He waved at you and you waved back.

You weren't as close to Spider as you were to Kiri and Lo'ak but you did love his company.

You sat on the sand with him, looking at the ocean, just like you had done with Kiri earlier and you two started to catch up and eventually the talk got deeper, more philosophical.

"Don't you feel crazy, Spider? Living among beings of another species? Don't you feel… left out?" Your eyes looked at him with genuine doubt in them

"I do, sometimes." He sighs "Especially because of how Mrs Sully acts towards me, at times" the both of you laughed quickly "But this place is my home. I was born in Pandora, I know nowhere else that I could call home. And also, I grew up around Lo'ak, Kiri, Neteyam and Tuk. They're family to me, even if not related by blood. It doesn't really matter in the end, family are the ones who are there for you. Not your bloodline." 

"Oh my God, I totally agree!" You rapidly say in a slight loud tone, chuckling, like you wanted to emphasize how much you shared the same opinion with him

"So..." You pondered if you should tell him or not "Neteyam talked to me last-"

"Yeah, I know. Ao'nung told me." Spider interrupted

"Of course he did..." You rolled your eyes and sighed. So everybody knew already...

Spider chuckled softly.

"Anyways, Neteyam calls me tawtute. I think it's funny that he calls me "human", but in na'vi"

"Yeah, that's him being affectionate towards you. He likes you. A lot." Spider pointed out

You stoped smiling and your heart started feeling painful.

"He probably hates me now, actually. I totally blew it off. I was really insensitive towards him." Shame and regret covered your face, as you were crestfallen

"Have you ever thought about apologizing?"

"Yeah, of course I have. Many times. I just…" You hesitated "I guess I can't face him now."

"Oh, c'mon. I know you can do it. Isn't it worse to be feeling guilty and sad and let Neteyam think you don't feel sorry for hurting him?"

"You have a point, Spider. God, I hate it when you're right." You laughed and slapped his arm softly, in a playful manner

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Adeline and Kate slept peacefully next to you, each one of them in a different mat - but the three mats had been placed next to the other. You, on the other hand, hadn't been able to sleep well in almost two months. Kiri told you and the girls she was gonna stay up and she now was, at the corner of the marui, making herself a new beaded necklace in the light of a tiny fire she had lit up.

As you laid quietly in your mat with your eyes closed but wide awake, you heard footsteps inside the marui. You could not believe it when you opened your eyes and you saw it was Neteyam. His tall, slender figure and head full of thin braids that danced in the air as he moved made you recognize him immediately, even in the dark of the eclipse.

Damn! Wasn't he supposed to be in the Omatikaya tribe right now? And what the hell was he even doing here instead of going to his parents' marui?

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satoru gojo fic rec

main masterlist

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i´ll be constantly updating this list so make sure to check it out often for new recs ;)))

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disclaimer: if you came back looking for that one fire fic and you can´t find it, it´s bc it doesn't exist anymore :( so i deleted it

LAST UPDATED: 08/08/2024

gojo

gojo eating you out - ( @happybird16 )

gojo x dacryphilia - ( @happybird16 )

gojo loves fat pussy - ( @tohokuu )

sending gojo an accidental nude so he sends you a whole video - ( @satoruhour )

gojo tried to give himself a haircut and now wants to go bald - ( @enkvyu ) this is fuNNY ksksks, I love the banter

trying to break up with yandere!gojo - ( @peachsayshi ) yep, we´re talkin about lovesick toxic obsessed type of gojo, break up????? you know better than to tell him that sooo since you´re acting dUMB he has to fucc so sense into you bc, clearly, you forgot who tf ur talking to - LDKJSDFJDJFHLSHFLSHDF but he´s not rough bc he luvss you a lot

insecure bully!gojo - ( @saetoru ) angst, lil fluff, he´s a bully and he´s in love, but its not enough. part 2

the horniest - ( @arminsumi ) smut, ITS SO GOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDD, he´s horny af, pussy drunk, obsessed, borderline crazy for that wap

phone calls - ( @kingkonoha ) slice of life, hubby!gojo, dilf!gojo, his wife and his daughter are his only priority, this is so sdkfjskdjfh :´( i love it

best of the best - ( @saetoru ) smut, fwb! satoru, big sHIT talker omg, he lit asks you to be his gf wHILE he´s making you cum,,,,,best bf ever tho

love struck - ( @xxsabitoxx ) fluffy, ex-fuckboy!satoru, he´s experiencing love for the first time :((((( IT´S SO CUTEEEEEEEEEE

love dumb - ( @arminsumi ) fluff, blurb, you make him lose his composure, can´t even focus bc you´re over there existing, someone should make a longer version of this! so good

too much - ( @risuola ) ANGSTTTYYYY, fluff too, reader and gojo are in a situationship kinda thing where they live together and love each other but nothing has been said yet, they get into an argument bc gojo has a big mouth and says a lot of hurtful things, they´re both just so exhausted

i know you still think about the times we had - ( @saetoru ) angst, fluff, rich bf!gojo, his father makes you break up with him, it´s so angsty omg, they get into this HUGE argument bc gojo´s dad is a controlling mf

sanctuary - ( @arminsumi ) fluff, lowkey angst, weak!reader, bully!gojo, nah he´s just in love but doesn´t know how to say it

the road to falling in love - ( @itadorey ) fluff, strangers to lovers, it´s a collection o moments where keeps falling harder for you, I LOVE ITTTTT, sdkfjhskdjf it´s kinda slow burn but not boring at all

yuji finds out gojo has a family - ( @kingkonoha ) fluff, lowkey angst, hubby!gojo, dad!gojo, so,,, this made me cry, i love yuji sm he deserves the world :( this is part two and it also made me crY MY MF EYES OUT :))))))))

i´ll meet you forever in this memory - ( @gorejo ) fluff, college au, married life au, it´s so good, he lit has this big ass plan to make you fall for him, and i mean big, like planned way ahead lmao, 10 years later he´s still asking you to go out with him,,,,even if you´re already married sdlfkjkdfhlsdjh so so cute

can´t stop drinking - ( @kingkonoha ) ANGST, death, blood, dad!gojo, husband!gojo, mentions of wanting to die, a curse kills you and your son allegedly but in reality the elders had lied to him all these years, part 2 made me fucking cry, PLEASEEE I NEED PART 3

hype man - ( @satoruoo ) crack, fluff, supportive bf!gojo, he´s such an amazing bf :( “damn, my girl ran you over with a bus, reversed, then got out and shot you twice in the foot? what did you do?? sounds like a you issue.” LMAOOOOO this is so cute and funny at the same time, i love it, such a gojo thing to say

flicker of flame - ( @tteokdoroki ) fluff, nervous soon to be dad!gojo, pregnant!reader, he´s going to be the best dad ever

mirror´s pov - ( @teddybeartoji ) smut, "satoru likes jerking off in front of a mirror" YUP, a whole POV of him beating his meat to the thought of you BEAUTIFULLY written, very detailed

missionary - ( @babiexiao ) smut, fluff, THIS IS SO :(((( so beautiful

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pls anything angsty.

i 100% went overboard with this one but this is hands down my favorite thing i have ever written.

Look of Love

pairings: vinnie hacker x best friend reader

warnings: angst, swearing (minor), brief violence (literally a single punch), name calling... i think that's all????

not giving a summary this time just read it omg

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Vinnie let out a sigh as he walked up the stairs into the venue of the wedding hall. The boy gazed in awe looking at all the green and gold that decorated the rows of chairs in the predominantly white hall.

The chandelier that hung from the ceiling and perfectly centered by the altar. The small wooden pergola at the altar that was scattered with green vines and white flowers with small touches of gold in the center.

The boy swallowed at the sight of the altar, tearing his gaze away as he glanced around at the other guests that trickled in. He made his way down the white runner that laid pristinely down the aisle while glancing at the name cards that sat on the white and gold chairs.

Vinnie reached the front of the seating, glancing at the first chair to his left where his name card sat. He felt the corner of his lips curl up as he recognized the handwriting of Y/N.

Gently, he picked up the small piece of paper, and sat down with it in his hands. His eyes wandered around the venue.

This is so Y/N

He thought to himself as he observed the floor to ceiling windows and the wooden beams that ran across the ceiling.

Y/N.

His best friend.

Vinnie felt his stomach turn at the thought of her name.

When he first got the invite, nausea flooded his body. Even though he knew the wedding was happening, seeing the invite made him dizzy. The full body urge to not show up was very convincing to him. However, he knew he had to show. Not for anyone but her. He had to be there for his best friend.

Vinnie looked down at the name card, playing with the corners of it mindlessly before hearing hurried footsteps get closer and closer to him, making him glance up.

“Thank goodness you’re here.” Y/N’s mom rushed out, breathing in relief at the sight of the boy.

“What’s wrong?” Vinnie asked, eyebrows furrowing with concern as Y/N’s mom moved her hands in a ‘come here’ motion.

“Follow me. She’s freaking out. She needs you.” At the mention of Y/N, he quickly stood from his seat, dropping the card on the ground carelessly as he followed her mom back down the aisle and towards the back rooms of the venue.

Vinnie eyed the group of bridesmaids that littered around the door with the slight panic tension filling the air.

“Y/N open up!” Her older sister shouted, banging on the door.

No response.

“Watch out.” Vinnie spoke, making his way up to the wooden door.

“Oh thank god. She kicked us all out.” Her sister replied, moving backwards as Vinnie held his fist up to the door.

3 knocks. Pause.

2 knocks. Pause.

1 knock.

Their own knocking combination they came up with years ago.

Vinnie lowered his arm and closed his eyes. Waiting for some type of response before hearing the soft click of the lock.

He looked back at the bridesmaids and her mom. Giving them a small nod before turning the silver door handle, opening it up just enough for him to slide in. Once he got in, he shut the door and locked it again.

Letting out a breath, he turned around, stopping immediately in his tracks as his entire body froze.

Y/N.

All dressed in her wedding dress. the white lace that scattered among the top of her torso in a corset that hugged her snuggly. The end of the lace flowing into a cascade of white tulle that shimmered slightly in the light.

Her hair was styled in a low bun of some sort, Vinnie not knowing exactly what to call it, with small curled pieces hanging to frame her face.

He was in awe of her. She looked absolutely stunning, and that to Vinnie was still an understatement.

She was and has always been so beautiful to him.

“Vin,” The boy snapped out of his gaze as his eyes found hers from across the room.

“You look beautiful bug.” Vinnie spoke, clearing his throat as he shoved his hands in his pockets.

“Thanks.” Her voice was so soft, slightly above a whisper as Vinnie walked towards the couch, snapping and pointing to it as a signal for her to sit with him.

Vinnie sat at an angle, his face towards hers as she sat straight forward, eyes focused in front of her.

“What’s up? Talk to me.” He spoke, watching as her shoulders raised up and down from the breath she took in.

“I don’t know.” She shook her head slightly as her mascara clad lashes closed together before opening again.

“Okay. Well let’s try this. What’s going through your mind right now?” Y/N lowered her face into her hands, eyes darting randomly around the dressing room as a beat of silence fell upon the two.

“I’m scared.” Vinnie could barely hear her voice. Those two words made his heart hurt as he furrowed his brows at her.

“Of what bug?” The nickname he gave her at the start of their friendship when they were in their early teens as she was obsessed with butterflies, lady bugs, and caterpillars.

“What if I’m making a mistake?” The girl looked up, her big watery eyes locking with Vinnie’s. The sight of her eyes brimming with tears on what is supposed to be the happiest day of her life made his chest ache.

“No no, no tears sweetie. Don’t ruin your makeup.” Vinnie shook his head lightly, leaning forward to the table in front of them to grab a tissue. The boy scooted toward her to lightly dab the tissue under her eyes, making sure to not smudge any of her makeup out of place.

He set the tissue on the table, placing his hand on her back as he rubbed soothing circles on her warm skin.

“Listen bug, I know this is a big change and an even bigger moment for you. But babes, this is what you’ve always wanted. Ever since you met Brad you’ve told me you wanted to be with him and marry him.” As Vinnie spoke those words, he felt his own heart start to crack. Knowing he shouldn’t be comforting her about another guy.

“Brad loves you Y/N. And I know you love him. I know it seems scary but you can do this. If there is anyone who can do this, it’s you.” Y/N looked up at him, her stomach turning in some way that she couldn’t pinpoint the feeling.

At the same time, she felt comforted. Vinnie was always the person who could calm her down and talk her out of her crazy impulsive mind.

Through the two heartbreaks she went through, the first date with Brad, first argument, the engagement, and now the wedding…Vinnie was there through it all.

When she had emergency surgery to remove her appendix back when they were sixteen, Vinnie refused to leave the hospital until visiting hours were over. He spent the night every night, making sure she was comfortable and had a smooth recovery.

When her childhood dog passed away, Vinnie was there with his arms around her and whispering “I’m here” to her until her cries stopped.

When she found out she got accepted into her top college choice of Pomona University for pre-med, her dreams of becoming a pediatric heart surgeon on its way, Vinnie was the first one to hug her. His strong arms securing around her as he picked her up and spun her around yelling “that’s my girl!” as she squealed in excitement.

“I don’t want to lose you.” She whispered, a lone tear slipping past her lashes as it trickled down her face slowly. Vinnie’s thumb was quick to wipe it away gently to not ruin her makeup.

“You will never lose me bug. I’m always going to be here.” Vinnie’s voice was just as gentle as hers, every word laced with trust.

Y/N felt uneasy. Vinnie and Brad never got along. Brad always feeling insecure by the best friend of his fiancé.

“But I know how you and Brad don’t like one another. Brad always argues with me whenever you and I are together. I don’t like it.” Vinnie shook his head, a hint of anger swirling in his chest at the thought of the dark haired boy starting an argument over being insecure by him. He should be insecure, because he’ll never ruin or get rid of his and Y/N’s friendship.

“That doesn’t matter Y/N. I know you don’t like it, being torn between the two of us and wishing we could work something out to be civil. But that doesn’t mean you’re ever going to lose me. As much as Brad and I don’t like one another, he can’t stand to see you unhappy or upset. I can’t either. That is always one thing we can agree on.” Y/N let out a breath, uneasiness still filling her stomach as she continued to look at the boy beside her.

“Promise?” The girl held up her pinky to him.

“Promise.” Vinnie held his hand up, securing his pinky in hers as the two of them kissed their thumbs and touched them together.

“Come on sweet thing. Let’s get you to the altar.” Vinnie stood up from the couch, moving to stand in front of her as he held his hands out for her to take.

She placed her hands in his, allowing him to pull her up with ease as her dress fell down around her in a pool of white.

Y/N leaned forward, wrapping her arms around his middle as the side of her face softly pressed against his chest.

Vinnie felt his eyes begin to water. His arms instantly wrapping around her shoulders tightly as his chin rested on top of her head.

“Thank you Vinnie.” Her voice was mumbled against his chest but loud enough for him to hear.

“Of course bug.” He closed his eyes to prevent the tears from slipping.

The two unwrapped their arms from each other, looking at one another as they both took a deep breath together.

“You ready?” Vinnie asked, moving one of the face framing curls from behind her ear to rest against her beautiful face.

“Yeah.” She gave him a small smile, to which Vinnie returned, leaning forward and placing a soft kiss to her forehead.

“Let’s get you married.” Vinnie moved, walking to the door. Just as he grabbed the handle, Y/N called out to him.

“Vin,” He turned, looking at her as she fluffed her dress around her.

“Hm?”

“Love you.” Vinnie smiled, his heart fluttering at those two simple words. If only she meant them deeper than just as a friend.

“Love you too bug.” He meant them. He meant them more than anything. He loved her with everything in him and has for the past three years right before Brad asked her to be his girlfriend. His feelings finally coming to light and him accepting them after years and years of denying them.

But there was nothing he could do about them. Not now, not ever.

Vinnie opened the door, the entire group of girls in dark green dresses looking at him as he walked out of the door, Y/N following him.

Vinnie didn’t stop walking. He walked back into the hall, ignoring people looking at him as he went back to his seat.

Y/N stood there outside of the door, watching her best friend walk away back to his seat.

Her chest ached with another indescribable feeling. The usual comfort whenever Vinnie was around vanished, leaving her feeling somewhat empty.

Vinnie sat back down in his seat, picking up the name card and shoving it in his pocket as he sighed lightly.

“Is everything okay?” Vinnie’s mom, Maria, leaned forward, her voice quiet.

“Yeah.” Vinnie spoke, keeping his head forward as he swallowed. The nausea in his stomach returned, making him focus on something other than his feelings.

The music began and Vinnie closed his eyes gently to pull himself together before opening them back up.

Vinnie watched as Brad walked down. His dark hair standing out with his light grey suit. When he got to the front, he looked Vinnie’s way, eyeing him up and down before standing in his spot. Vinnie only rolled his eyes, already wanting this to be over.

He watched as each person walked down the aisle, Brad’s mom, Y/N’s mom, the bridesmaids, the groomsmen, the maid of honor, the best man, the ring bearer, and the two flower girls being the two sisters Y/N babysat in her free time.

The music shifted, the officiant raising his arms for everyone to stand. Vinnie felt his legs go numb as he forced himself to stand up beside Y/N’s mom.

The glass doors opened and there she stood arm and arm with her father, clutching her bouquet of a mixture of white roses, baby breaths, and greenery tied together by the white ribbon.

Even though he just saw her, Vinnie still felt his breath be taken away by her.

Wow.

That’s all he could think about. His eyes stayed on her as the pair slowly walked down the aisle. Y/N holding on to her dad’s arm anxiously as she looked at Brad standing there with his hands held together in front of him.

She held his stare for a minute, that same uneasy feeling flooding back into her chest making her divert her eyes. She glanced slightly to the left, looking at Vinnie.

That uneasiness went away just by the soft glance at him. He was her rock, and there was no way she would ever get through life without him.

She looked back at Brad, who was now looking at Vinnie. His stare seemed harsh to Y/N, looking back at Vinnie to see his eyes hadn't left her as she slowly reached the altar. He gave her a small smile, winking at her as she directed her attention to her dad.

Vinnie watched as Y/N’s dad unhooked his arm from her, hugging her as he kissed her cheek. He sniffled as he gave her away to Brad, the dark haired boy grabbing her hand and leading her up the steps in front of the officiant.

Vinnie sat down, biting the inside of his cheek slightly as he listened to the officiant.

“Today we are gathered to celebrate the marriage of Y/N Y/L/N, and Bradley Hartley…”

The nausea found its way back into Vinnie as he clutched his hands together in his lap. He focused on his breathing as he began to tune out the speech of the officiant.

“Y/N and Brad have decided to write their own vows for one another. Brad, you may recite your vows.”

Brad grabbed the piece of paper from his best man, unfolding it as he began to read the words he scribbled on there.

“Y/N…”

Vinnie couldn’t listen, he couldn’t bear to hear the words coming from Brad’s mouth talking about how she’s forever his, and how he’ll love her, even though her clinical schedule and soon to be doctor schedule will be tiring for him more than her.

What a dick.

Vinnie thought as he held back a scoff. The urge to go up and punch the guy square in the face for that was very strong as he clutched his hands tighter.

“...I love you always.”

Y/N forced a small smile. The vows seeming very simple and not from the heart as her stomach turned.

“Y/N, you may read your vows.”

She turned to her sister, grabbing the folded piece of paper and unfoling it, quickly doing a glance over at it as she took a breath.

“Brad. I am the luckiest person to be standing with you today. I would never have thought I would find someone as unique as you among all the people on this planet. You are both my true love and best friend…”

Y/N’s voice fell off into silence. She blinked at the word a few times.

Best friend.

Best friend.

Best. Friend.

Her mind clicked. Her gaze looking up from the paper and to her right, locking with those deep brown eyes that stared right back at her.

The look of love.

It made sense now.

The officiant cleared his throat slightly, making Y/N jump slightly and tear her eyes back to her paper.

“I’m sorry…You uh- You are both my true love and my…”

Y/N shook her head, folding the paper back up as she looked up.

“I’m sorry. I can’t.” She picked up the fabric of her dress, stepping down the stairs carefully as she walked fastly down the aisle and disappeared through the doors.

Vinnie’s eyes widened, looking to his mom and Y/N’s mom as he stood up and raced after her.

He pushed open the glass doors and turned to the right.

“Y/N!” He hollered as he saw her in the middle of the hallway walking still towards the dressing room.

She stopped, turning to face him.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” Worry was laced with his words as he stopped in front of her.

Y/N shook her head as she closed her eyes, pacing back and forth while she messed with her hands.

“I can’t do it.” She said as her head pounded from the impulse.

“What do you mean you can’t bug? I just told you if anyone can do this it’s you.” Vinnie’s mind raced with confusion as he watched his best friend rub her temples slightly while still pacing.

“Vinnie. I can’t.” She spoke, turning to keep walking but was stopped by Vinnie grabbing her wrist.

“Y/N, you are not making any sense right now.” She felt slightly irritated as her mind was in overdrive making her seem overstimulated.

“I can’t marry Brad.” She spoke clearly, making Vinnie shake his head as his eyebrows furrowed more in confusion than they already were.

“Bug, yes you can. I don’t understand why you keep saying you can’t when-”

“I can’t marry him because he’s not you!” Y/N exclaimed, cutting him off.

Vinnie felt his heart stop.

Did he hear her right?

No. There’s no way. He thought to himself as his eyes widened and he shook his head ever so slightly.

“Y/N-” He started, his voice quiet.

“He isn’t you Vinnie. I can’t be with Brad because he doesn’t love me like you do. He never could. And I could never love him like I love you. The reason I was having second thoughts is because I want you. I need it to be you.” Y/N’s voice was sincere and didn’t falter once.

Vinnie stared at her in shock.

She loved him. She. Loved. Him.

“Please say something so I know I didn’t just do all of this for nothi-”

Her words were cut off as Vinnie stepped forward, placing both hands to cup her face as he pressed his lips to hers.

To say sparks were flying is an understatement as their lips moved in sync. Y/N’s hands resting on the back of his neck as his remained cupping her face gently.

This feels right. This was home. This was love.

That was all Y/N could think as she felt herself beginning to smile into the kiss as all the uneasiness in her stomach melted away.

Y/N’s mom stepped through the glass doors, turning down the hall as she stopped in her tracks wide-eyed as she saw the pair with their lips locked.

“Oh thank god.” The two pulled away quickly as they turned to the woman.

“Mom I-” Y/N’s words were cut off by her mom’s hand going up.

“I’m not…it’s about damn time this happened my goodness.” She laughed as Y/N furrowed her eyebrows at her mom.

“Honey, I’ve been waiting for you two to get together since you both were fifteen. Truth be told, I never liked Brad.” Her mom whispered the last part making Y/N let out a sigh of relief.

“Did anyone like him? If not, why did no one tell me?” Y/N asked, looking between her mom and Vinnie.

“Because you seemed so happy and in love with him. All of us just wanted you to be happy.” Vinnie spoke shrugging as Y/N’s mom nodded in agreement.

“Okay. I will go and handle all of this, and take care of Brad.” Y/N’s mom gave them a thumbs up as Y/N nodded at her, watching her walk away.

“So, what now?” Vinnie broke the silence, the girl turning her gaze to him.

“Um, good question. I have no idea.” Y/N let out a small laugh as her head began to pound from her adrenaline beginning to crash.

“My head hurts fuck.” She winced, her hands going back to rub at her temples.

“Okay…well let’s go to my place and get your headache taken care of first okay? And then we’ll go from there.” Vinnie spoke, moving her hands from her head to replace them with his own.

“Okay.” She smiled softly at him, him returning it as he held out his hand to her.

“Let’s go bug.” Y/N’s smile grew as she placed her hand in his, their fingers lacing together perfectly like two puzzle pieces as they began to walk towards the front entrance.

“I fucking knew it.” The two stopped at the voice. Y/N removed her hand from Vinnie’s as she turned to meet Brad. The boy shaking his head in disbelief as he approached the two.

“Brad I-”

“Oh save it Y/N. Was this the plan all along?” Y/N shook her head quickly.

“No. I just-”

“Were you two fucking behind my back or some shit? I always fucking knew you had a thing for her Hacker. Which is why I never trusted you in the first place.”

“Brad I understand you’re-”

“We were never together behind your back man. And yeah I did always have feelings for Y/N. But I pushed them away because overall she is my best friend. I would never sabotage her happiness for my own feelings. That’s a dick move and I’m not like that.”

Vinnie’s words made Y/N turn her head at him.

He always had feelings for her?

“I should have ended this little friendship you two had from the first day we started dating. You’re such a slut Y/N. He’s never going to be good enough for you and he’ll leave you after he finds the next girl. I mean look at him Y/N. He has millions of girls swooning over him and you think you’re special? No you’re just another one of his whores he has lined up.”

Vinnie felt his hands clench at the words falling from the prick’s mouth as he began to step forward.

“Watch your fucking mouth and how you talk about her.” Vinnie stood a solid three inches taller than Brad, yet the smirk didn’t leave his face.

“I’ll get her back Hacker. Just you wait. Hope you enjoy the sloppy seconds while you can.”

That was all it took for Vinnie as his fist connected with Brad’s face.

“Vinnie!” Y/N shrieked as her hand covered her mouth.

“Don’t ever speak about my girl like that ever again. In fact, don’t ever speak to her again at all. Have a nice life Bradley.” Vinnie turned away from him, walking ahead towards the doors as Y/N still stood there shocked.

“You coming or what bug?” Y/N jumped slightly, turning towards Vinnie as he stood before the doors.

She took one last look at Brad before gathering her dress and walking towards Vinnie, lacing her fingers with his as they walked out of the venue and to his car.

When they were settled in the car, she turned to look at him.

“Did you have to punch him?” Vinnie started the car and looked at her wildly.

“He had it coming now. Don’t even try and deny it.” Y/N shook her head, biting back a smile as she leaned forward, connecting their lips again.

Vinnie placed his thumb on her chin, his forefinger hooking under her chin as they pulled back slightly, Vinnie moving to peck her lips three more times before reluctantly pulling away.

Vinnie put his car in reverse, glancing over his shoulder quickly.

“Bug?” Y/N looked at him as he switched his car into drive.

“Hm?” She hummed.

A smile spread across Vinnie’s face.

“I love you.” Y/N felt herself smiling wide, her chest filling up with happiness and comfort as Vinnie looked at her.

The look of love.

“I love you too.” She said back to him. Meaning every word.

[sebsxphia]

heya seb ;) lil bit of angst for you since i was rewatching outer range recently:

let's say rhett is actually married during s1, and in the fight between him and perry, you're the one who gets hurt instead of amy. rhett would be furious (both with perry and himself) and also sooo guilty 🥺

like you're in the bathroom, sniffling quietly as cecelia patches up the cut on your head. rhett hovers in the doorway. he wants to go in and talk to you, comfort you, but fear holds him in place. he had promised himself that he'd never let anything bad happen to you, and now... you might never let him near you again. he wouldn't blame you.

meanwhile you're crying softly, arms wrapped around yourself. you're shaken up and in pain and all you want is a hug from your husband :((

(i'm evil pls ignore me)

ABBIE PLEASE 😭 but i’m so here for this angsty thought! because on the off, rhett immediately goes after perry. he’s cursing his name with such venom and he’s furious that perry would push his buttons like this and cause this fight in the first place. but then he catches cecelia ushering you upstairs with blood seeping through your fingers, where you hold your hand to your graze, and rhett nearly throws up a lung. the guilt that rhett feels is unbearable. he was meant to protect you. he cannot live with himself. all he can do is blame himself and he spirals. but, all you want is rhett.

when you let him into your arms, he apologizes countless times and tells you that he’ll do everything he can to protect you. he promises that he’ll never, ever let someone hurt you ever again. he swears by himself that he will always protect you and that he’s just so incredibly sorry. after that, he’s asking if you’re okay, if he can do anything for you, etc. it’s his responsibility to take care of you and protect you, and by god, he will.

omg. thank you so much for this incredibly angsty thought my love! 🥺💌

[kooktrash]

this drabble idea was inspired by this prompt i saw before: “you wanna act single? fine. then be single.”

omg pretty pls do slow burn yandere!taehyung x reader where he’s not rlly a great bf to her so she breaks up with him and tries to get over it by going out with a lot of guys and it’s only then that tae’s possessive behavior grows worse and worse 🫣 pls make it angsty/smutty can be fluffy too hehe whatever works for you

alright this might be so much slow burn but let me explain 😭😭 I don’t like my requests so long bc they’re really just drabbles and something quick. I hope you like it; really enjoyed this request. Love a good yandere bc I’m crazy and need my man obsessed with a capital OBSESSED [but also not in a You kind of way, more possessive lmao] little over 2k words. light smut at the end. angst and smutty?

“If you want to act single? Fine, be single.”

He swears he short circuit-ed. His eye practically at what you just told him in the middle of what was supposed to be a nice dinner and yet there was an argument involved. He tried to smile or laugh it off despite his breathing suddenly becoming uneven, “What do you mean? I—I don’t act single. I love you, you know that.”

“Clearly I don’t,” your tone was sharp and it had his jaw clenching. What do you mean you don’t know how much he loves you? “You work day and night and when you have free time all you want to do is drink at bars with your friends. You entertain another girl’s flirting right in my face so try. Lie to me again that you love me when I’m not a single one of your priorities. Everyone else seems to be but me.”

“That’s not true. I don’t let other girls flirt with me. I always tell them I have a girlfriend when I go ou—“

“Tae it’s not just that. There’s many reasons I want to break up wi—“ “No, I’m sorry but you’re not dumping me,” he said trying to seem calm as he went to finish his dinner but suddenly he lost his appetite, “We’ll work this out.”

“There’s nothing to work out,” you were suddenly standing and he couldn’t hide his worry anymore, “I shouldn’t have to tell you what’s wrong if you already know it. I’m sorry but this just isn’t working anymore. I’ll head out first.”

“Y/n wait,” he rushed to stand just as the waiter came with the bill and he swears he could kill the guy for stalling him. By the time he was finished paying and gathering his things, you were already in a cab.

“It’s just one date, please? He’s bringing a friend and I’ve got no one,” your friend begged you one day after work. It’s only been a few days since you dumped Taehyung and she’s already rushing you to meet new people. He’s been texting you nonstop when before he’d go hours without responding. It was overwhelming because you still loved him but it felt like he didn’t care. If he did he wouldn’t have constantly brushed you off like you weren’t dating.

taehyung: I love you

taehyung: pls can we talk about this

taehyung: I’ll do better

“Fine but if I don’t like it I’m not staying,” you told her as the two of you left the building to a cab. She cheered in triumph and kissed your cheek, “You’re the best. It’ll help you get over Taehyung and move on.”

“It’s been day—“ “Who cares. It’s been a while that you’ve been feeling like this so you’re ready to m—“

“Y/n?” You both stopped abruptly, just a few feet behind you was your recent ex. You released a sigh as your friend looked at you and you gave her a weak smile, “You can go ahead, I’ll see you later?” She gave you a nod, glancing back at Taehyung once more and leaving. You turned to Taehyung, surprised to see his condition changed in just a couple days. His hair was a mess, he had dark circles, and his clothes looked like it’s been worn for days. You walked up to him, “What are you doing here? You never visit me here.”

“I wanted to see you,” he said honestly, head hanging low, “And I just wanted to… baby can we please just talk? Please, I miss you so much.”

“How? How can you miss me when you’d literally go days without seeing me. This should be something you’re used to,” you told him though you let his arm come to your side, “And I’m sorry but I really don’t want to talk to you.”

“Baby,” his voice broke, holding you closer now, “Don’t say that, please. Just… just give me another chance. I promise I’ll change an—“ “Taehyung I need some space, okay? I shouldn’t have had to break up with you for you to realize what a shitty boyfriend you’ve been.”

His eyes began to water and you’ll admit you’ve never seen him get emotional like this but you had to stand your ground. You’re not just going to stay with a guy who can’t value you. Still, you obviously still care about him, that’s not just going to go away so you couldn’t help yourself. You cupped his face and pressed a kiss on the tip of his nose, his hands on your waist as you said, “I’ve gotta go.” He wanted to keep you in his arms but then a cab came and you were slipping away.

Today was the stupid double date that you didn’t want to go on but you already agreed. You were in a café sitting on some couches having coffee across from two guys. They were both attractive but this felt wrong. But if you wanted to get over Taehyung and how he was when you dated, maybe you needed a rebound.

“So, what do you do for work?” One of them asked you in an attempt to make small talk. You set your mug down, “I’m a columnist.”

“Ah, so you both do journalism?” He asked and you nodded. He seemed nice, obviously attractive and sort of gentle. Even if you might not have been too interested in the date, now that you’re here you should try and make the most of it. Your fingers ran through your hair nervously, “What do you do?”

“I’m a mechanic, I work under cars mostly oil changes or engine changes,” he said with a shrug before smirking, “So if you need some work under the hood, I’m your guy.”

“I’ll make sure to call,” you said with a flirty smile, completely unaware of the man on the phone just tables away.

“Y/n’s here with her friend. It looks like they’re on a date,” Yoongi told his heart broken friend. “What?” Taehyung’s jaw clenched as he sat at a red light, “Where? How many people?”

“Two guys, one’s looking real interested in Y/n right now. Is she moving on that fast?” Yoongi asked, “And it’s at a cafe. I’ll send you the place, are you planning on coming because I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“No, I just want to know the place,” Taehyung lied and yet Yoongi believed him and sent the address. It didn’t even take him five minutes to find the place and park across the street. He got off quickly and tried to bury his face in his phone as he found a table far enough from you that you wouldn’t feel him behind you. He hid behind a menu.

“Wow, Jimin seems to be interested in Y/n and Y/n alone,” your friend said loud enough for Taehyung to hear, “Why don’t you just ask to talk somewhere private.”

“Soomin,” you said in a warning tone but you tried to brush it off with a nervous laugh, “Ignore her. She doesn’t have a filter.”

“It’s fine,” Jimin laughed with you, “Maybe we should though, give them privacy too.”

Taehyung stood abruptly, unable to stop his feet from taking him toward you in a swift move. The guys across from you slowly came to a stop mid-conversation at the sight of him and the intimidating glare in his eyes. It made you turn and your heart dropped, “Taehyung. W-what are you doing here?”

“Came for a drink when I catch you sitting here on what looks like a date,” his eyes were solely trained on Jimin whose mug was pressed against his face in an attempt to hide. He doesn’t know who this guy is and frankly he doesn’t want to know, especially when he just met you and Taehyung’s voice was so deep that with his stare he knew he didn’t want to get involved. Your friend sighed, “Taehyung this was my id—“

“Oh, I don’t doubt,” his tone was bitter turning his glare to you, “You’ve been dying for us to break up and now you’re rushing Y/n to move on? Real classy of you, did you tell these guys that you think you might be pregnant?”

“Taehyung!” Your voice rose as she glared at you. “You told him?”

“He was in the room when you called, I didn’t know you were going to say that,” you said honestly as the guys grew more uncomfortable by the second. You released an annoyed huff moving to stand up, “I’m sorry everyone. I think it’s better if I just go.”

“Yeah, I think so too,” the guy you hadn’t been talking to said, “I think Jimin and I should go too, not really interested in taking care of anyone’s kid.”

You pushed Taehyung out the front door, “Why would you do that? Soomin has nothing to do with what’s goin o—“

“She does if she’s trying to set you up on dates not even a week after we broke up!” His tone was loud as you made it to the sidewalk, “And I can’t believe you would actually entertain another guy right now. I thought you needed space, not some guy who just wants you for sex.”

“How do you know that?” You bit back, “Because that’s pretty much all you used me for. Sex and what? A dinner once a week? A text only when you felt like it?”

“Don’t act like you were always there for me either,” Taehyung said, “You were always too busy too. Sorry I stopped trying when you did and it’s not fair that I’m the only one being blamed.”

“I’m leaving, what you just did in there…” you stopped, trying to keep your cool, “Now Soomin’s going to be mad at me.”

Once again you left him.

He made it into his dark tinted car, hands tightening around the steering wheel and as he thought about what he just saw, he couldn’t help himself. His fists banged into the steering wheel, horn going off for a moment as he released some anger. He rested his forehead on the steering wheel trying to calm down. His eyes were bloodshot red, why can’t you just give him another chance?

He wasn’t ignoring you. He didn’t just use you for sex but he knew what kind of guy he was. He knew how obsessive and unhinged he could be so obviously he distanced himself. He wanted to be in a relationship where you didn’t feel overwhelmed by him but now you just left him. He was too busy scaring off any guy who’d try and talk to you that he seemed to have neglected the love of his life. But he won’t give up.

You can’t believe he was at your door right now. You had a long day at work and now Taehyung was in front of you with a bouquet of your favorite flowers. Your head hurt and you just wanted to be alone. So you ignored him as you unlocked the door and you spoke, “I’m tired Taehyung, I can’t do this tonight.”

“Then let me help you relax,” he set down the flowers on the table, immediately falling to his knees, “Please if you won’t take me back yet then let me love you. You love when I get on my knees. After we’ll watch a movie and stay in or we can go out, do whatever you want. I just want to spend time with you.”

“Taehyung I’m not in the mo—“ “Tae,” you released a sigh as he began sliding up your skirt in the process. Your hands were on his shoulders keeping him at a distance even though his hands were running to the back of your thighs closer and closer to your panties. Your mouth parted in surprise as he pretended to nibble on your thighs between words, “I know you want me to. I know how pent up when you get stressed. You know I can make you forget.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes until his hair was getting too close and tickling a certain spot.

“Tae, I know you want to get back together bu—ngh,” your hands tightened around his hair as he pressed you into the wall behind you, nose brushing over your panties, “Bu—Tae!”

“I’m listening,” he muttered, mouthing at your covered clit teasingly over the fabric, “But you’re wearing my favorite panties.”

“We can’t do this, oh fuck, can you just give me a se—“ your lips released a silent moan when he yanked them down roughly. Oh god he knew all your weaknesses to get you to not be mad anymore, you couldn’t help it. You were a sexual being and Taehyung always knew how to pleasure you.

“You’re wet baby, is this for me?” His hands were on your butt, fingers digging in as he grinds his teeth, “Or is this for one of those guys you’re trying to see behind my back.”

“I’m not seeing,mm,” his hot breath was fanning your heat as he spread your legs further apart, tongue giving a quick, shy flick against your hood, “Anyone.”

“But me,” he groaned, arms wrapping around your thighs as he hoisted a leg over your shoulders, “Isn’t that right, baby?”

He was teasing you with very quick licks, and hands that fondled you so deliciously, “Because you know, nobody can make you feel as good as I do. So you can’t just leave me.”

“Then treat me better.”

“I’ll treat you the fucking best,” he gave another lick, even lower, “Even if you don’t like it. I won’t leave you.”

“Tae—“ he cut you off with another, this time tongue flattening between your folds. Fuck he knows sex makes you weak. He peppered kisses against your gardening clit, “I’ll make you feel so good, every night. Every moment of the day that I can.”

“Tell me you’ll take me back,” he looked back up at you, “Please baby, I love you so much and I can’t stand seeing you trying to get over me when I know you still love me.”

“I don’t kn—fuck!” He was going to town now, anything to get you to forget your worries and your hips met his tongue with small thrusts into his mouth, “Fuck, fine. Fine. We’ll try again—“

“God, thank you so much baby, I’ll be better, but don’t ever try to leave me again, you hear me?”

The look in his eyes scared you as his tongue stuck out to lick you again. It was intense and dark but it had you nodding your head, scared to say no. And at the conversation a smile broke out on his face, “Good baby, not let me show you what you’ve missed.”

EL FIN

I’ll probs do like two more requests.

[johnnycakesswitch]

Sodapop headcannons?

I mean how much time do you have?

- Sodapop CANNOT say tongue twisters. Like it’s ridiculous how bad he is at them.

- Obviously we all know Soda hates wearing shoes, and because he never wears shoes his feet are like…super durable. He can step on rocks and shit without any pain at all

- Sodapops puppy eyes almost rival Johnnys when he needs to use them. Not a single person can say no, even Dally has fallen victim (only once though, and he hates himself for it)

- F.R.E.C.K.L.E.S.

- EVERYWHERE. HE IS COVERED IN FRECKLES.

- meows back at cats and barks back at dogs

- can hold his breath under water for an impressive amount of time (also likes to do the thing where he floats in the water like a dead body)

and now some angst because it’s not outsiders hcs without it right?

- genuinely has the lowest self esteem out of everyone in the gang. Incredibly insecure.

- some of this (a lot) being due to Sandy not treating him well and constantly putting him down. (Everybody hates her so bad)

- any time his brothers fight after the whole church incident he’s almost immediately in tears out of fear it might all happen again

- doesn’t get jumped often but when he is he’s more likely to get a blade pulled on him to “mess up his pretty face”

- when he gets nervous, scared or upset in basically any way he shakes. Bad. Like he can’t even hold things sometimes

I LOVE THESE ALL PLS SEND ME SODA HCS WHENEVER YOU WANT 😭😭😭

The angsty ones tho,,, I honestly didn’t think about how anxious it must make Soda whenever Pony and Darry fight post canon. He’s like terrified that something terrible will happen again and if he ever told them that they would both feel awful about letting their arguments get bad again. I feel like it would actually push them to be better tho because they never ever would intentionally hurt Soda. And NO omg not the jumping hc, that’s so heartbreaking no one should ever pull a blade on Soda 😔 I love all of these so much thank you for them