#today on things about this album that make me want to scrEAM

[harringtonesque]

i keep coming back to 'i was a functioning alcoholic til nobody noticed my new aesthetic' because i do distinctly remember conversations about how taylor seemed to be drinking a lot more and getting drunk at like every awards show she went to. and those conversations were coming from a place of concern and of hoping that she was alright and that this wasn't a problem.

so to then say 'ugh i can't believe no one noticed this problem i had' when i know that people definitely did, and on the same album say that fans who are genuinely concerned about a new relationship that you are in are just 'bitching and moaning'? what do you want from them? you're talking about so many people who do at least believe that they are coming from a place of care and concern, and you are totally dismissing them on both ends of a scale!

not to mention that her implying that since nobody (???) was noticing her ~aesthetic~ drinking problem she just stopped having it is a bit of a kick in the teeth to people who do have drinking problems and can't just stop having them, since that's not how it fucking works.

[itsnesss]

𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐬 | charles leclerc × fem!reader

summary | you dropped all the signs, hoping he’d notice your pain but he didn’t. so you walked away. and only then did he realize the signs were always there... and he might’ve just lost you for good

warnings | relationship conflict, emotional conflict and light angst

word count | 1.8 k

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The clock reads 2:13 a.m., and you're still awake. Your fingers play with the soft fabric of the blanket, but it doesn't warm you. Not when he's on the other side of the bed, his back to you, lost in a peaceful sleep.

You can almost hear him breathing, as if nothing is wrong. As if everything is fine.

But it's not.

It hasn't been for weeks.

You notice. The silences. The looks that never meet. The unanswered messages that are hidden behind vague excuses and broken promises. You've tried everything. You've spoken, you've stayed silent, you've waited. You've left clues, signals... signs.

And still, nothing.

Charles still doesn't see them. Or worse: he sees them and ignores them.

You breathe deeply, turning toward his back. You watch him, feeling a mix of love and anger twist inside your chest. You love how he looks when he's asleep, relaxed, as if the world isn't weighing on him. But you hate how he seems so distant, even when he's just inches away.

He mumbles something in French, unconscious. And you think about the last time he kissed you without you asking for it. The last time he noticed that you'd been crying. The last time he stopped to read you like he used to.

That night, you don't wake him. Even though you want to. Even though you'd like to shout at him that you can't keep being a ghost in his life. That you're tired of making yourself small, of pretending it doesn't hurt.

Instead, you close your eyes. But not to sleep. To escape.

Morning comes with the same cold routine as always. Charles wakes up, stretches, takes a shower. And you... you pretend you're not watching him as he crosses the room with a towel around his waist. You pretend to be interested in your phone when, in reality, you're hoping he'll look at you. That he'll notice something.

But all he says is:

"I have a meeting with the team today. Then simulator, and dinner with Carlos. Will you be there?"

You just nod. You don't even respond with words. He doesn't notice. He doesn't ask. He doesn't say anything else.

You just smile faintly. Another sign he won't read.

That night, you go out alone. Not because you want to, but because you need to breathe. You sit at a terrace in Monaco, with a coffee that cools quickly and a heart even colder. You watch couples around you. They laugh, hold hands, look at each other. Look at each other.

And you only think about how Charles used to do it. As if you were the only thing in the world that mattered.

Your phone vibrates.

"Where are you?"

It's him.

You reply with a simple:

"Outside. Getting some air."

There's nothing more.

Not because you don't have anything to say, but because you've said too much. Too much without words.

Charles should know you better.

He should see you.

Feel you.

He should know that you're falling apart.

Hours later, you return. He's sitting on the couch, with a half-finished glass of wine and a look of annoyance on his face. He doesn't say "hello." He just asks:

"Why didn't you say you were going out?"

The laugh you let out has no joy.

"Are you really asking that?"

He frowns, confused.

"What does that mean?"

And that's when you say it.

"It means that if you looked at me... if you really looked at me... you'd know everything I'm going through without me having to scream it. But you can't even read the most obvious signs."

Silence.

He looks at you for the first time tonight. But you're already too tired to keep explaining the obvious.

"And what signs are those?"

He says it as if he truly doesn't understand.

And you just think: there's the problem.

Not a word. Not an apology. Just that empty, confused look, as if he doesn't know why you're so upset. As if you're the dramatic one. The difficult one. The emotional one.

And that stings. More than it should.

"You know what's the worst part?" you whisper. "That I broke myself into little pieces so I wouldn't inconvenience you. I swallowed words, hid tears, faked smiles. I left signs everywhere, Charles. But you... you just looked the other way."

Charles stands still, his jaw tense. He's not used to this. To you confronting him with all this accumulated pain. You've always been soft. You've always been understanding. You've always been... easy to ignore.

"I didn't know you felt this way," he says at last, his voice barely a whisper.

You look at him, a mixture of disbelief and sadness in your eyes.

"Of course you didn't. Because you never ask. You never listen unless it's about you."

He frowns, hurt.

"That's not fair."

"Not fair?" you repeat. "You know what's not fair? That I spend whole nights wondering if something in me stopped being attractive to you. That it hurts when you touch your phone more times a day than you touch me. That I live with the constant doubt of whether you still love me... and you don't even notice my emotional absence, because to you, I'm still there. Always there."

Charles stands up, takes a few steps, then stops, as if the words are too heavy to be thrown out without breaking something.

"I'm doing the best I can. This... the F1, Ferrari... it's a lot. I'm exhausted."

"And I'm not?" you ask, on the verge of breaking down. "Do you think it doesn't tire me to live with the feeling that I'm invisible to the person I love the most?"

There it is. The word you didn't want to say. Love.

But you can't hold it back anymore. You've been too careful for too long. And you're tired. Exhausted from holding together the shattered pieces of a relationship he's still stepping on without noticing.

Charles looks at you. And for a moment, it seems like he's going to say something. Something important. Something that might save everything.

But he doesn't.

He just looks down.

"I didn't know you were this bad," he admits, as if that were enough.

You nod slowly, eyes watery.

"I know. Because you never looked properly."

A heavy silence falls between you both.

You take a step back. Then another. And another. Not towards the door, but towards the reality that this... can't go on like this. And if he doesn't wake up now, he's going to lose you.

"I'm going to stay at Inès' tonight," you say, picking up your keys with trembling hands.

Charles looks up, as if he's just processing it.

"What?"

"I need air. Really. From this place. From you."

"Are you saying that... you're leaving?"

"I'm saying that if you don't start seeing the signs, Charles, one of these days, I won't come back."

And with that, you walk out the door.

You don't slam it. You don't shout. You don't cry.

You just leave.

And for the first time in a long time... he's left alone with the echo of everything he ignored.

The silence hits him as soon as the door closes.

It's not just the silence of the room. It's the silence of your absence. The one that feels different. The one that breaks him from the inside.

Charles stands still for a long time, not moving, not thinking. Not knowing what to do with the words you left embedded in his chest.

"If you don't start seeing the signs, one day I won't come back."

For the first time in weeks, he stops.

He really stops.

Not in the middle of a turn. Not in a straightaway. Not in a meeting.

But in his life.

In you.

He sits on the couch and mentally reviews each of your last days together. Your short answers. Your lost looks. Your attempts to get closer. The times you touched his arm and he didn’t turn around. The times you faked a smile.

And damn it…

The signs were all there.

He saw them. Of course he saw them. But he didn’t want to read them.

He didn’t think they were that serious.

He thought love was automatic. Secure. That you would always be there.

Now he’s starting to understand.

The clock keeps ticking, but he doesn’t move. He doesn’t eat dinner. He doesn’t shower. He doesn’t check his phone. He just stays there, with his hands intertwined, elbows resting on his knees, and his head down.

At 2:13 a.m., the bed is cold.

Like that night when you didn’t sleep.

And for the first time in a long time… he can’t sleep either.

Two days later

He hasn’t texted you.

Not because he doesn’t want to. But because he doesn’t know how to start. How to fix something that’s been broken for so long.

He can’t pretend he didn’t hear your words. He can’t act like it doesn’t hurt. Because it hurts. A lot more than he expected.

Lewis notices it during practice. He’s distracted. Quiet.

The team notices too. They send him to rest early.

But he doesn’t go home.

He comes to you.

He stands in front of Inès' building, hands in his pockets and his mouth dry.

He doesn’t have flowers. Or rehearsed speeches.

He only has the truth.

And guilt.

Inès opens the door.

"She's upstairs," she says before he even asks. "But if you’re here to tell her you didn’t know, don’t even come in."

He nods, embarrassed.

And he goes up.

When you knock on the door, you think it’s your friend.

You don’t expect to find him there, disheveled, with dark circles under his eyes, staring at you as if he’s seeing you for the first time in months.

"Charles?"

"Don’t let me talk too much," he says suddenly. "Because if I think about it, I’ll give up. And I don’t want to give up on you."

You don’t say anything.

But you don’t close the door.

"You were right," he continues. "I wasn’t looking at you. I wasn’t listening. I got lost in everything else, and I didn’t see how you were losing yourself."

He takes a deep breath. It’s hard for him.

"I got so used to having you near… that I didn’t know how to take care of you. And now I’m here, wishing I’m still on time."

Your heart beats loudly. Part of you wants to hug him. Part of you wants to keep protecting yourself.

But there’s something in his voice. In his expression.

This time, he’s looking at you. Really.

"I don’t need you to say everything perfectly," you reply softly. "I just need you to start seeing."

He takes a step. Then another.

He doesn’t touch you. He waits for your permission.

"I want to see you. Hear you. Learn to read every sign. Not out of fear of losing you, but because I care about you. Because you matter to me more than anything."

Your heart breaks. But not out of pain.

Out of relief.

You let him in.

Not just into the apartment.

But into you. Again.

[authorbriannarae13]

Mind of Mine // i just want to watch you take it off - joel miller

Joel Miller x female! reader

read on AO3 here.

summary; "You got 'nother one, sugar?"

Joel knows exactly how to get you wetter than ever. or this is the work you get when the author listens to the song 'TiO' off of the album 'Mind Of Mine' on repeat. for five hours.

warnings; smut (MDNI); unprotected p in v; oral (f receiving); mostly soft!joel; actually all soft!joel, so much praise

word count; 1.3k (it's my first joel fic, ok?)

-

You’re swaying to the music while Joel’s behind you, cooking as always.

He usually ignores you – not because you’re necessarily a distraction – but instead, because giving you the attention you crave doesn’t end well. For either of you. Last time he gave you attention, your wrists were secured to the headboard as he fucked your brains out, giving you too many orgasms to count and forgetting about the food.

Oops.

You live to be a tease, though.

It excites you too much to stop.

Mainly because it lets him plan how he’s going to punish you. Or praise you.

Whichever he’s in the mood for.

Based on his current mood – which is subject to change – he’s most definitely going to praise you.

And after the day you’ve had, it’s definitely what you need. Working for a publishing house can be stressful. And today was one of those days.

Good thing Joel loves to make you feel light – weightless, actually.

Not to mention how safe you feel. And when you feel safe, the softer side comes out.

Like all relationships, you just need to feel safe to show it.

“Darlin’,” his rough, Southern drawl interrupts your music, and you turn it off.

“Yes?” you ask, teasingly. Trying to rile him up.

But you never succeed. He knows you too well for that.

Turning away and holding a hand out, he murmurs a simple, “C’mere.”

So, you take it, letting him drag you and lift you up – right into his arms. Bridal style, of course.

You groan as your thighs clench, trying to hide your soaked cunt.

“Poor baby,” he murmurs, kissing your forehead.

“Fuck off,” you mutter while he carries you to the bedroom. Since he insists, he needs his fill of you before he can think about anything else – or dessert, as he likes to call it.

He kicks the door open and lays you down, playing with the hem of your skirt.

Your hips buck into his touch. He’s teasing you – you realize.

“Joel,” you moan as he hooks his fingers into your waistband, pulling your skirt down, and revealing the soaked black lace covering your cunt.

He pulls the lace aside, running his fingers against your swollen pussy, and he groans deep in his throat. “You’re fuckin’ soaked, pretty girl.”

Your brain goes blank as his index and middle finger both sink inside you, curling towards your g-spot.

“Fuck, sir.”

“N’ne of that sir shit tonight, baby.” He grabs your ankles, placing them on his shoulders as he sinks to his knees and licks a stripe up to your swollen - and aching - clit.

Your head falls back as your eyes roll into the back out your head. “Fuckk.”

You’re so close. If he would just curl his fingers against your g-spot just one more time, you’d be there.

He lets out a gruff chuckle that reverberates though your body as his other hand finds you shirt, pushing it up to find your nipple, pinching it.

That sends you over the edge. “Fuck, Joel,” you moan as the orgasm hits, crashing you into waves with each one more intense than the one before it.

His tongue doesn’t stop lapping at your clit even as you try to buck him off. “I can’t. I can’t- “

He cuts you off before you can repeat it again, “You can and will give me ‘nother one, sweetheart.”

“Fuck,” you groan as he pulls his fingers out, thrusting them back in while your back arches.

In. Out. In. Out. Your fingers curl into the sheets.

His fingers thrust faster as your thighs start to wrap around his head, trying to keep him there.

The second orgasm is faster than the first. You let out a silent scream as the waves rush into you for the second time in less than ten minutes.

“Good – fuck – good fuckin’ girl,” he groans, his tongue still swirling around your clit as the waves subside.

The strength from earlier leaves you almost immediately, making your legs fall. You’re boneless, but you also know he fucks you regardless of just how boneless you feel.

“You got ‘nother one for me, sugar?”

He slowly pulls his fingers out of you and brings them up to your mouth, “Taste yourself.”

You happily oblige, opening your mouth to take his fingers and tasting your cum mixed with his skin in a fucked up symphony.

His groan reverberates off the walls as you suck on his fingers – the same way you always have his cock. That’s when he starts to pull your panties down your legs, giving him better access.

Since that’s what this is all about, of course. And better access usually means better orgasms.

Speak of the devil – that shit must hurt. He looks painfully hard.

He interrupts your staring. “You like what you see?”

You slowly start to nod, but he slowly pulls his hand away, fingers leaving with a pop.

He leans down towards you, as you lean up and play with the hem of his shirt before you decide to pull it off.

Next is his belt as you hurry and rip it off, trying to get to his jeans.

“Woah,” he lets out a low chuckle, “’u’re a feisty one tonight, aren’t ya, beautiful?”

“No,” you whine as he starts to stop your frantic hands. “Just need you,”

“Where ya need me?”

“You know where,” you sass with everything you can muster.

“Need to hear ya say it, baby.”

“Fuck,” you moan as his jeans lightly graze your cunt. “Need you in me – fuck – now.”

“Fuckin’ hell,” he mutters, pulling his jeans and boxers down – as fast as he can. “’U’re g’nna be the death of me, pretty girl.”

“I – fuck –“ His thrust cuts you off as he bottoms out. “I live to please.”

“So I can tell,” is the hiss you get back while he waits for you to adjust.

“Move already,” you whine before you can stop yourself. “Break me for all I – fuck –care.”

He slowly finds the pace you’re accustomed to – hard and fast.

“Look at ‘cha. You’re takin’ me so well.”

Your cunt clenches around him as he continues. “Aw, does my good girl need to be reminded of how good she feels?”

“You-“ you start, “you keep doing that and I’ll finish faster than I ever have.”

“Good girl,” he purrs. “Is that a promise?”

“B-better be,” you stutter as his thumb finds your clit. Again.

“Fuck.” Your head falls back again. Everything is sensitive.

You’re not even expecting the orgasm when it washes over you.

“Good – fuck. You’re such a good girl f’r me, sugar,” he praises, not taking his thumb away.

“Fuck.” It’s somewhere between a moan and groan. “Fuck, everything’s so sensitive.” Now that’s definitely a groan.

He ignores you, continuing his praise. “Fuck. Good girl. God, Good fuckin’ girl.”

You softly whine as he slowly speeds his pace up, trying to find his own orgasm.

After more futile moans, whimpers, and whatever else he can pull out of you.

“Fuck, you’re g’nna make me cum so fuckin’ fast, pretty girl. Goddamn-“ And that’s when you feel his orgasm crash into him – violent and unforgiving.

The orgasm lasts so long that neither one of you can keep up with how much time has passed. It isn’t until he flips you two over, so you’re on top and he’s not crushing you, that you know it’s done.

“Fuck,” you softly laugh, pressing your ear to his chest and listening to his heartbeat as he holds you tightly. You kiss his chest while he hums.

“Poor baby,” he murmurs kissing your forehead, “u’re all fucked out, aren’t ya?”

“Maybe,” you tease while he gives you a look.

“Don’t lie to me, sweetheart.”

Eventually, after Joel made sure you were okay in every aspect, you two make your way back into the kitchen, attempting to get your appetite back after all that.

You’re standing behind him with your head laying on his back when you murmur, “I love you forever and always, baby.”

You can hear the soft smile in his voice when he says, “I love you more than anything else, darlin’.”

[harrysfolklore]

ring hard launch - blurb

the content we got today just SCREAMS fiancé!harry for me so i came up with this, enjoy !

gif by @sunkissedlouis <3

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

If there was something that was definitely at the top of your list of favorite activities, was spending time with Harry.

It didn't matter if it was getting groceries, joining him for a bike ride or simply laying on the couch together, every moment that you spent together brought you contentment and joy that you couldn't find anywhere else.

And now that he was your fiancé, it was safe to say that both of you wanted to be glued to each other every single minute.

Harry proposed the morning of New Year's Eve, in the comfort of your home with both of you in your pajamas as you enjoyed homemade breakfast bagels, and it was absolutely perfect.

Ever since, you had been happier than ever, sharing the news with your family and closest friends and enjoying your engagement in private without prying eyes from paparazzi, fans and media.

"We better win tonight," Your train of thought was interrupted by Harry's voice, you were currently heading to the Luton vs Man United game, and even though you couldn't care less about football, your need to be close to him all the time made you say yes when he asked you to join him, "Thank you for tagging along, baby. I know this is not your scene so it's nice you came."

"I'm just here for the drinks and snacks," you teased, watching him roll his eyes at you, "And to enjoy the evening with my handsome fiancé, of course."

"There we go," he smiled now, grabbing your hand and placing a small kiss to the ring on your finger.

Ever since you got engaged, that had became his favorite habit, and it made your heart flutter every single time.

"It sucks that I have to take it off," you said, making him look at you with a raised eyebrow, "The ring, I mean. I have to take it off before we get out of the car, otherwise headlines will go crazy and Jeff is going to freak out."

"Mm-hmm," he paused to think, eyes darting for the road to you, "What if... you don't have to take it off?"

"What do you mean?" you said, noticing that you were about to enter the back of the stadium.

"I mean..." he grabbed your hand again, tugging the ring affectionately, "What if we let the world know about it? I talked to Jeff and the rest of the team last week, they said we could make it public whenever we felt like it, at our own terms. So why don't we do it today?"

Harry parked the car at the spot that was reserved for him and turned to look at you with a wide smile, waiting for your answer.

"Are you sure?" you smiled back at him, noticing the glow in his eyes that almost made you melt.

"Couldn't be more sure, love. Besides, the album is coming soon and everyone is going to connect the dots as soon as they listen to the first song, might as well give them an early heads up."

"Let's do it," you said, leaning over to kiss him, "I feel like everyone is going to focus on the fact that you're finally outside and with brand new hair, they won't even notice the rock on my finger."

Harry rolled his eyes again and gave you another kiss, "I swear to god, woman. You're something else."

You headed inside of the stadium to the VIP suit you were going to watch the game in, walking hand in hand with your engagement ring glistening on your finger, cameras around filming and taking pictures of both of you.

"Do you think twitter is freaking out yet?" you asked Harry as you settled on your seats.

"No idea, baby, I don't use that app," he shrugged, "Do you want anything to drink?"

"Would you get me something fruity that has alcohol that doesn't quite taste like alcohol? That's the only way I won't be bored to death."

"Sure thing." Harry laughed and kissed the side of your head before standing up to get your drink, coming back a few minutes later with exactly what you asked and a bottle of sparkling water for himself.

"So we're rooting for Man U, right?" you asked as you took a sip from your drink.

"Seven years together, months away from getting married, yet you still don't know I'm a Man U ride or die," he put a hand on his chest, "I don't think this is going to work."

"I was just teasing, drama queen," you pecked his cheek, "I know your true loves are Man U, the Green Bay Packers, peas and Fleetwood Mac."

"And you," he winked, making you roll your eyes with affection and take another sip from your drink.

A few minutes into the game, you found yourself quite invested on it, constantly asking Harry about the stuff you didn't understand and getting nervous when the other team was about to score or your team missed a goal.

"Lord, I don't want to watch," you said as a player from the opposite team was getting ready to hit a penalty, hiding your face against Harry's shoulder, "Harry! You're supposed to be watching the game, you've been staring at me for half of it now."

"Sorry, you're just too cute," he kissed the crown of your head, "You can watch now, he failed it."

"Thank god."

By the end of the game, you were both on your feet, cheering as Man United secured a win. Harry was ecstatic, and you found yourself caught up in the excitement, cheering alongside him.

While you were engulfed in your own bubble during the game, cameras has caught up on the ring of your finger, and Harry and you immediately became a world trending topic, with fans speculating whether you were actually engaged or not.

As you laid in bed scrolling through the millions of tweets about the game Harry finally emerged from the bathroom, ready to get in the covers.

"Are you reading about us?" he asked, sliding into bed beside you.

"Yeah," you replied, showing him some of the tweets, "But I don't think it was quite clear for some of your fans, some of them don't think we're really engaged."

"Well, I guess it'll be clear when the album comes out."

[f1cflcfic]

The Prophecy (SMAU ft. Lando Norris) Part III

pairing: lando norris x singer!reader (y/n)

summary: what happens after the break-up that noone saw coming? as Y/N L/N gears up to release her next album, each song reveals a little bit of the past, present and future of her relationship with Lando Norris. Inspired by a curated playlist built around "The Prophecy".

note: this is RPF and is obviously in no way, shape, or form reflective of real persons.

genre: social media au, angst, exes to lovers, happy ending

part i part ii

♥･*:.｡ ｡.:*･ﾟ♡･*:.｡ ｡.:*･ﾟ♥

Halloween, 2026

1st week of November, 2026

[Transcript of Y/N on the Graham Norton Show]

“Wow, Y/N L/N everybody, with “Jaded” from her new album “the Prophecy” that’s out next week - thank you, that was amazing.”

“Thanks so much, I was so nervous!”

“Nervous?” A giggle ripples through the audience at Graham’s incredulous expression. “Do you really still get nervous?”

“I do, yeah for special performances like this one, or Saturday Night Live in the States – it’s scary to sing on live TV!”

“Now, would you say that’s the scariest thing you’ve ever done?”  Y/N doesn’t answer, just looks on warily. “Because it’s just been Halloween, and I heard that last year’s was particularly scary for you.”

“Yes, but only because I just wasn’t made for Halloween – I hate scary stuff, but have a very insistent slasher loving friend,” Y/N confesses, then moans in embarrassment, hiding behind her hands. “I can’t believe you’re bringing this up Graham, I’m gonna be so uncool after this.”

“It’s okay,” Paul Mescal chimes in from further up the red sofa, “I can’t watch horror or anything like that either.”

With a small, grateful smile, Y/N starts recounting a story. “Right?! But I have this friend who is obsessed, and she’s wanted me to go to a haunted house with her for ages. I fumbled my excuse last year, then got dragged into it. It was awful. I went in holding Sabrina’s hand, but then that traitor let go of me at the very first jumpscare, which was some type of room with this chainsaw guy and then a bunch of creepy people making creepy noises. I tried to grab her hand again and just made a run for it in a blind panic, only to realise halfway down the hall that the creepy noises aren’t stopping and I’m screaming and running even harder. Until there’s a tug on my hand and I turn around, only to realise that I’ve been running through this maze with a death grip on this poor actor’s hand. And he just goes “if I show you the exit, will you take a selfie with me?”, and that’s the one and only time I’ve ever made use of the celebrity card.”

Everyone laughs, which Graham seamlessly uses to pivot to the Red Chair stories. “Let’s see what other entertaining stories we have here today. Tell us, what’s your name and where are you from?”

“Hi, my name’s Vivian and I’m from Glastonbury.”

“Oh, that’s nice! The hallowed festival grounds – is your story related to that at all?”

“It does, actually!”

Graham looks delighted by that, and claps his hands, “oh yes – I can’t wait to hear this. Off you go Vivian”

“So I work as a police officer in Somerset, but I usually take time off for Glastonbury each year, whereas some of my colleagues work security for everyone attending. Y/N was actually performing that year, so I made sure to take time off to watch her set.” It makes Y/N smile, but when she leans in to get a closer look her eyes go wide all of a sudden.

Graham looks over at Y/N questioningly, but motions for Vivian to continue – his hand resting on the lever. 

“I remember showing up to work afterwards, only to find out that my colleagues had been the ones to escort Y/N to and from the festival grounds. I was really bummed about it, jealous they got to meet her. But then earlier this year, around September or so I was on patrol in the area – it was a fairly quiet day on country roads. Until we get closer to this small borough, and there’s someone quite clearly about to drive through a roundabout counterclockwise.”

Y/N sinks into the sofa, trying to disappear. “We signal for the driver to pull over, and when I go up to their vehicle to write them a ticket, I got my moment after all - it turned out to be Y/N.”

“In my defense – I hadn’t driven in the UK for three years, I’m sorry! I paid the ticket!” Y/N says weakly.

The audience laughs, and Y/N cheeks go red from humiliation, but Vivian is quick to corroborate. “She did, and even signed my phone for me.”  

“Alright Vivian, that’s a good story, you can walk, go on then. Reminder everyone tonight in London – be safe on the roads, Y/N is out there!”

2d week of November, 2026

2d week of November - release weekend, 2026

[Daily Mail excerpt] Lando No-Comment-rris refuses to answer questions about ex-girlfriend Y/N L/N as he parties it up in London

As the Formula One driver for McLaren turns yet another year older, the question if he's also gotten any wiser. Norris was photographed entering exclusive club Annabel's, before later making his way to a private afterparty with close friend Martin Garrix.

The driver has been having an eventful F1 season, with a very tight race for the championship that's seemingly going to get decided in the final race, as Norris battles it out to defend his current #1 ranking. The athlete has clearly reaped the benefits of his new and improved lifestyle, which seems to include a strict exercise and mealplanning regimen and very little distractions. However, Norris clearly made an exception for his birthday, as onlookers said he was "taking shots" and "enjoying himself" in the VIP section. Pictured below is Norris, together with friends Martin Garrix and fellow driver Max Verstappen.

Perhaps the night was much needed, as Norris has had to endure a very private break-up becoming very public after the release of Y/N L/N's latest album on his actual birthday. In fact, in a rare twist of fate, both the F1 driver and his ex were spotted in the UK capital over the weekend to mark the occasion. While Norris enjoyed Mayfair, L/N was spotted elsewhere in the city as she performed an acoustic set of "The Prophecy".

The two previously resided in Monaco, but since their break-up have not been seen much in public. Norris is believed to have moved his main residence back to the UK, while L/N is rumoured to have returned to her original residence as well.

Up until now, Norris and L/N have remained tightlipped about their relationship and ensuing breakup. When asked about his feelings on the album's release date, Norris refused to comment. Similarly, he did not want to answer questions as to whether the two had been in touch. In a recent interview on the popular podcast Call Her Daddy, L/N did seem to imply there were no hard feelings between the two. The two do still share mutual friends, as is evident by Martin Garrix congratulating Y/N L/N on her new album in his IG stories earlier this weekend.

We have reached out to their reps for comment.

3d week of November, 2026

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Can we talk about Mommy/Daddy issues and how they manifest? I've been throat-punched by both (Hooray) but I'm curious on your thoughts about who in the CODverse might have them and how they manifest.

Coincidentally, you caught me on the day I'd been throat punched by both, and thus, I am at my best to write this. Genuinely, of all days to receive this ask, it was the day I found myself pondering how my father takes up 1/4 of a page in my family photo album, and then I sat down in the shower for a while.

John can't listen to any recordings of his voice; it makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He sounds like his father. When he barks orders at people, he sounds like his father. Only his voice is followed by the whir of a bullet, not the cracking of a belt. He refuses to shave his face unless necessary because only after he grew a beard did he stop seeing Sr. in the mirror.

Ghost looks more like his mother than his father. On the best of days, it's his saving grace. On the worst of days, he avoids mirrors and winces when he catches his reflection on a screen. He sees women of a similar height and hair colour to his mother and hesitates for just a moment, the word mum stuck in his throat. Grown men can scream in his face, and it means nothing to him. The disappointed tone of a woman older than him makes his hands shake.

Nikolai is at the age where most people just assume his parents are dead. He doesn't know, he'll never know, he'll never want to know. He's detached from the idea of having parents. It's a foreign concept in his mind. He isn't sure if he looks like either of them because he can't remember their faces as well as he used to. It's meaningless to him. He isn't the son they expected him to be, therefore, he won't claim the name of the son they wanted. He tells people his parents are dead, a cancer of some kind. He doesn't care for their sympathies.

Kate's parents are dead; they have been for a while. She doesn't think of them often and when she does, it's typically with love, but she doesn't forget the fact that they missed the best parts of her life. However, their death pushed her to get where she is today, so without the loss, she wouldn't have that life. It leaves her conflicted, and she won't talk about it, but she grieves the moments they missed. She'll drink to their memory, or her sorrow. She decides which depending on how little is in the bottle.

Not a moment goes by where Farah doesn't miss her parents. She doesn't seek replacements in those around her; she never could. But she braids her hair, and she grieves the beauty her mother held. She offers someone kind words of reassurance and feels her father's arms around her, promising her safety so long as he lives. She makes decisions to protect her people and ponders what her parents would say of her fate and that she subjected her brother to. Her passion for her people is sacred because her tone echoes that of her parents.

Rudy has never known how to act around male authority figures. He was orphaned so young that he has no memories of his parents. He grew up in an orphanage with women who did their best with what little resources they had to save their children from the drug-riddled fates they had seen many follow. He trusts women; if a woman gives him advice, then he's likely to follow it. He grew up with women. When grown men tell him things and expect things of him, he stares back at them blankly. They place a hand on his shoulder, and he gently nudges it away. They have nothing to offer him. Men trying to take authority over him, especially in a parental type of context, antagonises him. He grew up without a man in charge, and he's survived until now; he doesn't need anyone to try and start at this point in his life.

[morgana-larkin]

Alright I wrote this pretty quickly and was able to finish it as I hit a creativity wave. Here is ‘just tired’ part 6. The aftermath from Melissa figuring it out. I wanted to thank whoever sent the lovely compliment about loving the series, it made me smile. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

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Just Tired - Part 6

Warnings: manipulative relationship, swearing

Words: 3k

“NO! NO! NO!” Melissa says as she continues hitting the couch with the pillow. She then suddenly stops and drops to the floor as another tear rolls down her cheek. Just then Joe walks through the door.

“Melissa, you won’t be- what’s going on with you?” He asks her and she snaps her head up and furrows her eyebrows before she looks at him.

“Are you really crying? You’re so sensitive.” He tells her and goes up to her and holds out a hand to help her up but she slaps his hand. “OW! I’m trying to help you up.” He tells her and she stands up.

“I don’t need your help! In fact, I don’t need you.” She says and then she heads upstairs quickly and Joe follows her.

“Melissa, what are you talking about? Come on, you sound crazy.” He tells her and grabs her hand.

“Don’t touch me!” She yells at him and yanks her hand away from him. He grabs her arm and pulls her into him. “AHH!”

“Come on and just calm down.” He tells her as he wraps his arms around her waist.

“I said don’t touch me!” She yells out and tries to get herself out of his grasp. She then elbows him in the nose and he immediately lets go and goes to hold his nose as it starts bleeding.

“YOU BITCH!” He says and she walks to the bedroom and immediately gets Edith out from the bed. He gets in the bedroom and she gets ready to swing.

“Come near me and Edith will meet your head.” She says and he backs away and then goes to the bathroom.

Melissa then gets her suitcase out from under the bed and begins packing some clothes in it. After packing over a weeks worth of outfits, she begins putting some essentials in it, like deodorant, phone charger, a cloth to clean Edith and then she puts her daily makeup in there. She sees Joe get out of the bathroom with some toilet paper on his nose.

“I’m going to go make sure it’s not broken.” He tells her and she flips him off.

Melissa then goes into the bathroom and packs up all her toiletries. After she goes downstairs with everything, grabs a bag and packs the meals she cooked and the things she’ll need for her lunches for the rest of the week. Right before she leaves she goes back upstairs and grabs her 2 family photo albums. After she puts everything in her car she gets in the driver’s seat and drives off. She pulls up to your house, gets out and knocks on the door. A young woman answers it and Melissa doesn’t recognise her.

“Y/n still lives her right?” She asks her.

“Y/N!!! Door is for you!” She yells and Melissa hears footsteps coming down the stairs.

“No need to scream at the top of your lungs Hallie.” You say and you look to see Melissa at the door and Hallie goes upstairs. “Melissa? I thought you weren’t speaking to me.” You say and then you look at her eyes. “Have you been crying?” You ask her and she nods.

“You were right, all of it. About Joe and me.” She tells you and you immediately step aside and let her in.

“How about you go sit on the couch and I’ll go make you a hot chocolate.” You tell her and she looks at you. “I don’t have alcohol here.” You add and she goes to sit on the couch. You return a couple minutes later and hand her the mug.

“Thank you.” She says and you nod as you take a seat beside her.

“What happened?” You ask and she takes a sip before she puts it down and looks at you.

“Earlier today, Barb mentioned that I wouldn’t know a manipulative relationship as I don’t know the signs.” She says and swallows all the build up saliva due to her crying earlier. “Well, when I got home, I wanted to prove both of you wrong so I looked up all the signs and read about all of them. Well it turns out I’m in a manipulative relationship.” She says and starts crying. “Sorry, I shouldn’t be crying.” She says and you put a hand on her shoulder.

“You can cry all you want.” You tell her gently and rub her arm as she looks at you with puffy eyes and wet cheeks. She then suddenly wraps you in a hug and continues crying and you wrap your arms around her and let her cry. A minute later you begin to rub her back and you hear her breath hitch and she begins sniffling, she then lays her head on your shoulder. “It’s ok.” You tell her and you move so your back is against the couch and Melissa can still lay her head on your shoulder.

“It’s not ok, I was with him for over 20 years, I married him 10 years after being with him.” She tells you and lifts her head up. “I spent 25 years being manipulated by that asshole.” She says and puts her head in her hands. “I’m so stupid.” She says and you wrap an arm around her shoulder.

“Melissa, you’re the furthest thing from stupid. You were young, and thought you were in love and had no idea about his intentions.” You tell her and she leans into your body.

“This feels nice, being touched.” She says and you offer her a smile.

“Well I’ll always be up to touch you.” You tell her and she lets out a watery chuckle.

“You’re such a dork.” She says and you shrug.

“Well you came to this dork so I don’t know what to tell you.” You say and she hums.

“I need a place to stay.” She says and you tilt your head. “I have a few things in my car, just a few things I was able to get while Joe is making sure I didn’t break his nose when I elbowed him.” She tells you and you let out a giggle.

“Well I hope you did break it with everything he’s done to you.” You say and she smiles at you.

“Can I stay with you? At least just for the night. I can stay at Barb’s tomorrow but I can’t drive 20 minutes to her place, not with everything swirling around in my head.” She says and you rub her back.

“Of course you can stay here. We don’t have a guest bedroom but you can sleep in my bed tonight.” You offer and she looks at you.

“Trying to get me in bed already?” She asks and you chuckle.

“I’ll sleep on the couch, you can have a double bed all to yourself.” You tell her.

“Well if you have a double then we can share. I mean this couch doesn’t feel comfortable enough to sleep on.” She says and you hum.

“You’re right about that, I’ve slept on it a few times and woke up with a sore back.” You tell her. “But I think you need a place to feel safe right now so I’ll spend the night on the couch.” You tell her.

“I think I’d feel better if someone was with me.” She says and you look at her.

“Are you sure?”

“Please.” She says and you nod.

“Ok, whatever you need.” You say and she places her head on your shoulder before she snaps her head up.

“I have food in my car that needs the fridge.” She says and runs to her car. You go follow her and see her pull out a suitcase and a bag.

“Here let me take the suitcase.” You offer and she shakes her head.

“No, let me, please.” She says and you nod. She goes back inside the house with everything and she places the suitcase near the stairs and brings the bag to the kitchen. “Are you hungry? I got like 10 servings of food in here.” She says and you smile.

“Why am I not surprised? And I would love some if you’re offering.” You tell her and she pulls the food out.

“Where are your plates?” She asks and you walk over and hand her two plates and she puts food on them and puts one in the microwave. “Do you mind if I put some stuff in the fridge?” She asks and you nod.

“Barely anything in the fridge so go for it.” You tell her and she opens it and gasps.

“Why is there condiments, a thing of juice and milk but nothing else?” She says, almost sounding offended.

“Because, not everyone is a chef. My roommate and I mostly survive on microwavable meals.” You say as you lean on the counter.

“Well that is a tragedy.” She says as she puts all her things in the fridge. The microwave starts beeping and she switches the plates. “Here, have a real meal for a change.” She tells you and you get a fork out and start eating.

“You know, that top is very distracting.” You say and she chuckles.

“I was, I guess the term is affection starved. I wanted some compliments and I noticed you seemed to have a crush on me so I wore this to get a compliment from you.” She confesses and you hum.

“You don’t need to reveal your body to get a compliment from me.” You say between bites.

“But my body is what I really needed to have a compliment about.” She says and looks down.

“Well you have a beautiful body, one I would definitely love to kiss all over.” You say and she giggles.

“Thank you.” She says and gets the plate out of the microwave. “Do you have a table or do you eat somewhere else?” She asks you.

“What’s a table?” You ask her and she playfully nudges you and you giggle. “We usually eat on the couch or in our rooms.” You tell her and she nods before going to the couch. “So stupid question, but how are you feeling?” You ask after you both sit on the couch and she thinks about it.

“To be honest, I don’t actually know. I’m still trying to process it.” She tells you and you nod.

“You know, this food is really fucking good.” You say and she smiles.

“Thanks hon.” She tells you.

“So what are you going to do now?” You ask her and she takes a deep breath.

“Well, file for divorce first of all and try to win the house. Then I don’t really know. I spent many years doing what he wants but never what I wanted, so maybe I could finally start living.” She says and you look at her.

“If you want a friend with you then I just started living as well.” You offer and she looks at you.

“I’d like that.” She says with a smile and you clink your forks together.

“Wanna watch a movie?” You ask her and she nods.

“Maybe something with a happy ending.” She says and you go to Disney+.

“What about a classic Disney movie?” You ask her and she nods. “Do you have a favourite one? Or a specific one you want to watch?”

“Wait, I get to choose?” She asks and you nod.

“Of course, why wouldn’t you choose?”

“Joe never let me choose.”

“Well Joe can go fuck himself.” You tell her bluntly and she looks down. “Actually that is exactly what he’ll have to do as he can’t have sex with this beautiful redhead.” You tell her and you see a small smile on her face before she glances back up at you.

“You are just full of compliments, aren’t you?” She asks you and you shrug.

“It helps when there’s someone as adorable as you.” You say and she giggles.

“How about…the original Cinderella?” She asks and you immediately look it up and press play.

You both watch it and Melissa is having fun watching you be so into the movie.

“Been awhile since I saw it.” You tell her as you see her looking at you.

“No, that’s fine, I’m enjoying your reactions.” She tells you and you lean back into the couch and you smile at her before looking back at the movie. She laughs when you get so into bibbidi-bobbidi-boo and you try and get her to sing along to it. You then get to the ballroom scene and she lets out a sigh.

“What is it?” You ask her as you heard her sigh.

“I tried a few times to get Joe to dance with me to that love song, but he always refused.” She tells you and you hum before you grab her hand.

“Come on, let’s dance to it.” You tell her and she looks at you in shock. “Come on.” You say again and you get off the couch and help her up.

You both then walk behind the couch and then ‘so this is love’ starts playing. You place your hand on her waist gently and she places hers on your shoulder. Then you start dancing like they do in the movie and you see a tiny smile on her face and that just gets wider and wider the more you dance. You then suddenly get to do a twirl before getting her to be face to face and your hand back on her waist.

“Thank you.” She tells you and you tilt your head.

“For what?”

“For letting me stay here and for caring about me.” She says and you shrug.

“Even if I didn’t have a crush on you then I still would have wanted to help you.” You tell her and she sighs.

“I still can’t believe it, 25 years in a manipulative relationship.” She says and you get her to look at you.

“It’s not your fault, it’s his.” You tell her sternly and she looks into your eyes. “How could you have known he was manipulating you?” You ask her.

“I could have listened to Barb 15 years ago. That way I would be 33 and still be young enough to live a life. But now I’m 48, old and washed up.” She says and stops dancing.

“You’re not old, Melissa. You’re a beautiful mature woman who can still live a life.” You tell her and she scoffs. “It’s true.” You say and it doesn’t look like she believes you. You look at the time and realise the sun is about to go down so you bring her upstairs to your bedroom window and get her to look out the window. “I have a perfect view of the sunset, and it’s beautiful.” You tell her and she looks at the view and she smiles. “The sun represents a new day, a new beginning. You’re just like the sun, you have a new beginning and it’s never too late to start living.” You tell her.

“It’s beautiful.” She says as she looks at the sunset.

“It is.” You say and she doesn’t notice that you’re looking at her. You both stay watching it for a few minutes before she looks at you.

“I should go get my suitcase and call Barb.” She tells you and you nod.

You follow her downstairs but you go and pause the movie while she brings her suitcase up. You then go upstairs to have a shower now so neither of you have to wake up earlier. You get out of the shower, brush your teeth and hair before you get dressed and you go to your room and knock on the door just in case.

“Come in.” You hear and open the door and see Melissa there in pjs and on her phone. She looks up and sees you there with your hair slightly wet and she can’t help her mind from going places.

“You look nice.” She says with a smile.

“I just had a shower so neither of us have to wake up earlier so we can both take one.” You explain to her and she nods. “But I forgot to bring pjs with me so I’m just getting some and then going to change.”

“Actually, I need to go brush my teeth and hair so you can change in here.” She says and she grabs her toiletries before leaving the room. You get changed quickly and then you go to your side of the bed and take a deep breath. “You sleep on the right side?” You hear and look to see Melissa there and you nod. “That’s perfect because I always sleep on the left.” She says with a smile. She puts her things away before she makes her way over to the bed. You see her turn on her alarms for the morning before putting her phone down.

“Are you really going to work tomorrow?” You ask her and she nods.

“I need the money and it’ll help me take my mind off of things.” She tells you and then she lays down and you follow suit. Melissa lays there and fidgets with her fingers before she notices that you’re trying not to touch her just in case. “Y/n?” She asks and you look at her.

“Ya?”

“If you don’t mind, would you…um… would you put an arm around me?” She asks hesitantly.

“I will if you really want me to but can I ask why?” You ask her.

“Physical touch helps me.” She says softly and you immediately shuffle closer to her. You turn your body to her and carefully put an arm around her waist. She then turns her body to face you and she nuzzles her head on your chest. “Thank you.” She says and you move all the hair out of her face before rubbing her arm.

“Anytime.” You tell her before putting your arm back around her waist and she falls asleep. “Sweet dreams.” You tell her and gently place a kiss on the top of her head before falling asleep yourself.

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𝑹𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉!𝑫𝒐𝒎 𝑩𝑭!𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 + 𝑺𝒖𝒃!𝑷𝒐𝒄 𝑮𝑭

𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡!𝐃𝐨𝐦 𝐁𝐅!𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐱 𝐒𝐮𝐛!𝐏𝐨𝐜 𝐆𝐅

There’s no doubt this man is ROUGHHH when having sex.

He’s overprotective of you especially when you guys are out and you’re wearing something short and tight.

he hates when you tease, which normally results in him fucking ur brains out.

His favourite thing to do to you when you’ve either, pissed him off, teased him or didn’t do what he asked is edge you.

He gets off watching you beg to cum as he pounding into you with no mercy.

“N-no Chris! Please l-let me cum!”. You’d cry out, already shaking from the previous times he’s edged you.

“Shouldn’t have been acting like a little slut today and you would’ve cum 4 times already”. He groans deep in ur ear continuing to ruin you.

Definitely fucks you in the bathroom at the party and leaves you with cum dripping down your leg.

Leaves you shaking every time, he won’t stop until he feels you either learned ur lesson or he made you feel good.

Loves the sound ur ass makes when he’s fucking you from behind, he’s always touching it, Grabbing it, slapping it all of the above that man loves your ass

Will leave you marked up in hickeys all over ur thighs, tits, inner thighs, as a reminder of whose girl you are incase you forget.

Definitely chokes you while your in missionary / fucking you from behind.

Pulls ur hair but neverrrr where he hurts you

Made sure to establish a safe word

Degrading is his favourite thing, he loves it.

“Fuck- such a little slut, keep making those noises for me yeah?”.

“God ur pathetic, about to cum already?”.

Don’t even get started on dumification.

“Such a dumb whore, fucked out on my cock”.

“Aww look at you, all fucked out from how good I’m making you feel”.

“Wow, I thought you couldn’t get any louder, god you whore”. He’d say this while also trying not to moan because as much he’d never admit it, he loved how you wrapped around him perfectly.

he’d always be quick to remind you who you belong to Like THATS HIS GIRL ( he’s also hella jealous so he’d take you laughing at one of matts jokes, than he’d walk in and thinks your flirting. )

“Your mine right? Or should I call Matt? Seemed to be all over him”.

“can. He. Fuck. Better. Than. Me?”. He’d say all this while thrusting harder in between each word.

“Yeah keep moaning my name baby, let all the neighbours know whose girl you are”.

BIG BREEDING KINK LOVES CUMMING INSIDE YOU

“fuck ma- gonna stuff you with my cum- you’d like that wouldn’t you?”.

“gonna fill your pretty pussy up- shit-“.

The sight of your juices mixed with his could get him off any day

Has a hidden photo album of pictures of you post sex and videos of you screaming his name. Don’t even get me started on the my eyes only.

Loves cockwarming, typically after aftercare he always wants to be close to you.

Despite how rough he is during sex, that man ALWAYS takes care of you after.

Right after you both finish after hell, how many rounds? He’s quick to check on you and sometimes worried he went too far.

“hey baby, you okay? Was it too much?”.

“shh i got you, gonna take care of you now ok?”.

“You did so good for me pretty girl”.

He immediately run you a warm bath with your favourite bath bombs.

He’d clean you up first because he can wait, he’d rather have you feel better than him.

You’re super sensitive after sex so he always takes his time, staring on ur inner thighs first.

“Let me know when it’s too much ok?”.

Despite you secretly loving the rough sex, and you both established that, he would always reassure you.

“Your so pretty yk that?”. He would whisper while helping you in the bath.

“my girl, how’d i get so lucky”.

“Oh and ur definitely not a whore or s-“.

“Chris, baby, I’m okay don’t worry about it”. You’d giggle tiredly playing with the soap.

“I know but ur covered in hickeys like everywhere”. He’d scratch his head.

“Chris please ur back has seen better days”.

He’d go change the sheets to fresh clean ones fresh in the dryer.

Typically you’d want to sleep after so he played those calm noises you like and a glass of water.

right after you dried off with the help of him as you could still barley process what happened, you’d sleep in a shirt of his and a pair of panties.

You’d fall asleep once immediately in the warmth of his arms.

“There you go, sleep well baby”.

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[narcjsistx]

𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄! | itoshi rin x fem reader

part ten: arcade || BAND AU, A BIT AGED UP

plot: after your band's last concert, a few days after Rin's, an online competition arises about who is the best bassist. A whole new challenge is created by the new fandom who loves you, but people don't know that you and the bassist of Blue Lock haven't spoken in about 3 years since you broke up, when you were sixteen

01 : PRESENT, TODAY

characters presentation here ; all the parts here

You still weren't completely convinced about this bet, not knowing Rin was about to arrive. How had he gone from ignoring you, almost completely, at the recording stage to asking you to gamble the concert date with a simple afternoon at the arcade?. You didn't know if Blue Lock knew anything, but ReAl knew absolutely nothing... what would happen if you lost?

You also didn't understand why he chose the arcade in particular. Well, actually you knew, but it had been years now, and he had admitted that he had changed completely compared to the Rin you knew. You had spent many afternoons locked in here, both with Sae and alone, when the bands hadn't yet been born. You were the poorest among the brothers, but while Sae never let you win, Rin did it on purpose; and you knew how much he hated losing. It was a special place for both, before the big breakup

"Hey" someone says, and you turn around recognizing the voice "Hey" you say greeting him, a little awkward and unsure of what to say, a feeling he's probably feeling now too "Shall we come in?" you ask, and he nods

The silence is replicated by the noise of the games in operation and by the words of the people, who in reality are not very many. It's a neighborhood arcade, it's never been so full, but you liked it that way at the time. Notice how some games you remembered have been removed, while others have been installed. But your favorite is still there, old and with dust, but there

“Do you want to start with something specific or…?” he says, and you think about it "How about we do the usual things we did as teens?" you ask, and he nods, making his way to an old pacman you two always used "Whoever wins here gets a point. Let's make it 3, okay?" he asks, and you nod, standing to the side of the game "Start"

The game begins, Rin concentrates like he did as a kid. It's almost funny to watch him struggle, like it's complicated. It reminds you a little of the face he always made when you were on the beach after Blue Lock rehearsals, but that's another story

“May I ask why you asked me this?” you ask, as he plays. He raises his gaze for a few seconds, then lowers it again to play "Another challenge between bass players would have been the last straw. This or another poll voted by people we don't even know, you decide" he says, and you roll your eyes in amusement "You have a point. In fact... you literally won. Lucky ass"

Rin relieves you, standing to the side while you start the game. Silence reigns supreme, but it's like there's so much you should talk about. Does Rin have a girlfriend?

"Isn't your girlfriend jealous?" you ask, and he doesn't even think about it "She's not" he says, but he seems a little perplexed by his own answer "You? Do you have a boyfriend that you're hiding from the public?" he asks, a little curious. He tries to hide it, but you've spent too much time with Rin Itoshi not to understand his intentions or ideas "No. Nothing is planned for now. I WON!"

“I understand" he says, sighing, but you don't know if it's a sigh of relief or not. You try to ignore it as you move on to the other game: Rin goes first, and again you finish in silence

"How's the band going?" you ask, and he hesitates a bit "We're fine. We work, the album just came out" he says "I know. I heard it" you say

You heard it, yes you heard it. And if it's true that he writes the songs, they all scream your name. Or maybe you're just making mental movies

"Good. With Sae?" he asks, and you know perfectly well that the brothers haven't spoken to each other for several years now "He's still my best friend. He's always there for me" you say, without even wanting to be offensive, but Rin seems to understand otherwise "At least one of the two Itoshi knows how to be close to you"

You are speechless, and Rin loses the game. If this was a dig, now you'll start too. Is he the one who put you in this situation, and he also pretends to look like the victim? or maybe you misunderstood what he meant?

Play your game in complete silence. You win, and Rin does nothing but observe you as you play and as you move towards the last game: you are tied, whoever wins this one wins the date. You start playing, and you win this game too. It's Rin's turn... and he wins too. And now?

"What do we do now?" you ask perplexed, alternating your gaze between the game and the boy, a short distance away from you. You see Rin thinking about something, but something tells you that he's not thinking about a solution, but something else; he's distracted, unusual for someone like him. Or perhaps this is also a part of his new being, who knows

You see him approaching, but you think it's to go and see the score of the game, to see who has scored more points between the two

But you find yourself randomly with his hand on your hip and his lips pressed to yours, in a kiss

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[dre6ming]

On set of Dune II

This part of “The delicate beginning rush” universe- whole series HERE

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Pairing: Austin Butler x fem reader

Warning: smut 18+, blow job, cursing, MINORS PLEASE BE AWARE

Word count: 2k

Plot: you want to surprise Austin on the set of dune 2 and he gets shy about his fight scenes, but that is all forgotten when you work your magic on him.

A/n: this was a request by someone and it was so exciting to write, if you have more, send them to me and I’ll get to them as soon as I can.

With my busy schedule I barely got my assistant to fit this surprise flight to Budapest, so I could visit Austin on set of Dune 2. We haven't seen each other in person in 5 weeks, filming taking all of our time, on opposite sides of the world. It's not easy and it definitely is not pleasant, but we aren't the first nor the last to go through long distance. I have a few days off, time which I should have spend in the studio with Taylor, who's working on her new album, but I could not stay any longer without seeing Aus.

"Y/n so nice to meet you in person, I'm Denis. I have to say, I look forward to some day working with you, you're amazing!" The director says, putting his hand forward for me to shake. I smile kindly at him and take his hand. "Oh that's so beautiful of you to say, I look forward to that day as well, your work is so detailed and ambitious." I giggle, blushing a bit at his compliments. "Now I know this is a surprise for Austin, I did not say anything" he zips his lips closed chuckling "but you do have to sign some papers, just formalities you know." I nod and sign away, promising not to tell anything that I see today to anyone. "He's working, full make up, so brace yourself, it's really, it's a bit scary, come on."

Denis puts his hand on my shoulder and leads the way, as we walk I can start hearing grunting and thudding and all sorts of scenes. I am a bit worried about seeing Austin in full make up and acting like this psychotic character, considering that after the first time seeing him over video in full makeup I had a horrible nightmare. Granted he did call me at 3 am in the morning and I did answer kinda unconsciously, but still. There's big lights centered on two figures in the middle of a blue room, the rest is pretty dimly lit, so my eyes take a moment to adjust. I could recognize Austin's grunts anywhere, having had them in my ear for so long, so my knees feel a bit weak, my skin already hungry to feel him.

As I get used to the light, I see Austin move so athletically, jumping back avoiding hits, then throwing some good punches himself. He's been working very hard in the gym gaining a few pounds of muscle, looking toned like never before. God he looks so weird with this make up, I miss his blonde curly hair, thank god for the other movie he's filming, and this is all a fake bald cap. The other guy he's fighting with, uses a small knife, which I'm pretty sure it's fake but still scary. He swings it, in front of Austin's face and next thing I know he falls to the ground, catching himself mid fall, turning his head to the camera, showing his face full of blood. I stifle a scream, covering my mouth, feeling my heart pounding in my chest, I look at everyone, no one seems to notice. Austin flashes a smile, black teeth showing, with trembling hands I push my hair behind my ears and try and act as if I had known this was all an act.

"Cut! Austin man, amazing! Let's get makeup in here and clean it up, I want to shoot it one more time. Let's take five!" Denis says, and suddenly Austin's whole demeanor changes, it's so strange, he looks so scary, but his stance is so Austin. I clear my voice and wipe my sweaty palms on my pants, walking forward. Austin, being the sweet guy he is, is shaking hands with his partner. "Hi there stranger, need a tissue? I think you got a bloody nose." As soon as he hears my voice, he turns around, scooping my up in a tight hug, getting fake blood all over me. "Y/n!" Austin says, holding me tight to his chest, his lips kissing my neck, leaving wet splashes of fake blood. "Did you miss me baby?" I ask, patting his back, as my feet touch the ground. He doesn't answer, instead, his hands hold my face and he pulls me in for a kiss. It wet and bitter, even a bit sticky, but it tastes like him still. Austin breathes into the kiss, his tongue, entering my mouth exploring. I lace my hands around his neck and moan into him, forgetting for a minute where we are.

Austin pulls back resting his forehead on mine, breathing softly. "What are you doing here?" He asks a smile evident in his tone. I giggle when he rubs his nose against mine, pulling back to look at me. "Oh fuck, I got fake blood all over you, honey I'm so sorry!" He tries to wipe it with the back of his hand, but I take it away, holding his hand in mine. "It's fine, I'm just glad it's fake, I thought it was real." Austin can see that I'm as honest as they come and his eyes look sympathetic "I'm so sorry darling, I didn't mean to worry you!" He says, kissing my forehead head, then grunting annoyed. "I really should stop kissing you now." He says, rubbing his thumb over my forehead, on what I'm assuming is another fake blood stain. "You look so buff and scary, so so hot!" I say biting my lip.

"Really?" Even though all this white makeup I can see the slight blush he has on, turning all shy and avoiding eye contact. "So so hot!" I stand on my tiptoes and whisper in his ear, feeling him shiver as my breath fans over his skin. "I can't wait for you to make those pretty noises for me!" I laugh, but my breath gets stuck in my throat as his arms circle around me and he pulls me in, flush to his front. "Baby these leather pants are very very tight and leave no room." He says rubbing his pelvis in mine so I can feel his hard on. My blood starts boiling and I can almost see myself with him on top of me.

"Ask for ten minutes, bathroom break or something." I plead under my breath. Austin looks hesitant, but he still does it anyway. Denis gives his ok and we bolt to his trailer, knowing we don't have much time. I laugh all the way there and he tries to make small talk, telling me all about how filming as been going so far, event this he's already told all this stuff. I listen, but in the back of my head I'm far gone.

We close the door to his trailer and his lips are on mine instantly. His hands hold mine down, so that I won't be able to try and thread my fingers through his nonexistent hair. "Get on the bed!" I say breathless and step back, letting him move past me and onto the bed. "Y/n, my darling, I've missed you so so much." Austin says, sitting on his bed, leaning back a bit, legs spread wide, sporting a noticeable bulge. "I've missed you too." I admit and move in front of him, placing my hand in his hard on, squeezing him through his pants. "Fuck!" He says, throwing his head back. I work his pants open and slide them down enough to free his hard dick, looking red and needy. I lick my lips and get down on my knees. This would be my first time ever doing anything like this, but I've been thinking about it a lot and I've been wanting to try.

"Y/n y/n, no no baby you don't have to, honey come on!" Austin tries to lift me off the ground but I keep my position. "I want to, but I've never done it before, so if I do something wrong, just tell me. Please!" I bat my lashes at him and his hips thrust in the air. "Just, ok, but take it easy ok?" I nod and hold him in my hand. I spit on him and move my hand up and down, using my thumb to touch his head gathering more sleek from there. I can already feel my panties getting wet, so I squeeze my thighs together. I lean forward and take him in my mouth. So far he's been quiet, but now that my warm mouth is on him, he lets out a long breathy moan, fisting the sheets beside him. "Fuck, you are an angel! I love you so much!" He tastes salty, but good in a way. I swirl my tongue around and suck, bopping my head up and down. One of his big hands leaves the sheets and finds purchase in my hair. I moan around him and feel him shiver as a few more cures slip past his lips.

God I've missed him. "Fuck baby, you look so beautiful with your mouth around my cock, do you like it? Like how I fit in your mouth?" I love when Austin talks dirty to me, so I moan, picking up the pace, causing him to fall back on the bed, crying out In pleasure. I finally understand why he loves to do this for me, I think I could watch him like this for ages and not get bored. I feel him twitch in my mouth, so I move my free hand from his thigh, to his balls, squeezing softly. "Shit, fucking hell!" He grunts, pushing his hips a bit in my mouth. "Y/n, baby, I'm not going to last long, if you don't want it in your mouth, I'll tell you when ok?" I nod, but I know want it in my mouth, I've tasted him before, after giving him hand jobs, so now I'm more than eager to get a taste of him.

I sneak my hand under his balls and push slightly on the spot there, which causes Austin to jump off the bed a bit, pushing himself further down my throat making me gag, tears prickle my eyes. I breathe through my nose and relax for him, working on him, pushing on that secret spot. "Fuck, Y/n, baby that feels so good, ahh I'm cu-" he doesn't get to finish what he has to say, as his body goes rigid and he spills himself into my mouth. I stay calm and swallow him whole, enjoying they way it feels. When he's done, I let him out of my mouth, give him a few more strokes, ending with a kiss to his head, smiling at the way he curses.

He lifts me up into his arms and I lay my head in his chest. "Wow, are you sure you've never done this before? Because this must have been the best I've ever had!" Austin says out of breath. I giggle and kiss under his chin. "I like to read, I learn what I read." I explain, sighing when he moves his head to kiss my lips. His hand travels down my body and gives my ass a good squeeze, making me yelp, so he can sneak his tongue into my mouth.

A knock on the door as us parting, him quickly putting his pants on and me, wiping my face with a tissue. "Back on set!" A voice shouts from the other side of the door. "In a minute!" Austin screams back, trying to make himself as presentable as possible. "Can I come watch you some more?" I ask, turning the water on to was the dried fake blood from my face. I look back at Austin and he looks so timid now, scratching the back of his head. "I mean of course baby..."

"Aus..? What's up?" I ask using a towel to dry my face, while I look at him, his eyes wondering the room, avoiding mine. "Well I guess I'm just a tad shy, you know, I have to act pretty barbaric out there and I feel so silly, I'm just I don't know.." he says dropping his head. I get close to him and take his hands in mine, rubbing slow circles on his knuckles. "You don't look silly, you look fierce, and bold and scary, you have nothing to be shy about." I say kissing the tip of his nose. "Now come on big boy, you've got work to do, and the faster you finish here, the sooner you get to make love to me!" I wink at him and he chockes on his laughter, blushing a deep red.

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[once-upon-an-imagine]

Sunshine!reader xGrumpy!eddie munson? (doesnt have to be word for word but just the vibes)

"Please for me?"

"Dont say that-"

"what?"

"everytime you say please for me, you think im gonna do what you ask. well not this time"

"....Please? for me?"

"UUAGHH. fine"

oh my God! Yes! this is so adorable and it screams Eddie 😂 Warnings: none (also, everyone works at Family Video here) Disclaimer: I don’t own Stranger Things 😊 gifs aren’t mine 😁

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Coffee Run

"You go ask him!" Robin insisted.

"Why does it have to be me?"

"You're kidding, right? Because Munson would literally do anything you ask him to" Steve chuckled.

"That's not true!" you argued.

"Yes, it is" both Steve and Robin said at the same time. "He once picked up your copy of ABBA's new album" Steve reminded you. "And he also rented the Princess Bride when you asked him to."

"But he hates doing the coffee run" you reminded them.

"Yes, that's why you should ask him" Robin smirked, raising her eyebrows.

"Okay, I'll try and ask him but I think it's pointless" you rolled your eyes before you walked over to where Eddie was stacking some of the new movies that came in. "Hi, love" you smiled sweetly at him.

"Hey, sunshine" he smiled a little, looking back at you.

"Do you need any help?" you asked, grabbing some of the movies from him.

"What do you want?" he sighed.

"What?" you asked, pretending to be confused.

"Sweetheart, I know you didn't come here to help me stack the new movies" he smirked. "So, what do you want?"

"Well... we were just thinking... because it's really slow today... if you wouldn't... mind... making a coffee run to the shop across the street?" you asked smiling innocently at him and Eddie let out an exasperated sigh.

"Why does it have to be me? You know I hate going to that coffee shop" he said, glaring a little at you.

"I know, but we have all had our breaks except for you" you explained.

"But nobody's here, you can just go and we'll cover for you" he tried to argue.

"Please, Eds? For me?" you begged.

"No, don't say that!" Eddie complained.

"Why not?" you asked, confused.

"Every time you say 'Please? For me?', you think I'm gonna do whatever you ask. Well, not this time!, princess" he complained, glaring at you a little. But then he saw your bottom lip sticking out as you pouted and you looked up at him with puppy eyes.

"Please, love?" you tried again. "I'll make it up to you" you smirked.

"UUAGHH. Fine!" he gave in, still frowning. But a small smile formed on his lips when you threw yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and peppering him with kisses, making him drop the movies in his hands.

"Thank you so much, Eddie" you said, before you planted a kiss on his lips.

"You're lucky I love you, princess" he smiled before giving you another peck.

"I know, love" you smiled. "I love you too" you said giving him one final kiss before he started making his way out of Family Video.

"Taking my break!" he yelled at Robin and Steve who both quickly pretended they had not just witnessed your entire interaction with him. You picked up the movies Eddie dropped and walked back to them.

"So, you still think you don't have Munson wrapped around your little finger?" Steve said, smirking.

"Shut up, Harrington!" you said before going to the back to get the rest of the movies Eddie needed to stack. It was only about fifteen minutes later before Eddie was back.

"Here Harrington" Eddie said, sighing, handing Steve his coffee.

"Thanks, man" Steve nodded.

"Buckley" he said, giving Robin hers.

"Thanks, Eddie" she said, before she nudged Steve.

"What?"

"What do you mean, what? Pay him" she rolled her eyes.

"Why do I always have to be the one paying?"

"I don't know, Steve. Why am I the funny one? We all have our thing" she said, laughing and Steve rolled his eyes before he paid Eddie for his coffee and Robin's as you came out of the back room.

"Eddie!" you smiled brightly at him, approaching your boyfriend and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. "Hi again, love" you smiled.

"Hey, princess" he said as a smile appeared.

"Dude, I don't think I've ever seen Eddie smiling" Robin frowned.

"I know. I always assumed he had fangs" Steve chuckled.

"Shut up you two, or I'll throw your coffee away" he glared at the two of them before he turned back to you. "I got yours here, sunshine" he said, grabbing a third cup and handing it to you.

"Thank you so much, love" you said, kissing his cheek. "How much do I owe you?"

"Nothing, princess" he said, kissing your forehead. "It's my treat" he smiled at you.

"Thank you, Eddie" you said, kissing his cheek.

"Let me know if they made it right, or I can go back and ask for a new one" he told you as you took a sip.

"It's perfect, love" you insisted.

"Mine kinda needs more sugar, did they give you any?"

"No, sucks to be you, Harrington" he smirked at Steve.

The End

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A/N: I hope you loves liked it!

[hmhas-00]

Ch. 2

Hit me Hard & Soft

word count - 1.6k

A/N - dont forget to like and rb ♡

Starting next week, my new posting schedule will be Tuesdays & Thursdays! Stay tuned!

Billie's POV

Sitting in my studio, I tweaked with the autotune feature to perfect the extended version of L’amour De Ma Vie. I didn’t realize it was already 5AM until my phone buzzed. I looked down at my lap as the screen lit up, showcasing a text from Remy.

Remy: Wish me luck! Fingers crossed I’m not fired after last week. 5:02am

Billie: 🤞🏻 5:02am

Billie: I’ll pick you up later and we’ll head to the Rolling Stone interview together? 5:03am

My eyes glossed over the screen waiting for her to reply, as I straightened my back on the chair. I locked it and put it on the table, returning my focus to my production set up. With the amount of bullshit she’s dealing with, I have a feeling Remy might bail today and I can’t blame her. In the back of my mind, I wished she wouldn’t. Finneas was so busy with his own album, so I told him to do his own thing tonight. Truth is, I didn’t want to show up to any of these things alone. Was that selfish? Lately, everything I feel is amplified, including that lonely, empty feeling I get around normal people bedtime. That’s when I did my best writing in the past year. It’s nerve-racking having all of my thoughts and emotions broadcasted to the world, and now that the tour is coming up, all I can think about is how I’ll do it alone.

The phone buzzed, bringing me out of my own mind. Upon opening, I sighed and replied while getting up to finally go to bed.

Remy: I’ll just meet you there. I have a lot of work to do today I don’t wanna make you late. 5:15am

Billie: Okay, see you there. 5:15am

𓇼𓇼𓇼𓇼𓇼𓇼

The alarm rattled my brain, startling me to death. I flopped down my arm, patting around next to me and managed to find the source. My phone had 2 missed calls and a text from Remy. She let me know she’d be a bit late but would make it no matter what. Pulling a hair tie out of my tangled mess, I dragged my tired body out of bed to get ready for the interview.

𓇼𓇼𓇼𓇼𓇼𓇼

“Billie, you’re going to be sitting over here, and Gabe is going to be interviewing you today, sitting over there.”

The coordinator waved me over in the right direction. I sat quietly and waited for the crew to finish up lighting and camera. Eventually, my interviewer walked over and made himself comfortable.

I laughed in disbelief and looked over at the coordinator, “Gabe?”

“Yup.” He leaned forward, holding his hand out to shake mine. He looked so pleased with himself. I ignored his reach, raising my brow. “Okay… nice to see you again, Billie.” He sat back and stifled a laugh.

I chewed on the inside of my cheek, and glared at him. Thinking about having to act civil around this piece of garbage for the cameras is making me sick. God, I cannot stand him and his stupid face.

“Are we ready?” He cleared his throat.

I adjusted in my seat, looking around one more time past the studio lights and saw no Remy. “Yeah.” I could tell these bright lights would bring on a wave of tics, if not the unfortunate situation before me. Cameras closed in and the interview began.

I was basically on autopilot, trying not to destroy this man with my eyes. The last time I was face to face with Remy’s ex was 2 years ago. I was screaming at him to get the fuck out of her apartment. She made him pick up his things after he broke up with her for some other girl. Gabe swore he was just chasing a job offer in NYC, but Remy had seen messages between him and someone else planning to meet up. I stood at Remy’s side as he denied everything. He started a crazy argument and threw a glass across the room. I was on the other side of the room faster than he could react. Remy had never seen me that angry before.

“So! Your fans want to know. Who did you write Lunch about?” Gabe asked, knowing it would piss me off.

“That’s what you want to ask me? Of all things?” I laughed.

“Curious if I know her, is all.” He shifted in his seat and shrugged, nonchalantly. I wanna rip off his dumb smirk so bad.

I looked over at the cameras to have my very own The Office moment, but my eyes were drawn to none other than Remy. She awkwardly stood with her arms folded. I gave her a satisfied smile and when she waved at me, I quickly realized this is the last situation she probably wanted to walk into.

“No, It’s just a metaphor. I want people to think about who they want to eat for lunch. It’s just a fun song.” I crossed my legs and resumed eye contact with him, reminding myself to not look unfriendly for the cameras.

“You’re obviously very private about your love life.” He flipped through his notecards. I tilted my head, focusing on how stupid his stage voice sounds. “You came out last year-”

“This isn’t exactly news.” I squinted my eyes, smiling sarcastically. “Do you have any questions about my new album, Gabe?” I chuckled a bit.

He laughed, brushing me off. He asked a few questions about the album and I dragged out the answers as much as I could, so he wouldn’t have time to ask anymore stupid questions.

I managed to muscle through the rest of the interview and as soon as it was over I walked over to Remy, leaving him behind.

We walked into the room I left my phone in. “What the fuck.” Remy mouthed and pulled me into a hug.

“I know, let’s fucking go.” I grabbed her arm and started walking towards the exit.

“Remy! Hey!” Gabe shouted, making his way over to us. “How have you been?”

I could feel Remy mentally wilting away. “Good, good…Crazy seeing you here.” She spoke softly, smiling timidly.

“Well, I’ve been great!” He held his arms out, arrogant as can be, as if anyone asked.

“Did New York not work out?” I butted in.

“It did, but Los Angeles is home, you know?” He responded matter-of-factly, not even bothering to look at me. “You know I just chase better gigs. Better opportunities.”

“Yeah… Good for you, I’m happy for you, Gabe.” She smiled, keeping her voice sweet and mellow.

“You still working at uhh…” This idiot couldn’t even remember where she worked. I always hated him. He didn’t care enough about her. She deserved way better.

“Yeah, I’m-“ Remy was cut off.

“Maybe we should grab lunch one day. Catch up, you know?” He stepped closer to her.

I watched her face as she struggled to come up with an excuse. “Uh, I don’t know. Maybe-“

“She’s actually good, she just doesn’t want to hurt your little feelings.” I crinkled my nose as I forced a smile at him, turning us towards the door.

“Billie, it’s fine-“ Remy grabbed my arm with her free hand and held it there.

Gabe laughed, knowing how deep under my skin he could get. “You look good, Rem. We’ll talk later without distractions.” He looked her up and down, licking his bottom lip.

I glared at him, imagining me shoving him away from her just like I did a couple years ago.

He looked down at me and paused for a second, his lips forming an overly confident smirk. He stood close enough for me to smell that gross overpowering cologne. I could feel myself tensing up and clenching my jaw.

“What, you don’t get enough attention?” I lifted my chin, looking in his dark eyes.

He breathed out a laugh, poking his tongue into his cheek. “Why, you want to share some with me?”

I took a step forward, causing Remy to put her arm between us. “Come on, Billie.” She put some pressure on his chest, causing him to lean back a bit. “Let’s go.”

He looked down at Remy’s hand pressing on his chest, then back at me sneering.

“Billie, please.” I let Remy pull me away, knowing if I stayed any longer I’d break something on his face.

He laughed to himself. “It was nice seeing you both. Good to see nothing has changed.”

“Yeah, absolutely nothing.” Remy emphasized, pushing me in front of her so we’d walk away.

We walked out past the fans screaming and reaching their hands through the holes on the fence, and straight into her car. As much as it killed me not to say goodbye to them, I didn’t have it in me to fake it.

“I hated that.” Remy began, starting her car and letting out a deep breath.

“I’m sorry, Remy, I could not stand his stupid fucking face. He was doing that shit to be disrespectful and I’m not gonna let him-“

“You can’t do shit like that! What if someone saw and wrote or posted about it?”

I put my seatbelt on, knowing I could’ve taken the high road.

“Dude you’re not actually thinking about seeing him right?”

“What? No! Why would I?” She pulled out of the parking lot, careful not to hit any fans.

“You seemed happy to see him.” I looked out the window as the people waving blurred from the increase in speed.

“No. I wasn’t. I just wasn’t going to attack him in front of his coworkers, Billie.”

“His team wasn’t in the room.” I mumbled.

She didn’t respond.

“I’m sorry, I just fucking hate him. He’s such a piece of shit.”

“Shit, did you date him too?” She laughed under her breath, looking over at me momentarily.

I laughed, shaking my head and realizing how fast things escalated. My body finally relaxed, sinking into the seat and running my hands through my hair.

[meguemii]

JJK Moodboards

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Relationship vers.

Characters- Megumi, Yuji, Toge, Nobara, Nanami, and Gojo

it’s implied the reader is feminine, nobara’s is wlw 🩵 i also just wanna say these moodboards are only for your relationship with the character, it isn’t an actual character moodboard, i’ll make one of those in the future though^_^

also super mild spoilers if you aren’t caught up with jjk

!!not proof read!!

master list

★﹐Megumi Fushiguro．﹗﹑

•Megumi and you definitely have a quiet relationship, study dates, naps, nighttime walks, like it’s just so tranquil.

•You two just like basking in each others company😊

•Quiet study dates are yours and Megumi’s thing, sitting beside a window reading over notes as well as taking new ones. if you ask megumi a question i’m 90% sure he’ll alwaysss have the answer

•oh you’re craving something? he’s got it for you within minutes. he always wants to make sure you’re happy. you wanna go for a walk? he’s already got your hoodie ready and your shoes at the door.

•he’s just a super considerate boyfriend, he doesn’t need to show his love through extravagant dates, or hangouts. he shows his love through his consideration, and small acts of love. we stan this qt

You laid in his lap scrolling through your phone, you could feel his eyes burning through your skull and you could see him staring at your face through your peripheral vision. without a word you reached up to caress his face and he just smiled at you gently. everything was perfect.

★﹐Yuji Itadori．﹗﹑

•yuji is such a fun boyfriend!! you cannot tell me you two aren’t constantly getting up to something fun— yet stupid. but fun!!

•you guys are thee shopping cart relationship aesthetic. AND DO NOT TELL ME YOU TWO ARENT THE BURGER KING PHOTO. that photo literally screams you and yuji, hello???

•funny photos aaaaall the time, you make nobara take candid photos all the time so you can cherish them later

“yujiii!” you shrieked as a pillow collided with your face. giggles echoed in the room as well as the sound of pillows making contact with something. “you didn’t wanna go get food with me today! you deserve this!” he said through giggles all while pummelling you with a pillow. The door of your door room creaked open and there stood Nobara as she watched the scene unfold, quick to pull out her phone and take a photo and sending it to you and as quick as she came she left. After everything settled down you checked your phone. ‘Nobara🪷🤍 sent you a snap’ opening yours and Nobara’s chat you smiled, saved the photo and added it to your album

★﹐Toge Inumaki．﹗﹑

•yours and Inumaki’s relationship is simple, yet fun. it’s similar to Megumi’s in that sense but it’s also similar to Yuji’s as you two are also a fun couple, just in a different way.

•You two aren’t obnoxious together, mostly because Inumaki can’t exactly speak very often so you two do smaller things.

•i know you guys loooove visiting cafes, and going to the farmers market on sunday mornings, shopping trips all the time— but you never tell anyone you’re going. simple study dates are a common occurrence as well!!

The birds chirping outside the window that was blearing in with sunlight could be heard as you stirred awake, bedsheets tangled around you. grabbing your phone from your night stand it read ‘sunday 6:53am’. sighing you got up and got ready, brushing your hair, brushing your teeth, washing your face putting on a sundress and sun hat, and finishing your morning routine. you make your way to Toge’s door about to knock as it opens and he’s there facing you. “you wanna go get coffee?” you smile at him as he nods tiredly. The morning summer breeze on your face is so incredibly relaxing, sipping on your iced coffee, hand in hand with Toge’s, you talking enough for the both of you as he just listens intently.

•You two are so cute!!

★﹐Nobara Kugisaki．﹗﹑

•whether you guys are out wreaking havoc, or staying in for the day, you two are THEE cutest couple idc. i said it!! everyone’s favourite wlw couple🗣️

•you two are always going out to eat, or drunk in some park at 2am. You two also enjoy going on nature walks and just sitting in each others presence because I KNOW it’s exhausting being everyone’s TRUE favourite chaotic couple

•there is definitely a lot of fights in this relationship though, i can definitely see a power struggle, you two just need to learn to be patient with one another. how does it feel to be angsty?🤨

It was about 12am at this point and you two hadn’t moved from this windowsill as you just chatted, talking about anything and everything and you never seemed to run out of things too talk about. suddenly it did get quiet though, Nobara staring into your eyes in astonishment. “you’re so pretty” she whispered out. “you’re so corny!” you laughed and her face changed to an annoyed expression. “nevermind you’re ugly and annoying.”

•i don’t think you two can ever be serious when it comes to compliments, you guys are the best nonetheless

★﹐Kento Nanami．﹗﹑

•bro is so fancy? you guys are always dressed up and doing SOMETHING. like why are you two always so hot and good looking and awesome and fancy? whether it’s dinner dates, coffee dates, or going to the art museum. you two always look so goddam good doing it!!

•how much is your allowance?🤭 no but fr Nanami is such a gentleman, your heels are hurting your feet? dw he’ll carry them, you can’t get the zipper of your dress done up? he’s already zipping it up for you. holding his hands on your waist a fewwww seconds longer than needed

•high school Nanami definitely always bought you coffee when you studied, and he was definitely the type of loser to sit beside you and put his earbud in your ear and just listen to music— bro is so corny sometimes but like. so hot.

•I don’t have any ideas for a written portion, i’m so sorry!! [sobs]

★﹐Satoru Gojo．﹗﹑

•clingy!! he’s so clingy. do you reeeeaaallly like that? i don’t but i’d put up with it since it’s literally super hot, sexy and strong satoru gojo!!

•simple dates, simple relationship, gojo wants to keep it as far away from the jujutsu world as possible, although that’s hard when you two are both sorcerers. he just wants what normal people have sometimes.

•did you guys notice the bike photo?? get it?? because of that one scene of gojo and suguru on the bike?? although i don’t think gojo will be killing you anytime soon. or ever.. i don’t think he could kill his best friend AGAIN.

•Gojo definitely loves to annoy you, not out of malice he just thinks it funny. I think you’re the more grounded one in the relationship and you just let him be himself, so it balances out.

•he would do anything for you, even bend over so you can stand on his back to get something off of a shelf. what a kind, and generous man.

•goofing around, striking weird poses constantly, dancing in the rain, picnics, beach days. all your favourite things to do together!

•do i have to write a scenario for gojo?😞😞 okay fine i will. just not rn🤭 i’m very unmotivated rn lol! I just wanna keep making mood boards tbh.

Okay so that’s that, until i go back and. write Gojo and Nanami’s small scenarios. if anyone is reading this what would you guys wanna see from them? it doesn’t have to correlate with one of the photos, just the general idea of yours and their relationship if that makes sense? ANYWAYS. from now on i’m going to link my spotify in all my blogs because i’m positive someone will enjoy my playlists 😠

spotify right here!!

[yvesssssssss]

Hii thanks for doing my blind date request it was amazing!

Another idea I had was how would sakamoto characters celebrate their S/O birthday? I feel like gaku would have a crazy experience planned for them while someone like shishiba or uzuki would have a quiet dinner with candles and roses maybe but your choice! If it's not too much bother could rion please be included as one of the characters🙏 thank you love everything you post!

How the sakamoto days men celebrate their s/o's bday

Hii sweetie!! Thank you for the kind words^^ i hope you like it!!

Gaku

Gaku doesn’t really get how birthdays work, but he tries—really tries. You wake up to loud banging and him shouting, “DON’T COME OUT YET!” followed by the smell of something burning. He’s attempted to bake you a cake… using a blowtorch. The kitchen’s a war zone, but the lopsided cake says “YAY YOU EXIST” in shaky icing, and he beams at you like a proud kid.

Then, without warning: “Wanna fight?”

He means it affectionately. His idea of a good time is sparring (with padded gloves this time), taking you to a rundown arcade, and treating you to street food. It’s chaotic, rough around the edges, but full of genuine effort—his version of showing he cares. He even gives you a little trinket from one of his old missions, saying, “It reminded me of you. Tough, but cool.”

Uzuki kei

Uzuki doesn’t celebrate birthdays in the traditional sense—he sees them as points of vulnerability. But for you, he makes a quiet exception. He doesn’t throw a party or take you out. Instead, he books a private room at a quiet teahouse, where you sit by the window and watch the rain with fragrant tea and delicate sweets.

His gift? A personalized item that suggests he’s been watching you closely—too closely. A rare first edition of a book you mentioned once in passing, or a pendant engraved with your name in his handwriting. He doesn’t say "Happy Birthday." He says,

“I wanted today to feel… peaceful. You deserve at least that.”

There's something beautiful but unsettling about how carefully he constructs the night—like he’s preserving it, just in case he loses you.

Rion akao

Rion is the kind of person who wakes you up by jumping on the bed, singing her own off-key version of "Happy Birthday." She plans too much—a full itinerary of spontaneous plans that somehow end up working. You’re dragged to a retro diner, a batting cage, and a surprise group dinner with everyone you love.

She's a whirlwind—loud, funny, loving—but somewhere near the end of the night, when it's just the two of you, she gets serious.

“You know, you’re my favorite person. Ever. I mean that.”

Her gift is personal and emotional: a photo album, a hoodie she swiped from you and embroidered with something dumb and sweet, or a letter sealed in a Hello Kitty envelope (that she threatens you not to cry over).

Even after all the noise, she ends the day by holding your hand quietly and whispering,

“Thanks for being born. 'Cause I don’t know what I’d do if you weren’t.”

Shishiba

Shishiba acts like your birthday is just another day. He’s gruff, says, “Don’t expect anything,” and even pretends to forget in the morning. But when night falls, you return home to find the lights dimmed… and the living room softly lit by candles. There’s a quiet jazz playlist in the background, your favorite takeout (because he knows he’d mess up cooking), and a modest bouquet of deep red roses resting on the table.

When you look at him—stoic as ever, arms crossed—he avoids eye contact.

“It’s not a big deal. I just figured… you like this sappy stuff, right?”

He’s a man of few words, but his actions scream care. The knife he gives you as a gift is custom-made, etched with something small but meaningful—maybe your initials or an inside joke. He doesn’t say, “I love you,” but when he sits close, brushing your hand with his, you feel it in the silence between you.

Later, as you’re resting your head on his shoulder, he murmurs:

“You bein’ here... makes the whole job thing suck less. Just thought you should know. Happy birthday.”

[strawbeerossi]

A Secret Girlfriend. (Spencer’s Version)

Idk this was a cute thing I thought of while listening to Enchanted while getting ready for bed.

My writing is so rusty but I hope y’all enjoy it. Maybe this’ll inspire me to write more, we shall see.

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“Spencer. You need to listen to the whole discography to appreciate her in all her glory.” Y/N said, looking to her boyfriend as he was raising an eyebrow and looking over all the Taylor Swift songs in a playlist that his loving girlfriend put together. “Do I? I don’t want to make it seem like I don’t respect her talent because I do, it just doesn’t seem like my thing. Scratch that, it isn’t my thing.” The male crinkled his nose, a smile on his face. It wasn’t like he wouldn’t listen, mainly because he was always happy to do whatever made Y/N happy.

“Try before you deny, Reid.” Y/N huffed while letting her arms cross over her chest, a smile still gracing her features, knowing it wouldn’t take much convincing at all. “I really think you’ll like her music. It’s comforting in a way, plus she is truly one of the most sweetest people ever. She’s got a beautiful voice too.”

The thing was, Y/N was right. Spencer did like her music because of the comfort associated with it. However, the comfort wasn’t because of the melodies, the beautifully crafted bridges, or even the impeccable vocals. It was because this music reminded him of his girlfriend. The way that she’d be screaming ‘Enchanted’ while taking a shower or how she’d make him dance with her to ‘Lover’ in their shared kitchen.

That comfort was something Spencer took with him everywhere, even to the point where he’d have one earbud in while listening to one of the random albums he’d decided on. Which of course, Y/N made sure to make him have all of the ‘Taylor’s Version’ of the albums that were out already, the woman playfully threatening to beat him with her shoe if she seen anything different.

It was currently a Friday at the office, a quiet day where they were mostly getting caught up with desk work and written evaluations. Spencer had his earbud in, the album of choice today being ‘Speak Now’, mainly in anticipation for the long awaited ‘Taylor’s Version’ that Y/N was over the moon about, it being her favorite album out of all the others. He wasn’t even paying attention, being so used to being at home and having some awful duets with Taylor, unable to stop his mouth from singing along to ‘Mine’. The song had caught a few glances, however Penelope was the one who actually coined on what he was singing.

The rest of the day, there was a little bit of light gossip between the rest of the team, mostly because none of that were really expecting Spencer to be singing any of the songs that blondie had. Which there was already a theory; Spencer had a girlfriend who they hadn’t met yet. Penelope was fully convinced of it. Someone was introducing this music to Spencer because he wouldn’t just willingly listen to something he wouldn’t normally indulge in.

Little did they know, that theory would be proved right a couple weeks later.

The highly anticipated Eras tour was something that everyone had to fight in the trenches for, Y/N being one of the people who spent her whole day in a waiting room, getting the best tickets she could get her hands on. There was a reason why she needed Spencer to listen to this music in the first place, the two going together after Y/N surprised him with the tickets, her excitement being too high for Spencer to even think of denying going.

He’d ended up telling Emily that he was going to see his mom, giving him that night without interruption or fear of having to make his girlfriend leave early because he had a case. Now, these rumours reached the unit chief, the woman not saying anything about her suspicions as she allowed Spencer the time off. Although she had a good idea that he’d be spending that time with his little secret girlfriend that he thought he could hide.

What Spencer didn’t anticipate though, was who had the seats right beside himself and Y/N. They’d made it fairly early, mainly because Y/N had floor seats so the two had to get there without the crowding when it came to getting to their seats. Which they’d made it to their spots without a hitch, something she needed to brag about because Spencer had said some sort of statistic of how there was a chance they wouldn’t have had to fight through crowds to sit down anyway.

“Was I right or was I right?” Y/N asked, a cocky smile on her face while she was sitting down with her boyfriend, her hand reaching over to hold his as she was bouncing with excitement. “I’m so glad you came with me tonight. I mean it. I was so worried I’d have to come alone or sell the other ticket. You’re the best.” She sighed in content while leaning over to kiss her boyfriend’s cheek.

Spencer was opening his mouth to speak before he was frozen in place after hearing two very familiar voices. “Oh come on, Garcia. I agreed to come with you tonight and you’re gonna bully me the whole night?” Luke asked, a laugh leaving his lips as he was trailing after Penelope, the blonde scoffing. “Of course I am. You know that I have been looking forward to this for weeks and with JJ being busy and Spencer being god knows where, you were my very last choice.” She spoke while trying to humble the male, although Luke was rolling his eyes with a smile gracing his features soon after.

Don’t look over. Don’t look over. Don’t—

“I love your dress!” Y/N gushed, leaning over to look over at Penelope, unknowingly calling attention to Spencer even though he was mentally begging for Penelope to not pay much attention to him. It wasn’t that he wanted to hide his girlfriend, far from it.. He just knew how the team was when it came to significant others and their coworker’s relationships. They were too nosy, as good as they meant by it.

“Thank you! Oh my god, your bottoms!” Penelope grinned while looking over at Y/N, although through her peripherals, she seen a very familiar face. Instead of calling attention to him just yet, she was instead keeping light conversation with the woman who was on the other side of her coworker.

It was later in the concert though, Y/N being fully captivated by the show in front of her as she was happily screaming along with lyrics and dancing, one hand in Spencer’s while she was keeping her gaze on the stage. That was when Penelope decided to say something, her elbow nudging Spencer’s side to get his attention before she was smiling from ear to ear up at him. “I knew it. You didn’t just randomly start listening to her!” She yelled over the music, making Spencer blush while laughing. “You picked a good one!” Penelope called soon after, to which Spencer was looking over at his girlfriend who was having the time of her life.

Yeah, yeah he did.

[chrisevansonly]

Block Out the Noise

pairing: harry styles x female reader

summary: sometimes you just need to listen to your song and love on your boyfriend to make the negative thoughts go away

warnings: mention of past abuse, talks of depression and suicidal thoughts, potentially triggering(?!) very soft and caring harry&lt;3

a/n: i wanted to write something about matilda because it’s a song that I hold so close to my heart. from growing up in an abusive home and needing to take care of my brother from age 6 and up, when i heard matilda i knew it would be a song i’d cherish forever. this is a fic i hold close to my heart because i was that scared and small little girl who didn’t understand why i got anger taken out on me and why i had bruises when other kids didn’t. you’re not alone, you’ve got me in your corner and your stronger than you know, i hope my inner child knows that too<3

No one asks to be born into a world of chaos and fear, especially not when you’re a child. Wondering why your parents fought, the screaming matches, the subtle bruises you somehow ended up with because you ‘stood in the way.’ As a child you never knew what went wrong or what you did to be treated this way but you still tried your hardest regardless of the war zone you once called home.

you were riding your bike to the sound of its no big deal, and you’re trying to lift off the ground on those old two wheels..

You taught yourself to read, to cook, to take care of yourself and your siblings. Going as far as to teach yourself to ride a bike and even drive, you raised yourself in a world where you wished you hadn’t needed to do that. When you got to high school the insults from your father got worse, the insecurity creeped in and you struggled with self worth and self harm.

nothing about the way that you were treated ever seemed especially alarming til now..

Then came college where you worked three jobs to pay your tuition and fought tooth and nail to get the best grades and work your absolute hardest to get your degree which you did all on your own. Mental illness and recovery was never linear and you battled some of your darkest days throughout college and even towards graduation when you met Harry.

so you tie up your hair and you smile like it’s no big deal

Harry was your world, he was the calm through the storm, the light that helped guide you through the tough times, he truly was your best friend. You’d been together now going on 5 years with no plans of ever separating from one another. He always told you that you provided just as much safety and comfort to him as he could to you.

you can let it go, you can throw a party full of everyone you know and not invite your family, cause they never showed you love, you don't have to be sorry for leaving and growing up

-

Now you were 26 and worked at your dream job, your life was filled with so much love and so much joy sometimes you found yourself needing to take a step back and just breathe, reminding yourself your life was real. Of course you had your rough days, and after the meeting and scolding you’d gotten today, all you wanted was to get home and see Harry.

matilda, you talk of the pain like it's all alright, but I know that you feel like a piece of you's dead inside

When Harry had started working on the album, he’d told you he was writing one very special song he couldn’t wait to share with you. So on the day that he sat you down and let you listen to Matilda, by the second line you were looking over at him with tears in your eyes, bottom lip wobbling ever so slightly and he was quick to pull you into his chest.

You showed me a power that is strong enough to bring sun to the darkest days

When you arrived home you dropped your work things by the front closet, kicking your heels off and dropping your shoulders in exhaustion. Harry wasn’t home yet so you allowed yourself a few minutes to get some water, your headphones and settle on the couch with a fluffy blanket.

it’s none of my business but it’s just been on my mind

On natural instinct almost, you allowed the soft melody of matilda to play through your headphones, eyes closing as you sunk into the cushions. It wasn’t as if you were trying to cower from the overwhelming feelings you had in this moment, but more or less trying to let them flow and escape from your mind

you can let it go, you can throw a party full of everyone you know and not invite your family, cause they never showed you love, you don't have to be sorry for leaving and growing up

You hadn’t even noticed the tears steadily falling down your cheeks, your breathing picking up slightly as you pulled the blanket up further, attempting to wrap yourself in more warmth. It wasn’t until you felt gentle fingertips dancing across your face that you opened your eyes, Harry looking at you in concern. Pausing the song you pulled your headphones off and sent him a soft smile

“Hey m’love…”

“Hi”

Lifting the blanket up you let him cuddle in next to you, the instant comfort you felt just from being wrapped up in his arms was enough to blow the stress and pain from the day away

“You okay y/n?”

Nodding you leaned further into him

“Just had a really bad day…got yelled at and it just made me think of old stuff and I don’t know…f-felt a bit sad”

Harry placed a soft kiss against your temple

“I’m sorry today was so tough, I know it was probably hard to remember what it was like growing up too..can’t blame you for feeling upset”

His hands ran up and down your arm softly, the constant touch helping to keep you grounded and in the present moment.

“You know what I think?”

Looking up at him you furrowed your brows

“What?”

Placing a kiss on your lips he smiled

“I think you are the most beautiful soul, inside and out. Despite everything you’re still here, fighting and working hard day in and day out. You don’t ever have to feel sorry or feel bad about doing everything you’ve done on your own, and allowing yourself to love and experience love despite it all”

“H…”

He was quick to swipe a tear from your cheek before continuing

“I love you so much, you’re my now and my future. Seeing you grow and flourish into the woman you are today has been a privilege to witness and support you through. I admire you so much m’baby, you’ve never let anyone dim your light and m’so lucky to get to love you”

Anything you would have said to him in this moment was caught in your throat, so wrapping your arms around him and holding him tight was enough for him in the moment. Harry was the moon and the stars to you, he was your whole universe and he’d been helping you heal since you’d been together. You’d done the hardest work on this journey, he had just been there to support and love you through it so he says.

“I love you so much H, thank you for letting me start a new family”

“I’ll always be your family, you’re safe with me my darling, always”

Matilda was a song that would forever have its hold on you, and it was even more special knowing Harry had wrote it thinking of you, including you in his album and one of his projects he really loved. The love he’d shown you and continues to show you had only helped you come out of your shell and finally feel as if you’d found your place and purpose in this world.

Harry was your home, just as you were his.

a/n if you or someone you know is struggling with abuse please reach out to someone you know, whether it be a friend, family member or adult you trust. I’d only wished i’d done so earlier, i’m here to help and support you guys in anyway I can. You are loved, you are cherished and you are worth it.