#then watch me disappear for the next 5 months again

[incorrect-prema]

Rob: Are you tall enough to play basketball though?

Callum: Are you calling me short?

Rob: I'm calling you vertically challenged.

[artoodeetootired]

lowkey

📖 an f1 driver and a singer are both known for being beasts in their respective fields, but everyone knows they are ironically the shyest in reality- especially when it comes to attraction. they were hidden out of respect for their privacy, until they realised loving shouldn't be a secret.

💭 op!81 x fem!singer (smau)

🎧 lowkey - niki

🃏masterlist🃏

🫧“us in a king size, keep it a secret. say i’m ur queen, but i don’t wanna leave this lowkey.” 🫧

p.s (let's pretend the qatar and las vegas gp's are rounds 10 + 12 of 24 respectively hehe)

ynuser

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ynuser so... been kind of busy lately...

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forynln U DISAPPEAR FOR 5 MONTHS AFTER UR LAST ALBUM AND POST OUTTA NOWHERE... girl u cannot keep doing this to us...

-> user1 lol watch her

-> user2 Bruh stfu she literally gave us a god sent album made of unicorn shit she doesn't owe u anything

bsfuser i hate you for telling me what's boutta go down but not let me say shit to anyone 😞

-> user3 it's ok bestie u can tell me, i won't tell anyone :)

ynluv How she is so different irl compared to her stage self still baffles me to this day.

-> user4 FR like wdym u gonna be busting out moves that get u viral then act like the sweetest creature on earth when u out here?? 😭

-> user5 duality go prr. she's probably the shyest celebrity i've ever seen.

-> user6 I can't believe she's an '03 baby.

gracieabrams omg ur orange cat

-> user6 car*

-> user7 car*

-> user8 luv u gracie

user9 orange suits yn so well

user0 lando is such a fanboy 😂

-> user| him and half the grid have been so consistent with promoting her LMAO

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landonorris: would've been right next to u if stroll hadn't crashed again

mclaren: 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

user_: being very calm compared to ur reaction after lance's fiasco today LOL

logansargeant: LET'S GOOO

user@: wow our pastry posts after a century

alexalbon: oi why didnt you take lily's and my advice to post with yn's music if u asked us in the first place...

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f1

f1 Our special guest performer and new partner for the 16th round on our calendar, Las Vegas, has been confirmed; a little fun before the racing begins! We bet you guys will like this one... 🤭

Until then, round 11 in Netherlands next weekend 🇳🇱 Stay tuned!

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user! omg i have been waiting for this

f1forlife istg if they bring out the same performers as before...

fanacc the amount of singers liking this post is really fucking with us LOL

alexalbon hi f1 pls tell me u listened to us and booked the grid's voted fav 😸

-> charlesleclerc agreed.

-> maxverstappen1 agreed.

-> landonorris @oscarpiastri and i will boycott.

-> oscarpiastri mate i didn't even vote.

-> landonorris okay fine but u do like yn/ln right? ...right? 🔪

-> oscarpiastri ...

-> landonorris dw everyone osc's just shy no need to cancel him

-> danielricciardo 💃🏽

-> lance_stroll wait there was a vote?

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ynuser

ynuser switch up

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forynln she's killing us and she knows it damn well

user pls just one hint 😭

user how do u feel about oscar piastri not liking u LMAO

arianagreenblatt gorg bestie 😩

user the aesthetic change is very sus

user ladies and gentlemen, the queen of singing, dancing, and gatekeeping

-> user the way we still pine after her and her whereabouts even though she is the most nonchalant pop girl out there

-> bsfuser she's cooking smth 🧐

-> frd2 yk smth dont u 🥸

2 weeks later...

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lewishamilton: why did i not see toto doing this????

ynuser: it was a pleasure meeting u too 🤠

f1: You boys are very welcome

totowolff: George...

-> georgerussell: please don't fire me

landonorris: ok but did u see the way she looked at me??

-> georgerussell lando, u know full well she was looking at someone else

-> landonorris shut up :(

-> georgerussell i will not allow u to ruin her with ur playboy antics

-> landonorris EXCUSE ME

landonorris and f1 🔁

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landonorris best. weekend. ever.

mini photo dump of the boys at the concert 'cause @ynuser actually performed for us 🤯🤯 we're such huge fans- it was epic meeting you!

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landonorris p.s. oscar loves her, he's just shy

-> oscarpiastri lando u idiot

-> logansargeant i can confirm ahem

mclaren we advocated for this very hard, just so yk...

-> user0 the gods (you) have bestowed us simpletons (seriously) with such a blessing (yn and mclaren interactions)

-> userl for the whole grid? the fans? ...or a particular someone? 🤭

ynuser epic meeting me??? bro i almost fainted meeting u guys and drivers i've been a fan of since i was 10 😭😭😭

-> bsfuser how was it omg

-> ynuser LOL definitely an interesting experience...

-> landonorris omg she replied 😭

-> georgerussell bro she called u bro

user_ im convinced theyre music drunk and not substance drunk here 😮‍💨

ynuser

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ynuser you all already know. this thread is as aesthetically chaotic as my mind rn.

thank you to my team for handling such a mess of me when since i got this invitation !! could not be here, or look this decent without any of u.

thank you to @f1 from the bottom of my heart. i've been such a fan since i was in nappies, nd you guys just made a dream of mine come true. from the races, new friends, to performing for such a crowd in vegas, it has been one of the most surreal weekends of my life. you all just know im gonna be clutching on to this partnership for as long as i breathe. nd congrats to @maxverstappen1, @oscarpiastri, nd @charlesleclerc on the podium ! until next time 🏎💋✨

(last slide is real footage of me meeting toto wolff)

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redbullracing thank you for stopping by our pit!

-> mclaren ok but she went to ours first

-> scuderiaferrari yeah... she liked us most though. should've seen her face when she walked in.

-> mercedesamgf1 you guys know she was a long-time mercedes fan before this right??

-> landonorris what is going on? (she definitely liked hanging out with us more)

-> logansargeant lol you're so delulu (laughed way harder with my group)

oscarpiastri thank you too! we should hang out again sometime soon

-> landonorris 'hang out' pfft sure

-> user omg oscar commenting on a non-f1 person's post??? a FEMALE nonetheless????

-> oscarpiastri everyone has to chill fr

bsfuser that’s MY BESTIE

-> user she is GLOWING

-> ynimagine mommy??? sorry. mommy??? sorry.

-> user she is SNATCHED WTF

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri 2nd in vegas! amazing job to the team for this accomplishment, daniel for his dedication, nd yn, who we're all still star-struck by. cheers! 🍾

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user guys istg i was in the paddock the whole time AND i know what i saw. so when i say they hit it off really well...

user omg oscar even picked up on her 'nd' habit 😭

ynuser 🧡🧡🧡

-> user u are actually an angel sent from the depths of hell in the best possible way. the setlist??? the body and face??? the personality???

landonorris oscar you... 😨 when did u even go to the front of the stage for that last pic????

lewishamilton cute, flirty, teenage stuff and all but are we not gonna talk about danny ric

-> danielricciardo i think we should just go back to gushing about oscar's crush

-> carlossainz55 his crush??? what am i missing????

-> charlesleclerc the baby has grown up

bsfuser 🤨

f1

Tagged: ynuser

f1 yn appreciation post 🤍🤍🤍

Could not have asked for a better performer and partner to grace us with her presence this weekend 👏🏼

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user my timeline is EXPLODING

user converting f1 fans into yn fans too

landonorris slay

-> danielricciardo slay

-> pierregasly slay

-> alexalbon slay

-> lewishamilton what is 'slay'?

-> charlesleclerc slay

-> maxverstappen1 slay

ynuser thank u thank uuu

-> user9 queen what were u on tonight??

-> {user} not even her debut was this hype 💀

ynworld STEP ON ME

f1__grid bruh this is so unecessary... she clearly just wants attention

-> user# stay pressed ur favs like her more than u <3

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user: soooo wonder who took this photo 🧐

user: u guys got smth to tell us? ;)

alexalbon: why do u look depressed today

landonorris: where are u bro

user: what's ur fav yn song?

ynuser: im sorry i can't make it today osc :(

-> oscarpiastri: it's okay, best to let everyone cool down anyways. i'll see u next week?

-> ynuser: i promise :)

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lewishamilton: ayeee my fav coming over to the pit today?

-> ynuser: i wouldn't miss it for the world 😸 plus fans are dying to know how u pick ur fashion sense out

-> lewishamilton: oh lord

f1: 🤍

landonorris: pls be kind with the question this time :(

-> ynuser: aweeee

-> ynuser: no.

oscarpiastri: wya??

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1 month, 3 races, and 2 performances later...

~3 months later...

oscarpiastri

Tagged: ynuser

oscarpiastri i can't take it anymore. since u guys have wanted to know, anyway.

you've been on my mind since the day i met you (nd yes, admittedly since lando showed me your music videos), nd then when i met you with the biggest crush, i quickly decided that you are one of the most talented, beautiful, kindest people ever. fuck all if i just got my first win, it wouldn't have meant anything without u. i can't have asked for a better partner in crime to wear my number at the races.

although we've been pretty great at keeping it low key these past few months to just family and friends, i wanna show you off, my love x

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oscarpiastri also, ty to the grid for keeping it private, nd yes, i will be treating u all for dinner.

-> danielricciardo LFGGGGG

user oh my god.

jennaortega the question is if she beat him at karting

-> oscarpiastri she did...

carlossainz55 i never thought this day would come

landonorris cant put both my happiness and bewilderment that you actually hard launched into words

-> georgerussell character. development.

user ONE OF MY FAV SINGERS BECAME MY FAV WAG TOO AHHHHHHHH

arianagrande y'all cute asf 😭😭😭

user I CALLED IT

-> user nah dont u lie we all thought we were lying to ourselves LMAO

bsfuser one wrong move and i’ll send stroll to do more than just hit u on track 😺

-> oscarpiastri ;-;

-> maxverstappen1 u could send any one on the grid to do it, and they'd be happy to

user they're so in love im bawling

landonorris just so u guys know, his three sisters steal her away from him every week to hang out LOL

-> oscarpiastri that was totally unecessary

-> nicolepiastri give the ppl what they want ossie

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ynuser

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ynuser sike.

'orange suits yn so well'... damn right for him 🧡

this man has inspired me in too many ways, that aside from teaching me how to love and be loved. it's been pretty hard having all these memories, but not being able to live them freely because of the pressure. but i wouldn't do it with anyone else. so im gonna be 'showing you off' in my latest single, agora hills, coming out tomorrow night for my love's first win x

(to clarify, f1 has allowed me to take ONE side ONCE, so im not jobless :) ... yet)

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frd1 about fucking time

oliviarodrigo this is so cute omg

alexalbon ahem i think i should get some credit for being the ultimate matchmaker here

-> f1 actually, i think it all goes to us.

-> user 💀

logansargeant THE LAST PHOTO PLS SEND IT TO ME LMAO

gracieabrams omg him with her cat 😭😭

-> user gracie, luv, it's car*

-> user car*

-> sabrinacarpenter dw babes i don't get this shit either

user oscar first win AND yn new music AND hard launches from the softest ppl ever??? has the universe finally decided to bless me???

user they were literally meant to be

user what happened to the shy versions of themselves oml

tatemcrae the hottest, most sincere, and talented celebrity couple rn

bsfuser and i was there to witness it all 😌

-> charlesleclerc so was i

-> bsfuser i was first tho

-> charlesleclerc fair enough

-> landonorris i was there the most

-> bsfuser i was their couple counsellor

-> landonorris i was their matchmaker

-> alexalbon NO YOU WERENT

-> bsfuser i was first to find out

-> landonorris no you werent

-> landonorris right? @oscarpiastri @ynuser

-> landonorris RIGHT????

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ynuser for u, ur first win, and to many more.

as an extra for u all, 'lowkey' is also out to show my progression from wanting to keep it a secret to having him make me scream his name <3 hope u love us as much as i do.

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user the caption???????????????????

user holy shit mother is mothering and father is fathering because never have i ever heard her make a track with sm detail about her partner in it...

-> user FR like where did the two of them go?? almost 8 months but they come back like they've aged a decade

-> user NO CAUSE WTF is 'suck a little dick in the bathroom, who that man with the big strong hands'???? miss yn??? are the both of u feeling okay????

-> user you'd think introvert + introvert = coma, but ig double negatives still apply here

dojacat bitch these tracks SLAP

user okay but osc's guns 👀

sza god, when will this shi happen to me?

mclaren All ur songs on repeat in the paddock.

-> mercedesamgf1 It's true, all the teams agreed

-> redbullracing (the only time we all agree)

user how tf did we get bashful yn and blushing osc to... this??

-> ynuser life's full of mysteries.

landonorris i miss the person i was before hearing these two songs...

-> georgerussell it's true, as big of a fan i am of the two of u, some things are meant to stay between ppl...

-> charlesleclerc i am not saying anything, which means i can get invited to the wedding, yeah?

-> ynuser yes.

-> oscarpiastri yes.

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a/n: as u can probably see, i lowkey gave up half way cause i never realised how much work this takes :,)

[lightsoutnaway]

Happy Anniversary

PAIRING—Lando Norris x gn!reader (no pronouns or gendered language)

SUMMARY—Lando forgets your anniversary.

WARNINGS—None

WORD COUNT—1,150

You knew Lando forgot your anniversary when he said goodbye to you in the morning. He would have said something then if he had remembered. He had all day at work to remember though. You were holding out hope that he would at least remember during the day and do something at the last minute. But instead you got a text at around 5:00 from Lando saying he would be home late and you should eat without him. That was the last straw for you. You texted him back, knowing exactly what the text was going to do to Lando.

Okay, I’ll eat alone. Happy Anniversary.

The typing bubble appeared for a moment after you sent your text. It disappeared and then reappeared and then disappeared again. It appeared once more.

I’ll be home in ten minutes

Lando was true to his word. He was throwing the door open almost exactly ten minutes after he’d sent the text. He drove faster than he did on the track to get back to you.

“Baby?” Lando shouted as he rushed through the door. He was sprinting through the house looking for you. He found you seated on your bed quietly watching tv. He let out a deep breath of relief when he saw you. He had it in his head that you wouldn’t even be there. “Hi, love,” Lando greeted.

“Hi.” You didn’t look at him. You didn’t ask him how his day was. You didn’t tell him you had missed him. You didn’t pull him in for a kiss. You didn’t do any of the things you did when he came home. He felt like he wasn’t home at all.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” Lando started rambling. He was moving across the room towards you. “I know I messed up. I’ve just been so stressed at work and it’s—”

“You don’t get to blame everything on racing, Lando,” you interrupted. Lando stopped about a yard from your side of the bed.

“Blame everything?” He asked. You took a deep breath.

“You can’t make it home for dinner because you have to work late. And you can’t come to my sister’s wedding with me because it’s during a race weekend. And you can’t come home with me when I visit my parents because you can’t leave while they’re working on the car,” you recounted the ways racing took precedence over you. Lando wasn’t sure what to say.

“Baby, I don’t want to fight,” he said quietly.

“Then you shouldn’t have forgotten our anniversary!” You snapped. He looked down at his feet.

“I know,” Lando said. “And I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I won’t ever stop being sorry. I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”

“Don’t make promises you aren’t going to keep,” you said dryly. Lando never knew what to do when you fought. He was horrible at handling it, always so lost in the idea that you were upset with him.

“I will,” he promised. “I’ll do anything. Everything. Whatever you want.” You looked at him, your eyes filled with anger.

“I want you to care about me.” Lando’s heart felt like it shrunk up at those words.

“I do care about you. I care about you more than anything,” Lando gushed.

“You care about racing more and we both know it,” you replied. Lando shook his head.

“No. I care about you more, baby. You’re my life. Racing’s my job,” he said.

“That’s not the way it feels,” you told him.

“I’m sorry,” Lando apologized again. “Baby, I’m so sorry. I’ll do better. I’ll come home on time. We’ll both go back to visit your parents next month. I’ll talk to Zak about a reserve driver in Miami so I can go to your sister’s wedding. Everything. I want you to have everything.” He looked at you, waiting, hoping that he had promised enough. That he could do enough to fix it. That he was enough.

“They’re just words, Lando,” you said after a moment. Lando was very aware that you weren’t calling him ‘Lan.’ He wasn’t fond of the new name.

“They won’t be, love,” Lando said. He closed the rest of the distance between you and sat on the edge of the bed beside you. He grabbed your hands and felt a wave of relief wash over him when you didn’t pull them away. “I’m going to do it all. I’ll book the tickets to your parents right now,” Lando said. “I’m going to be here. I’m going to be with you.” He felt his heart breaking. “Please,” he begged. “Let me be with you.” Your eyes softened when you realized how worried Lando was—what he thought was about to happen—how he felt that it was over between you.

“You are with me,” you assured him. You reached up and cupped his cheek in your hand. Lando leaned into your touch. “Just…keep it that way, please?” Lando nodded.

“Always,” he promised. There was a moment where he just soaked in your forgiveness. He let himself feel the relief of knowing it wasn’t over between you. “What do you want to do tonight?” He asked. “Tomorrow there’ll be dinner and presents and everything you deserve. But tonight I might not be able to do as much.” You laughed.

“Just get in bed with me, idiot,” you requested. Lando grinned. He took off his shoes and then climbed into bed with you. He pulled you against his chest, wrapping his arms tight around you and burying his nose in your hair. Your hand spread out over his chest drawing shapes against the soft sweatshirt he had covering his body.

“I’m sorry,” Lando whispered and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “You deserve better than me.” You let out a small laugh. You leaned up so you could press your lips to Lando’s. His lips were slow and tender against yours. He was savoring this after he had felt the fear of never kissing you again. You hummed in satisfaction when you pulled away.

“Maybe,” you said and smiled down at him. “But you’re the only one I want.” Lando smiled up at you. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have you. He knew you were too good for him and he was grateful for every moment that you gave to him. You were perfect. You were the love of his life. You were the thing that mattered most. Lando wasn’t going to mess that up ever again. He leaned up to press one more quick peck to your lips before raising his hand and pushing a loose strand of hair out of your eyes.

“Happy Anniversary, baby,” Lando said softly. “I promise I’ll do better for the next one.” He said it partially to ensure himself that you would have another anniversary. You smirked.

“Guess I’ll have to keep you around then.”

[xoln04f1xo]

Warnings: Mentions of self-harm + relapsing, mental health, depression, and recovery.

A/N: This is really a really heavy fic, please read the warnings above first. This fic contains journal entries and text messages. Please talk to someone you trust if you are struggling with anything. My DMs are also ALWAYS open so just text me whenever! 🧡

Pairing: Lando Norris x Reader

WC: 1.3k

Divider Credit: @enchanthings

💐 Journal Entry: Apr 3rd

I don’t feel like myself. Or maybe I do, and that’s the scary part.

I didn’t answer Lando’s texts today. Or yesterday. Or the day before. I can’t tell him. He’d leave if he knew. I’m already too much. I hate that I broke the promise again. Worse - I feel numb. Like I’m watching myself through a screen.

What if I just... disappeared for a while?

💬 Text Messages

Lando [3:12 PM]: Hey, haven’t heard from you. Just checking in. Everything okay?

Lando [5:48 PM]: You don’t need to reply. Just let me know you’re safe, yeah?

Lando [8:06 PM]: I’ll come by tomorrow. I’m worried. Please don’t shut me out.

You didn’t mean to leave your sleeves pulled up, but you were tired. You forgot.

When Lando showed up the next day, hoodie slung over one shoulder and soft panic in his eyes, he didn’t greet you with loud cheer or nervous energy. Just a quiet, "Hi." And then, after seeing the faint marks, even quieter:

"Can I sit?"

You nodded. You were trembling.

The silence sat between you like an old friend. You tried to speak but choked on the words. So instead, he leaned forward and gently placed a small box on the coffee table: Your favourite biscuits. A note tucked beneath them.

You opened it later that night. His handwriting was slightly messy, but clear:

“You are not a burden. You are not broken. I don’t need you to be okay - I just need you to let me stand beside you when you’re not.” – L

You cried. But for once, it didn’t feel like weakness. It felt like relief.

💐 Journal Entry: Apr 11th

I told Lando. All of it.

He didn’t flinch. He didn’t tell me to “snap out of it.” He didn’t try to fix me with false hope.

He just held my hand. He asked questions. He listened.

He listened.

A few weeks later, you were sitting outside together on a bench near the track during one of Lando’s breaks. He was fiddling with a bottle cap, eyes flicking between you and the ground.

“Would it help to talk to someone?” he asked. “Like... someone professional?”

You hesitated. “I don’t want to be put on meds and locked away.”

He shook his head. “Therapy isn’t about that. It’s just... space. With someone who knows how to help you sort through the noise. You deserve that.”

You looked at him for a long time. “You think I can get better?”

His answer was immediate. “I know you can. And I’ll be right here. Every awful day. Every win. Every backstep.”

You squeezed his hand. You didn’t say it, but in that moment, you believed him.

💬 Text Messages: A Month Into Therapy

You [10:31 PM]: Hard day. But I didn’t hurt myself. Even though I wanted to.

Lando [10:33 PM]: That’s huge. I’m proud of you. Every time you choose to stay, even when it’s hard - you’re fighting. And you’re winning.

You [10:36 PM]: I don’t feel like I’m winning.

Lando [10:37 PM]: Then let me remind you until you do. One breath at a time.

💐 Journal Entry: May 7th

Today, for the first time in months, I laughed. Like, really laughed. The ugly kind.

Lando spilled orange juice on his sim setup and panicked like he’d crashed at Monaco.

I didn’t think about pain. Or failure. Or whether I was worth loving. I just laughed.

Maybe that’s what healing feels like. Quiet, strange moments that remind you:

You’re still here.

Weeks later, on a rooftop in Monaco, the sun setting over the harbor, Lando turned to you.

“Do you remember that night you said you didn’t want to wake up?”

You nodded, throat tight.

“I didn’t tell you then, but... that night, I didn’t sleep. I was scared. Scared you wouldn’t be here. I’ve never prayed harder.”

He reached into his pocket, pulling out a tiny silver bracelet.

Inside, etched in small letters: "One more day."

You blinked back tears. “What’s this for?”

“Every time you want to disappear,” he said, clasping it on your wrist, “look at this. And promise me just one more day.”

You nodded. Voice breaking, but solid:

“I promise.”

Late May

You’d been doing better. That was the hardest part.

When the crash came, it felt like betrayal. You were supposed to be okay now. That’s what everyone thought. But depression doesn’t care about progress—it drags you back under without warning.

Lando was away in Spain for the race. You didn’t want to ruin his focus. You hadn’t texted in two days.

That night, you relapsed.

Not deeply. Not like before. But enough to feel the sting of failure.

Enough to hate yourself all over again.

💬 Text Messages

You [2:43 AM]: I messed up. I’m sorry.

Lando [2:44 AM]: Hey. I’m here. I’m awake. Talk to me.

You [2:45 AM]: I don’t want to be a disappointment. I was doing so well.

Lando [2:47 AM]: You are doing well. A slip isn’t a failure. It means you’re human. It’s part of healing - not the end of it.

Lando [2:48 AM]: I’m proud of you for telling me. That takes guts. More than most people ever show.

He FaceTimed you between media rounds the next morning. You were curled up in bed, eyes red and puffy. He was still in his race gear, hair flattened from the helmet.

“Can I say something?” he asked.

You nodded, not trusting your voice.

“I’ve crashed more cars than I can count,” he said, gently. “But I get back in. Because I love it. Because I know it’s worth it.

You’re not broken. You’re just learning. Like all of us.”

“I just... I hate how weak I feel.”

“You’re not weak,” he said firmly. “You’re tired. And tired people need rest. Not punishment.”

Early June

There were better days, too.

Days where Lando came over with takeout and made you sit through bad Netflix romcoms. Days where he handed you a coloring book and sat beside you in silence for hours.

One day, he showed up with a box.

Inside: a custom hoodie that said “One More Day” on the sleeve.

You smiled. Small, but real.

💬 Text Messages

You [7:03 PM]: Had therapy today. Talked about the relapse. Cried a lot. But I didn’t lie or minimize.

Lando [7:04 PM]: That’s amazing. You’re facing it head-on. That’s real strength.

Lando [7:05 PM]: Proud of you always. But especially today. 💛

Late June

You were at Silverstone, for the first time in months.

Lando invited you to the paddock, cautiously, not pushing. You were nervous about the crowds, the cameras. But being near him grounded you.

After the race, he ran to the fence, helmet off, hair wild, beaming.

You were crying again. But not from sadness.

“I didn’t think I’d make it to this moment,” you whispered when he finally pulled you aside.

He held your face in both hands, eyes burning with emotion. “You made it here. You believed for one more day. And now you’ve got this one.”

💬 Text Message

You [11:16 PM]: I thought about hurting tonight. But I called my therapist instead. Then I read your note. I’m okay.

Lando [11:17 PM]: That’s massive. I’m in awe of you. I really am.

Lando [11:18 PM]: You’re rewriting your story, one hard night at a time.

One night in July, during a thunderstorm, you curled up beside Lando on the couch, fingers laced with his.

“I’m scared it’ll always be like this,” you whispered.

He kissed your forehead. “Maybe it won’t always be easy. But it’ll be different. Lighter. And I’ll be here. We’ll carry it together.”

“Even if I break again?”

“You won’t break alone.”

A/N: I'm thinking about writing different areas of mental health. Lmk what you think.

requests are open!

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[oddcatharsis]

love to keep me warm

simon riley x gn!reader

cw fluff, barista!reader, simon's kinda a softie in this, ~1.3k words

The bell chimes, breeze sneaking into the tiny cafe before the door is swiftly closed. 

“Welcome in- oh.” You say, polite smile falling instantly once you see who walked in. You take in his appearance- tall, built, wearing a skull mask. You’re positive that those three things have never combined and had a positive outcome. You’re already reaching for the bat you keep by the register before he speaks.

 “A black tea.” He says bluntly, looking down towards you. “Right- I’m sorry about that.” You say, at least having enough sensibility to look embarrassed at your reaction. “That was rude of me, I’ll cover your drink for you.” You murmur, brewing the tea. 

“It’s fine,” He says, pausing briefly as if deciding whether or not to voice his thought. “Smart to be afraid- distrusting, rather.” He says, eyes watching as you place the lid onto his cup. 

“Still feels rude anyways,” You say, handing him the drink. “Enjoy.” You say, meeting his eyes for the first time. He grunts his thanks and makes his way towards a table towards the corner of the cafe. Some time between then and the lunch rush he makes his way out of the cafe, and that’s that.

He comes in the next week. And the week after. Always on Thursday. 11:40am on the dot. You’ve started to brew the tea just in time for his arrival, handing him his cup once he reaches the register. It’s nice, dependable. One of few familiar faces in a job where they constantly change and blur together.

The first time it happens is around 5 weeks into your new routine. You already have his tea brewed and he just.. doesn’t show up. You throw away the tea, figuring something must have come up. No big deal.

Until it happens again. And again. It’s not until a little over a month later that he shows up again. You glance up at the clock. 11:40am.

His balaclava is pulled over his head as usual, but it’s painfully clear that he’s exhausted. “Missed you here!” You hum. The same thing you’d tell any of your regulars, but this felt like it had more weight to it. “Was getting worried.” You admit sheepishly, wiping down the counter in preparation for the lunch rush.

“No need to worry, sweetheart.” He says, and oh. In the past month he’d been gone, it seems that you’ve forgotten the rough timbre of his voice. “A tea, please.”

You hesitate for a moment, eyes raking over him. He raises an eyebrow, your gaze assessing. “Alright.” You respond a beat later, pulling out Earl Grey instead of his usual. He hums when you hand him a London Fog, looking at you for explanation. “S’not what I ordered.” He says, no trace of irritation in his voice, just quiet curiosity.

“Actually, you asked for a tea.” You say, gesturing towards the cup. “It’s a tea.” You say, nervousness laced in your smile. A moment passes before he huffs out a laugh, shoulders imperceptibly lighter than when he walked in.

“Alright. Fair’s fair.”

“So, turns out I don’t actually know your name.” You say, passing him an iced chai. He hums in acknowledgement, taking a sip of the drink. “S’good.” He mutters, looking at the drink briefly before his eyes meet yours. “S’that a question or a statement?” He asks, rolling his eyes when you just shrug.

“It’s- I’m Simon.” He says, internally cringing at the way he stumbled over his words. “Well, Simon. It’s nice to meet you.” You smile, eyes moving towards the door when you hear its chime. “Lunch rush, shoo.” You say, swatting him away. He grumbles about rude baristas, a private smile finding its way onto his face.

The next week, he opts for a black surgical mask instead of his balaclava.

You’ve learned that Simon has a tendency to disappear sometimes. There’s never any warning, but one week he won’t stop in and that’s all the notice you need. One week always turns into more, and drags on until he comes back. He’s gone a month or two at a time, and you learn to prepare for it. 

“It’d be embarrassing to lean on a regular that heavily,” You reason, wiping down the counter. You chastise yourself under your breath when you catch yourself glancing at the clock, then the door. Embarrassing.

When he comes back, he picks up as if nothing happened. For some reason you can never place, that bothers you more than you know it should. Feels like he should be doing something, should be apologizing. You know he shouldn’t- that he doesn’t have to. He’s a customer, and faces come and go. That’s part of the job. Selfishly, you wish he would apologize anyways. Would stay longer. Existed beyond the four walls of your cafe.

It hurts more than the first time he left. You know him now. You know his name, can catch the way his shoulders shake ever so slightly at one of your jokes. His presence was a comfort in the moments before the lunch rush, someone who wanted to talk to you for more than a brief moment. You found yourself missing it more than you anticipated.

He’s gone long this time. By the fourth month, you’re convinced he’s ghosting you- go as far as to ask friends if that can even happen in real life. Secretly, you’re mad at him. Your prices aren’t even that high- and you thought you were good enough company. You have so much anger that you don’t know what to do with it until it hits you. You’re lonely.

Your routine is all thrown off, it has been for months now. It’s Tuesday, and you’re in the middle of your lunch rush.

“Jesus-” You startle, his imposing frame catching you entirely off guard. “Okay, fuck. Hi. Tea?” You choke out, already reaching for the black tea.

“Not today. Chat later?” He asks, and fuck, does it feel good. The way his voice borders on desperate, like he’d die without it. God, it felt good.

“Yeah, ‘course. Once I’m out of the shit.” You say, head nodding towards the line behind him. He takes the sign and moves, and you have to take a deep breath before pushing through the rest of the line.

It’s nearing 1pm when people start filtering out. Ever observant, Simon takes the cue and heads to the register. “Started to think you’d tired of me.” You say bluntly, words out of your mouth before you could even think them over. Simon at least had the wherewithal to look ashamed.

“I’m sorry.” He blurts out, standing up straighter. “Well- not really.” Before you can even cut him off, he’s rambling on. “Wouldn’t have happened if it was up to me. But I am sorry that I was gone without notice for that long.” He says, the silence heavy. “I know you worry.”

“I just- can I know why?” You ask, looking up at him. And his heart aches, because the look he was expecting was so much more anger. Instead, he finds a lot of hurt- he thinks that it’s worse than anything else.

“I’m military.” He says and- well, you’re not satisfied. You know there’s more there- have a lot of prodding you want to do- but you’re aware enough to acknowledge and accept a clear boundary being set. “Oh. So this is- it’s gonna be regular? Leaving?” You ask, sounding a world more pitiful than you wanted.

“Afraid so. I figured with how much I disappear on you, might as well just give you my number.” He says bashfully, suddenly finding the mop bucket in the corner terribly interesting. “To check in. That okay?” He tacks on, finally daring to meet your eyes.

“Yeah. More than okay.” You nearly whisper, looking entirely too pleased. “Great, yeah.” He stumbled, pulling out his phone. He felt his face heating up, entirely mortified at his demeanor. The way you look at him is dangerously close to tender, and he finds himself stuck staring at you.

In the light of the cafe, he thought you looked beautiful. If he looked a moment longer, he might even say you looked absolutely smitten- God knows he is.

[emeraldserenade]

It's Been 5 Years ~ Joaquín Torres

synopsis: Adjusting to life after you had just disappeared with half of the living population took some time, but Joaquín seemed to be very helpful

tw: fem!reader, limited use of y/n, reader speaks Spanish, bad Spanish (idk Spanish, I use google translate), none?, barely edited.

fic, ficlet, drabble, request

So I hit page 10 out of 34 on the upcoming story. But I still want to keep up my at least one post a day schedule, so have this. This idea has been running it's way through my head and it didn't come out how I wanted it to but I still think it's good.

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Joaquín was in his relatively new apartment, he had been there for a few months, when the people who had just disappeared reappeared. It was jarring, especially for the two of you.

"Um, hello?" You were confused, one moment you were holding your cat and walking around your apartment getting ready to leave and the next, your cat was gone and everything looked different.

"Holy shit," the man jumped up from the couch and you took a step back. "Wait, I'm not going to hurt you, let me explain," he held his hands up.

"Uh, ok?" You wrapped your arms around your middle, trying to sooth yourself.

"5 years ago this alien named Thanos made half the living population disappear," the man stated and you slowly nodded, you realized almost right away you must have been apart of those that disappeared.

"So, it's been 5 years?" You questioned, you watched as he nodded. "You wouldn't happen to know what happened to my cat, would you?" You took a chance.

"Actually, I would. The neighbor, Ms. Kaur, took your cat in. She told me all about how you would be heartbroken to know that your cat was all alone," the man told you and you felt a rush of relief.

"Uh," you paused for a moment and looked around. "Can I ask you a few favors? Nothing big, I promise," you assured him.

"Yeah, go ahead," you watched as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Well, firstly, can I know your name?"

"Oh," he uncrossed his arms and held his right one out to you. "Joaquín Torres," you shook his hand and gave him your name.

"Also, can I borrow your phone?"

"Yeah, let me grab it," he moved to the kitchen. "I don't know if you need the bathroom but you can go use it," he called from the kitchen you and nodded even though he couldn't see you.

"Oh, thank you!" You called from your way down the hallway and to the extra bathroom. You figured he didn't want you in your, his, bedroom. When you came back he was sitting on the couch again and you hesitantly walked closer.

"You don't have to stand," he told you and handed you his, unlocked, phone.

"Thanks," you awkwardly sat down a little bit away from him and punched in one of the numbers you knew by heart.

One ring, two rings, three rings, then finally someone picked up. "Hola?" You almost sobbed hearing the voice of your father

"Hola, papá," you heard your own voice wobble but it was nothing compared to the full sob of your mother's you could hear.

"Y/n, de verdad eres tú?" Your father questioned. Is that really you?

"Sí, lo es. ¿Alguien más desapareció?" Yes, it is. Did anyone else disappear?

"No, solo eras tú. Ay, tu madre y yo nos alegramos mucho de que hayas vuelto. Por favor, ven a visitarnos pronto," your father told you and you nodded. No, it was just you. Oh, your mother and I are so happy you're back. Please, come visit us soon

"Lo haré, solo necesito aclarar algunas cosas. ¿De acuerdo?" I will, I just need to figure some things out. Ok?

"Ok, te amamos," your father told you. Ok, we love you

"Yo también te amo," you hung up the phone and handed it back to Joaquín. I love you too.

"I uh," you awkwardly looked at Joaquín. "I should probably see if I can find a hotel," you went to stand but Joaquín's words stopped you.

"Or you can stay here, I mean, it technically was, is, your apartment. There's the extra room anyway," Joaquín offered and you looked down at yourself. You suddenly felt grateful that you were about to leave, you had your purse and some of your favorite clothes of your on.

"If you're sure because I can totally go and get a hotel room," Joaquín cut you off.

"Yeah, I'm sure. Plus, I have a feeling finding a hotel room will be extra hard tonight," Joaquín joked and you laughed.

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You had been staying with Joaquín for a few weeks now, you had settled into the guest bedroom and found out that not only did Ms. Kaur save Sushi, but she also saved all your belongings. The furniture, other than the standing mirror your grandmother gave you and the nice hanging jewelry holder you thrifted, got sold. You weren't too upset, you had all your clothes and things anyway.

You were sitting on the couch on hold with the bank while watching Joaquín play some video game. You found out a few days ago that they froze all your cards when you were offically declared dusted. While you appreciate them worrying about your finances, it was a pain in the ass to get unfrozen.

"Miss, are you still there?" Asked the female voice you'd been talking to a few moments ago.

"Yes, I am!" You sat up straighter and the raised volume of your voice caused Joaquín to look over at you.

"We have unfrozen all your accounts, sorry for taking so long," the woman told you and you smiled in relief.

"Ok, thank you!" You hung up after goodbyes and did a small happy dance. "Dios mío, I thought that was going to go on forever," you flopped back against the couch and focused your attention back on the screen.

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"Joaquín, are you even helping me look for apartments?" You looked up from your computer screen at Joaquín, his laptop was open but he was hitting his keyboard more than he would if he was looking.

"If I lie and say yes, would you believe me?" Joaquín questioned and you sighed.

"You act like you want me to stay here," you closed your laptop and moved to sit on the couch next to him, he was on the Minecraft world you two had started. "You said you wouldn't build without me!" You gasped, he was building more of the house you two had started together.

"I got bored, forgive me, Angel," he gave you his puppy eyes and you stared him down, already knowing that he had won.

"Fine, I forgive you," you huffed.

"Good, and I do want you to stay here," he added on and you looked at him weirdly as he saved and exited the game.

"Why?"

"I like you," he said it so casually that you had to remind yourself that he meant as a friend, and that he didn't reciprocate your crush.

"Careful, you might give me the wrong impression," you joked, trying to hide the truth in your words.

"Which would be?" Joaquín looked at you with, what you thought was, genuine curiosity and you mentally kicked yourself.

"Nothing, doesn't matter," you told him, getting up to leave. He grabbed your hand and pulled you back onto the couch before you even took a step causing you to fall with more backwards momentum you were accounting for, and landing with your back pressed into his chest. You just relaxed into his hold, knowing that if he really wanted to you wouldn't be able to move.

Joaquín said nothing as you two sat there, you didn't say anything either. You just sat there in comfortable quiet, you slowly started to drift off and right before you fully succumbed to you heard Joaquín lowly mumble in your ear, but you couldn't quite figure it out.

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It didn't take long until you gave up apartment hunting, the landlord from your building was also very nice. She let you and Joaquín add your name to the lease without much of a hassle.

"Joaquín, you do have plans?" You saw he was dressed nicely.

"Yeah," he told you and you suddenly felt very stupid for even asking. "With you, go get ready, please," he looked away from the mirror where he was messing with his hair to look you in the eyes.

"Me? Where? Why?"

"You ask too many questions Angel, just go," he gave you a smile and you relented.

You two ended up going to dinner, a movie, then to ice cream. You were confused on why he was until he took you back home.

"I like you, a lot, and," you cut Joaquín off with a hug and a quick kiss.

"I like you too," you told him, watching as any of his nerves disappeared.

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Masterlist | Requests

[greynatomy]

you made it

leah williamson x reader

last fic of 2023 (at least from where i am)

i want to thank all who’ve read all that i’ve put out this year and all the mutuals i’ve made. i appreciate each and every one of you.

hope you all have a happy new year!

———

Leah Williamson, the captain of England who led her team to victory in the Euros, was rushing through the streets of London, to get back home, apologizing to all she runs into.

Leah was invited to a ‘party’ with many other athletes all the way in New York. She’d told her agent to decline the invitation, but she couldn’t get out of it. She usually had a plus one with her, but not tonight.

‘Who would throw an event like this on New Year’s Eve?’ She thought.

After winning the Euros, the captain was invited to even after event, hardly any breaks in between on top of her ACL recovery. Finding some time for herself is rare, but not impossible. She makes it work. But right now, her priority is to get home as soon as possible.

—

Leah is back home in Milton Keynes at some neighborhood party time ring in 2018. She’s just sign her senior contract for Arsenal a couple months back and is at an all time high.

Mingling around the house with people her age, she decided to step outside a bit for some space. Walking towards the pool, she sees someone sat on the edge of it.

“Think I could join you?” Leah asked rather timidly.

“Go ahead.” You gestured to the spot next to you. 

Leah mirrors you, taking her shoes and socks off, splashing her feet in the water a bit. When you finally turn your head towards her, her breath got caught in her throat.

‘Beautiful’ She thought.

Talking to you was like a breath of fresh air to Leah. It was as if she knew you for longer than the hour you both sat by the pool. You both weren’t aware of the time until you heard everyone else inside counting down.

10

9

8

7

6

5

Leah looks a bit nervous when you turned your head towards her, so you placed your hand on her arm. 

4

Leah however, was even more nervous now. Your touch sent sparks throughout her body, something she’s never felt before.

3

2

Leah turns her whole body to face you, where you were already looking at her. She timidly reaches over and delicately places a hand on your cheek, leaning her face closer.

“May I?” She asks in a whisper.

You hold her wrist, the one by your face and lean in, closing the gap.

1

Your lips were soft, molding perfectly with Leah’s.  She closes her eyes, relishing in the moment. After what felt like forever, you pulled away, much to Leah’s disappointment.

“Wow.” Was the first thing Leah said, seeing a blush creep up onto your cheeks, her cheeks doing the same.

You bite your bottom lip to stop the corner of your lips from rising. You get up from the side of the pool, grabbing your shoes, Leah copying.

“Thank you for the New Year’s kiss.” You say, backing away from where Leah is rooted from her spot.

“Thank you for letting me.” She replied. Just before you left, she called out to you. “I don’t even know your name!”

All you gave her was a smile and a wink, disappeared from her view.

~

New Year’s Eve 2019 was a bit similar as the year before. She was back in Milton Keynes, but stayed to celebrate back at home. Her mum invited a few friends.

It was nearing midnight, a minute before the clock struck twelve when she felt a tap on her shoulder.

“Fancy seeing you here.”

Leah smirked, leaning close. “It is my mum’s house.”

“Touché.”

You were each other’s New Year’s kiss for the second time in a row. But before you disappeared again, she caught your hand, pulling you incredibly close to her body.

“Would you want to go on a date?”

“You don’t even know my name.”

“Do you know mine?”

You shook your head side to side.

“Y/N.” 

“Y/N. Beautiful.”

“Yours?”

“Leah.”

“Well, Leah. It looks like you’ve got yourself a date.”

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Right when Leah got off the plane, she rushed out the building, hoping to quickly catch a cab, which she fortunately got into one.

Sitting in the back seat, she checks her watch.

11:38

Twenty-two minutes until midnight.

“Is there a way around the traffic?” She asks the driver.

“It’s New Year’s Eve. Everyone’s trying to get home.”

She knows London like the back of her hand, and knew she was close to home, so she quickly pays the man, thanking him, and runs off, passing all the cars.

11:50

She runs a bit faster, already seeing her street from where she is. Many people staring at her, but she didn’t care, she just had to get home.

11:55

She was only a couple of streets away, making her more determined than ever. She’d be damned if she didn’t make it in time.

11:59

Arriving at the front door, she pats all her pockets, looking for her keys. She can hear everyone around the neighborhood counting down.

She rapidly knocks on the door, hoping for it to just magically open. It did right when the clock struck midnight.

You were, however, caught off guard when you feel lips pressed onto yours, about to push the person away when a familiar pair of arms wrapped around your waist.

Wrapping your own arms around her neck, you deepen the kiss, cheers and fireworks can be heard in the background, neither of you paying any mind.

Pulling away, she rests her forehead against your, the both of your catching your breath.

“You made it.” Your voice was soft, not wanting to break the bubble you two are in.

“You’ve been my New Year’s kiss since 2018, I’d be damned if I ever missed one.” Leah pulls you back in for another kiss, before kneeling down and giving your bump a soft kiss. “It’s also our last one as a family of two.” She looks up at you from her kneeling position.

“Oh, how I love you so much.”

[winchesterwild78]

Unspoken Words pt 8

Master List

Characters: Jensen Ackles x Reader, Reader’s daughter, other characters

Warnings: Angst, Accusation of Cheating, Childbirth, SMUT!, fluff

A/N: Another collab story with @cheekygirl2309. This one is about a single mother with a nonverbal autistic daughter who loves Supernatural. The reader is going to a Supernatural Convention with her daughter and things unfold from there. The daughter character is near and dear to my heart. I have someone very close to me who is nonverbal, but he’s such an amazing kid. 

*Last chapter. Features a time jump or two. * This chapter got a bit long, sorry not sorry.

This is a work of fiction and does not depict real life. Jensen is single in this story. 

All work is my own and @cheekygirl2309, don’t take it or use it as your own. Reblogs and likes are appreciated. 

Minors DNI 18+

*8th Month of Pregnancy*

Standing at the mirror I placed my hand on my belly. I couldn’t believe I was just over 8 months pregnant. 

Lily was getting more excited about the babies. She was talking more and was helping me with the nursery. 

Jensen had been working and gone filming a lot. He’d missed a few appointments but I understood. At the last ultrasound appointment they were going to tell me the genders but I asked them to wait. 

My heart ached for Jensen to come home. I knew his job was important and I was so proud of him. I just missed him. 

It was late at night and Lily was in bed. I had changed and glanced at myself in the mirror again. 

I could feel the little kicks and flutters in my stomach, it made me smile. A pang of sadness filled my heart. 

Chalking it up to the hormones I tried to push the thoughts away. I know Jensen loves me, Lily and our children, but I couldn’t help but feel alone and unwanted. 

When Jensen would get home he’d be exhausted and focused on other things. He hadn’t touched me in about a month. My heart ached for his touch. I didn’t say anything to him because I didn’t want to add more stress to him. 

Sarah encouraged me to talk to him, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. 

I took out my phone and sent him a text. 

Me: Hey baby. Just wanted to tell you I miss you and can’t wait until you’re home. You’re still coming home in a few days, right? 

I watched the bubbles appear and disappear several times before it stopped. No reply came in. My message was shown read. 

Maybe he’s on set and glanced at his phone. He’ll message me when he can. 

I sat on the couch and turned on the television for some background noise and honestly to try to pull me out of my head. 

I dozed off around 1am and didn’t hear my phone go off. I slept for a few hours, waking up around 5:30am I glanced at my phone and saw a message notification from Jensen. 

A smile crept across my face, but quickly faded when I read the text. 

Jensen: Thank you for tonight. I needed to blow off some steam. You looked beautiful. 

I swallowed hard and my heart pounded in my chest. I felt sick. Who was this message meant for?! Who did he go out with? 

I opened Instagram and saw a ton of new pictures Jensen was tagged in. He was out at some bar with the cast of his latest project and there was a female co-worker hanging on him. He had a huge smile on his face. She was gorgeous. Young, skinny, and very beautiful. The total opposite of me. The kind of woman Jensen previously had on his arm. 

My heart broke. What was I going to do? How can I raise three children on my own? I’ve been a fucking fool to think he would stay with me. I sobbed. 

Not knowing what to do I followed the pictures back to the original post and it was from her account. 

The original post talked about how lucky she felt to be welcomed to this crew and how much she admired Jensen and his kindness on and off the set. The next part made me want to vomit “Thanks Jens for an incredible night. You definitely know how to make a girl feel special. 🫶🏻❤️” 

I took a screenshot and sent it to Sarah. She said she’d be right over. 

I sobbed harder. My heart felt like it was breaking in my chest. 

Sarah showed up about 15 minutes later and wrapped me in her arms. “Shh, sweetie. I’m sure there’s an explanation for this. Jensen loves you so much. He’s loyal to you.” 

Sarah held me as I cried. “Y/N, think about the babies. You’ve got to calm down. This isn’t good for them.” 

“No, what’s not good for them is their father cheating on their mother with a fucking child!” Sarah had sent Steve a text and told him what happened before she came over. He said he’d call Jensen and get to the bottom of it. 

Sarah’s phone went off and it was a text from Steve. 

Steve: No answer yet. I’ll keep trying. How’s she doing?

Sarah: She’s devastated. I’m really worried about her and the babies. God I hope he didn’t cheat on her. 

Steve: I’ve known Jensen for decades, he’s really not that kind of guy. I promise. 

Sarah: I hope he’s not. 

“Y/N, come on sweetie take a deep breath.” 

I took a breath in and let it out. Then I felt a sharp pain shoot through me. Sarah made me lay down and brought me some water. “You have to relax honey. This isn’t good for the babies.” 

I nodded and tried to relax. My phone went off with a message notification. Sarah wouldn’t let me check it. 

Jensen: Hey baby. Yeah. I’ll be home in a few days as long as filming runs smoothly. I love you and miss you too. 

Sarah read the message and was pissed. He completely ignored the message he sent in the middle of the night. So Sarah sent a reply back. 

Me: Jensen, this is Sarah. You might want to make sure you know who you’re texting before you send it. Y/N saw the text you meant to send some other woman and I’m here picking up the pieces. I swear to god if you’re cheating on her I’m going to cut off your balls! “You had a great time and you needed to blow off some steam and she was beautiful?!” Who the fuck sends another woman a message like that?

Jensen read the message from Sarah and scrolled up. He ran his fingers through his hair “Fuck! I’m so fucking stupid!” 

I was laying on the couch and had Sarah help me up so I could use the bathroom. I sat down and then I saw blood. My heart started racing. When I stood up my water broke. 

“Sarah, come quick!” Sarah ran to my side, seeing the blood and where my water broke she took my hand. “Okay, this is fine. Let me call Steve and see if he can come over for Lily so I can take you to the hospital. 

“Sarah, I need Jensen. He should be here. Please call him.” 

She nodded, helped me change and called Jensen. 

Jensen saw my name pop up on his phone. He took a steady breath and answered it. “Hey baby. I know we need to talk.” 

“Jensen, this is Sarah. You need to get home. Y/N’s in labor. You caused her to go into labor. Please leave your girlfriend there and get to the hospital.” Sarah’s voice dripped with anger and venom. 

“Sarah, I don’t have, you know what, forget it. I’ll be there as soon as I can. Please tell her I’m on my way and I love her.” 

“Sure you do.” Then Sarah hung up. 

I looked at Sarah, “He said he’s on his way and he loves you.” She scoffed. 

“Sarah, please.” She sighed, “I’m sorry. It just pisses me off. You’re carrying his children and you’ve given up everything to be with him and this is how he repays you?” 

“Sarah, please stop. He has a right to explain.” Another pain shot through my body. Steve had arrived and Sarah and I were on our way to the hospital. 

I sent Jensen a text. 

Me: Jens I’m so scared. Please get home safe and quickly. 

Jensen: I’m boarding a flight now. I’m so sorry baby. I swear I didn’t cheat on you. I love you and our family. 

Me: I hope not. I love you too. I don’t want to have these babies without you. 

Jensen: I’m trying to get there as fast as I can. 

Me: I know. We do have a lot to talk about, but first we need to focus on these babies. 

I put my phone down as a contraction hit. Sarah pulled up to the Emergency Department and ran inside. She came back out with a nurse and wheelchair. 

Helping me out of the car they wheeled me in. 

I was immediately taken to labor and delivery and hooked up to the monitor. 

My contractions were close, but not unbearable. I kept looking at the door hoping Jensen would walk in at any moment. 

Sarah stood by my bed and held my hand during the contractions. 

The doctor came in and checked me and said the babies seemed okay for now but we would keep monitoring them for any signs of distress. If there was any distress I’d have to have a c-section. I nodded in understanding. 

A few hours later the contractions were closer and I was getting more worried Jensen wouldn’t make it. 

The doctor came in and checked me, “Okay, it looks like you’re ready to have these babies. Are you ready?” 

Tears started to fall, “No, it’s too early and Jensen isn’t here. Sarah, he should be here.” 

She held my hand, “I know sweetie. He’s on his way. I’m right here.” 

The doctor assured me once the babies were born they would be assessed quickly for any complications. 

It was time to push and the doctor and nurses got me ready. Jensen still wasn’t there and my heart broke more. 

“Sarah, does he really love me?” She wiped the tears away, “Oh Y/N I’m sure he does. He will be here soon.” 

As if on cue Jensen walked in the door. Bag in hand and sunglasses and hat on top of his head. 

He dropped his stuff and ran to my side, “Hey baby. I’m here.” He took my hand and kissed the top of my head. He looked at Sarah and then at the doctor. “How’s she doing? How’s the babies?” 

The doctor explained to Jensen it was early, but the babies would be assessed and taken to the NICU if necessary. 

Jensen nodded and kissed my head again. “I’m so sorry baby. We’ve got this. Come on baby, let’s meet our babies.” 

I nodded and took his hand in mine. 

About thirty minutes later the first baby was delivered. A healthy baby boy. The nurse took him to be assessed while I rested between deliveries. 

Jensen wiped my forehead and fed me ice chips. He took a picture of the baby for me. “Jens, he’s beautiful. Thank you.” He kissed my lips, “God I love you so much, sweetheart. What do you say we deliver our next baby?” 

The second baby moved into position and I was ready to deliver. I was exhausted but ready to meet my other baby. A few minutes of pushing, a tiny cry filled the room. I looked over and saw little legs and feet kicking wildly. I chuckled. Jensen walked over and took a picture. 

“Is the baby okay?” I asked Jensen. He smiled, “She’s perfect. Real fighter like her mama.” 

Tears filled my eyes, “We have a boy and a girl?” He kissed me, “Yeah we do baby. They are perfect.” 

Sarah gave me a hug and kissed my head, “You did great sweetie. I’m gonna call Steve and let him know.” I nodded and thanked her. 

As she walked out of the room Jensen followed her. 

“Hey, Sarah. Wait up please.” Sarah turned and looked at Jensen. He could tell she was pissed. 

“What Jensen?” “I just wanted to tell you thank you for taking care of her and making sure our babies were safe.” 

She stepped closer to him and poked his chest, “You don’t have to thank me. She’s like a sister to me. She wouldn’t have gone into labor if it wasn’t for your cheating ass.” 

“Sarah, I’m not cheating on her. I never have and never would. I love her. It’s not an excuse but I got drunk. I went out with the cast and we got drunk. The text was meant for someone else, but it’s not what you think. She was arguing with her boyfriend and some woman at the bar told her she looked like a cheap hooker, then kissed her boyfriend. She was devastated. I’ve known her for years, she’s like a sister to me. I can call her right now to clear all this up. Look, I know I fucked up and if there is anything wrong with my children I know it’s my fault, but I need you to believe me. I love Y/N and I have since the moment I met her.” 

Sarah stood shocked. She saw the pain in Jensen’s eyes and she couldn’t stop feeling he was telling her the truth. 

Sarah took a deep breath and touched his arm, “Jensen, go to her side. Tell her everything you told me. She loves you and I know you love her. You might have to call that friend, but if you truly mean it and love Y/N then you fight for her.” 

He nodded and they hugged. Sarah walked away to call Steve and Jensen returned to my side. 

I was being transferred to a private room. Jensen came in the room with his bag and set it in a chair. I was laying in the bed and looked over at him. 

He smiled softly “Hey baby. How are you feeling?” “I’m okay. Sore, but okay. I’m glad you made it. Have you heard anything about the babies?” 

He shook his head no, “No, but I can go find out if you want me to.” 

I reached out my hand, “No, I think we should talk first.” He looked down solemnly, “Yeah. I think so too.” 

Silence filled the room. Neither of us knew what to say or how to start the conversation. The weight of it all hung heavy in the air. 

Jensen sat beside me and took a deep breath, “Baby I swear I have never nor would I ever cheat on you. The text was meant for my friend, Leah, but it’s not what you think. We all went out last night to celebrate wrap. Leah was there with her boyfriend and they started fighting. Some woman at the bar said she looked like a hooker and then kissed Leah’s boyfriend. She was devastated. I’ve known her for years, she’s like a sister to me. I just wanted to let her know she looked beautiful. I swear I didn’t mean it any other way. I love you and I’d never do anything to jeopardize what we have. I know I screwed up and you going into labor early is my fault. If there is anything wrong with our children that’s on me.” 

Tears filled his eyes. I didn’t know what to say. 

I lifted my hand to his face and gently touched him. “Jens, it’s not your fault our babies came early. I should have trusted you and not gotten as upset as I did. I just let my brain run wild. I thought you didn’t want me anymore. You hadn’t touched me in a month and I was afraid you weren’t attracted to me anymore. I’m sorry Jensen. I should have talked to you about what was bothering me.” 

“What?! How could I not be attracted to you? Look at you. You’re beautiful and sexy as hell. Your beautiful body made and carried all three of our babies. I could never thank you enough for that. I was afraid I’d hurt you having sex with you. The last time we had sex you were in pain for a few days. I didn’t want to hurt you again. I’m so sorry baby. I should have been honest with you.” 

He leaned down, cupped my face and his lips ghosted mine. He stopped and didn’t move. 

“Is this okay?” I nodded and he crashed his lips to mine. The kiss was full of need and regret. When he pulled away we looked into each other’s eyes, “I love you, Y/N, so much.” “I love you too, Jensen.” 

About an hour later the doctor came in and gave us an update on the twins. They both passed their tests, but would be required to stay in the NICU for at least a week to get their lungs strong enough. She said we could go see them when I felt up to it. 

I looked over at Jensen and he smirked, “She’s ready now, doc.” The doctor chuckled, “Okay, we’ll be careful and call the nurse before you get up.” We nodded and called the nurse. 

She helped me up and we went to see the babies. We saw our son first. The nurse had me sit in the rocking chair and she put him on my chest. He was smaller than Lily was, but he looked good. He cooed and looked up at me. 

I gasped softly, he had the most beautiful green eyes I’d seen since looking into Jensen’s. 

The nurse smiled, “So do you two have a name picked out yet?” I looked at her and then Jensen, “Yeah his name is Michael Alan and her name is Josephine Marie.” 

The nurse smiled, “Beautiful.” She looked at Jensen and said, “While mom is holding him do you want to hold your little girl?” Jensen smiled and nodded. 

He sat in the rocking chair near her crib and the nurse handed the baby to Jensen. 

He looked down at his little girl and smiled. She looked just like Lily, but she had his green eyes. He looked over at me and smiled. “She’s beautiful. She looks like her big sister.” 

I reached my hand out and held his, “We made some beautiful babies. Didn’t we?” “Yeah we did. Thank you baby. Thank you for our beautiful little family.” 

We held the twins for a while and switched. I looked over at Jensen holding our son and I saw the pride on his face. My little girl fell asleep in my arms. I watched her sleep and she reminded me so much of Lily it made my heart full. 

We put the babies down to sleep and Jensen helped me back to the room. Sarah and Steve were bringing Lily to see me and the babies. 

Lily came in and climbed on the bed. She looked at my stomach and put her hand on it, “Babies?” “Mommy had the babies. You have a baby brother and sister.” She looked at me and then Jensen. “See babies” she said looked at Jensen. 

“Well they are in a special room because they were born early, but you can see them through the window.” Jensen said and she nodded. 

“Hey, I’ll take her. You rest” Jensen said as he leaned down and kissed my head. 

He scooped her up and started to carry her out. Steve went with them. 

When they left Sarah looked at me. “What?” I asked. “Did you two work it out?” I nodded, “Yeah. He told me what happened.” “Do you believe him?” I shook my head yes. 

“Okay, I just want to make sure you’re okay. You deserve to be loved.” 

I touched her arm, “I know, and I am. He loves me and I trust him. We even talked about why we hadn’t had sex.” 

“And? What was the reason?” 

“The last time we had sex I hurt for a few days after. He was worried he’d hurt me again so he didn’t pursue it with me.”

“Was that true? Did you get hurt?”

“Yeah. I was in some pain afterwards. It wasn’t his fault, but yeah. I understand his hesitation.” 

She hugged me, “Okay. Well I still meant what I said to him if he hurts you.” We both laughed, “I know. You’re mean that way.” 

*Time Jump 3 Months* 

“Jensen, can you grab Michael and dry him off and bring me Josie?” 

Jensen came into the bathroom and we switched off the twins for bath time. 

They were now 3 months old and growing. Jensen and I were a great team with them and Lily. 

Jensen still made time to play with Lily and she even helped feed the babies. She would help get diapers and wipes, but never changed a diaper. 

When we first brought the twins home, Lily had a hard time adjusting. She clung to Jensen for about a month. Anytime he left the house she went with him. I was worried she felt pushed to the side, but Jensen was great at helping her feel loved and cared for. 

After bath time we fed the twins and put them down for bed. Lily had her bath and we read to her and put her to bed. 

Jensen and I had some quiet time for the first time in a while. We usually had one kid awake or we were both so exhausted we fell asleep. Sometimes in our clothes. 

Tonight, however, we were both wide awake. 

He sat beside me on the couch and leaned over and kissed my cheek. “Hey beautiful, why don’t you go take a shower or bath and relax. If one of the kids wakes up I’ll take care of them. You can relax.” 

I looked over at him. I wanted him, I needed him. It had been months. Between the pregnancy and birth we hadn’t had sex and I really wanted to feel him again. 

I straddled his hips and leaned down kissing his lips. His hands grabbed my hips and pulled me close. “Jens, take me to our room.” 

He leaned back and looked in my eyes, “Are you sure?” 

I kissed him. Pouring all my love, need and desire into it. “Yes”. 

He lifted me up and carried me to our room. I tried to protest, “Jensen, put me down. I weigh too much.” 

“No you don’t, you’re perfect.” 

He carried me to our room, closed the door with his foot and laid me on the bed. 

He leaned down, his strong arms on either side of me. He smiled and kissed my lips softly. 

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” I smiled, “Yeah, I’ve been told that a few times.” 

Jensen chuckled and kissed me again. His hand slid down my body and to the hem of my shirt. 

I bit my lower lip and my breath hitched. I could feel my desire course through my body. Jensen’s hand slipped under my shirt and to my breasts. He gently cupped them and I arched my back, moaning his name. 

He pulled my shirt over my head. Jensen began licking and sucking each nipple. My fingers in his hair, pulling him closer to me. 

He smirked against my skin as his hot breath caused goosebumps to erupt all over me. 

Jensen slid his hands down to my waistband and past my panties. He felt how soaked I was and without warning slid his fingers past my folds and into my waiting pussy. 

I gasped loudly as he hooked his fingers up. His thumb rubbing my sensitive clit. “Oh God, right there, Jensen. Fuck!” 

He stopped and I whined. “Jens, why did you stop?” He leaned up and pulled my pants and panties down in one pull, “Had to get better access.” He chuckled. 

Jensen continued and pushed me closer to my release. I felt heat and arousal fill my body. It had been so long since we touched each other I wanted it to last. My body was responding to Jensen. 

The familiar coil tightened in my stomach. “Jens, I’m close.” He leaned forward, lips ghosting my ear, “I know baby. Let go for me. Cum on my fingers. Let me feel you.” 

The coil snapped and I was cumming hard. My back arched off the bed and I soaked Jensen’s hand. My legs trembled as my body convulsed through my orgasm. 

By the time I was done I was panting and could feel my arousal running down my ass. Jensen stood up and I saw his rock hard cock through his sweatpants. 

I licked my lips and pulled my bottom lip in between my teeth. My breath hitched as he removed his clothes. He smirked, “See something you like, sweetheart?” 

I nodded and smiled, “Yes, I do.” Jensen climbed back on the bed and used his legs to push my legs apart. 

I laid looking up at him and saw the love in his eyes. My heart fluttered in my chest. 

Jensen pumped his length a  few times and looked down at me. I nodded and Jensen’s pink head slid past my lips and slowly sunk inside me. 

I gasped and he moaned as he pushed in. Jensen stilled himself as he bottomed out. 

“Fuck! I forgot how tight you were. Damn baby, even after three babies you fit perfectly around me.” He kissed my lips as he started to move his hips. 

Jensen moved his hips slowly, pulling his length in and out of me slowly. His hands and lips trailing over my body. Our moans and pants filled the air. 

I placed my hands on his biceps as his hips snapped into mine. 

“Baby, I want you on top. I want to see your beautiful body.” 

Jensen pulled out and laid on his back, I climbed on top of him and used one hand to steady myself while I used the other to guide him in me. 

I sank down on his hard cock with a whimper and pulled a deep moan from his lips. 

His hands gripped my hips as I rocked back and forth. Jensen snapped his hips up and pushed his cock deeper inside me. I grabbed the headboard and I continued rocking my hips faster. 

“Mmm, yes baby. Just like that. God, you feel so good. Fucking me so good.” I moved faster as I felt my second release building. 

Jensen’s hips moved faster moving up as I moved down. Our bodies were working together, chasing our release. 

Jensen grabbed my body and flipped me on my back, his hips slamming into me faster. My legs resting on his shoulders as my hands found his chest. I was close again. My fingers slipped between us and I started rubbing my clit, chasing my second release. 

My release hit hard and I moaned his name like a prayer. My walls clenched around his length and pulled his orgasm out too. He came with a grunt and his release coated my walls. Filling me with his seed. 

He leaned down and kissed my lips as he softened inside me. “I love you, Jensen.” “I love you too, Y/N. This was perfect.” I smiled and nodded. 

Jensen pulled out and kissed my lips. He got up, went to the bathroom, grabbed a washcloth and came back to the bed to clean us both up. 

Tossing the washcloth to the side he crawled back in bed with me. Offering me his arm, I curled up to his side and laid my head on his chest. 

My fingers drawing circles on his chest. “Jensen, thank you for tonight. It’s been too long and it was amazing.” He tilted my head up and placed a soft kiss on my lips, “Yeah it was. Thank you for tonight. I didn’t hurt you did I?” “No, baby. You were perfect.” 

The two of us drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms. Finally reconnecting and falling more in love. 

*Time Jump 3 months* 

The twins were 6 months old and my birthday was in a few days. Sarah had planned a spa day for us and I was excited. Jensen was staying with the kids, and Steve was coming over too. 

Jensen and Steve were cooking dinner and my instruction from Jensen was to relax. 

Sarah came and got me and we headed to the spa. We got facials, full body wraps, manicures and pedicures. By the time we got back to the house it was close to dinner time. 

Walking in the house it smelled amazing. Jensen was standing at the stove when I walked into the kitchen. 

“Hey sweetheart, how was the spa?” I walked up to him and kissed him, “It was amazing, thank you. This smells amazing by the way.” “It’ll be ready soon. You go sit and relax. The twins are napping and Lily is playing with Steve. 

I nodded and walked into the living room where I found Sarah and Steve whispering. “What are you two talking about?” “Uh, nothing.” Sarah giggled. “Okay, whatever. Well just don’t have sex where the kids can see it.” Sarah turned red. 

A few minutes later Jensen was telling us dinner was ready. We all sat down at the table and ate. Jensen brought out a small birthday cake, candles and all. 

They sang Happy Birthday and Jensen told me to make a wish. I smiled, “But I have everything I could ever want right here.” I kissed him and then blew out the candles. 

We enjoyed some cake and ice cream. Later after Sarah and Steve left and the kids were in bed, Jensen and I went to sit on the back porch. 

We sat on the swing under a blanket and listened to the crickets and looked up at the stars. 

“So, are you sure there’s nothing you would wish for?” Jensen asked with a smile. “Jensen, I have you, our three babies and this beautiful life. I have everything I could ever need.” 

He smiled and nodded. “I have everything I could ever need too, well almost everything.” I looked at him confused, “What else could you need?” 

Jensen stood and dropped to his knee, “I’ve loved you since the minute I saw you at that convention. You and Lily came into my life when I least expected it. You’ve given me so much, a home filled with love, three beautiful children, and a companion for life. It would be my absolute honor if you would agree to become my wife. I love you, Y/N, and I can’t think of anything else I want more than that. Will you marry me?”

I gasped softly as he opened the ring box. I threw my arms around him and kissed him, “Yes! Yes I’ll marry you!” He kissed me and slipped the ring on my finger, “Perfect fit.” I looked at it and nodded. 

About a month after the engagement Lily started to retreat into herself again. I began to get worried about her. I wasn’t sure if it was because the twins were getting older and required more attention or if it was the engagement. 

I talked to Jensen to see if he could help with her, he went to her room to talk to her. When he came back I saw tears in his eyes. 

“Jens, is she okay?” He shook his head no. “She thinks she’s not family because she doesn’t have the same last name.” 

I sighed, “Oh no. Why didn’t I see it? I’m going to be an Ackles, and the babies are. She’ll be the only one who isn’t.” 

Jensen took my hand in his, “Hey, this isn’t on you. It’s natural for kids to feel this way. I did find this in her room, that’s how I knew what was bothering her.” 

He handed me a picture she had drawn, it was all of us and she wrote “Ackles” on the top. “Jens, is she asking what I think she is?” “I think so. So what do you say? How would you feel if I adopted her, made it official?”

“You’d adopt her?” “Of course I would. I love her like my own. I’d love nothing more than to adopt her. She’s already my daughter, let’s make it official.” 

I smiled and nodded, “Let’s go tell her.” 

We walked into Lily’s room. She was playing on the floor and Jensen picked her up and sat her between us on the bed. 

“Lily honey, we wanted to talk to you.” She looked at me and then back at Jensen. “We were talking and wanted to ask you how you would feel if daddy adopted you. You would be an Ackles for real. What do you think?”

She looked up at Jensen and then back at me and squealed. 

She leaped in Jensen’s lap and threw her arms around his neck, “Daddy, my daddy.” He chuckled, “Yes, Lily girl. I’m your daddy forever.” He looked over at me, “I think that’s a yes.” I nodded, “I think so too.” 

Lily climbed out of Jensen’s lap and ran to her closet. She pulled out her suitcase and Jensen and I looked at each other confused. Lily opened it and dumped the bag out. We saw some clothes, her stuffies and pictures of her with the twins and the family picture we had taken. 

“Lily honey, what’s all this?” Jensen bent down to help her pick up the stuff. “Lily, no go now.” I was confused then it hit me, She wanted to leave. I sat on the floor beside her and pulled her in my lap, “Lily baby, you will always be our baby girl. It doesn’t matter what your last name is or how many babies I have. You will always be my first baby and we will always love you so much.”

She put her arms around my neck and held me tight. “Love you mama.” “I love you too, Lily girl. So much.” Jensen pulled both of us in his arms, “And I love my girls so much.” 

Sitting on the floor with Jensen and Lily I reflected on the past few months of my life. From taking a chance and going to a convention with Lily, meeting the love of my life and having his children, to being engaged to him and he accepting my sweet girl, I knew I was exactly where I was supposed to be, and I couldn’t ask for more.

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and the crowd goes wild

seungmin x gn!reader – established relationship ; fluff

word count – 1.0k

a/n – sorry for being m.i.a. for so long; i have been absolutely dying to write about baseball for a seungmin story!! i hope y’all enjoy, fingers crossed that my small knowledge of baseball was useful for this

You looked at yourself in the mirror at the baseball stadium, inspecting your outfit from head to toe. You fiddled with the buttons on your jersey, wanting everything to look perfect for your boyfriend on his big day. A sharp breath escaped your lips as you smoothed your hair back. After a moment of quiet motivation, you left the restroom and made your way to your section, where you would watch your boyfriend take the field.

Leaning back in your seat, you sipped your soda and glanced toward the field. The opening ceremony was wrapping up when your boyfriend strode onto the mound. “Seungmin, a member of the group Stray Kids, will join us!” the announcer’s voice boomed.

You couldn’t help but grin as he did a few hops, rolling the baseball in his hand. As he began his windup for the first pitch, you leaned forward, captivated by him. Anticipation rushed over you, and you watched his every movement closely.

Seungmin’s left leg rose into the air, winding him back slightly. His hands followed, both moving to the right side of his head. He stepped forward, his right leg extending straight back, and his arm swung forward with precision. The ball spiraled through the air, and you held your breath, your eyes tracking its path. When it landed squarely in the strike zone, you shot to your feet, cheering.

“That’s my boyfriend!” you shouted, jumping up and down as he walked to home plate to pose for pictures with the catcher. He maintained his usual stoic facade, but a slightly larger smile broke through as your eyes met.

After a few moments of photographs, Seungmin disappeared briefly before reappearing in your section. He plopped down beside you with a beer in one hand and a hot dog in the other, grinning as he leaned into you. “How did I do?” His excitement was written all over his face.

He had just thrown the first pitch for Team Korea and the LA Dodgers—something he had dreamed about for years. You remembered the moment months ago when he first mentioned the idea and, later, the phone call inviting him to do it. With his background in baseball, this opportunity had come naturally.

“You… were absolutely fantastic, Puppy,” you said, leaning closer to him. His confidence and happiness were so magnetic, and in that moment, you felt incredibly lucky.

As the game progressed, the two of you cheered enthusiastically for Team Korea and booed the Dodgers’ successful plays. Once Seungmin finished his food, you held his hand and rested your head on his shoulder, savoring the moment. His busy schedule didn’t allow for outings like this often, so you knew how special it was for him.

You gently squeezed his hand and looked up at him, but he was completely engrossed in the game. When you squeezed his hand again, he looked down at you with a soft smile. “Are you doin’ alright?” he asked, his eyes dancing between yours.

You nodded, cherishing every second of the experience. “I’m doing great.”

He sighed and kissed your forehead gently. “Good. That makes me happy.”

The game eventually came to a close. Unfortunately for Seungmin, Team Korea lost 2-5. He narrowed his eyes as he glanced at the Dodgers’ dugout. “They got lucky,” he muttered.

You stifled a laugh, unsure if he was being serious or playful. He turned to glare at you but couldn’t hold back a slight smile.

As the crowd began filtering out of the stadium, Seungmin’s attention lingered on the field, replaying the game in his mind. You touched his shoulder gently, not wanting to snap him out of his thoughts too abruptly. “Hey, champ, are you ready to go?”

He turned to you, his boyish grin returning. “Yeah,” he said, scrunching his nose playfully. “But next time, they don’t stand a chance.”

You laughed, picking up your bag as he grabbed your hand.

The two of you strolled out of the stadium hand in hand, the cool evening air wrapping around you. The streets buzzed with fans discussing the game, vendors packing up their stands, and the hum of distant car horns. Seungmin slowed his pace, glancing over at you.

“Hey, um, thanks for coming today,” he said softly, his voice a quiet contrast to the busy atmosphere. “It meant a lot to me to have you here.”

Warmth spread through you as a blush crept across your cheeks. Smiling, you squeezed his hand. “I wouldn’t have missed it for the world. It’s not every day my rockstar gets to do something this cool.”

He tilted his head and gave you the half-smirk that always made your heart flutter. “I loved seeing you cheer for me. I swear it gave me superpowers.”

You laughed, your eyes sparkling. “If that’s the case, maybe I should go to every game with you.”

“Deal,” he replied, pulling you closer.

As you approached the car, you noticed he was unusually quiet, his pace slowing. You stopped, holding his hand gently as concern filled your eyes. “Is everything alright, Seungmin?”

He stared at you for a moment, his dark eyes illuminated by the streetlights. “I’m more than alright. Lately, I just… feel really lucky. Moments like this remind me how much I love having you in my life.”

His words made your heart skip a beat. You wrapped your arms around his waist, leaning into him. “I feel the same way. You make me feel like the luckiest person in the world.”

Standing on the sidewalk, his head rested atop yours as you held each other close. He let out a soft sigh before speaking again. “Let’s make a deal: no matter how busy life gets, no matter what’s going on, we’ll always find time for moments like this.”

You looked up at him and nodded. “Of course.”

He smiled and touched your chin gently before kissing you. Pulling away, you admired the glow of the city lights around you.

“Hey… I bet you can’t catch me,” you said suddenly, a playful glint in your eyes.

His eyes widened as you took off toward the car. A beat later, he chased after you, both of your laughter echoing into the night.

[guesswhoisofftheirmedsagain]

@lochnessgoddess asked me to share the rest of what I had written for my TimKon rock star AU, it’s not completed (we are going to be finding out the plot together) and kinda strays away from the rock star part a bit, which is why this wasn’t in the original post. This does take pick up immediately from where the last post left off. It’s not much, but please enjoy <3

Tim agreed, and gave Kon his phone number. (Kon wasn’t allowed to give out his phone number anymore, not after the fourth time of having to change it.)

The next day they end up agreeing to meet up at a coffee shop or something idk date places. The date goes great, they are laughing and getting along so well that Tim almost forgot why he agreed. He was able to get a few samples from Kon, it was more than enough to get a full genetic analysis on him, he didn’t have to meet up with Kon anymore, but Tim found himself agreeing to a second date. He told himself it was so he had an easy way to interrogate Kon under the lie of “just trying to get to know him better” but then he found himself asking unrelated questions that didn’t really matter to the investigation he was convincing himself he was on. Now Kon was in much tamer clothes (although still very punk), blending in seamlessly with the crowded streets of the Big Apple. He was so kind, sweet, charming and all around charismatic. He was a big flirt, but also so respectful at the same, he looked nervous, covering it with what could be over confidence. Tim found himself wishing for more. But he was a hero, a vigilante, and Kon, while very powerful, was still just a civilian. Tim would have to be honest with him eventually, about everything, and that would put him in more danger than he was already in just from being famous alone. He never should have agreed to a third date, then a fourth, then somehow he suddenly found himself planing the fifth, texting back and fort with Kon daily. He found his heart skipping a beat whenever he got a notification, unable to help the smile on his face when he saw it was from Kon. His siblings definitely picked up on it, he thought he was boing sneaky but after disappearing multiple times the past two months it was all but subtle in a family full of detectives. Tim fears that Bruce will try to give him the talk, again, and Tim never wants to go through the presentation again, never. He ignores his siblings taunts and curiosity.

Because he could fly, and fast, Kon was able to get from his concert locations to the outskirts of Gotham in no time to pick up Tim for their dates. Tim had fully planned their last date, so Kon had taken it upon himself to plan their sixth date. They had mostly stayed near Gotham, venturing out no farther than New York. They weren’t officially dating, not yet. Kon didn’t really know the appropriate amount of dates someone should go on before officially dating. Kon has watched romance movies, and that’s about all of his experience. One place that is a repeating pattern is in a country called France. A city named Paris, known as the City of love. Is that to ambitious? Nah.

Tim was successful able to sneak away, barely, said he was going to hang out with his friend, again. Alfred gave him a suspicious look in the way only he could, but didn’t mention it as Tim rushed out the house and to his car in the driveway. (He had to remove at least 5 different trackers from his clothes. He kept his phone on though, if he didn’t Bruce would have a heart attack.) He wished he had turned his phone off, because when Kon picked him up to fly him to the surprise date location, he did not expect to open his eyes and be in France.

(More to be added, hopefully)

[write-here-n-now]

What to do when you've crossed a line?

C.(S). Jeonghan x Reader | WC. 1031 | G. Angst| Pt. 5/? | *Jeonghan's POV*

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 |

“Wait Y/N!”

He watches you run away. He couldn’t let you get away for a second time.

His feet are stuck once again to the floor of campus hallway, everyone staring at him, as he stands unmoving and staring at your receding figure.

It’s not until Seungcheol literally slaps his back that he snaps out of the trance of tracking your disappearance.

“GO! What are you waiting for?”

His brain finally decides to comprehend the situation and instead of shutting down, his feet get the memo to follow your steps, picking up the pace as he races down the hall.

He reaches outside and sees you in the distance getting onto the local bus—well timed for your getaway.

He has a clue as to where you might be heading so he turns around to go find Seungcheol again, he had to catch up to you and he couldn’t afford to make the same mistake a third time.

He finds Seungcheol in the same hallway talking to some people, but he lifts his head to see Jeonghan fast approaching him.

“Did you chicken out again?” Seungcheol, despite only being a few months older always had a way to make Jeonghan feel like he was being scolded by a parent.

“I need your keys!”

“What?”

Jeonghan, in a clear immediate rush, starts to pat down Seungcheol trying to locate the keys to the car.

“Hold on hold on, stop frisking me!” Seungcheol swats away Jeonghan’s hands.

Reaching into the front right pocket of his jeans, he pulls out the keys but before he can even begin to offer them, Jeonghan’s hand snatches them out of his hand and dashes, without Seungcheol even able to fully comprehend the scene.

“AT LEAST SAY ‘THANK YOU’!” Seungcheol shouts after the already long-gone Jeonghan.

He doesn’t think he’s ever run so fast in his life; he knows his destination is too far otherwise he may have just run after the bus you were currently seated in.

It takes him a bit to locate the whereabouts of Seungcheol’s car, running down the aisles to locate the familiar silver hood of his friend’s car, finally choosing to click the automatic lock button before hearing its beeps coming from his far-left side.

There is a rush in every action, fumbling with the seatbelt as he enters the driver’s seat and reverses at record speed. If he was even a little bit of a bad driver, the way in which he had reversed surely would have dinged a few cars, but muscle memory was hard to let go, even in a rush.

Speeding out of the parking lot, his patience wears thin at the sheer amount of stop signs littered to simply get off the campus grounds, but he can’t risk being ticketed just because he can’t wait a few seconds.

He has a clear image of his destination, a route he knows by heart—praying he gets to you as quickly as humanly possible.

Drumming his fingers on top of the steering wheel, he waits for the main road signal to change colours, the jittering inside his body can’t seem to rest even for a moment, the idea of sprinting to you still lingering in his mind.

Luckily the light changes before he can bolt out of the car.

He needed a distraction, something to take his mind off how long it was taking to get to his destination. Turning the dial of the volume, the radio turns on and he adjusts the radio dial until it reaches the preferred station.

“This next song is a beloved, blah blah blah”

He pays no mind to the DJ’s explanation, busy trying to turn his brain away from the anxiety of missing his chance to explain himself to you and the fear of not getting to you as soon as possible.

The dialogue is a blur, but he feels his stomach flutter as he hears the familiar tune of the guitar, your favourite song.

“Wise men say…”

“Only fools rush in…”

“But I can’t help”

“Falling in love with you…”

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“Jeonghan come on, let me play a song”

“I’m driving so I get to choose”

“Please please please please please please please”

His eyes roll at your consistency, unable to deny your demands as your lips turn into a pout and eyes widen like a puppy.

“...fine.”

You waste no time connecting your phone and starting your favourite song.

The stereo plays out a familiar guitar strumming before Elvis’ deep voice sounds through the speakers.

“WISE MEN SAY~”

You couldn’t contain yourself whenever the song played, eager to immerse yourself in the feeling of being in love and giddiness that the smooth love song filled in your stomach.

Turning your body, you sing to Jeonghan, giggling when he looks forward uninterested in your antics and ignoring your private concert.

When you sing louder, he attempts to stick his hand over your mouth but you’re quicker and dodge, turning away from him laughing out loud, eyes closed, attempting to compose yourself enough to continue the sing-along.

The car comes to a halt at a red light as you reach the bridge. Singing your heart out, you use Jeonghan’s right arm and hand as a microphone, moving it along serenading the surrounding traffic audience.

Turning his head, he feels that darn tug. He couldn’t help the grin that carved itself onto his lips.  

He thinks that life couldn’t be any better, listening to you belt your favourite love song as if nothing mattered more, and nothing did.

The honk from a behind , snaps him out of his daydream. Turning his attention back to the road and you finish off the song with some personal adlibs.

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“..For I…can’t help”

“Falling in love with you…”

He looks ahead, his heart fluttering at the familiar memory but how he wishes you were here next to him, singing the song.

He shakes his head ridding the memory, trying to focus on the road ahead and the path to his destination. He turns off the radio letting the silence consume the car, he can’t dwell further on what he should’ve done before, only on what he had to do now.

TAG LIST: @jjeongddol

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oops! all trophberry

(a.k.a. the doodles i showed friends but never bothered posting them online but i realized my accounts are all molding because i barely post nowadays so i drop these so i can indefinitely disappear again for the next 5 months

sigh college)

irl doodles of the two

yes i haven’t watched murder drones how’d you know

translations of blueberry’s lines for both

[tr1: what is this lunatic doing…

ME. ME. PLEASE. BITE ME. MY GOD YOU’RE SO HANDSOME]

[inmyheaddd]

missed calls - grayson hawthorne x reader

a/n: these girl dad grayson fics have be wishing for a little freya more than grayson himself 😞 need a baby daughter so bad wc: 927 tag list: @wish-i-were-heather @x-liv25-jamieswife @thecircularlibrary @whatsamongus

@anintellectualintellectual @heartwithsimplenotes @littlemissmentallyunstable (love u guys!! if u want to be added lmk 🩷) masterlist

it was the morning of your 5 year old daughter freya’s ballet play, the one she had been rehearsing and practicing for months. sometimes, you and grayson would go wake her up for school, and you’d find her already awake, practicing her pirouettes in her little mirror. 

you dropped off your daughter at around 8 in the morning, and the show as at 1. grayson had his schedule cleared for months, he had literally scheduled everything around it, he wouldn’t miss it for the world. 

the world may bend to the will of grayson hawthorne, but he bent to the will of his daughter. 

it was nearing 12:15 when grayson’s personal phone went off. he was fetching his car keys so you decided to see what it was. your face fell when you saw it was a 911 text from his brother, jameson. 

you turned around, not even registering that grayson had now come up behind you. “whats wrong?” he said upon seeing the look on your face.

“nothing, it’s just,” you paused before sighing, “jameson just sent a 911.” 

graysons eyebrows furrowed, and he reached for his phone and saw the message. he muttered a swear under his breath before meeting your eyes again silently.

grayson’s bond with his brothers was uncomparable to anything else, even if they bickered a lot, they would still practically die for one another. 

“what are you going to do?” you asked, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth nervously. you had to drop everything for a 911, that was the rule.

the last time grayson ignored one, a very unfortunate video of him in very tight leather pants haunted him for months. you had jameson to thank for that.

you could see grayson thinking through all the possible outcomes, a tiny crinkle in between his brows.

“i’m sure they’ll be fine without me for one day.” he stated, and you could tell he was sure in his decision.

that didn’t stop you from asking anyways.

“grayson, are you sure? i mean, i’ll be there to watch freya anyway.” your fingers were drumming against your leg, grayson noticed and held your hand in his. “plus, i think she’ll be fine. she doesn’t like you that much.”

you joked in an attempt to resolve the visible tension in his face, and it worked — his lips stretching into a smile that made your heart flutter. 

he then pulled you into his side and planted a kiss on the top of your head, appreciating your attempts to make him feel better. 

“even if she doesn’t like me that much, i care for her more than anything. i’m going, no matter what.” 

you smiled at grayson and his thoughtfulness. the love he had for your daughter was extraordinary, he was the best parent there could possibly be. 

any worries about what the future - more so his brothers - held in the next week that lingered disappeared the second he locked eyes with freya. she was looking all over the audience for you two, the way her face visibly lit up and her little wave was worth anything his brothers would put him through.

grayson, ever the dad, pulled out his professional camera and was snapping photos and videos throughout the whole show. 

people were giving him looks, even moms that you knew were eyeing you. 

“grayson,” you whispered as you nudged him. 

“yes, my love?” his gaze kept flickering between the stage, his camera, and you. 

“people keep staring.” you muttered, as if it was something new to you two. 

he quirked an eyebrow up as he watched freya on stage, “i’m afraid i don’t care.” he paused, smiling as freya did the one routine she had shown him a million times and locked eyes with you two right after she did. 

“if they had this angel for a daughter, then they’d understand.” he continued. 

the way you could visibly see the excitement and happiness bouncing off of her little face made you endlessly proud. 

you chuckled, “how’d we ever get so lucky with her?” you muttered practically in awe, you wholeheartedly believed you had the best kid in the world.

grayson’s gaze was now entirely focused on you, “she’s a little you, you know that? you’re the best mother to her, it amazes me everyday; how perfect you are with her.” 

“grayson,” you said with a slightly flustered chuckle as you squeezed his hand, “don’t cut yourself out. that determination, that focus?” you say as you nod towards freya, “did not come from me.” 

“that’s not from me, either. that’s all her, my love.” 

freya ran to you the second she was done, then grayson lifted her up and spun her around. their shared laughter was a sound you could listen to forever, and one you couldn’t help but join in on. 

the next day, grayson left for the 911.

he was late though, and the rules were the rules. even though his brothers wouldn’t outwardly say it, they were beyond happy that grayson had found his people, the ones he loved with his whole entire being. 

nevertheless, 2 days later grayson was back home with pink and green streaks in his blonde hair, and glitter in all the places glitter shouldn’t be. honestly, you weren’t too sure you even wanted to know what happened. 

along with that, you were sent a video of grayson singing britney spears karaoke in a very questionable outfit by xander. 

grayson would do it all again though, to be able to see that proud smile on his little girl’s face, and to be able to share that moment with you.

[arminaneka]

Nanami x fem reader

Note: GUYS IM BACK FOR NOWW IT HAS BEEN SO LONG😭 (I’ll probably disappear again after this post)

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You were currently 5 months pregnant waiting on Nanami to get home, he hasn’t been home for 2 days straight because of some unfinished work.

You guys have been together for 2 years and engaged for 4 months, you made one of his favorite dishes for dinner and put it in the toaster oven to keep warm hoping he’d come home to it still warm. You were so excited for him to come home you felt like you were going to burst.

You sat on the sofa watching Tv while waiting, after a while you got a text from nanami, your face lit up unfortunately it was just filled with sad new. The text stated that he wouldn’t be coming home until the next morning. You felt so devastated but you knew that it was your hormones making you feel this way because usually you’d understand when he has to work late.

You’ve been touch deprived for 2 days and you thought tonight you’d finally feel better but you were wrong. Before you knew it you started crying. You felt so selfish for crying over something so dumb and foolish.

You decided to go to bed since he wasn’t coming home for the night. You went into the bedroom and went into the bed, you covered yourself and drifted off to sleep.

3:26 am

You were awoken by the sound of movement in the room. You knew exactly who it was judging by the smell, it was nanami..

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you” he mumbled. “I thought you weren’t gonna be home till 7?” You got up and turned on the light. “It’s okay I wasn’t really sleeping anyways” you laughed. Looking at his face you saw that he was injured and he also had a stab wound. “Before you worry yourself and the baby I’m fine. Just a little scratch” he told you.

Not in the mood to argue with him you pulled him into the bathroom and took out the first aid kit. “I said I was fine honey” you ignored him and cleaned his stabbed wound and wrapped it up. You then proceed to clean the bruises on his face and put a plaster on them. “Why were you crying?” He lifted up your chin to see your red eyes.

“It was nothing just my hormones” you tired to laugh it off feeling way too embarrassed to tell him why you were actually crying.

“You never cry over something dumb I know you, tell me what’s wrong baby” he placed you on the bathroom counter. “I just missed you that’s all… and your touch and your voice and everything about you” feeling a little embarrassed that those words left your mouth. “You missed me huh?” He smirked. You nodded and put your hands around his neck. “Good thing I’ll be home tomorrow” he whispered in your ears as he took you back into the bedroom.

Sorry for the mistakes 😔

[pillow-anime-talk]

jjba month ; second day.

synopsis: Narancia always liked older women than him.

# tags: scenario; current relationship; romance; milf reader; teasing; touching him; no parent figure; pet names; suggestive

includes: female reader ft. narancia ghirga {jjba 5}

Narancia grew up without anyone close to him; he never knew his father, and his mother disappeared from his life as soon as he turned thirteen. However, he owed a lot to Giorno, as well as to other friends who had recently played a huge role in his life. However, they were still just friends. Narancia needed other role models in his life, someone warm, full of love and understanding, perhaps also someone who would teach him certain things and show him the world from a completely new perspective.

That is why meeting you was a real salvation for the teenager. Not only were you beautiful, modest and composed, but you also had a certain mysterious element in you that told of your madness, desire for domination and a hint of untamed love that had been hidden for the past few years. A few months ago, you would have certainly defended yourself against any relationship with a younger man, but now, seeing how much Narancia smiled and was happy to see you, you could have sworn that you were already less certain about these resolutions and promises. This dark-haired boy filled a certain gap in your heart, and although his interference in your life was huge, you couldn’t say that it was also unwanted.

Quite the opposite - you liked Narancia’s company, his eyes full of light when he talked about his achievements, when he talked about his friends and shared adventures, when he boasted that he had learned something new. He was a bit like a younger brother to you, but at the same time a friend and lover who discovered new things and carnal pleasures with you… Like right now.

“… Narancia, do you need anything?” You asked, sitting with your laptop on your lap on the couch and looking at the boy standing at the doorstep. “… You have a voice, you can use it, I don’t read your mind, darling.”

“Can I hug you?” He asked quietly, almost inaudibly. Fortunately, you were close enough to understand the uncertain question he was asking. You nodded, smiling and putting the equipment on the coffee table. You patted the spot next to you, and as soon as Narancia sat down next to you, you placed your warm hand on his knee. “Um.”

“Is something wrong? Remember, you can tell me everything.” You asked, rubbing circles on his skin. “Do you want to buy something or go somewhere?”

“Well… I just wanted to watch a movie with you, Y/N.”

You smiled again, sighing slightly.

“Just a movie… or something more?” You asked, moving your hand a little higher, to the teenager’s thigh. You watched with joy as your adorable boy’s face reddened more and more, and his voice became higher and uncertain.

Both Narancia and you were new to this type of relationship, but without compromise, the whole atmosphere brought unbridled joy to your heart; moreover, you were always there to help and give good advice when it came to not only choosing the aforementioned movie, but also pleasure, touch, or explaining anything.

previous day ; josuke higashikata ♡ next day ; jolyne cujoh, ermes costello and foo fighters

[angstywaifu]

The Lost Sister - Part 2

Synopsis: Xaden is known as an only child due to his sister who 'died' during the Rebellion. Little do they know she didn't die and has been so close this entire time.

A/N: Thank you all for the lovely responses to the first post. And I couldn't agree more about the Garrick pairing, so I will start working towards that! Yet again any feedback or suggestions is always welcome.

The Lost Sister Masterlist | Masterlist

It feels like hours pass as Xaden and I stare at each other. Even though I knew all these years he was alive, its still a shock to see him in front of me. As usual he is hard to read, but I notice the small twitch in his hand almost as if he is restraining himself from reaching out to me. I know he wont do it though. Neither of us wants to give General Melgren the satisfaction he is chasing in this moment.

In the 5 years since I’ve seen him he’s grown to look more like our father. He always did, but now the resemblance is more notable. Same dark hair, same tanned skin, and the same Onyx eyes. Only different now is he’s gotten bigger, and the mark that snakes its way onto his neck from his uniform. The same mark I have but on the opposite side.

”A mark to show who you really are.”

A girl appears at Xadens side trying to get his attention while she looks through her notes. But her efforts are futile as Xaden stares at me. For the last 5 years he thought me dead. But here I am. And he doesn’t dare take his eyes off me, especially with General Melgren at my side.

Movement to the other side of Xaden catches his attention. As Xaden tilts his head towards them, I feel my heart drop again for the second time. And unlike my brother, their face does not hide the shock at seeing me in front of them alive.

Garrick.

A close friend of mine and Xaden’s. We had all grown up together along with Bodhi. Was he also here? He had to be, right? I could look around and find out, but I dont want to move my eyes from them. Xaden finally tears his eyes from mine and turns to the girl next to him. Her eyes go wide as he says something to her. Her eyes move back and forth between Xaden and I frantically. She finally nods her head and shuffles though her notes and writes something down.

Whispers have picked up around the rotunda, but as Xaden steps forward it goes silent in an instance. Its almost eerie the power he wields over them. He’s clearly one of the better rides in the Quadrant.

“Ophelia Riorson. Fourth Wing, Second Squad, Flame Section.” He calls out.

A hum picks up around the rotunda which is quickly silenced by a stern look from Xaden. But it doesn’t stop the eyes. The hundreds of eyes staring right at me. A mixture of shock and confusion on all the faces now standing at me. I look around trying to find where I am meant to go, but its hard to tell with everyone looking at me. Off to my right someone steps out and motions me forward. I go to move towards them when a tight grip on my wrist spins me around, stopping me in my path.

General Melgren pulls me in close so only I can hear him. “Don’t go pulling any stunts with that brother of yours. I will be watching.” He hisses at me before roughly releasing my wrist.

I walk away as quickly as I can to put as much space between us until threshing in a few months. If I make it to threshing. As I turn back around I see Xaden has an arm out in front of Garrick. He must have moved when Melgren grabbed me.

Xaden resumes whatever speech he was giving before my arrival as General Melgren and the others leave. I don’t hear a word he says as I turn and watch as the General leaves. Almost as if I don’t trust him till he is out of sight. But even as he disappears around the corner, I still get the feeling I’m not completely free from him.

I look to my right and see my squad looking at me. As I look through them I recognise a few other marked ones. Then my eyes fall on Violet Sorrengail. I didn’t have much to do with her during my time with Melgren. But we had studied together in the Archives and talked at dinners we had both attended over my five years here. By the shock in her eyes she had no clue who I really was. I doubt she will want much to do with me now she knows who I really am.

“You sure you’re related to him?” Someone next to me asks.

My eyes move to a boy next to me with dark hair that flops down over his forehead. He’s looking me over as if trying to figure out how I’m related to Xaden. I don’t blame him. Besides the new mark on my arm and neck, I look nothing like my brother. My skin is a slightly lighter shade with freckles scattered over my cheeks and nose, green eyes that are a stark contrast to his onyx ones, and dyed dark burgundy hair.

”Pretty sure.” I say back as we are dismissed for the rest of the day.

Our squad leader I recognise as Dain Aetos tells us to follow him. As he leads us across the rotunda my eyes move towards Xaden and Garrick who are still atop the stairs looking at me. This time joined by Bodhi who is also looking at me. I feel myself relax knowing all three are alive and well. All I want to do is run up there, but I know I will get in trouble for doing so.

Dain shows us around the quadrant, point out places of interest such as classes before leading us into the first year dorms. Until threshing we will all be sleeping down here together. If we bond a dragon at threshing in a few months time we will be given our own private rooms.

I make my way down the walkway between the beds trying to find a free one. I look up to see Violet motioning me over and points to a bed next to hers.

”Didn’t think you would want anything to do with me after that.” I tell her as I place my pack on the bed.

The smile she gives me is so genuine. Her opinion of me hasn’t changed since the events of today.

”Hardly. We need all the allies we can get in here.” She tells me before walking away.

The dorm is quite empty as everyone heads off towards dinner. I dont blame them. I’m starving after the events of today, and I had the easiest walk over the parapet compared to all of them. I quickly sheathe some of the daggers I managed to hide in my pack into my boots before making my way out the door towards the smell of food. Hopefully I will get to see my brother and friends there.

I stop in my tracks as I walk past a pillar. I feel like I am being watched. But as I assess the area, I come up short. The shadows are extremely dark in here and it makes it hard to see if anyone is hiding behind one of the pillars. But I know someone's watching me. I push the feeling aside as I go to step towards the dining hall. But I barely make it a step before someone wraps a hand around my mouth as I’m pulled into the shadows.

Bonus photo of what Ophelia looks like as well. Part 3