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[orteskycam]

task 001.

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 , 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 . . .

camille was no stranger to luke sinclair’s shitty attempts at flirting. 

they were always standing by eliza when she fell victim to his gaze. the distasteful comments and egotistical assumptions ; camille would always be the first to jump to her best friend’s defence.

he was an inconvenience to them, at the best of times. 

everyone starting to retreat from the roaring fire was far from the best of times. milo had announced their departure with a kiss to camille’s forehead, kody seeming to join. the numbers started to dwindle – and perhaps if camille had been paying enough attention to notice how dangerously close to came to alone time with luke sinclair, maybe finding her own moment to sneak away would have been higher priority. 

it’s not like they were supervising the way he was acting around eliza. when they thought about it, they couldn’t remember when the other girl had gone to bed. at least, that’s where one would assume. 

the lack of observation only really hit when luke was moving to sit next to camille. fuck. considering she didn’t care enough about seeming polite, there was no subtlety in the way she tried to get up. 

“ c’mon cam… stay. hang out a little. ” the tone of luke’s voice should have been enough to raise a red flag of something being different. 

“ i don’t want to. ”

they both knew camille wasn’t joking, but the way luke chuckled almost brought that into question. his hand found theirs, coaxing them back down to sit. she was as stubborn as they came, yet she settled back down at his command. 

technically, they could’ve left at any moment. the only thing binding them to their spot was luke’s magnetic force. camille always considered herself to be stronger – perhaps she wasn’t trying to fight. all because of a little seed planted in her mind. 

“ milo’s been acting weird as fuck, right ? ” 

the tone casual, as if he didn’t know the spiral it would start. except it was luke, so he definitely did. it was a thread camille couldn’t help but pull on. morbid curiosity. the inability to believe things could actually be good without some kind of catch. luke seemed to be giving it to them on a silver platter. 

camille didn’t believe it. no way she could. that was their milo. they weren’t without their ups and downs, but the idea of betrayal ? something being done behind camille’s back ? that was unbelievable. milo would always show their cards. no matter how many times she repeated that sentiment to themselves, some doubt must have crossed their features. 

considering the way luke moved in closer. his hand sneaking up her thigh startled camille from any reflection she had been doing. the way his tone had flipped from accusatory to comforting had been missed. 

the way his hands raised in surrender after they had slapped him away, however, was an image burned into her memory. 

luke sinclair got nothing more than an eye roll and scoff from camille before they left him where he sat. seeking out milo, who had already fallen asleep. as they did every night, they slipped into his bedding. claiming the place of little spoon as their bodies effortlessly fit together. 

despite the fact everything was the same – luke’s word’s haunted camille’s mind. even when they pulled her closer in his sleep. or when they woke with a kiss at her temple just as they had when leaving the night before. 

hands on their body felt like going through the motions, no matter how hard camille tried to force themselves into the moment. they made their shitty attempt at breakfast with the resources available to them, and camille forced a smile whenever she caught her lover’s gaze. 

guilt crept into their bones. perhaps that was the driving force behind the arms settling around milo’s waist. the way they stiffened under the reciprocation was enough to make camille retreat. it was as if the tension was contagious, seeping in to poison his thoughts too. 

the way milo turned around to reach out for her again would betray that theory, but camille could do nothing but push him away. physically, emotionally. gaze cast to the floor as she treated, scared of seeing their own hurt reflected in milo’s eyes. 

beyond the treeline became camille’s escape. a moment of solitude away from everything. luke and his stupid words, milo and their startled deer gaze when camille had push hands away from her. 

the cigarette between her lips would’ve disappointed smokey the bear – but that didn’t stop the white lighter from casting a glow of warmth against pale skin. 

the fickle idea of peace was stolen from them when a twig snapped under the weight of an intruder. without glancing over their shoulder, it could’ve been a literal animal, rather than one of the ones she’d been sharing a campsite with. that didn’t spare it from the wrath storming around their head. 

“ can you fuck off ? ”

of course, the universe was never one to favour camille. instead of looking stupid for cussing at a deer – which was, somehow, the good outcome – they were met with the cocky chuckle of none other than luke sinclair. 

a glare was shot over her shoulder, a warning to turn back now. each step closer was a direct challenge. whether it was a surrender or a reach for dominance, cam didn’t know. but it was their voice that cut through the silence. 

“ what ? are you fucking stalking me ? ”

evidence was stacked up against him. even though camille was of the strong opinion that luke was a stupid boy, nothing seemed to be a coincidence when it came to him. “ we weren’t done with our conversation last night. ” words light, as if it hadn’t ended with camille slapping his hand and storming off. 

oh, to have the ego of a frat boy. 

“ yeah, we were done. ”

“ what’d they do last night ? ” his face didn’t even try to hide the amusement he found in the situation. “ because you were hanging out with me and then givin’ the cold shoulder all morning. ”

“ you fucking freak, you’re spying on me. ” there were not many people lurking around their camp site. anyone else bringing the concern forward could have been justified. the grudge against luke was held too close to their chest to allow for any grace. 

no matter how long they threw verbal punches, luke’s expression never faltered. a mannequin in some haunted parlour with his plastic smile. responding to the words camille said, but showed no recognition of what those words held. 

perhaps every word really was planned ahead. the confidence he gave off wasn’t an illusion – but camille, even in their defiance, played the script exactly how we wanted it. 

his words carried on, laying out everything they had observed from milo. truth be damned – luke sinclair had a story to tell. one with ulterior motives, of course. he was not a concerned friend. he did not care about sneaking behind camille’s back until it turned out to be something he could profit from. 

camille found her footing as she rose from where they had been sitting, cigarette crushed under her shoe – much like they wished could be done to the boy droning on in front of her. a moment of stillness follows, eyes studying for what she planned to do. a repeat of the night before ? leaving him alone in the woods ? 

no. they step forward, but it’s not to leave. it’s closing the small distance between them. reaching out to touch him. 

luke’s shirt bunched in her fist, drawing him in closer. the smirk on his lips proved the thought going through his head. he had won. camille’s lips inches away, a shared breath – but she had never been the type to accept defeat.

not a kiss, but a warning. 

“ i swear to god, if you don’t shut the fuck up . . . ” each word undermined by laughter. he found it funny. of course he did. though he couldn’t get his hands under camille’s shirt, it was obvious his words had burrowed themselves under her skin. 

perhaps it would have been an achievement if their skin was half as thick as they pretended. 

they were tough. they had to be considering the life they had lived, but above all, camille was sensitive. fragile like a bomb. the digital click of each second counting down was almost audible in the way they snapped. “ shut the fuck up, ” repeated, as if this would be the time it stuck. “ and leave me the fuck alone. liza, too. ” 

no matter what situation he would find himself in, luke would always find a way to be cocky. it was in his eyes, his grin. in his posture refusing to cower even in camille’s grip. “ and why would i do that ? ” it was in the smug tone of voice that taunted camille. 

you will not win. 

camille was not a winner. they would give blood, sweat, and tears ; lucky to even runner up in a competition of two. the only time camille had ever come out on top was when the ortesky’s buried their mother instead of her. once there was no one left to compete against. 

“ cause i’ll end you. ” they didn’t let his shirt go, but rather pushed him away. as if he had been the one to threaten her life. perhaps he had called out something to get the last say from where they left him on the ground, but camille couldn’t hear a thing. ears full of white noise, seeing nothing but red. 

coming back to camp, even if it was the same shit hole she had fled for some peace before, was a relief. the lack of footsteps trailing behind her seemed to remove all evidence of the blow up with luke ever happening. 

they didn’t walk back together. 

there would be no hushed conversations of speculation. no justifying things to eliza. the idea of repeating back horrible things he had said. a possibility of her agreeing with the accusations against milo ? likely, her ego would prevent that, but it wasn’t a risk they could take. 

slipping under the radar, stealing milo away for a skinny dipping rendezvous. anything to silence the noise, bridge the gap of that morning. likely no more than a temporary fix. of course, camille knew that. temporary was better than nothing. better than the invisible smoke that threatened to suffocate. 

when it was just the two of them, she could pretend things were fixed. swimming after each other, splashing around, lips against the curve of her neck. a smile mending a fracture milo might not have even been aware of. despite not being handed an instruction manual, he seemed to know every step to take. 

until the sun had settled itself behind the mountains and they could no longer pretend they were timeless. there was a campfire with their names on it. of fucking course there was. 

her clothes pulled back on, clinging to still wet skin while listening to milo rattling off excuses they could give for not showing up. laughter clear in their tone until camille finally spoke. “ i think it’s a little late to use that one. ”

but the teasing seemed to come with revelation that they didn’t actually know what the time was. beyond the setting sun. milo’s phone just happened to be the closest. as soon as their hand had closed around the device, milo’s hand mimicked on their wrist. far from tight, but shock and confusion immediately loosened their grip. the phone landing back on the ground with a thud. luckily, it wasn’t too far of a fall. 

as camille yanked their hand back, and to their surprise, milo’s attention was fixed on snatching the phone back up. held tightly in their grip. every word luke had tried to etch into her skull – every word she thought she had done so well to not absorb, seemed to be flashing before her. 

“ what the actual FUCK, milo ? ” she snapped, obviously not letting the freak moment they had before pass. salt rubbed into the fresh wound when he simply answered with the time. phone against their chest as if it would keep his heart beating. 

luke seemed to have all the details of milo’s sneaking readily available, and camille couldn’t imagine them reacting that same way towards luke. the natural conclusion would be that he was told. not a game of chinese whispers, but bro talk with milo. 

and you didn’t talk about that without talking about the why. perhaps it was trauma pushing itself to the forefront of her mind, but they seemed convinced on one ‘logical explanation’. 

“ are you – ? ” it started as a question, but the flicker of something camille assumed to be guilt in milo’s eyes quickly changed that. as if they could confess to something that hadn’t even been asked. 

“ you’re fucking cheating on me. ”

“ no, it’s not that. ” it was quick, almost readily prepared. anything could be a warning sign when they’re all you’re looking for. while many used rose tinted glasses to wave away red flags, camille created them. 

white flag raised in surrender washed in blood. 

“ it’s – don’t worry about it. ” milo’s anxiety was infectious, feeding camille’s insecurities. her mother had shown disloyalty before. it was all she knew for the longest time, but she knew she didn’t want that for herself. 

and she really thought she had ended up with different. something messy and flawed, but devoted. he had thrown it away with one stupid mistake. one? multiple? camille didn’t want to know. 

there was nothing more than a ‘go fuck yourself’ thrown in milo’s directions before leaving them there naked and alone. 

gaze still avoided when they were at the bonfire they had been trying to get out of just before everything exploded. eliza being the only reason camille showed their face at all. 

something that wasn’t ideal until reeve’s fist made contact with luke. something that camille honestly wished they had gotten to first. entertained, envious – there was no attempt to hide her reaction amidst the chaos. 

it was a temporary distraction from everything else. 

and, fuck, if camille wasn’t grateful luke had decided to lick his wounds somewhere other than the cabin she would know to find him at – because she couldn’t deny herself what could’ve happened when the boredom crept in. 

they were mad at milo, and their own wounds that needed tending to. it could be ignored when everyone had been cheering and yelling around the blazing flames. the stillness of the cabin, however, seemed to amplify. 

so they laid with their head on eliza’s lap, manicured nails running through hair as camille nodded along to whatever story or criticism of milo finally being freed with their break up. the kind of moment that would be swept under the rug when they got back together. something camille swore would never happen again. 

[kaisollisto]

the instant i saw you reblog the europa stuff i was like 🥺👉👈 wheres the avatrice/avalil/bealil SLASH all of them au for poor sick victorian boy follower?🥺 (translation: i love how u write about space & also Landscapes and also The Characters and Europa is so😳what if we met in the ice tunnels beneath a burning sky that is always, ALWAYS cold, and what if home was very far away? but also here, where bodies are hearth-fires and your breath can die inside your mouth)

hi this was back in april when i was fighting for my life 🙇‍♀️ oops i'm so slow at writing. um i'm in tears, i remember when i got this ask i was having a rough weekend and this really blew my ass up. i love u thanks for waiting o7

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“I tell you to jump, you fucking jump, I tell you to fucking shoot you shoot. What’s not clear?” Mary is livid, her fury burning the front of Lilith’s soaked suit. She can’t see her face but she knows it’s hardened, her teeth peeking from her lips a dull white against her dry skin. Her shoulders shake with each breath waiting for Lilith’s pithy excuse. Mary catapults through her anger regardless of the destruction and waste, (Lilith knows this, catches herself in the reflection of Mary’s fangs).

It’s a fleeting thing that blindsides her, the memory brushing up the back of her neck. (Shannon’s fingers quick and light riding the slope of Mary’s arm pressing hard enough to feel in the frozen tundra as Mary works her jaw). A stolen moment she shouldn’t have seen but one that ached in different places of her body.

It is Europa’s disease, the weak imitation of heat sullying the minds of any living thing it touches. The earthsiders have a word for it, the hunt for any hint of warmth that drives barracks mad. (They cannot conceive it, a famine that thrives through the flesh. Europa’s twin, born second, void of anything, now at the heart of a feast gorging everything it can touch).

It is a disease they cannot combat, the yearning ache to go home.

cont.

[my-thirteenth-reason]

kicking my feet and giggling (<- just got apologised to)

[gippyworm]

My brother in christ at this rate I’m going to have to go for a job like, now

[lowkeyren]

—reject me not!

in which : when your sudden confession catches blade off guard, his response comes across as a rejection. though he realises his mistake, and tries his best to make things right. (...it gives the whole hq a headache)

slight humor, idiots in love, mutual pining, misunderstanding, you tease him w/o realizing (n he gets back at u hehe), reader is a stellaron hunter, stellaron hunters wingwomen!!!, art by @/kkuekkue on x. reblogs are appreciated! please enjoy <3

wc: 4.2k // hm secret santa? HOHOHO @mikashisus, rayray!! u might pull ur hair out at some parts idk :joy: happy reading n merry christmas my little elf xx

"i think i like you."

the words leave your mouth quicker than your brain can second-guess them. 

blade freezes mid-step, his back visibly stiffening. when he turns to face you, his sharp, cold eyes betray a fleeting glimmer of surprise, perhaps, or confusion —but it disappears as quickly as it came.

he stares at you, his eyes widening just slightly, the faintest crack in his carefully maintained composure.

but then, his lips part, and all he gives you is a single, flat response.

"i see."

two short, dismissive words. not a smile, not a frown —just two clipped words. you tilt your head, expecting some form of elaboration, but instead he just turns on his heel, his coat swishing behind him as he starts to walk away.

(what you don’t see is the way his hands curl into fists as he walks off, how his steps falter just around the corner, or the way he presses a hand against his chest to steady the sudden, overwhelming ache blooming there.)

…must this guy really be so blunt?!?!!

you sigh, a little laugh escaping despite your current situation. of all the possible responses you could’ve imagined, ‘i see’ definitely wasn’t one of them. you shake your head, a part of you wonders if elio is watching, silently laughing at your predicament right now.

it’s fine. really. you should’ve known better than to think he’d say anything different.

though the big problem now is, blade knows about your silly crush on him, so facing him in the future is going to be a total nightmare that you’re not ready to accept. you can already feel the embarrassment creeping up like it’s going to suffocate you.

“where's [name]?” 

blade steps into the base. silver wolf, tucked in the corner, engrossed in her console, raises a hand in greeting without looking up. blade nods in acknowledgment, before replying to kafka, "i went ahead of them," his voice sounds a little more strained than usual, before quickly turning to make a beeline for his room.

but kafka, ever perceptive, senses something’s off. she tilts her head with a smirk, "bladie, did something happen?"

he denies it with a quick shake of his head before slipping past her. having no other option, she resorts to… unconventional methods. 

with a flick of her wrist and a soft, almost melodic whisper, she purrs, "listen to me.”

the moment those familiar words hit his ears, a wave of calm washes over him, and against his will, he halts mid-step. "now tell me what happened, will you?"

he sighs and he rubs the back of his neck. “take your time, bladie.” after a long pause he speaks again, "[name] said they... they liked me."

kafka watches him closely, a grin slowly spreading across her face. "and then what happened, hmm?" she teases.

out of the corner of his eyes, he sees silver wolf perk up at his words, but he pays her no mind as his thoughts are too tangled in what he’s about to say next, the words barely scraping past his throat.

...

the next hour consists of him being ‘lectured’ by his fellow coworkers.

he tries to tune out the barrage of teasing, but something about  “bladie, that's not how you reciprocate,” to “ain’t no way bro fumbled that badly,” managed to stick with him, unfortunately. (he looks over to firefly standing to the side, but she only giggles and shakes her head at him.)

but really, how was he supposed to tell them that he panicked? that he was so stunned by your confession, so overwhelmed, that he could barely form a coherent sentence? that his awkward, dismissive reply wasn’t rejection, but a pathetic attempt to mask his own vulnerability?

the thought of you avoiding him, of thinking he doesn’t care, makes his chest ache with a pain he hadn't experienced for the past few centuries. 

blade makes a mental note to find you as soon as possible. he doesn’t know how to explain himself, not entirely; words have never been his strong suit, but somehow, some way, he’ll make it up to you.

later, you return to the base, your steps hesitant as you walk in. the moment you enter, the group falls silent, all eyes snapping to you. there’s an awkward stillness in the air, like they were caught in the middle of something. your gaze sweeps over the room, and it lands on blade. when you lock eyes with him, a flush creeps up your neck, and you quickly avert your gaze.

"excuse me!" you blurt out and almost sprint to your room.

...do they all know?! this has to be the most embarrassing day of your life.

you agreed to meet kafka at a bar near your current mission to discuss your next task. the magenta haired woman had mentioned it casually when you’d asked, cryptic as usual, only revealing that the task was important but leaving out certain key details —such as conveniently leaving out the part about blade being there too, of course.

(“bladie,” kafka’s voice took on a singsong lilt, her playful smile unmistakable as she glanced at him. “you’re going to use this chance to make it up to them, ‘kay?” 

blade only kept his eyes trained on the entrance, silently waiting for you to arrive.)

running late, your prior mission having dragged on longer than expected, you found yourself hurrying to the bar, weaving through the sparse but lingering foot traffic of the evening.

after what feels like hours, you finally make it to the bar. stepping in, your eyes scan the room for kafka, when suddenly, a man steps right into your path.

the man smiles warmly, though you could tell he’s had a few to drink tonight. his tone is friendly, with just a hint of flirtation as he strikes up a conversation, casually asking if you’d be interested in grabbing a drink sometime.

he’s polite, respectful even, and there’s nothing about him that feels overly forward or aggressive —just a man who’s trying his luck, that’s all. still, you can't help but feel a slight annoyance at the timing.

as you try to figure out a way to decline his invitation, you remain oblivious to blade’s gaze —specifically, how it's fixed on you, or rather, more pointedly on the back of the man’s neck.

“you’re going to snap his neck if you keep looking at him like that.” kafka’s voice cuts through the tension, her tone teasing as she watches the exchange from the side.

“i don’t like what he’s doing,” blade mutters, his voice low and filled with an edge that suggests far more than just mild annoyance.

kafka chuckles softly to herself, already knowing where this is headed. it’s not an outright confession of jealousy, of course —he would never admit to something as petty as that, and she knows better than to push him on this one. 

nevertheless, she still catches it, her lips curling into a knowing smile. even if blade would never call it jealousy, it’s enough to push him into doing something completely out of character —something he’ll never, ever do (until now).

kafka notices immediately. her eyes widen just a fraction before she sets down her wine glass with a graceful motion, amusement dancing in her eyes. and perhaps to make sure he doesn’t look too foolish, she decides to play along and help him act the part.

a sharp clang of glass hitting the table catches your attention. your brows knit in confusion; you glance over instinctively, your eyes meeting kafka's for a brief moment. her expression is unreadable, but the faint curve of her lips makes you wonder what’s really going on.

curiosity pulls your gaze lower, to the drunk figure slumped over at her table, seemingly drunk, his head resting heavily on his arm. the spilled drink pools on the floor beside him, glinting under the dim light. 

at first, you only catch a glimpse of dark, tousled hair, streaked faintly with deep crimson at the ends —so strikingly familiar it makes you pause. then, as your eyes trace over the sharp line of his jaw and the stiff set of his shoulders, realisation dawns on you. 

wait a second.

your jaw nearly drops as you piece it together. the man lying there, seemingly drunk out of his mind, is none other than the last person you would want to see right now.

blade.

your gaze darts between him and the polite man still standing awkwardly in front of you. blade, on the other hand, never lets his guard down, so this... state of his? unprecedented. 

apologetically, you offer a small smile to the man before rushing to blade’s side, urgency in every step as you push past the tables, heart hammering in your chest.

blade’s eyes subtly flicker over to you as you approach, and you can almost sense the slightest shift in his demeanor, the thought of you giving your time to someone else, especially someone so... ineffectual —grates at him.

he swallows the ugly feeling down his throat. perhaps he’s let this irked him more than it should. but it’s too late to back out now that you’re standing right beside him, the weight of your presence making the tension in his chest only more pronounced.

as if on cue, kafka’s voice breaks the silence, “as you can see, [name], our dear bladie here has gotten himself a bit... roughed up,” she says, casually catching the wine glass that had been teetering on the edge of the table.

her lips curl into a playful smile as she glances at blade, whose jaw tightens almost imperceptibly. “drinking doesn’t seem to suit him, wouldn’t you agree?” kafka continues, her tone light but unmistakably amused. her eyes flicker between the two of you, as if she’s thoroughly enjoying the situation unraveling before her far more than she should.

you blink, momentarily thrown off by the unexpected scene. your worry only deepens as you shift your attention back to blade, who remains uncharacteristically silent, his head now resting on his arm as though he really had overindulged. 

“blade,” you say softly, your voice carrying just the slightest edge of concern. “what happened?” 

before he can answer —or before he’s forced to lie —kafka chuckles, waving a hand as if to dismiss your worry. 

“oh, nothing serious. he just got a little too carried away with his drink.” she leans back in her chair, a sly glint in her eye that you’re too preoccupied to notice. your gaze falls back to blade, his hair slightly tousled.

without thinking, you reach out, gently brushing a strand strand from his forehead. his eyes flutter open at the contact —those striking, sharp eyes you’ve always found yourself drawn to, dark yet you can’t bring yourself to look away from. 

you notice the faint redness creeping across his cheeks and the line of his jaw, down to his neck. his skin hot to the touch under your fingers. “you’re warm,” you murmur softly, assuming the alcohol is to blame.

if only you knew the warmth searing through him has nothing to do with alcohol and everything to do with you. 

“ah,” kafka hums, pulling you out of your thoughts. “it seems something urgent has come up that needs my attention.” there’s an unmistakable glint of mischief in her eyes. “i’ll leave you two to it.”

you glance at her, startled. “wait, what about—?”

“don’t worry about it,” she interjects, already getting up from her seat. “the bill is already on my tab.” 

well, that wasn’t what you were about to ask anyway! 

a sly smile curls her lips, and she tilts her head ever so slightly. “hmm, it’s rare to see him like this. [name], you’ll take good care of him, won’t you?” her tone is light, but the underlying implication is clear, leaving you flustered as she turns on her heel, striding off, leaving the two of you alone.

blade leans heavily against you, his tall frame making it an awkward challenge to keep him upright as you guide him out of the bar. one arm is slung over your shoulder, while his other hangs haphazardly against his side.

his head is tilted forward, strands of his dark, crimson-tipped hair brushing against your cheek, and you can feel the warmth radiating from him —whether from his predicament or his proximity, you’re not sure.

you shift your grip, looping an arm around his waist for better support, and his body tenses slightly under your touch. for someone playing the part of drunk so convincingly, he’s strangely aware of your every movement, his hand tightening just faintly on your shoulder when you stumble over a crack in the pavement.

“blade,” you murmur under your breath, trying to shift his weight more evenly as you inch forward. “you’re not making this very easy, you know.”

casting a glance his way, you’re met with a low, almost lazy hum in response. his expression is nothing short of a hazy indifference, though you swear you catch a flicker of clarity in his eyes —a brief, focused intensity that seems out of place, before he looks away.

you can feel the heat of his breath against your temple as he wavers with every step. the night air is cool, but the warmth radiating from his body is undeniable, pressing against your side in a way that sends an unexpected shiver down your spine. the closeness between you feels almost intimate in a way that will surely have you screaming into your pillow later that night. 

as you continue down the empty street, blade’s mind races; this is his chance. he knows it. he should say something now, anything, to make it clear —to tell you how he feels. (and how it’s been eating at him for longer than he cares to admit.)

this is it, the moment he’s been waiting for, but all he can do is breathe in the scent of your skin and the warmth of your touch. the sensation is all too familiar, like the pounding in his chest —but this time, it’s not from the heat of battle.

just how much longer he has to deal with this utterly insufferable feeling?

it’s worse now, because as you navigate through the halls of the base, he’s beginning to wonder if this is what it means to care for someone —to be vulnerable. 

“here,” you say softly as you stop in front of the door to his room.

he doesn’t want this moment to end. 

you glance at him then, finally meeting his eyes, and the look in them knocks the breath from your lungs. they’re hazy, yes, but there's a sharpness beneath the mask of drunkenness, a quiet intensity that makes your heart beat a little faster.

you clear your throat, breaking the silence. "do you need anything else?"

"no," he answers, almost reluctantly. "i’ll be alright."

a twinge of disappointment surges through you. right… it was foolish to expect anything different. he’s already rejected you, and you can’t help but feel a bit ridiculous for thinking it would be any other way.

you stand there for a moment, the silence between you growing thicker with each passing second, before you force yourself to nod, your voice soft as you try to mask the heaviness in your chest.

“goodnight then."

just as you turn to leave, you feel a sudden pull on your hand, your wrist tugged back with surprising gentleness.

"wait," blade suddenly says, and this time, there's no mistaking the sincerity in it. "thank you.”

his bandaged hand rests over yours, and a soft breath escapes you; flustered, you open your mouth to respond, ready to brush it off.

"oh! It's no pro—"

but you’re cut off before you can finish. he raises your hand, pressing his lips to the back of your palm in a soft, lingering kiss.

"—blem..."

your voice falters slightly as a rush of warmth spreads through you. every nerve in your body seems to spark awake all at once, making you hyper-aware of the spot from where his lips brushed against your skin. you freeze, your breath caught in your throat, unable to do anything but stand there, your hand still resting in his.

then, as if nothing happened, he steps back into his room and shuts the door behind him, leaving you standing there, still processing the unexpected moment.

safe to say you got little to no sleep that night. you roll over, staring at the ceiling, a soft smile tugging at the corners of your lips. it feels ridiculous, embarrassing even, how many times you've replayed that scene in your head every time you close your eyes.

you couldn’t help but smile to yourself like a fool. 

(“so bladie, how’d it go?” / “...”) 

you hadn’t even planned on leaving the base today, let alone stepping foot into the brightly lit chaos of an arcade, but silver wolf had insisted —no, nagged, until you caved. and somehow she’d managed to drag blade (of all people) along, her smug grin all too telling as she pushed the two of you together and skipped off to “go play some gachas”

now, you stand awkwardly by blade’s side, the flashing lights casting a colorful glow over his impassive face. it’s hard to ignore how out of place he looks, his dark coat, sunglasses, and the mask covering his lower face a stark contrast to the lively atmosphere. 

yet, somehow, he doesn’t seem to mind the sharp sounds of arcade machines beeping nor the kids screaming in excitement. he just stands there, hands in his pockets, watching you fumble with a stack of game tokens.

“you look thrilled,” you mutter, a sarcastic tone in your voice as you glance at him.  it’s strange, though —there’s something oddly endearing about the way he’s standing there, the dark lenses of his sunglasses reflecting a faint outline of your own face. you catch yourself staring for just a moment too long, wishing you could see beyond the lens, wishing you could read his eyes—

you shake the thought off, it’s all just wishful thinking.

behind the shield of his sunglasses, blade’s eyes tracked your every subtle movement, almost unconsciously. he caught the way your expression softened as you turned toward the claw machine, how your lips curved ever so slightly when your gaze settled on that… thing.

it was maddening, how effortlessly you held his focus, how even a trivial moment like this could stir something deep in him. he told himself it was nothing, but the tightening in his chest said otherwise. 

he wasn’t one to indulge in sentiment, yet something about the way you stared at that silly plush made him restless, made him want to do something about it, if only to keep that smile on your face a little longer.

would your smile grow brighter if that plush were in your hands? 

“let’s go.”

“to where…?” you asked, glancing back at him, the curiosity evident in your voice.

he didn’t answer immediately, but you felt the familiar tug at your hand once again, gentle and insistent, as his gaze slips toward the claw machine where you had been staring earlier.

it’s not hard to imagine the scene as a sweet little moment, with him focused on the claw machine, trying to win you a plush like a doting partner would. 

with a soft click, the claw tightens around the plush, and before you can react, it’s being lifted out of the pile, swinging toward the prize chute. you can't help but stare as he pulls the soft toy from the machine with a sense of quiet satisfaction.

(you pocket the rest of the tokens. guess he won’t be needing those…  for a first-timer, he sure got lucky —must be beginners' luck, huh?)

you blink, slightly impressed. “wow, you’re good at this,” you remark, unable to hide the surprise in your voice. 

without a word, he hands the plushie to you. 

you tilt your head slightly, a bit unsure. “for me...?”

“it's yours. take it." he looks to the side; suddenly thankful for the mask —if it weren't for that, you'd surely see the crimson tint creeping up his cheeks right now.

you hesitate for a second longer before reaching out to take it, your fingers brushing against his, a tingle of heat pulses through you, leaving your hand feeling strangely warm.

“th-thank you," you manage to spit out, and your eyes dart away, suddenly very aware of how close he is. surely, this isn’t good for your heart!

the twilight sky stretches wide, the clouds are heavy, and you’re looking oh so earnestly at him. his heart beats a little faster, louder now, as if his body knows exactly what he wants but refuses to let him act on it.

but then, he blinks —once, twice; snapping himself back to reality. he can feel the space between you growing smaller, your presence growing closer.

his eyelids flutter shut instinctively.

and then, the soft press of your lips against his cheek.

a soft sigh escapes him, and his eyes crack open. if you could see his expression right now, you'd catch the vulnerability that flashes in his gaze. he swears he can feel the warmth of your kiss in his very bones.

though not quite the kiss he imagined… it was something. (re: you got his hopes up)

the shock of your own actions hits you like a wave. you swallow thickly, “sorry —i'll go find silver wolf.” avoiding his gaze as you fumble with the tokens in your hand. "i… i’ll pass the extra tokens to her."

without waiting for a response, you turn and hurry off, your pulse pounding in your ears, praying that the ground would swallow you whole.

that night, you lay in bed, the plushie clutched tightly in your arms. the softness of it contrasts sharply with the rush of confusion filling your chest. 

why was he being so kind to you? after everything, after the way he rejected you just a few days ago, it made no sense. his actions felt contradictory.

you try to push the memory of the kiss out of your mind; impulsive decisions… often lead to mortifying outcomes. though when you glanced at him afterward, you could’ve sworn his ears were tinged with red, just peeking out from beneath his hair. nevermind, it’s probably your mind playing tricks on you.

blade, who’s as cold as the frost-kissed dusk, walks beside you through the lively festival, his dark coat a striking contrast to the vibrant reds and greens around you.

the faint scent of roasted chestnuts and spiced cider fills the air, mingling with the sound of distant carolers. he doesn’t say much, but there’s something about the way his gloved hand brushes yours, intentionally or not —that makes the chill in the air feel less biting.

you swallow, focusing on the festive stalls ahead, the decorations glittering in the night. “you don't have to stick around, you know. i can manage by myself.”

his steps slow just slightly, and he turns his head toward you, finally speaking. “you think i’d just leave you here?”

the words catch you off guard, and you fumble for a response. “i-i just meant—”

“relax.” he interrupts, a faint, almost imperceptible smile tugging at the corner of his lips; his hand grazing yours again. this time, his fingers linger for a moment longer, almost as if testing the waters, before retreating back into the safety of his pocket.

your cheeks flush, and you pretend to be deeply interested in a nearby stall selling hand-knit scarves. just then, his voice cuts through the festive hum. “last week… when you said you liked me,” he starts, and your breath catches.

you whirl back to face him, your heart pounding. “don’t worry about it! really, i—”

“i wasn’t rejecting you,” he says, with an unexpected gentleness in his gaze. “i like you too, [name].”

blade removes his coat, the fabric warm against the cold air as he drapes it around your shoulders, pulling you closer. you stumble, your hand instinctively pressing against his chest to catch your balance.

you look up at him, your breath quickening, as his face draws closer, his eyes locked on yours with that familiar intensity. you let your eyelids flutter shut, lips trembling, heart pounding in your chest as the space between you narrows.

but instead of the kiss you were anticipating, you feel the gentle warmth of his lips brush against your forehead.

your eyes snap open in confusion, only to meet his smirking face. oh... this asshole!

“what?" he teases, his tone deceptively casual. “you seem pretty eager,” his voice drops an octave, hand gently tilting your chin as he leans in just close enough for you to feel his breath against your skin.

you glare up at him, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. the way your lips quiver, unable to hold his gaze for long; the fact that he actually adores that flustered expression on your face... well, that’s when he realises. he’s too far gone.

what a dumbass lmfaoo

MASTERLIST.

[nerdlvr]

not so little is it?

(MDNI)

younger jaemin x older reader , small age gap , jaemin is brothers best friend , ur brother is mark lee , big dick jaem , jaem is bigger than reader , size kink if you squint , kinda public sex (ur both in the kitchen & living room and mark is in his room) , harsh blowjob , cowgirl yeehaw , couch missionary , jaemin is cocky and mean , pet names like a lot , light mocking , degradation kinda , jaemin refers to himself and y/n in third person sometimes idk , jaemin knows how to use his dick damn... , requested here !

it  had been the fifth time that night that you had called jaemin baby. and not baby in a i wanna fuck you type of way, baby in a little boy type of way. If only you could go into his brain and see all the things jaemin would do to shut you up. maybe he’d stuff your mouth with his big, hard-

“babyy, are you listening? The popcorns ready!”

jaemin felt his eye twitch, a small fake smile directed at your pretty face. he shook his head softly, turning his head back to focus on the movie.

“dude you need to stop calling him that, we’re not even that much younger than you.”

jaemin could not agree more with your brother.

he was never one to hold grudges, it was childish, unlike him. but for some reason you had been more annoying than usual tonight, the high pitched ‘baby’ and the sweet toned ‘minnie’ only itching him in all the wrong places.

he turned to the clock in mark’s room, 2:00 AM, well shit. had he really laid here for 3 hours straight thinking about your annoying mouth? his eyes drifted down to his now tented boxers, well double shit. maybe thinking about your mouth right next to your sleeping brother wasn’t the best idea. he needed a walk.

.

the cool air from the fridge numbed his senses, his nipples perking up at the soft breeze.

ice cream, butter, cheese, ew. did mark have anything without milk? wait isn’t mark lactose intoler- “his fridge looks like something out of a horror film right?”jaemin felt the hair on his body rise as he jumped, the fridge shutting loudly behind him, a hand coming up to his chest, “jesus you scared me.”

you giggled as you poked his bare chest, "sorry didn't mean to scare you baby. was just coming out for a snack."

baby, did you like to test his patience? he pushed your hand away as he let out a loud huff, "don't call me that."

your soft giggle continued to ring in his ears, your hands now moving to pinch the fabric of his boxers, "call you what, bunny boy?"

his eyes drifted down to his boxers, small bunnies adorning the fabric. he grabbed your wandering hand, smirking as you let out a pained whine. "does your mouth do anything good besides spout nonsense?"

you ripped your hand away from his tightening grasp, your free hand coming up to massage the sensitive skin,"what's your problem jaemin? i'm being nice to you and you're acting like a brat!"

your eyes widened slightlyy as a scoff left his mouth, lips quirking up into a smirk, "nice? you're treating me like a fucking child y/n. i stopped being little years ago. maybe you've been too busy bitching to even notice!"

your heads turned quickly as you heard shuffling from mark's room, his sleepy groans muffled by the thick walls.

"whatever tough guy, i'm leaving, your attitude ruined my appetite."

his arms were quick to stop you, trapping you against the kitchen counter, "where do you think you're going? where's my apology?"

it was your turn to scoff, eyes rolling at his questions. "apology? grow up na jaemin, you're not getting an apology if i did nothing wrong." you pushed at his chest, muscles firm against your hands. when did he get so strong? you mumbled out a low move embarrassed by your lack of strength against him.

he chuckled, breath fanning against your face, "give it one more go baby, maybe this time you might get it."

you bit your lip, head turning to look anywhere besides his bare chest, "this isn't funny, move or i'll-"

"you'll do what y/n?" he licked his lips, smirking down at you.

damn you na jaemin, damn you and those strong muscles, damn you and those plump lips, damn you and this new attitude that is so so hot. you gulped loudly, looking away as you tried to sneakily squeeze your thighs together, heat building between you legs.

"something wrong?"he leaned in closer to you, lips just one breath away. you turned your head further away from him, edge of the counter pressing deep into your back.

"you think being immature is cute jaemin? get off of me!"

he pressed his forehead against the side of your head, breath fanning against your ear. "no-"

he lifted his leg slightly, using his his knee to gently press against your core. you bit your lip to stifle a moan, head lowering just enough to watch his knuckles turn white against the counter. "but you clearly do. been squeezing these pretty thighs together since i started raising my voice at you."

you kept quiet, eyes squeezing shut as his knee pressed further against your heat, "who's the baby now hm?" you ignored him, brain zoning into to light pressure being applied to your clit, only a light hum being your response.

"answer me when i'm talking to you." your eyes fluttered open as he gripped your chin, moving your face so you'd look at him, "m-me jaem."

he tilted his head, smirk growing wider, "what was that?"

you swallowed your pride. there's no way you're gonna miss this opportunity. "i-i'm the baby jaem." he could help but chuckle, leaning in to plant a wet kiss on your cheek, "good girl, you learn quick. now lets put that bratty little mouth to good use."

you sunk onto your knees like your body was possessed, hands coming up to tug at his boxers. his cock sprung free, slapping his toned stomach. he was big, tip flushed and leaking.

his hand was quicker than yours, grabbing onto the base of his length to slap it against your cheek."not so little huh? call me baby again little brat."

"b-bab-" he chuckled as your words came out gargled, his cock being shoved into your mouth to silence you, "you look better with your mouth full." your eyes squeezed shut as you focused on your breathing, jaw relaxing slightly.

he was heavy on your tongue, smooth skin rubbing against the sides of your mouth. you hollowed your cheeks, sucking him in further. "shit angel, mouth so good, keep doing that."

you bobbed your head against him, spit threatening to spill past your lips. the sight above you was heavenly, pink hair held up with his hands as his mouth hung open. he let out soft pants as he tried his best not to thrust into your mouth. "let me- fuck- let me do it."

his hands moved into your hair to hold your head steady, hips starting to pick up a rhythm. you batted your lashes up at him, soft moans spilling from your mouth as he pressed deeper into your mouth, "look so pretty like this- just wanna-"

you gagged loudly as he pushed the rest of his length into your mouth, tip hitting the back of your throat. he held you there, your nose pressed against his pubic hair as you swallowed around him.

his groans went straight to your core, thighs squeezing impossibly tighter. he pulled you off in one swift motion, laughing as you gasped for air, eyes watery and lips swollen.

"look at you-" he slapped your face lightly, "acting so grown and can't even take my cock- get up and turn around."

but you remained on your knees, whimpering as you wiped at your mouth. you hadn't noticed you were crying until jaemin leaned down, warms hands rubbing your cheeks, "awe you crybaby, minnie's cock got you all worked up hm?"

you pushed his hands away struggling to get up, legs sore from the kitchen tiles. his arms wrapped around your waist pulling you against his chest, "still so stubborn, baby just needs some good dick fucked into her so she'll learn hm?"

he laughed at your weak yelp, his arms lifting you up as he walked towards to living room, "now you're gonna show me how much you need this dick."

he sat on the couch, placing you right on his lap, face to face with you. "go on put it in." your cute pouts did nothing to him as he moved his arms to rest them on the back of the couch, head nodding to urge you to continue.

you whined softly as you hovered your hips over him, hand coming down to push your panties and sleep shorts aside. your cheeks burned as you both looked towards your heat, wetness dripping onto his length. he threw his head back as he let out a soft groan, "fuck baby, what would mark think about me having his big sis dripping all over me hm? like the idea of getting fucked by me that much?"

you nodded quickly shame evaporating from your body as you began to rub his tip along your soaking cunt. he hissed under you, his hands gripping the couch cushions, "don't tease baby, wanna feel you."

you sunk down slightly, hollowly fucking yourself on his tip. your bottom lip was trapped between you teeth, body leaned back as you gripped onto jaemin's thighs. he couldn't help but groan at the sight of you, body covered up by your pjs but your pussy on full display.

he moved his hand to your tummy, fingers slipping under your shirt to pull the fabric over your tits, "fuck, you little minx, look at you dripping on my cock- shit, keep going."

you whined loudly, soft pants leaving your desperate lips as you sunk down on him, the stretch hot against your walls."c-can't jaem, too-"

his hand gripped you breast, rolling your sensitive nipples against his fingers. he pouted up at you, a slight tilt to his head, "can't what baby, hm? minnie's dick to big for my little princess?"

you huffed in embarrassment, cheeks burning red as you threw your head back to hide.

"that's okay angel-" his hands traveled down to your hips, a light chuckle leaving his lips as he lifted his hips to meet yours. the loud slap of your hips vibrated against the living room walls, a soft cry leaving your lips as you leaned forward, stuffing your face into jaemin's neck.

"it's okay-" his hips began to move, your slick making it easy for him to slide against your walls, "you can take it baby see? you're so good for me- fuck"

you whined against his neck, walls tightening around his length as he slapped his hips up. "jaem, jaem, please, oh my- feels so good baby, so deep."

he laughed at your small squeak as he suddenly picked you up, placing you in the corner of the couch, your back pressed against the soft cushion,

"i'm gonna need you to be quiet now okay princess? don't want mark to know how good i'm fucking his big sis hm?"

you nodded quickly, mouth hanging open as he slid back into you without warning, a small moan leaving his lips. "fuck jaem i can't- just please, want it so bad jaem, plea-" your hand flew to your mouth to muffle your loud moans, his hips moving to repeatedly slam into you, his length angled in just the right position.

"fuckkk yes bunny, look at you. pretty pussy sucking me in so good." his pace was relentless, one of your hands having to muffle your moans and the other gripping his arm for stability. you sunk into the couch, cushions bouncing under you from each thrust.

he leaned down close to you, body radiating heat against your chest, "want you to cum baby, i'm so close, so clo- fuck yeah baby just like that, so fucking tight shit."

you squeezed around him your stomach tightening as his words filled your ears. all you could think about was jaemin. his strong arms surrounding you, his warm body enveloping you, his soft moans urging you to cream on him and- oh. he hand flew down to your core, finger pressing gently on your clit, "come on angel, cum for me, wanna feel it, need it baby, please."

you squeezed your eyes shut, teeth clamping around your hand as you arched your hips up. the tight feeling in your stomach radiating throughout you, body shaking as you let go.

he stilled inside you, head pressed into your neck to muffle his own moans as he came inside you, whimpers of your name leaving his lips as he panted against you, "fuck, fuck, fuck, so good, so good for me bunny, you did so good."

he kissed around your neck, lips trailing up onto your lips. the kiss was sweet, soft touch of his lips making your body tingle. his grip was warm against you as he held your trembling body.

"shhh, it's okay, you're okay-" he kissed your cheeks, hands rubbing your sides, "minnie's here baby, i got you, everythings-"

you sunk deeper into the couch as you heard the fridge door slam shut, watching as jaemin's eyes landed on the kitchen entrance, "jaem?" mark's sleepy voice broke the silence, "what are you doing out here?"

jaemin stuttered slightly, pink cheeks still evident against the dim lighting,"i- i was just-" you heard mark take a loud sip of something, clearing his throat after, "if this is about my sister- she's, she's just annoying, all that baby stuff is just her being annoying. you know- sometimes i even kinda feel like she might like you or something."

jaemin bit his lip, only a loud mhm being his response as his now soft length slid out of you, "yeah so, don't let it get to you jaem, get to bed alright?"

jaemin nodded, saying a quick goodnight as mark left his sight. he looked down towards you, a scared look on your face, "so you're into younger guys, huh bunny?"

your giggles filled the small space as you rolled your eyes, hand gently slapping his chest. he leaned down to plant a soft kiss on your lips, a wide grin on his face, "don't worry, i like bratty older women too."

[rafesangelita]

hi victoria!!! i love ur pogue!sweetheart!reader and i was wondering if u could do a lil hurt/comfort thing where one of rafes friends tells reader she talks too much/is too loud and she gets super upset? i’m a super big crybaby and i talk a LOT and i’d love to see how you write how rafey defends n comforts her :,)

warnings: protective!rafe, topper and kelce are pretty mean in this one >:(, rafe defends you <3, sight angst, fluff, rafe being the king of reassurance

a/n: i have personal beef with anyone who tells ppl to quiet down when they’re excited for something, or just naturally outgoing. also idk how to play poker so excuse the way i explained it if it’s incorrect lol

before you, friday nights were always reserved for rafe and his friends, the group of them either going out for a beer or staying in and betting money on card games. but now? rafe spent his friday nights buried inside of you, both of you laughing and kissing each other in the dark until one of you fell asleep first. and rafe wouldn’t have it any other way. his friends however, weren’t very fond of your boyfriend choosing you over them.

which would explain their impromptu visit while you two were mid-makeout session. “so this is why she has you locked away, huh?” you jumped, rafe covering you with a throw blanket as he slipped his shirt on. “what the fuck, guys?!” rafe glared at kelce and topper, your skin hot with embarrassment. “you left the door unlocked, playboy.” topper pushed a twelve pack of beers into rafe’s chest, the pair of friends walking to the kitchen.

“are you okay, baby?” rafe leaned down, wanting nothing more than to sucker punch his idiot friends for making you feel mortified. “i’m in my bra and panties!” you whispered, scrambling up from the couch and running up the stairs to rafe’s bedroom. rafe pinched the bridge of his nose, cursing under his breath before meeting topper and kelce in the kitchen. “y’all should’ve called me or something.” his tone was harsh, kelce holding his hands up defensively.

“she has you so pussy whipped bro, would you have even answered?” no, the answer was no. “it doesn’t matter, you two shouldn’t have walked in like that.” topper scoffed, popping open a can of beer. “chill, man, we just came to see our boy,” kelce slapped rafe’s shoulder, “and beat your ass at poker.” he added. rafe laughed, muttering a ‘not a chance.’ before going upstairs to check on you. “y/n?” you were fixing your disheveled hair, your lips still swollen from your previous activities.

“hey..” you turned, rafe pulling you in for a hug. “why don’t you come downstairs? be my lucky charm for the game we’re gonna play.” you shook your head, recalling topper’s words from earlier; ‘so this is why she has you locked away, huh?’ locked away? really? “i better not, you should go have your ‘bro’ time, i know it’s been awhile..” you smiled, hoping he didn’t catch the way your gaze faltered. he did. “i want you with me.” he pecked the tip of your nose, your eyes shutting momentarily.

“what if they don’t, though?” rafe was already dressing you, waving off your words. “well then they can leave.” he shrugged. you sighed, letting him walk you downstairs where topper and kelce had the game set up on the table. “the girl scout is joining us?” you didn’t miss the way topper exchanged looks with the boy on his right. “yes, she is. is there a problem?” kelce mumbled a ‘no.’, followed by an awkward clearing of his throat.

rafe pulled you onto his lap, the guys starting the game as you rested your head against his chest. you didn’t know a thing about poker, your lips quirking every time your boyfriend shouted excitedly. “there’s no way!” topper slammed his losing cards on the table, “i have nothing!” kelce was getting frustrated, the chances of him winning decreasing with each turn. “if i flip this card and it’s right, i take all of this.” the guys had already put in well over four hundred dollars, the tension in the room incredibly thick.

“with this money we’ll get you that mixer you been wanting, how does that sound?” you nodded, both you and rafe leaning forward in anticipation. as soon as rafe turned his last card over, you screamed, jumping up as topper and kelce heads fell down in defeat. it was the first time you had even opened your mouth tonight, and kelce wasted no time in shutting you down. “calm down, do you really have to be so loud?” your smile dropped, along with rafe’s. “forreal.” topper glared at you before pushing the money in your direction.

“what’s up y’all’s asses? she’s just cheering,” rafe pulled you to his side, “just a reminder that you two came here on your own accord and interrupted us, not the other way around.” in that moment you felt like a little girl again, always having someone to tell you to quiet down and suppress your excitement. you couldn’t help the tears from welling in your eyes, their judgmental looks making you want to disappear. prior to you and rafe being together, topper and kelce had always been nice to you, but all of that seemed to go out the door when your boyfriend stopped participating in their little get togethers.

“we hardly see you anymore, bro, we just don’t understand why she can’t lay off sometimes.” topper looked over at you, his jaw ticking as rafe laughed bitterly. you couldn’t believe your ears. if only they knew how much you encouraged rafe to hang out with them. “has it ever occurred to you that maybe i rather spend my time with my girlfriend than hanging out with you two? get the fuck out of my house.” topper and kelce looked like they were at a loss for words, both of them apologizing to you under their breath.

“and not that it matters anymore, ‘cause you two are so convinced that she has me trapped in her evil lair somewhere, but she encouraged me to come down here by myself before i dragged her along with me. you don’t even know what you’re talking about.” rafe basically pushed them out before shouting, “and i’m keeping the beers assholes!”

rafe shut the front door, making sure to lock it this time before he scooped you up in his arms. “don’t cry, sweetheart, they’re both idiots.” you sniffled, laughing softly. rafe smiled at the fact that he knew how to make you feel better. “talk my ear off while i order that mixer, i love hearing your voice.”

[natsswife]

dating nat hcs!! (pre crash tl)

cw: brief cigs n drugs mention, fluffy

notes: kinda self indulgent in the cigs n drugs part cuz i dont do any of those and i know nat wont do it around you<33 also i wanna write something inspired in california from chappell but idk what plot or what to write ksolcisafujkfjkdjfjm HELP

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༘⋆ i def see nat as the one who fell first and harder, always being the tough one, but under all that she had a soft spot for you

༘⋆ type of girlfriend who LOVES being taken care of, inside door, in the privacy of your rooms there's nothing she loves more than you playing with her hair<33

༘⋆ she is def touch starved, not having a good relation with her mom, everything that happened with that dickhead of a dad made her build a cold shell to avoid getting hurt all over again, but everything changed when you came to her life, first as a friend and now as her secret lover<3

༘⋆ thats why she loves when came with whatever that involves you taking care of her, wanna paint her nails and do a whole manicure un her? hell yeah, wanna try your hair stylist skills on her which means she will get you playing and messing with her hairs for a good hour? she’s all in, you read in one of your moms magazines a little tutorial on how to make back massages like a professional? she will gladly be ur guinea pig, especially because this kind of massages always ends up in a hot make out session<3

༘⋆ loves complimenting you after a match, doesnt matter if u didnt try hard enough just know nat will be there telling you how good you did in this one, she never got someone being all proud for her and knows how it feels, so if theres an opportunity she will let her inner cheerleader out just for you

༘⋆ fast makeout sessions in the locker room after a match, cuz the adrenaline and her being all sweaty, with a messy ponytail, manspreading in the bleachers while drinking water does wonders inside you!!

༘⋆ loves taking you out either for eat or to some parties, will save enough money for it because you’re not paying anything on her watch!! ofc if she sees that u start to get annoyed because you want to invite her she wont stop you! anything but see you angry because that would ruin her night

༘⋆ if you’re not into cigs (and drugs) Nat would do her best to not do it in front of you, she can't promise that she will stop it for good because at the end they’re are a little escape of her reality at home, but if she knows it makes you uncomfy she’ll try her best<3

༘⋆ loves when your invite her over to sleep, you know about her situation and the less she spends at home the better, so sleepovers that turns into horror movies night and being awake till 4 a.m arent uncommon, because for nat you are her favorite person, and a night with you with means a lot of heal for her heart

༘⋆ in your anniversaries she’ll gift you anything you want, no matter how dumb ur request is, your wish is her command. got problems with some maths exercises and the due date is near? no problem! nat is there to ask the smart person of the class (more like force them) to  do it for u, she will pay for it (gives them a price n they have to run with it cuz either way there will be problems)

༘⋆ and last but not least, will always reassure you that she's there for you, no matter how rough things get Nat is there to help you with anything, and won't let you make stupid decisions, because if there’s something that hurts her more than anything is seeing you feeling trapped and would do anything to brush that feeling away, because only Nat knows how many times you’ve been there for her, when her mom, when her dad, when life gave her the worst time and you’ve been there to wipe her tears, and the least she can do is do the same for you<3

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Do not translate w/o permission, copy or use for ai training, train your useless brain instead<3

[giuseppe-yuki]

Heyyyy, so Idk if you're going to see this but I have an idea, it's more of the reaction type? Like the drivers find out that you were a famous gamer back in 2020-2022, like a minecraft y'tuber or smthn like that but you don't show your face and stuff and they find out when you casually bring it up? Idk if u're comfy writing for the rookies but if u're not it's fine. (I hope I didn't sound rude lol)

hi anon :)

you don’t sound rude at all - my inbox is open to all requests! i love specific ones cause they’re easier to write too lol so thank you <3

i hope i did you prompt justice with this quick headcannon!

ex youtuber!reader x rookies headcannons

(side charles leclerc x reader)

• it's bright and early on a thursday afternoon - the most perfect media day the pr management could ever ask for

• ofc, charles his pr to do with ferrari, so he gives suggests you to drop by in his drivers room to chill

• he gives you kiss before you go, cause ofc, he's a good boyfriend

• on the way down the hospitality lane, you stumble upon kimi and ollie in a questionable alley trying to set up a camera to do a "vlog" for their pr duties

• in the seconds that you are walking by them, kimi almost drops the camera twice while ollie stands at least a meter away from the setup as if kimi was going to accidentally press a button that was going to detonate the camera

• feeling your "motherly" instinct kick in, you approach them to fix the problem - you're all too familiar with camera set-up from your streamer days

• "here kimi, move a little to your left, so you'll be in frame, while i adjust the resolution before you start filming"

• it's quite laughable the way you are dressed in a fashionable outfit with your little rosso corsa mini birkin, yet you are are wedged in between the mercedes and haas motorhomes, on your knees, trying to help the rookie drivers focus their camera

• they thank you profusely, but kimi gets curious enough to ask you how you even know so much about camera set-up

• "well, let's just say i had a little bit of an online presence during the covid years."

• you leave them alone to continue their recording and make your way to charles' driver's room before they have a chance to ask anymore questions that you aren't sure you want to answer

• they track you down after they finish their media and meetings though

• ur literally trying to enjoy your coffee with charles in front of hospitality with charles and they come barging into the gated off area (lewis gives them a bombastic side-eye) to ask you more questions

• “wait, so were you streamer or something?"

• charles: ????

• you don't reveal anything directly, but you do say - "well, how do you think charles knew how to set up streams during the covid era? he can barely make pasta by himself!"

• (charles catching strays while being confused what the hell is going on)

• them coming to the realization that yes, you were a streamer they get even more nosy...

• how many subscribers did you have???

• five.... million

• what did you stream???

• 🤫

• you leave at that, knowing that they're bound to be making extensive research to find you

• it's isack that recognizes you by the sound of your voice first after the news breaks in the rookie group chat

• on the verge of tears, begging you for an autograph (as if he wasn't an established celebrity himself)

• "omg this is the best day of my life - i watched your streams all the time."

• close second to lewis hamilton himself on his idol list

• gabriel tries to secretly get the stake media team to try and recruit you for at least 1 chronically online pr video cause its not fair got mclaren got Idshadowlady and now he wants a big youtuber collab too

• (charles vetoes that idea immediately cause god forbid his girlfriend is in an enemy team pr video...)

• it's not much of a secret anymore after jack doohan yells across the hospitality area when you walk by "NO ACTUAL WAY- you were literally my entire childhood i had no idea that was YOU"

• media had a field day with it bc its basically an accidental face reveal at this point

• people now coming to the paddock to get your signature instead of charles????

• ur cult following + charles tifosi = unstoppable

[izanacore]

“the grudge” | ran haitani x reader

one-shot 𓂃⋆.˚

synopsis: she was always the reckless one. the black sheep—and he was her sister’s perfect husband. until one night turned into a habit. and now, she’s not just stealing kisses. she’s after everything her sister treasures most.

characters: ran haitani, fem!reader

warnings: smut (18+), explicit sexual content, noncon, dubcon, infidelity, slight somnophilia, manipulation, intoxication, degradation, rough sex, breeding kink implication, slapping, spitting, choking, face-fucking, cumplay, creampie, cigarette use, emotionally toxic dynamics, cheating, small age gap (implied), coercion, emotional manipulation, substance use, explicit language.

notes: a month of hiatus, and idk if this is a good fic for a comeback. as usual, lmk ur thoughts! i fucking love unhinged ran haitani. and as always, the apperance is bonten ran haitani—cause he’s chef’s kiss MWA <3

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it was past midnight when ran haitani woke up, the buzz of sleep fading as he stared at the ceiling. the room was quiet—his wife curled up beside him, breathing steady, peaceful.

it was his birthday.

earlier, she’d cooked dinner like she always did, even baked a cake for him. sweet, thoughtful, soft. the kind of wife who folded his laundry and left notes in his lunchbox. ran loves her. really, he does.

but sometimes… he misses the thrill of it all.

the chaos. the mess. the wildness.

he dragged himself out of bed and padded down the stairs, sighing as he reached the kitchen. opening the fridge, he grabbed a beer and leaned against the counter.

this was the life he chose. he knew that. but god, some nights it felt suffocating.

he took a slow sip, then stilled at the sound of shuffling—unsteady footsteps coming from the front.

he turned his head just as the lights flicked on.

y/n.

drunk. maybe even high. stumbling across the living room like her legs barely remembered how to walk.

ran’s jaw tensed as he watched her make her way to the staircase, pausing halfway, touching her head with a quiet curse.

“fuck…” she muttered, wincing.

he sighed. again with this.

he crossed the room and reached out. “here. let me help you.”

y/n didn’t argue. she slung her arm around his neck without hesitation, his hand firm around her waist as he guided her upstairs. her body was warm. too warm. pressed up against him like she had no idea what boundaries were—or maybe she did, and just didn’t care.

when they reached her room, ran opened the door and gently laid her down on the bed.

he stayed for a moment. just sat there, breathing, watching.

she was out of it—hair messy, eyes heavy-lidded, skin glowing under the soft light. she looked exactly like the kind of girls he used to chase before his life got quiet.

and she was wearing next to nothing.

tiny shorts. a crop top that barely covered anything.

and then—she started pulling it off.

his throat went dry.

the thin top hit the floor, leaving her in a laced bra that hugged her breasts too perfectly. his eyes dragged over her body, heat coiling low in his stomach.

his cock pressed against his sweats, painfully hard. he palmed it, trying to get a grip.

he shouldn’t want this. not her. not like this.

but y/n…

she was the kind of girl any man would want. beautiful. bold. sinfully tempting.

and ran haitani was no exception.

he needed to take care of the problem.

ran looked down at the bulge pressing tight against his sweats, throbbing with every breath he took. just a taste. that’s all. not like he was gonna fuck her.

just a taste.

that wouldn’t count as betrayal, right?

he slowly leaned forward, careful not to wake her—like she wasn’t already passed out in front of him, drunk and vulnerable, dressed in next to nothing.

he reached for her shorts, slowly unzipping them, tugging them down her thighs.

just a taste. that’s it. he swore. he was gonna leave after this.

her panties were next. he pulled them to the side and pressed his tongue against her cunt.

nothing.

she didn’t react at first. eyes still closed.

so he did it again.

again.

until he was licking her like he needed it to survive—like she was the only thing that could bring him back to life.

“ugh…”

that small sound—barely audible—was enough for ran to lose whatever restraint he had left.

he peeled the panties off completely, grabbed her thighs, and pulled her close to his face.

he devoured her.

licking, sucking, moaning into her cunt like he’d forgotten everything else in the world.

his tongue fucked her deep, messy and unrelenting. her body trembled, a moaning mess under him.

and then—

y/n’s eyes fluttered open.

she saw him. between her legs. ran haitani. her sister’s husband.

fuck, it turned her on even more.

finally. finally, something of her sister’s she could take.

the perfect, sweet sister everyone adored. the one who always did everything right. while she was the mess. the disappointment. the girl no one wanted around.

but right now? right now, she had the one thing that mattered most.

her sister’s husband.

maybe they were right. maybe she was evil.

fine. let her be.

she grabbed a fistful of ran’s hair and grinded herself on his mouth, moaning loud, needy, desperate.

“fuck!!”

he pulled away and quickly leaned over her, covering her mouth with his hand.

“shh…” he hissed. “you have to be quiet or we’re gonna stop this.”

he pulled his hand back—but y/n pushed it away without hesitation, glaring at him—defiant.

“i don’t fucking care. i want her to hear how good you are fucking me.”

his cock twitched at her words.

drunk. high. but not stupid.

she knew exactly what she was doing.

she wanted this. wanted him. wanted to ruin everything.

ran stared at her, eyes dark. “you’re evil.”

“and you like evil girls,” y/n smirked. “stop pretending to be a good fucking husband. it doesn’t suit you.”

before he could speak, she grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him—hungry, raw, reckless.

it was messy. spit and moans and teeth clashing.

god, this was what he missed.

not gentle touches or quiet, careful sex.

this.

she pulled away, breathless, and ran slid his hand back between her legs. his fingers slipped inside her with ease—two of them, fast and deep.

“fuck—” y/n moaned, her back arching.

ran pressed his lips to her neck, sucking, licking, biting like he couldn’t get enough of her skin.

she was coming undone beneath him, high and overstimulated.

“ran—shit—i’m cumming—”

“yes!! yes!!” she cried out, gripping his shoulders as her body tightened, shaking through her orgasm.

he pulled his fingers out and brought them to his lips, sucking her off of them while staring her down.

y/n bit her lip, cheeks flushed.

how the hell did he end up with someone like her sister?

she sat up and pulled him into another kiss, grinding against him as she climbed into his lap.

his hands gripped her waist, guiding her hips as they moved in sync, all heat and tension and desperation.

it was obsession—burning hot and all-consuming.

they kissed like they needed each other to breathe.

y/n pulled back, lips swollen, and whispered, “happy birthday, ran.”

he chuckled darkly, still holding her tight. “thought you forgot.”

she rolled her eyes. “i knew my sister would make some lovey-dovey shit for you tonight. i had to leave the house for a while.”

then she leaned close, lips brushing his ear.

“i’ll show you what a real birthday present looks like.”

she palmed his cock through his sweats, slow and teasing, watching it twitch under her touch.

then—smooth, bold—y/n pulled his pants down. his cock sprang free, thick and heavy, and she couldn’t help but lick her lips.

she yanked his shirt off next, and god—those tattoos, that lean muscle, the way he looked like sin wrapped in skin.

he should’ve never been with her sister. he belonged with someone like her.

ran couldn’t even think straight anymore. it’s been too long since he felt something this good.

he stood abruptly, grabbing her hair and forcing her onto her knees like it was second nature.

no warning.

he shoved his cock into her mouth with a low groan, one hand tangled in her hair, the other braced on his hip.

“fuck…”

her mouth was hot, wet, perfect—and the way she sucked him? like she was born for this.

like she’d done it a hundred times just for him.

ran lost control fast, his hips starting to move on their own, fucking her mouth with zero shame.

“such a fucking slut,” he growled, slapping her cheek lightly, eyes dark. “letting me use your mouth like this, huh?”

“you’re really the opposite of your sister.”

he gave her hair another tug, making her look up at him with teary eyes and ruined makeup.

“gonna fuck you every day now,” he said through gritted teeth. “gonna ruin this filthy mouth every time i need to get off.”

her life had already been a mess before this. y/n had been crashing at their place ever since she got kicked out of her parents’ house—drinking, partying, failing classes while her sister played the perfect role: quiet, graceful, top of her class, married right after college.

they were two years apart. but a world of difference.

and now, y/n was on her knees in the house her sister gave her—getting fucked in the mouth by the same man her sister loved.

and ran?

maybe their parents were right about him all along.

he was still the reckless bastard he used to be. no amount of marriage or clean slates could change that.

and it showed in the way he shoved his cock down y/n’s throat over and over again, spit and precum dripping down her chin, smearing across her chest.

her makeup was wrecked. but to ran, she looked like a fucking dream.

a dirty, dangerous dream he didn’t want to wake up from.

he spit on her. rubbed his cock across her cheeks. watched her tongue follow his every move like a desperate little thing.

“gonna cum,” he warned, voice hoarse.

he pulled out, gripped the base of his cock, and pumped it while she pressed her tits together, tongue out, ready to take it.

“fuck…” he muttered under his breath.

she looked too sexy—like a fucking pornstar in lingerie.

he came hard.

white streaks hit her face, her tongue, even her bra-covered tits.

but y/n wasn’t done.

she fondled her chest, sliding his cock between her soft breasts, using the push of her bra to squeeze them together.

ran’s head fell back. overstimulated. shivering.

“fuck this girl,” he thought.

it was too much.

he pulled away and laughed breathlessly, shaking his head. “enough,” he muttered. “you’re too fucking naughty.”

he leaned down and kissed her forehead while she was still on her knees.

“gonna go back to my room now. thanks for the present, baby.”

he turned to grab his pants—telling himself they didn’t actually fuck.

just got each other off. nothing more. it’s not cheating if there’s no sex, right?

but—

“we’re not done yet.”

her voice was soft. almost innocent.

ran turned back to her slowly.

“please, ran…” she stood up, eyes wide, playing the part of the sweet little sister.

“i need you.”

her hand slid down, guiding his to her soaked pussy.

“need you inside me. just a quick one…”

lies.

because it’s been nearly an hour now.

he’s balls-deep inside her, pounding her from behind while his wife—her sister—is asleep in the next room.

“ran… so good…”

she’s barely able to speak, voice cracking between gasps and moans.

face down, ass up.

his hand pressing her head into the mattress, her ass red and stinging from all the slaps.

wet, lewd noises filling the room with every thrust.

no shame.

no guilt.

just filth.

and it feels so fucking right.

one… two… even three rounds weren’t enough. they were still going at it like animals. every position. every angle. as if they’d been starving for each other for years.

right now, y/n was on top of ran, riding him like she owned him. her hips rolled slow and deep, greedy for every inch. ran groaned beneath her, hands all over her—palming her tits, fingers digging into her ass, lips dragging kisses down her neck.

“get off, y/n,” he warned, his voice strained. “i’m gonna cum—fuck.”

he tapped her thighs, trying to slow her down, but she only rolled her eyes at him.

stubborn little brat.

ran chuckled, breathless, trying to catch her mouth in a kiss, but y/n had other plans. she was pumping his cock with her hand, teasing him, getting him right to the edge—and the second she felt his body start to shudder, she slammed herself back down onto him.

“fuck—y/n,” ran growled, head falling back.

his hips bucked up on instinct, thrusting into her heat as he came inside her—no stopping it now. the way she clenched around him made his vision blur. the grip he had on her waist was bruising, but she loved it. she bounced through his orgasm, chasing her own, and within seconds, she was crying out too, cunt fluttering around his cock.

ran collapsed into her chest, sweaty and out of breath, his head resting against her shoulder while her arms wrapped around him.

she stroked his purple hair lazily, smirking like she just won the biggest prize of her life.

they stayed like that for a moment, basking in the filth and the afterglow.

“fuck, your parents were really right about you, huh?” ran muttered against her skin, still trying to breathe. “you’re a bad fucking girl.”

“just living up to their expectations,” y/n replied with a cocky grin, her eyes locked on his plump, kiss-bruised lips.

and because she couldn’t help herself, she leaned in and kissed him again—sloppy, slow, like they hadn’t just broken every boundary that existed.

after a few more minutes of making out, y/n finally pulled off of him and sat beside him on the bed, her thighs sticky with his cum.

“you got a cigarette?” ran asked, voice gravelly.

“mhm,” she nodded.

she leaned over to grab one from the bedside table, tossing him a lighter too. her tits swung slightly with the movement, and ran’s eyes followed them like he was hypnotized.

“mind if i smoke here?” he asked, already bringing the cigarette to his lips.

“i smoke here all the time. no big deal.”

she lit it for him, then dropped the lighter back on the table.

ran took a long drag, exhaled slow. it’s been so long since he last smoked. he quit when he got serious with his wife. but old habits die hard, and tonight, everything came back with a vengeance.

y/n climbed back into bed and laid her head on his chest, arms curling around his waist.

he was a little thrown off by the sudden clinginess. this was different. this was softer.

but still, he didn’t push her away.

instead, he gently brushed the hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear like he cared. and maybe he did. maybe just a little.

he smoked in silence, her holding onto him like he was hers.

and in her head, that’s exactly what he was.

she’d wanted him first. way back when she was a freshman, and he was a junior. they ran in the same circles. she saw him before her sister ever did. it was her who crushed on him first. it was her who wanted him. it was supposed to be her.

so now, it only made sense that she was the one wrapped around him like this.

she earned him. finally.

when ran finished his cigarette, he stubbed it out in the ashtray, then gently tapped her arms. “gotta go back now, princess.”

but y/n just held him tighter and shook her head.

he laughed quietly. “she’s gonna notice if i’m not there when she wakes up.”

“so?” y/n muttered, face buried against his chest. “let her. i don’t give a fuck about her feelings.”

typical y/n.

ran leaned down and kissed her temple. “i’ll make it up to you, okay?”

she rolled her eyes.

“i’ll see you in the morning.”

he kissed her once more, soft but short, then stood up and started pulling his clothes back on—like they hadn’t just committed the filthiest fucking sin in that bed.

like he didn’t just cum inside the wrong woman.

and still—he didn’t regret a thing.

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her morning was ruined the second she stepped into the kitchen.

there they were—her sister and ran—cuddled up, laughing, exchanging sweet little kisses like the man who was sucking her clit and fucking her brains out last night wasn’t sitting there acting like a picture-perfect husband.

y/n rolled her eyes.

disgusting.

she headed to the fridge, grabbed a water bottle, and slammed the door shut hard—just to make sure they knew she was there.

“woah, good morning, moody girl,” her sister teased, unbothered as she hopped off ran’s lap. she walked toward the kitchen counter, placing a bowl in front of y/n. “made you soup. figured you were drunk again last night, huh? what time did you even get home?”

too kind. always so kind.

“none of your business,” y/n muttered, barely sparing a glance, walking right past the breakfast her sister made and disappearing down the hallway.

her sister just sighed.

she always tried. always gave her love, her patience, her care. and y/n always shoved it back in her face. maybe that’s why it hurt more—because her sister never gave her a reason to hate her. but y/n did anyway.

ran watched it all. his wife’s disappointment. y/n’s attitude. he stood up and gently reached for her.

“i’ll talk to her,” he said.

she nodded, believing him. like she always did.

but that’s not what happened.

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“told you i’d be back in the morning,” ran whispered into y/n’s ear as he buried himself deep inside her.

y/n’s leg was hooked over his shoulder, her pussy slick and tight around him. ran angled himself just right, hitting her spot with every thrust—deep and deliberate.

“just gotta fuck that nasty attitude outta you, huh?” he growled, leaning in to slam into her harder. y/n clawed at the sheets, barely able to breathe through the pace he set.

“you fuck me so good… ugh, ran—”

“yeah?” he smirked. “you like getting ruined by your sister’s husband?”

y/n nodded desperately, mouth open, completely gone. she didn’t care anymore. about anything.

ran pulled out suddenly and flipped her on her stomach, pressing her flat to the bed. he slammed back in with a grunt, lips grazing her shoulder, then biting down as y/n cried out from the pressure.

“harder, ran, please!” she begged, eyes wet with tears.

he obliged. used her like a toy—slamming his hips into her, grabbing her wrists, pushing her into the mattress.

when she came, it was without warning—her body seizing up, legs shaking uncontrollably. ran felt it, loved it, and kept going.

he grabbed her by the hair, yanking her up so she was against his chest. y/n didn’t even resist. she let him do anything. everything.

his hand found her throat. his other hand rubbed her clit, overstimulating her while he pounded into her from behind.

“g-gonna cum again—” she choked out, crying now.

“good,” he muttered, slamming harder, faster. “fucking take it.”

he kissed her cheek, messy and open-mouthed, before groaning against her ear and spilling inside her again. not a drop spared. he stayed inside her, twitching, hips jerking involuntarily.

he laid her back down gently, pulled out slow. his cum spilled out of her ruined cunt and onto the sheets.

he kissed down her spine. across every bruise and mark he left.

they didn’t stop.

it happened again. and again. and again.

days turned to weeks. weeks to months. and still, his wife had no idea.

or maybe she did. but she was too kind, too naive to admit it.

until one morning—

“y/n… where’d you get that necklace?”

fuck.

y/n froze.

the necklace. she found it in ran’s car one night. tried it on. never gave it back.

“ah… this?” she said coolly. “my boyfriend gave it to me. why?”

and then—

her sister lit up.

eyes wide. soft little gasp. “oh? you have a boyfriend?!”

she looked genuinely happy. like she’d been waiting for that moment. like she believed—hoped—y/n had found someone who loved her.

“finally!” her sister smiled. “why didn’t you tell me sooner? oh my god, i wanna meet him.”

“i’ll bring him here soon,” y/n said casually, sipping her coffee like it wasn’t laced with venom.

her sister smiled, totally unaware. she had no idea the boyfriend y/n kept mentioning was her own husband.

“okay!” she chirped. “also—can you ask him where he got that necklace? we have the same one. ran gave it to me. i think i lost mine though, so i might have to drag him back there to get a new one.”

she laughed.

and y/n didn’t say a word.

because she wasn’t giving it back.

and she took her cruelty further.

she took photos of herself on ran’s phone—covered in his cum, fingers between her legs in front of the camera. made sure her face wasn’t visible. but the intent was crystal clear.

when it didn’t work, she went deeper.

she changed ran’s lockscreen to one of the pics. didn’t even care if it started a war.

his wife found it. of course she did.

they fought. argued. she cried. but still—she didn’t leave.

because she trusted him. too much.

too forgiving.

too fucking soft.

and that was the curse, wasn’t it?

her sister’s kindness was the very thing that broke y/n. the comparisons, the pressure, the perfection.

and now—she was gonna return the favor.

soon, she was going to break her too.

piece by piece.

starting with the one thing her sister cherished most—

ran haitani.

[ddeokz]

talk slow ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ "ive been listening all night & ur words they sound so right!" - S.ES

trope . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ tutor!eunseok x smart!reader ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ fem!reader reader is lowkey playing dumb- fluff! (tooth rotting) suggestive? seoks a lil toxic?? BUT eunseoks a good tutor :) an .ᐟ.ᐟ first seok imagine?? drabble? IDK! I’m so happi ive been loving making these! enjoy <3 riizebrary + song to read 2!

tutor!eunseok who.. knows you don’t need tutoring but knows it doesn’t hurt to get extra help (he’s trying to make up excuses so he has a valid excuse to hang out with you)

tutor!eunseok who.. color codes all the notes for you, writes in perfect hand writing and leaves sticky notes with tips all over the pages for you then texts you to see what colors you like the most and abuses the fuck out of those markers each time you ask for notes.

tutor!eunseok who.. shifts in his seat each time you lean closer to him taping your finger on the page and softly whispering "i dont get it seok.. can you explain again?" with a little pout on your face- he knows that your lying but he doesn't care and explains it slower adding a "come on yn your so smart, guess im just gonna have to get it in your brain another way huh?”

tutor!eunseok who.. loans you his best pen for your test this week for "good luck" and when your done testing and try to give it back he just says "keep it i have like 100" (he doesn't but he just wants you to have something of his)

tutor!eunseok who.. watches you as you read out the problems, his eyes study your face with meaning- with intention and when you catch him he turns his head so you cant see the pink color that started to creep onto his cheeks.

tutor!eunseok who.. cant stand it when you cancel study sessions last minute to go out or make plans with your other friends he texts back with "you dont wanna pass or something?" coming off as cold but really he just wishes you'd ask him to do those things with him.

tutor!eunseok who.. gets as hyped as you when you show him you passed a test or an assignment (that you both knew you were gonna pass either way-) "we gotta go out for food, my treat smart girl" he says as he gives you a little spin

tutor!eunseok who.. doesn't budge when you complain about studying for too long "what if we just go get drinks for like an hour and come back?!" you'd whine but he just shakes his head and says "if your good and finish this section we'll do whatever you want smart girl" and you listen.. cuz who wouldn't?

tutor!eunseok who.. catches you dead asleep in the library so he walks up puts his jacket on your shoulders and sits across from you working on a project till you wake up "morning sleepy" he smiles and pats your head. you start to feel suspiciously safe around him

tutor!eunseok who.. asks you on a date in the form of a math problem which you had no problem figuring out- he laughs as you read out the meaning and says "what have i been tutoring you for this whole time girl? your smarter than me"

tutor!eunseok who.. facetimes you right before your tests blowing you a kiss and wishing you good luck and maybe promising that if you do well he'll have a special present for you right after what could it be?? now you gotta pass.

[angelluv16]

The Chorus of Us

ex lando norris x Ginger Spice's daughter!reader x harry styles

✩: They broke up and wrote a heartbreaking song. Through this process, her old friends from F1 were with her. With one specific boy band member getting closer and closer

fc: Crystal Leigh, girls from pinterest

pairing: ex lando norris x Ginger Spice's daughter!reader x harry styles

warnings: swearing, cheating, Lando is an asshole in this

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(We shall pretend Harry is on tour, I miss him. Also, Reader is not using horner or her mom's last name, she's using her grandparents )

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yourusername: Was only going to post my natural hair, but why not give you guys a dump😘

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username33: The brown hair Omfg I never knew I needed it.

username34: Uhhhhh who's that man on slide 5 and 7 🤨🤨

yourusername: I don't know what ur talking about🤷‍♀️

christianhorner: 💕💕

username35: Not you casually soft launching on main 😭

username36: I just KNOW Lando is punching the air rn 💀

username37: The brown hair is everything. I’m obsessed. 😩

username38: One Direction vinyl, flowers, and a mystery man… this is a Wattpad plot fr

username39: Not me zooming in on slide 3 like a detective

username40: Not you trying to gaslight us in the comments 💀 we see the TEA

yourusername: I do not know what you mean I've been a saint

username41: 1D vinyl and pasta dates… oh she’s in her healing era 🫶🏽 (or her delulu era idk yet)

yourusername: I'm already healded girlie poo. and rude i'm not delulu

maxverstappen1: The only good Photo on this dump is of me and Kelly

yourusername: Tbh You ruined the photo but oh well

kellypiquet: You look beautiful as always ❤️

yourusername: Have YOU seen Yourself

username42: Not you moving on that fast 💀💀 girl be serious.

username43: Girl it's been months just because she's posting the oppisait gender doesn't mean she's moved on maybe she's going on dates perhaps she's seeing if she can trust someone and plus lando's moved on clearly an no one is talking about that but once she does it's a huge problem. babe get a fucking life and let my girl live her own ❤ by yourusername and harrystyles

alexandrasaintmleux: Miss you pretty girl

yourusername: Miss you more bbg, Meet up soon?

alexandrasaintmleux: Yes yes yes yes yes

usernamer44: You stay acting like the victim when YOU were the problem.

username45: Girl be fucking for real Lando CHEATED ON HER Not the other way around

oscarpiastri: I’m just here for the comments 🍿

yourusername: We stand by that

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yourusername: Happy to announce that after a year of no music (for you) My New single "Tolerate It" is out now everywhere. A big big Shoutout and thank you to @charlesleclerc for playing the piano, love you lots

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charlesleclerc: Thank YOU for Allowing me to Play the piano for this incredible song. Love love you

username46: I’M SOBBING. This is the breakup anthem I NEEDED

username47: The way Charles is supporting you >>> everyone else 😭

username48: Harry liking this post… yeah, we won today

kellypiquet: This song is pure magic. So proud of you ❤️✨ ❤ by yourusername

username49: Me, a single person with no recent breakup, sobbing like I just got left at the altar 😭

username50: The lyrics???? The vocals????? The pain????? You cooked and left NO crumbs

username51: Why did you personally attack me with this song? What did I do to deserve this??

maxverstappen1: Unreal. Your talent is insane. Congrats!

zayn: This one hits deep. Beautiful work 🙌

alex_albon: On repeat. Over and over

lilymhe: can confirm

username52: you’re only famous because of who you know, not because of talent. Mid at best

username53: Charles playing the piano for this? Thought would play for other artists not this slut

username54: So we’re just not gonna talk about the lyrics that SCREAM Lando??????

harrystyles: ❤️❤️

username55: Lando somewhere punching the air rn

username56: Me pretending this song was written about my imaginary ex 😌

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yourusername: Family time ❤️

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username57: You radiate happiness here 😭❤️ love seeing you with your people!

username58: Family time >>> everything else. You look so happy, my heart

kellypiquet: I missed you, but I think P did more, she literally did cartwheels when she saw you

maxverstappen1: wow no photos of me?!?

yourusername: I already didn't want to see ur face, what makes you think I want you on my post?

gerihalliwellhorner: Nothing better than being surrounded by love and laughter

yourusername: Love love you lots mama

username59: This is either a PR move or the most effortless flex I’ve ever seen

username60: Meanwhile, I’m in my bed with 3-day-old leftovers. Love that for me

username61: Every single picture is just aesthetic perfection

username62: Your ‘family time’ and my ‘family time’ are NOT the same thing

username63: The way this post could be used as a tourism ad

username64: We get it, your life is perfect 🙄

harrystyles: ❤️

username65: I just cried in my 2008 Honda Civic. Thanks for this

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Harry Updates: Singer-songwriter YN YLN was seen at the Harry Styles show in London with four-time world Champion Max Verstappen and his girlfriend, Model Kelly Piquet. Then YN and Harry were spotted entering a restaurant alone. What are your thoughts?

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username66: If I don’t wake up to ‘sources say’ articles tomorrow I will be disappointed

username67: Me watching this like it’s a Netflix Original Drama

username68: I know lando is crying in a corner rn

username69: He fumbled the baddest bitch fr

username70: The F1 girlies and the Harry girlies are about to FIGHT in the comments

username71: Meanwhile I’m here struggling to get a text back

username72: If Harry and YN start dating, the internet is going to BREAK

username73: Not me refreshing Twitter every five seconds for updates

username74: I don’t trust Hollywood at all, this is definitely PR

username75: Max and Kelly must have been like, ‘So, should we just… leave them to it or?’

username76: ynis literally living the fanfic life we all dreamed of and I respect her for it

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lnupdates: In a recent interview, Lando Norris was asked about his past relationship with YN. When questioned if he regrets how things ended, he scoffed before saying, "Regret? No. I mean, I don’t sit around crying about it. Things end for a reason. People move on." When the interviewer pressed further, asking if he ever felt like he let a good thing slip away, Lando shrugged and added, "Maybe she was a great thing. Maybe not. Doesn’t really matter now, does it?" Read the full interview at the link in our story!

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username77: The way he said ‘Maybe she was a great thing. Maybe not.’ like bro, you sound bitter for someone who doesn’t care

username78: No because the audacity? The nerve? The sheer gall? I just KNOW YN is somewhere sipping her drink, unbothered, while he’s out here pretending he doesn’t regret it

username79: You mean to tell me the boy who wouldn't let her go when she was with him at races or would always say he missed her now "regrets" the relationship and doesn't matter okay dude

username80: He’s acting like he didn’t look at her like she hung the stars every time they were together. This is just embarrassing for him tbh

username81: YN please drop a fire Instagram post ASAP we need to finish this man.

username82: he acts like he wasn't the one cheating lol

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yourusername: Growth looks good on me. Can’t say the same for everyone. 😉

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username83: holy shit she saw that one comment and said bet

username84: the caption 🤣🤣

username85: Mother is MOTHERING as always!!!

username86: THE SHADEEEE OMG I LOVE IT

username87: She really said ‘I won’ without saying ‘I won’ LMAOOO 😭

username88: If I were him, I simply wouldn’t show my face for months

kellypiquet: What a beautiful human

maxverstappen1: uhhh... what about me

yourusername: bitch get out of here she don't like you

yourusername: thank you ml let's run away together with P

username89: Why do you always have to be shady?? Just be mature

username90: Growth but you’re still posting about the past?? Okay

username91: Oh, she woke up and chose violence but in the most elegant way possible

username92: Healing, glowing, moving on… some people could never

username93: Growth looks good on you, regret looks good on him. Balance

username94: SOMEONE CHECK ON LANDO RN LMFAOOOO

oscarpiastri: He's crying in a corner

carlossainz55: he locked himself in his drivers room

charlesleclerc: Already on it

pierregasly: he's just staring at his phone

maxverstappen1: he doesn't talk to me anymore which I love

lancestroll: he's giving us a death glare I'm soooo scared

username95: WTFFFFFF HAHAH I CAN'T THIS IS ICONIC

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ynharrynews: Y/N and harry styles were spotted getting cozy last night 👀 Sources say the two were ‘inseparable’ all evening.

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username96: Omg Are they officially a thing now or just hanging out?

username97: This is giving couple goals but like low-key

username98: Seeing Harry happy makes me happy but also… not ready for all the fans who will lose it

username99: Okay but are we going to ignore the fact that they’ve been hanging out so much recently? It’s gotta be more than casual by now!

username100: Not Kelly and Max Liking this

username101: Honestly, they look so happy together! I’m here for it!

username102: after everything these two have been through, I'm happy they found each other

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yourusername: My Lover boy 🥰🥰

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Note: Sooo I decided to post this today instead of the 6th chapter for rumor has it because well I haven't written it yet lol But I will start tomorrow and hopefully post it soon. So here is this one meanwhile

Taglist: @anamiad00msday @fulla02 @lottalove4evelyn @greantii

[jyeoulzhu]

giselle being reader hallway crush and they are too shy to make a first move, then karina notice that she always saw reader in the hallway and got curious.

thank u author

wingman

summary . y/n had been admiring aeri everytime they encounter her in the hallway... well karina has other plans for them

pairing . aeri uchinaga x gender neutral reader

u got a crush. a massive crush. hallway crush type shit.

every day, same routine. giselle walks past, and suddenly, ur phone becomes the most interesting thing on earth. or the poster abt “choosing kindness” that looks like it survived a war. or the floor. wow. look at that tile.

u think u smooth.

karina thinks u r delusional.

“bro,” karina deadpans, catching u mid-phone-stare, “u are so embarrassing.”

u scoff. “idk what ur talking abt."

“u have been in this hallway at this exact time every day for three months.”

“…coincidence.”

karina stares. “coincidence my ass.”

then she pulls out her phone.

u get a bad feeling.

“what r u doing.”

“getting u a girlfriend.”

“WHAT—”

before u can tackle her, she yells out—

“YO, GISELLE! COME HERE!”

ur soul leaves ur body.

giselle, oblivious and gorgeous, walks over. “what’s up?”

karina grins. “y/n has something to say.”

she dips. leaves u to DIE.

giselle tilts her head, smiling. “yeah?”

u forget every language known to man.

“uhh… hi.”

she laughs. “hi.”

karina is behind her, aggressively motioning at u.

SPIT GAME, BRO.

ur brain malfunctions.

“i like ur—” u panic, “—shoes.”

…she is wearing crocs.

u r GOING TO JAIL.

but giselle?? giggling??? “thanks, i like urs too.”

karina facepalms. u can hear it.

“so,” giselle leans in slightly, “u gonna keep staring at me in the hallway, or are u finally gonna ask me out?”

u r fighting for ur LIFE right NOW.

“uhhhhhh,”

“yes,” karina answers for u.

giselle laughs, pulling out her phone. “here. gimme ur number.”

u r about to drop ur phone out of sheer shock. somehow, miraculously, u manage.

giselle winks. “see u tmrw, hallway weirdo.”

she walks off, leaving u in ruins.

karina pats ur back. “ur welcome.”

u glare. “op behavior.”

she shrugs. “and yet, i got u a date.”

…okay. fair.

so boom. u got giselle’s number.

U HAVE GISELLE’S NUMBER.

but now u have a problem.

what the fuck do u text her.

karina watches u stare at ur phone like it personally owes u money. “bitch.”

“shut up, i’m thinking.”

“thinking about what?? ‘hi’ is free.”

“NO IT’S NOT, SHE’LL KNOW I’M OBSESSED.”

karina stares. “GIRL u been standing in a hallway for three months waiting to see her. she knows.”

u r betrayed in 4k.

“this is why ur the ops.”

“and yet,” she smirks, “ur still asking me for help.”

u have never known suffering like this.

karina snatches ur phone and types something. before u can tackle her, she sends it.

“U PSYCHO WHAT DID U DO—”

u look.

she texted

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y/n

you like jazz?

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…fucking kill me now.

“R U INSANE.” u r about to FIGHT.

karina cackles. “trust. if she likes u, she’ll think it’s funny.”

u sit there. waiting.

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aeri

LMAO what 💀

r u abt to drop a bee movie monologue rn

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OH.

OH WE MIGHT BE COOKING.

karina grins. “SEE??”

u r in disbelief.

“…so what do i say next.”

karina rolls her eyes. “bitch. ask her out.”

u freeze.

“right now?? isn’t there, like, a talking stage or something??”

karina grabs ur shoulders. “DO U WANNA DATE HER OR DO U WANNA ROT.”

…damn.

so u text.

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y/n

maybe… but actually, u wanna grab coffee sometime??

aeri

ooo finally making ur move hallway weirdo??

i’m down <3

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U WIN. U FUCKING WIN.

u stare at ur phone. then at karina.

“…did i just rizz.”

karina smirks. “u barely survived, let’s not lie.”

[delugyu]

important question, who do u think owns toys and which ones 👀

omgg lemme go down the list lol

yeonjun - don’t see him as a huge toy user, especially not on himself lol. but if u have toys he’d try to act sooo uninterested even tho it lowkey piques his interest. like he’d act so above it until u ask if he wants to try em out and he’s like Yes. Yes. God yes. lmfao idk if these count as toys but i could see him liking things for restrictive play, like cuffs or sumn just to watch you squirm around. he’d be sooo evil just watching you flail helplessly, grinning down at u, he’d be like omg ur right we should have tried this sooner!

soobin - this perv i just know he’s got all kinds of crazy toys he wants to try 😭😭 both on himself and u but mostly u just cause he has a thing for watching u take it. he’d show u some freaky ass tentacle dildo and expect u to be all in, you’re like WTF that won’t even fit and he goes manic like WE WILL MAKE IT!!! he just buys shit without telling u and whips it out one day like babeee i got something new for u ❤️❤️❤️ and he will make use of every toy he gets, he’s not stopping til u cum three times and u got tears down ur face!! he loves it so bad it’s actually a problem, your drawers are filling up with an embarrassing amount of sex toys

beomgyu - he just wants to torture u LMFOAOSJJS no but like i can see gyu being a vibe enthusiast. or wands omfg he’d be ruthless and mean and awful, leaving ur panties on just to watch you soak through and ruin them, pressing the wand closer to your cunt and laughing at how you cry. but when you get your revenge and tease his tip with a vibe, all of a sudden it’s i’m sorryyy i’m sorry i’ll never edge u again i swear!! the switch up is crazy and you know he’s lying so u just have ur fun and pay no mind to his bitching.

taehyun - i don’t see him as a toy user but i’ve always had this thought of making taehyun fuck a fleshlight while he tries to convince u to fuck him lol. i love dom!reader x dom!taehyun cause i think the dynamic is so funnn lol like both of you being too stubborn to back down, trying to make the other fold first. you’re pumping his cock with a fleshlight while he spews out the dirtiest things to get you to abandon the toy and fuck him. he prefers using his hands and tongue on you instead of toys, cause it gives him the satisfaction of knowing he did all this to you, and that he didn’t need some stupid toy like you do to get you begging for his cock.

huening kai - FACK i could see him using a fleshlight and sending vids of him fucking it to u 😵‍💫 he buys u toys too and encourages you to send vids to him too, cause he’s so sweet and thoughtful 😇 would use a dildo on u to prepare u for his dick cause he’d be too big for u at first.. it’s just a part of size training with him <3 he asks u one day to just let him watch u use a vibe and you’re kinda scandalized at first but he’s so convincing!! (if convincing means tormenting you with cries of PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE, then yes!) so you give in and put on a little show for him, which he likes so much it almost concerns you. he’d like gifting you a little toy every now and then, coming to you like eekkkk guess what i saw in the store!! it’s so cute and pink, right?!! do you love it?!! do you wanna try it?!? right now?!?? 😇😇😇

[bloomzone]

Okay, so I just recognized some mistakes I’ve been doing lately literally just saved myself from repeating them again. And honestly, I noticed a lot of other students are making these same mistakes too. So here’s Part 2 of my “Study Mistakes I Did But Saved Myself Before It Was Too Late.” If you relate to any of these, take it as your sign to stop before it’s too late.

part 1

lesson 1 : the “failure” mindset.

Right now, I’m literally in this crazy state. Like the failure mode. It's insane , I do a million past papers, then I tell myself, “Yes, you did well today.” But I wake up the next day with the same mindset: No, girl, you need to do more. Like, what if all those questions don’t show up on the exam?Yes, stress can help it drives you sometimes. For me, it worked most of the time. That fear of failure push me to study harder. But don’t let failure control you. I really wish I could change my mindset, especially before big exams or finals.We always think, what if I fail instead of what if I succeed? So please, try not to stress too much. Even small efforts count. Stay motivated. I know discipline is important, but we’re human. Especially high school students there’s pressure from everywhere. Everyone expects something from you.So try to motivate yourself. Make your breakfast in the morning. Watch something motivational when you wake up. It will remind you why you're doing this.You’re a student. You need to succeed. But sometimes we lose that passion . So keep some backup motivation ready. Think: What if I succeed? Always and Study hard. Do everything you can so you can feel good and proud about urself later.

lesson 2 : using AI for essays.

Please, please, please stop using AI if you’re still doing it especially for essays idk about u use ai or not it's ur life idc but if u are a STUDENT hear me out If your exams are still a bit far and you’re using AI to do your homework, especially your essays, stop now.I swear, some classmates of mine used AI the whole year. Especially for French essays. I know not everyone is great at French even if it’s our mother tongue , some people treat it like a second language tooThere’s this one girl in my class she used ChatGPT for every single argumentative essay. And our teacher praised her: “Oh my god, I love your writing!” and gave her plus points. I got mad. Like… I wrote my essay 100% by hand, all real. And then the teacher accused ME of using AI? I was like Girl wtf 💀💀💀 this is 100% mine.And in the actual exam, that girl got 13/20 and i I got 19/20 and then the teacher believes me after •́⁠ ⁠ ⁠‿⁠ ⁠,⁠•̀.f you use AI all year, you’ll look so stupid in the exam. So please, even if you need help, don’t rely on AI. Just read articles, watch videos on YouTube, act like AI doesn’t exist.Read more, watch teachers online, documentary anything that helps you build real knowledge and vocabulary. You’ll get better and your essays will show it.

lesson 3 : Not organizing your notes.

This one is real. Please don’t do what I did: I lost every single note from first semester. I still don’t know where I put them.So if you’re someone who writes by hand, please always keep a folder next to you. As soon as you finish a paper, put it in the folder. Keep your folders in a place where no one touches them.The only thing that saved me I take pictures of my notes. So please, every time you write something important and feel like you might lose it take a photo. Just in case.

lesson 4 : Not sleeping early.

I’ve been doing this mistake recently, during prep week when we’re home from school. The stress is too much. Not because I can’t sleep I actually fall asleep in minutes. The problem is I don’t sleep early. I have no fixed schedule.If you study in the morning, you need to sleep early. I wake up around 5 or 6 a.m., but I sleep at midnight. That’s just 4–5 hours of sleep. And it’s not enough. I get headaches. I burn out.Today, for example, I woke up at 6 after sleeping at midnight. I had the worst headache. I made coffee but didn’t even drink it.Also, if you get headaches easily, be careful with coffee. Drink water first. Move around a bit before having it.So then I tried studying but couldn’t. I opened a YouTube video to study, but I couldn’t focus. I ended up lying down, playing the video on my phone, and falling asleep again with the teacher’s voice still playing I felt like a loser fr it made me so sad. So please, if you work best in the morning, be in bed at LEAAAST by 10 p.m.And if you’re a night owl and study until 2–3 a.m., please sleep long enough after that. Your brain needs it.Just be organize your sleep schedule. Everyone has their best time to focus just build your routine around it. The time will pass anyway, so spend it right.

stay healthy everyone 💭

@bloomzone

[manifestingitgurlll]

ANGEELLLLL wAIT Wait- so do we manifest/shift when our ego conforms orrr is it after our ego conforms or or what bc some people manifest without believing at all??? 😭

Also, Okay I decided that I shifted. Okay I DID my awareness moved that's all that "needed". But now. When I have the 3D in my face showing me "boo haha ur not in ur anime reality yet delulu ahh 👎🏼👎🏼👎🏼" and my human senses then what do I do AND THERE'S A BIGGER CONCERN THAN THAT ACTUALLY. All I hear now is awareness dwell on DR=DR materializes into physical BUT LIKE... For the while I'm still in my old reality (no need to tell me that its cause i decided that, I already know that too well) WHAT TO EVEN DO? I CAN'T GO AROUND THINKING AS "My dr self " all day ofc I'm obv gonna have human emotions and thoughts that are in relation to... What I'm moving thru rn?? Physically at least?? I'm so confused honestly the 4D and 3d stuff really cooked my brain before, It was like "Hmmm 3D shows past stuff okay I'll focus on 4D" and then it kept showing the past and the past... and the past 💀??

1. knowing ≠ believing! you dont have to believe to know. when i was manifesting me passing my test, in the moment, i did NOT believe i would pass. everything in me told me i wouldnt. i was rlly expecting to see a failing grade. but i continued to know. i knew whatever i believed didn't matter. bcs this is MY reality and what I decide and know is what manifests. even literally right after the test, my ego still didn't believe it, like it was waiting for the other shoe to drop. so belief doesn't matter

2. you manifest when you decide. everything is instant in consciousness. including the physical conforming since its a mirror. but if you mean when ur ego recognizes and actually sees it in the physical, it happens when you completely 100% know. when there are no doubts at all, you're completely in the new story, and you're not looking for proof. today when i manifested my snack, that's exactly the state i was in. i literally affirmed 3 times, and each time it was with complete knowing.

3. when the physical is right in front of your face, continue to dismiss it. know its not real. its just what the ego sees and you aren't the ego!! so who cares what it sees? i'd literally think to myself "dang she's still seeing the old story🤣? well im literally in my dr rn. she'll see that soon enough tho." continue playing the role of the human. act. live the fake life. but know it's not yours. i also recommend visualizing more often. create that separation between what the ego sees and what you see. it doesn't have to be a long 20 min meditation session, just something quick to remind you of your real reality.

4. you do NOT have to think like ur dr self constantly. im not in the shifting community so idk exactly what they say, but in non-dualism, consciousness is the observer. so it observes in knowing. let ur ego do whatever. think whatever, feel whatever, experience whatever, let it live! but again, just know its not real. it's not you. you're acting a fake story. know the real truth; that you're in your dr.

5. lastly, the "3d" is NOT ur past assumptions. its a mirror. it conforms instantly. just cause ur ego doesn't see it, doesn't mean it's not there. eventually it'll recognize it, but thats not ur problem. you live in imagination, not some mirror. and imagination says you're in dr. so don't look for validation from the mirror.

i hope this answered all ur questions!! 💗