#xx if you are lost we are lost together - I will stand by you x udyati rao

[bykshre]

We Found Love

charles leclerc x female reader (smau) 1/2

summary: you and charles were meant to be together even if the media, society and his girlfriend criticized you.

trope: childhood friends to lovers, ferrari driver x head strategist , mean gf (no hate to any of charles' gf's, ex or current.)

a/n: i know i know im the worst updater and writer ever (I'm sorry okay 😭 I'm busy and I lose motivation lol)but im back slowly but surely, and this is so new! My first F1 fic aahh :D This is very small, I just needed to get this out (monza took my heart away!) hope y'all like it hehe xx.

Months before MONZA

ursernames

life lately - enjoying the break before it's Monza ❤️‍🔥🌷🌺🌠🪽🥨🍽️🪡⌨️👠💎

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lewishamilton looks like someone had fun!

⤷ ursernames obviously mate 🧉!!

charles_leclerc wannabe artistic ass 😘😻🤡

⤷ ursernames shut up donkey 🐴🫏😊

kikagomez 💫💗

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@Ynniequeenn

I'm surprised Charles isn't spending the vacay with her. Sounds fishy but they still act close 😕. I don't know man.

⤷ @chrshls: people like you suck! get a life.

charles_leclerc

everything is good 🩵

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joristrouche amazing!

ursernames leooo awwww

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pierregasly simba and leo meetup soon? 😂

⤷ charles_leclerc soon!

alexandrasaintmleux amores <3

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ursernames

thank you for the wishes everyone, just took another lap around the earth 🌍 🌷🌺🩵

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formula_1 happy birthday to the best-ever strategist!

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scuderiaferrari buon compleanno stargirl!

⤷ ursernames grazie mille!

charles_leclerc joyeux anniversaire ma meilleure fille

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mlnmarta joyeux anniversaire ma soeur

⤷ usernames 💞💞

oscarpiastri have a great day old lady 🥳

⤷ ursername when i catch you oscar when i bloody catch you! 😵😵

f1wags&insiders

BREAKING 🚨 Charles Leclerc and Alexandra Saint Mluex were fighting at a party! Apparently, it was the same birthday party held for Y/N's 27th birthday. What are your thoughts 💭?

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alexfp i just can't stand this anymore! It's clear that something's up with charles 😐

leclecice bro, alex is straight up toxic just admit it she is NOT a paddock queen neither the IT wag ughh 🥱🥱

lestappenfpp time for charles WDC lesgoo

ynstan will charles and yn ever date? they have that CHEMISTRY yk

malenalexx it's definitely something to do with charles

⤷ unknownchaaa smartest alex fan..

ynstrategyss literally how crazy can Alex even get until they fuck up yns birthday party?! seriously i lost my respect for her.

alexandrasaintmluex

🌺🌺 floral vibes 🌺🌺

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alexfp omg our queen 👑!!

foralexa hi alexx i hope you're doing well ❤️‍🩹 you look gorgeous btw 🤩

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kikagomez 💫😵⭐

rebeccadonaldson literally so pretty 🌺🌺

⤷ alexandrasaintmluex says the prettiest!

charlesfanpage charles not in the likes? sus.

leclecicecreammm someone's tryna churn content asap b4 the breakup LOLL

⤷ alexandrasaintmluex you're hilarious. 🥱

ynstrategyss hope y'all okay...

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2 weeks before Monza, at the Ferrari HQ

"Hey, can we talk, please?" Charles asked Yn as the meeting begun to wrap up.

"What do you want, Charles? Does making me look like a fool on my birthday not enough?!" You said very honestly.

"No,no, mon cher, listen to me."

"I'm sorry for whatever Alex caused during your birthday party. I wanted the party to be nice and surrounded by your close friend's and family. I'm regretful I chose to bring Alex as a tag along. She wanted to go and I can't say no anyways."

"What's your point, Charles? I'm tired of this drama. I am." You said,

"Yn, we've been friends since so young, we spent almost every day with eachother, basically inseparable. Maman practically consideres you her the daughter she never had and you're really close to my family and brothers. Even with my exes you had a close bond with them."

"Mhm, that's right I loved your exes." You said slightly smiling,

"Ever since I dated Alex, she.... she liked fame and attention. Even if she didn't show it much. And when she saw us being close and basically just friends, she got mad and jealous. I didn't realise much until you told me when she confronted you."

"She reads a lot of the news, tweets and those tiktok edits of us that is all over social media. She is influenced by them. And I honestly don't get how they consider our bond romantic but not platonic."

"Alex has been fighting a lot with me past few months. We are not close, anymore. Not liked we used to be. She's constantly screaming and I can't stand her anymore."

"Mon ange, whatever happens with you and her, please... just tell me. I saw the texts she sent you and it wasn't pleasant. Why have you been keeping this a secret. Please ange, don't do it anymore."

"I don't know how longer I can sustain this relationship if it continues to be as toxic as this." Charles said earning a pout from you.

" Charlie, I wanted to see you happy with Alex. I'm sorry about what's been happening at home. I'm sorry too.." you said,

" Are we good?"

"Yeah we are, Charlie" you said, earning a tight hug from you best friend.

It's undeniable that you've always liked Charles. He was handsome, he was everything a women could've dreamt of. And obviously you're one of them. You'd never had the chance to confess and you think you'd never will. It's better to blossom a good, sustainable friendship rather than risking it all for a relationship. Your a simple person, you're critical and realistic.

When Alex confronted you about your relationship with Charles, it hit you till the pit of your heart. You begun thinking if you were too clingy or romantic with Charles. You begun distancing yourself from him thinking you were at fault. You did not want to be a homewrecker,ever.

Although Charles confrontation settled a little of your thoughts, you cannot deny the growing feelings for Charles in that heart of yours.

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charles_leclerc

P4. Deluso ma abbiamo dato tutto. Grazie a tutti voi per esserci sempre. E domani, andiamoooooo 😍

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ursername let's get it ✨✨

speedingcharles we counting on u buddy

anthoinetrouchet let's get it ittttttttt aaa

alexandrasaintmluex 💕

ursername

story, 1hr ago

feels great to back in monza! hoping to make tifosi's proud this weekend 🇮🇹 Let's see what we can do with a P4 and P5.

RACE DAY IN MONZA.

⭐⭐⭐

@F1LiveUpdates:

"Lights out at Monza! Charles Leclerc is in the fight for P1, but all eyes are on Ferrari’s strategy today. Y/N calling the shots 👀 #Monza #CharlesLeclerc #Ferrari"

@LeclercFans:

"Y/N on the pit wall, looking like a boss. Monza is hers to win 🔥 #YN #FerrariFam"

Your heart raced as you watched the battle unfold in front of your eyes. Charles was in second, fighting tooth and nail to close the gap on the leader. Your freshly manicured nails hovered over the radio button, ready to call the next move.

The crowd roared in the background, but your focus was razor-sharp. Charles trusted your instincts, and you wasn’t about to let him down.

Y/N (over radio):

"Box, box. Let’s go for the undercut."

Charles

"Copy. Trusting you on this."

The team jumped into action as Charles pitted. Y/N watched with bated breath, hoping the strategy would pay off.

As Charles emerged from the pits, your hands clenched into a fist. The timing was perfect. They had nailed it. It will take time to pass through lando but it'll be worth it. And you knew it.

Y/N (over radio):

"P1. 35 laps ahead. Now hold it. You’ve got this."

The crowd was deafening as the final lap approached. You stood with her arms crossed, staring at the screens, barely blinking. Charles had a three-second lead, but the pressure was immense. Your heart pounded in time with the roar of the engines.

Y/N (over radio):

"Last lap, Charles. Bring it home."

You held her breath as the checkered flag waved and the roar from the grandstands signaled what you'd hoped for.

Charles (over radio):

"We did it! P1! We won, Y/N!"

Bryan (over radio)

"AND P1!"

@F1Live:

"Leclerc takes P1 at Monza! What a race! Ferrari fans are going wild! #CharlesLeclerc #Monza"

@FerrariFans:

"Y/N’s strategy today was perfection. Absolute genius. 🔥 #TeamYN #Ferrari"

@LeclercNation:

"Y/N hugging Charles after that win? Yeah, there’s something there. No one can convince me otherwise. #CharlesAndYN"

charles_leclerc

Siete i numeri 1, Forza Ferrari ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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ursername congrats charliee <3

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⤷ charles_leclerc couldn't done it without you, yn 😘

formula_1 tifosi's pride and joy

lewishamilton enjoy the win mate! great job

oscarpiastri congrats charles!

pascale_leclerc my boy

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⤷charles_leclerc i didnt leave you at the gransdstands this time 😂

ursername

story, 2h ago

FEVER DREAM!! GRAZIE GRAZIE TUTTI MILLE!

@LeclercNation:

"Alexandra needs to chill. Y/N is just doing her job. She’s a strategist, not a homewrecker! #TeamYN"

formula_1

leo meets his papa who just won the italian grand prix! lovely family at sight 🐕🐶🐾

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alexfp ahh the cutiess, though she wasn't here but mah queen is always here to shine

alexandrasaintmluex 😍

lecleccreamss since when did F1 turn into a wag thing. Seriously F1? This content is unnecessary!

alexandramyqueen omg our couple is back yayyy

mimosahater @F1Dramaa post. look at this post.

@F1Drama:

"Rumors are flying that Y/N and Alexandra had a heated argument in the Ferrari garage. How much longer can this triangle last? #CharlesLeclerc #YN"

@FerrariInsider:

"It’s getting messy. Y/N is too professional to get involved, but Alexandra seems to be on edge. #F1Gossip #FerrariDrama"

@LeclercNation:

"Y/N is just trying to do her job, but Alex is clearly feeling threatened. Charles needs to step up. #TeamYN"

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You were packing up in the garage, getting reading to back to the hotel, when Alexandra appeared at the doorway. She looked calm, but there was a fire in her eyes.

"We need to talk." Alex said

You set down your notes, bracing yourself. You replied, "About what?"

"About Charles. About you."

"I’m just doing my job, Alexandra. If you think I’m trying to come between you two, you’re wrong."

Alexandra crossed her arms, stepping closer. "I don’t know if I believe that. I’ve seen the way you two look at each other. I’m not stupid!"

Your jaw clenched. "You’re right. You’re not stupid. But you’re also insecure. And that’s not my problem. I’m here because I’m good at what I do, and Charles knows that."

"Insecure?" Alexandra’s voice was laced with venom. "Do you have any idea what it’s like watching him put you before me over and over again?"

"He doesn’t put me before you, Alexandra. He’s just focused on his career. If you can’t handle that, maybe the problem isn’t me. Maybe it’s your relationship."

Alexandra stared at you, her expression hardening. "You think you’re so untouchable, don’t you? That because you’re the team strategist, you’re safe. But I see the way you want him."

You took a deep breath, stepping forward. "If you’re so sure about that, then maybe you should talk to Charles instead of blaming me."

"Look here, Charles just won the Italian grandprix. It's a big celebration for team. Let's be happy for the win, instead of bringing this up, now."

"Have a great day, Alexandra" you said and left the paddock without any hesitation.

ursername

thank you bryan, charles, carlos, fred and the team for making this strategy happen! to our biggest supporters, the tifosi ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

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lewishamilton absolutely fantastic strategy yn, you made it happen 👑👑

⤷ ursername i absolutely cannot wait for you to get on this team any longer!! tysm lewis, really appreciate it 💕💕💫

charles_leclerc tu as réalisé mon plus grand rêve, merci ma belle stratège, ma meilleure amie bien-aimée 🥇🥇🥳🥳❤️❤️❤️

⤷ ursername you were behind the wheel, you make us all dream mon rêveur, mon soleil 🩷🩷

mlnmarta such a shame i wasn't able to witness this but again, ma petite sœur, tu nous fais tous rêver 🥹

⤷ ursername tu aimes me faire pleurer 🥹❤️

After the Azerbaijan Grand Prix

charles_leclerc

story, 2m ago

Part 2 when?

[perfectlyoongi]

COMPLICIT SILENCE

ㅤ↬┊synopsis ... it was yoongi's birthday and, since you missed being with him and wanted to celebrate his day, you decided to surprise yoongi at his studio.

ㅤ⚘.fandom ... bts. ㅤㅤಇ.ft. ... yoongi x gn!reader. ㅤ⚘.genre ... one-shot. ㅤㅤಇ.content ... fluff, shy yoongi, best friends to ???. ㅤㅤಇ.word count ... 1.4k. ㅤ⚘.cole's note ... let us imagine it's march again, shall we? :3 i hope u like it ♡ eng is not my 1st language xx

Standing at the door of Yoongi's studio, you considered your next action. Should you knock? Or was it better to just go in and surprise him? I mean, you hadn't seen him in a week due to your classes, so any of your actions would surprise Yoongi. But you wanted it to be perfect – it had to be perfect for your best friend.

As such, after taking a deep breath once, twice, three times, you decided to put on the studio code and take off your shoes before slowly entering that room.

Yoongi had his back to the door. With his attention focused on the screens in front of him, Yoongi didn't notice the strip of light you let in when you opened the door. With headphones on, hand on the mouse and eyes glued to his creation, Yoongi was completely lost in his world, not even imagining your presence in his studio.

You smiled when you realized that your arrival had not been announced and, with slow and calculated steps, you approached Yoongi.

The silence in the studio was your accomplice, muffling your steps, hiding your presence while you thought about the best way to show yourself to your best friend. But you just smiled and decided to opt for the most basic choise and, leaning your face close to Yoongi's face, you gave him a small kiss on the cheek that made him jump a little from his chair.

“You scared me!” Yoongi, after turning his chair to see you, took his hands to his headphones and quickly took them off. “What are you doing here?”

You couldn't contain the small laugh that escaped your lips when you saw Yoongi moving away from you after the kiss, his scared look bringing you a little fun.

“I just wanted to see you.”

“You could have told me you were coming,” Yoongi placed his headphones on his desk and looked at you a little irritated, nervous because you saw him behaving so cowardly.

“And ruin the surprise?” you smiled as you extended your right hand and showed him a bag of McDonald’s. “Happy birthday, Yoonie.”

There was a moment of pause in which Yoongi tried to assimilate what was happening and, as soon as he realized that your visit was a consequence of his birthday, Yoongi just smiled – suddenly, he started to love that special day.

For minutes on end, your company was the only light that shone in Yoongi's studio.

Sitting on your black sofa, you and Yoongi enjoyed a late dinner, talking warmly about the last few days, repeating the words that were exchanged through messages. But none of you cared about this repetition. Finally you were together. At the end of a long week of work and school, you were once again in the company of the most important person in your life – and that was all that mattered.

Time floated around the studio, lingering on your words, enjoying the conversation that you and Yoongi didn't want to end. In a short time the food had been eaten, the news had been reported and there was nothing left to do but enjoy the small silence that appeared between you.

Yoongi looked at you.

Sitting on the couch, his arm resting on the back of it, Yoongi looked at you with a small smile. There was a certain sparkle in his shy gaze, a bit of admiration flecking the sweet brown of Yoongi's eyes. His smile was genuine, almost automatic when he looked at you, and Yoongi didn't even realize he was smiling – for him, the expression of happiness was instantaneous when it came to you.

“It’s late,” you stretched your back and looked around for the coat you had put down, you didn’t remember where. “I better get going.”

“If you give me five minutes I can take you home.”

“Thank you, Yoonie,” you smiled as you looked back at him, one of your hands gently resting on your best friend’s leg. “But I don’t want to bother you.”

“Don’t be stupid,” Yoongi got up and sat back down in his chair, staring at the screens once again. “I just need to finish something. It doesn’t take long at all.”

You sighed between a smile and decided to sit in the chair next to Yoongi, curious about what he was doing. However, your eyes didn't rest on the screens.

There was a certain magnetism about Yoongi. You couldn't explain it, but there was something about him that attracted you. Maybe it was Yoongi's intriguing soul, painted by the stars with dust of dazzle and fascination. Maybe it was Yoongi's magical essence, sprinkled with the hope and adoration left by the constellations. Or maybe it was because he was your best friend. You didn’t know. You only knew that it was stronger than you and, as such, you were admiring Yoongi.

And Yoongi was beautiful.

Engulfed in his art, focused on what he loved most, Yoongi was simply beautiful with his face slightly illuminated by the bright light of the screens. His lips were slightly open, eyes focused on lines and numbers on the screen, his hand on the mouse moving frantically as he tried to figure out what was left to do.

And you couldn't look away from him. You couldn't stop looking at his face. It was as if he had cast a spell that trapped you within his charms. Yoongi was mesmerizing.

“Yoongi…”

“Hm?”

Yoongi didn't look at you, his response even seemed to have been released without any idea of ​​words. And you smiled. He really loved his work.

“Yoongi.”

“Yea?”

“Can I kiss you?”

The movements of Yoongi's hand stopped abruptly as soon as your question settled in Yoongi's lap and your words reached his ears.

He didn't react.

Had he heard right? Was he too tired to already imagine words? Yes. That was the only explanation. Yoongi's tiredness was deluding him with hopes and dreams that he didn't want to confess. Yes. Yoongi was sure of that.

“Sorry. I don't know what came over me…”

You gave a small, wilted laugh when the abstention from a response tightened your chest. How foolish. What a ridiculous idea. Yoongi was your best friend. Only that. Don't try to ruin what is already beautiful. Stop dreaming about fantasy stories.

“Yes.”

Yoongi's confirmation echoed through the studio, hovering in the dim light of the room, spreading out in that cubicle and making itself big enough to be noticed by you.

Yes.

Yes.

Yoongi turned his chair and stared at you, hand still stuck on the mouse, not knowing what to do with it. Slightly illuminated by the screen, Yoongi's face was dyed with the faintest shade of pink, his eyes shining with more emotion.

You stared at Yoongi, lips slightly open as if trying to swallow that confirmation to make sure it was reality. This was really going to happen. Finally.

You got a little closer to Yoongi, a little nervous about what you wanted to do. Yoongi came closer too, eyes jumping from your gaze to your lips, the anxiety of feeling you moving every muscle of his.

There was a moment of hesitation on both sides. But you took a deep breath and, as if driven by days and weeks of desire, you touched Yoongi's lips.

There was no thought in Yoongi's mind other than kissing you back, his soft lips worshiping your lips, passion and nervousness settling between your mouths.

It was brief. Something small. Shy but still intense. But you didn't know if you should continue, if you could continue. So, you moved away from Yoongi, foreheads coming together in a pause of controlled euphoria. Smiles painted your faces, Yoongi's face becoming even pinker with the action you just did – but oh!, how accomplished he felt.

“Y/N…”

“Hm?”

“Can I kiss you again?”

Yoongi's smile ran over his words, making them sound more cheerful than intended. But he didn't care. At that moment, he didn't care if he showed his true colors. He only wanted you.

“Yes.”

Your smile was stopped by Yoongi's lips, who, now more thirsty for you and confident in himself, kissed you once again; Yoongi's hand resting on the mouse quickly moved to your face, holding you gently.

And Yoongi's studio was silent, retaining within itself all the truth of your hearts; preventing the outside world from interrupting the testimony of your love, Yoongi's studio seemed small at that moment, forcing you to join Yoongi in order to feel alive.

ㅤㅤ♡ feedback is appreciated ♡

[fangirlika]

Pasta and Phone Calls

MASTERLIST

pairing: Lando Norris x female!reader

summary: after your date with Lando he calls you to tell you all about the cute girl he just went on a date with.

warnings: FLUFF, typos probably

a/n: this came to my mind after I saw a TikTok about something similar but I didn’t save it and now I can’t find it :/ hope you like it!

“Text me when you get home”, Lando whispered against your lips with a smirk plastered on his face.

It was a chilly Tuesday evening in September and your boyfriend Lando was in London this week before he would fly to Singapore for the next race. You haven’t been dating for a long time, only a few months and you couldn’t deny that his schedule made it really hard for you two to spend time together.

Nevertheless, Lando has been proving that he will do everything in his power to make time for you between racing and his projects with Quadrant. And for the time where he was away, he tried to make it better with phone calls and little gifts he left for you in your apartment.

All in all, you were happy. Incredibly so. And for tonight Lando had asked you out to a local Italian restaurant you two had been to for one of your first dates. It wasn’t anything special in itself but it holds a lot of nostalgia and the pasta there is really enjoyable.

You really appreciated the time you spent with him tonight lost in conversation about nothing at all but eventually the waiter came to your table and informed you that the restaurant would soon close.

That led you back into Lando's car and he drove you back to your apartment. All the gentlemen he wants to be for you, he got out of the car first to open the door for you.

“My lady”, he gestured for you to step out of the car, eliciting a smile and a slight shake of your head from you.

You grabbed your purse from the passenger seat and turned to Lando who swiftly closed the door of the car before leaning in to you. “Text me when you get home”, Lando whispered against your lips with a smirk plastered on his face before he pecked your lips.

You only let out a light chuckle before saying: “We’re literally standing right in front of my entrance door, Lando.” His smirk didn’t falter at that and instead he simply shrugged his shoulders. “I know but I’ve heard that girls like it when guys tell them that.”

“You’re a menace, Norris”, you simply responded before pecking his lips once more and turning to make your way over to your entrance door.

“Goodnight, Y/n”, he said and you said your goodbye and gave him a shy wave of your hand before looking for your keys in your purse.

When you entered your apartment and turned the lights in the hallway on you immediately pulled your phone out to text Lando.

got into my apartment safely, goodnight xx

It only took a couple of minutes until you saw the screen of your phone light up and Lando's contact appeared on the screen.

You furrowed your brows slightly at that. Was he already home? Did something happen on the way back?

You quickly accepted the call. “Lando?”

“Hey y/n”, he answered and due to the lack of engine or traffic noise in the background you assumed that he was already home or at least not in the middle of the road driving. “You’re never gonna believe this”.

You frowned at that but he was entirely calm so you didn’t think anything really bad had happened to him. With your phone on speaker you sat down on your couch and pulled the blanket over your legs for comfort.

“So I went out with this cute girl, right?”

You knew he couldn’t see it but you raised your eyebrows at that. “This cute girl?”, you repeated, your confusion visible in your voice.

Lando hummed in agreement. “Yeah, we went out for dinner together, this small Italian place near Hyde Park. It’s really nothing special but the last time we went there she really liked the spaghetti they served”, he told you.

Small Italian place? Your small Italian place? He isn’t seriously telling you about another girl he took out for a date there, is he?

“Even though she is terrible at eating spaghetti without getting sauce everywhere”, he added and lightly laughed while explaining. “You would think that when even I am capable to use a fork for eating spaghetti it couldn’t be that hard but apparently it is.”

Now it began to make sense to you. You loved pasta with all your being but when it comes to twirling spaghetti around your fork without it falling off the moment you want to put it in your mouth, you were a hopeless case - much to Lando's amusement.

“I beg to differ, it really is some sort of witchcraft and I don’t understand why it is apparently culturally unacceptable to just cut it instead”, you hugged out and Lando only laughed at that.

“That’s exactly what she said as well, but anyways, I thought it was actually quite cute”, he confessed.

“You did?”, you asked shyly.

“I did”, he repeated. “I think she’s very cute in general, see she has this habit of falling into a minute- long ramble about everything and nothing at the same time but no matter how many confusing stories she starts telling you at the same time, you can’t keep yourself from listening to every word she says.”

If your cheeks weren’t turning red before they sure as hell were turning cherry red now.

“I love her voice, I’m glad I get to hear it almost every day”, he says. “It’s what I’m looking forward to after a long day of racing or meetings actually.”

“I bet she likes talking to you just as much as you do”, you whispered.

“I hope she does”, he hummed and you heard a car door open in the background. He was probably still sat in the car when he called you and only now got out. “She’s also very pretty.”

Now you were simply smiling like an idiot on your couch. Lando has complimented you numerous times but he never straight out told you you were pretty.

“You think?”

“Mhm, very much so. I just think she doesn’t really realize it”, he added the last part quietly but you picked it up nonetheless. “I would love to go out with her again”, he then said and your eyes opened wide in surprise. The entire situation was so absurd but it was Lando, it was typically him in every sense.

“Then maybe you should ask her out again.”

He smiled at that, you were sure. “Yeah, I think I will.”

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ahhhh okay i again wrote this in one go and I kinda hate it kinda love it? Idk I hope you like it. First time writing for Lando, think I’ll stick to Charles mostly but I thought this was more fitting for Lando idk why tbh.

Also, I am soo uncreative when it comes to titles for my writing??? I apologize ugh

Anyways, I hope you have a great day and please give me feedback <3

[thewritetofreespeech]

What the Future Holds

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Summary: Aemond & the Greens have returned victorious, but at what cost? [before all this: X XX XXXX]

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"Aemond, tell me true. Did you do this to Aegon on purpose?"

Aemond stared at you for a long moment. Seeming to debate lying, but you knew he would never truly lie to you. "...not entirely on purpose..."

"Oh Gods Aemond...." You felt the air sift out of your lungs. Thinking back to Aegon's burnt, mangled body in the bed. The maesters not confident in his recovery to the point that they had all but stepped aside to let the septons have him. You needed to sit down.

Aemond rushed to your side, kneeling in front of your seat, his hands on your knees. "You have to believe me. This wasn't my intention at the start."

"Aemond..." He was getting perilously close to his first lie ever towards you.

"I was being careful, like you told me." You scoff ruefully at his explanation. It sounded a lot like blaming. "But Rhaenys and Aegon were..." He paused then. Seeming to think back on that moment and he did not look happy on it. "I did what I had to. Aegon got caught in the crossfire."

"Literally?" You don't mean to be glib but Nine Hells this was a lot to process.

Aemond's expression looked worried. Fretful. He took your hands in his and held them tight. As if scared you would run away if he didn't hold them. "With Meleys and Rhaenys gone, the Blacks have lost one of their dragons and decidedly best council. Rhaenyra is not educated in war. Daemon is as brash and impulsive as my brother. They will never recover from this. Aegon was...a necessary sacrifice for the greater good."

"Aemond, this isn't like you push him off a bridge or cut his arm off in a duel. You set him on fire!"

"If he can't stand a little dragon fire, then he's no true Targaryen." He reasoned. Sitting back on his heels but still focused on you. "Don't you see? With Aegon out of the way we can end this war and be done with it. No more loss. No more bloodshed."

"No more King?"

You knew Aemond was being honest with you, but you also weren't stupid enough in love to not realize his intentions weren't all pure. "You said it yourself. We must think of the line. Of our future." He grasped your hand again, only this time one for one. Your binding hands. "Mine and yours."

You take a deep breath and look around. Trying to make sense of this, but Aemond rose up on his knees to take your face in his other hand and focus on him. "Westeros deserves a king who will lead it to glory. Who will appreciate it. Not a man, a child, who has squandered everything in his life. Who didn't even want it. And Westeros deserves a Queen who will guide them. Not a meek eyed doe like my sister. Not a zealot like my mother. You. Together we can make this kingdom better. Because we will be better. The Gods may not have chosen us first, but we are the right choice." Every word from Aemond rouses your heart. You knew of his passion, but who knew he was such a wonderful orator. "Tell me you feel the same. Tell me you believe in this."

You look upon Aemond and think on his words. "I'm not going to help you kill Aegon."

He sat back down on his heels and frowned at you. "I wouldn't ask you to."

"But I won't stand in your way." You finish.

If he dies, you will accept it. If he lives, Aemond would have to accept that too. This was the coin toss the Gods had offered all of you.

The prince thought on your answer, then nodded. It was the best you could offer and the best he could hope for. "Alright." He rose back up again, tentatively this time, and wrapped his arms around you. "You believe me, right? You do not hate me, do you?"

"Never." You might not agree with what Aemond was doing, but you could never hate him. It was done now anyway. "Promise me you will remain careful though."

"I will try." He had promised you that before, and here you were.

You held Aemond close, and he clung to you. You want to believe that this was all a mistake. An accident of zealousness born from wanting this war over and peace to come to the land. A necessary sacrifice, as Aemond had said. There was no denying he was right. The Blacks would never recover from a blow so hard, but what of the Greens?

There is a nagging feeling in your chest, however, that for the first time Aemond was lying to you. Or perhaps he was also lying to himself.

There was still much uncertainty on what the future holds for the two of you, but all you knew was that you held your future right here. With Aemond in your arms. Even if you didn't agree with his motives.

[satellite-evans]

Sweet Home

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x reader

Summary: Benedict comes home after a long day to his beloved family <3

Word count: 963 ( she is a shortie)

Warnings: tooth aching fluff, kissing

A/N:

Tell a friend to tell a friend, she is baaaaaaaaack :)

I wrote this in like 20 mintues so I apologize if it is bad, but I had to put something out there to bring back the flow xx

English is not my first language, so I apologize if I made any (grammar) mistakes. Feedback, requests, recommendations, vents or questions are always welcome. I love talking to you guys about anything <3

Happy reading xxx

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Benedict Bridgerton sighed as he stepped into the foyer of his home, the weight of the day's events slowly melting away. He could hear the faint sounds of the household settling in for the evening. It was a comforting hum, one that reminded him of what truly mattered.

"You're home," your voice greeted him softly, and he looked up to see you standing at the entrance of the living room, a welcoming smile on your face.

"Indeed I am," he replied, his eyes lighting up at the sight of you. "And I believe it's the best part of my day."

You stepped closer, reaching out to brush a lock of hair from his forehead. "Tough day?"

Benedict nodded, his eyes closing momentarily as he leaned into your touch. "One of the toughest. But seeing you makes it all worth it."

You chuckled, the sound like music to his ears. "Come with me," you said, taking his hand and leading him into the living room. The space was cozy and inviting, with a fire crackling softly in the hearth and the soft strains of a violin playing in the background from a nearby phonograph.

As you reached the center of the room, you turned to face him, your hands slipping around his neck. "Dance with me," you whispered, your voice a soothing balm to his weary soul.

Benedict's arms encircled your waist, pulling you close. "Always," he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. You began to sway together, moving in perfect harmony as the music enveloped you.

For a while, it was just the two of you, lost in the comfort of each other's arms. The world outside faded away, leaving only the warmth and love you shared. Benedict's hands roamed your back, his touch both tender and possessive. He relished these moments, where he could simply hold you and forget the stresses of the day.

"Do you know how much I love you?" he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear.

You smiled, tilting your head to look up at him. "Show me," you teased, your eyes sparkling with mischief.

Benedict's gaze darkened with desire, his hands tightening on your waist. He leaned in, his breath warm against your cheek, when the soft patter of little feet interrupted your moment. Your twin daughters, Elizabeth and Emma, peeked around the corner, their identical faces lighting up with joy at the sight of their parents dancing.

"Mama! Papa!" they cried in unison, rushing into the room.

Benedict laughed, releasing you just enough to scoop up one of the girls in each arm. "And what are my two favorite ladies up to this evening?" he asked, kissing each of their foreheads.

"Dancing!" Elizabeth exclaimed, her eyes shining with excitement.

"Can we dance too, Papa?" Emma asked, her small hands clinging to his shirt.

"Of course you can," Benedict replied, setting them down gently. "But you'll need to hold onto Mama and me, alright?"

You smiled, taking Elizabeth's hand while Benedict took Emma's. The four of you began to dance together, moving in a joyful, if somewhat clumsy, circle. The twins giggled and laughed, their innocent delight filling the room.

As the music continued, you caught Benedict's eye over the heads of your daughters. His expression was one of pure contentment, a look that spoke of deep love and gratitude. In that moment, surrounded by the family you had built together, all the worries of the world seemed to vanish.

After a while, the twins began to tire, their energy waning. You and Benedict guided them to the couch, where they cuddled up together, their eyes heavy with sleep. You watched as their breathing slowed, their small chests rising and falling in unison.

Benedict pulled you close once more, his hands resting on your hips. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

"For what?" you asked, wrapping your arms around his neck, your fingers threading through the soft hair at the nape of his neck.

"For this. For them. For everything," he replied, his forehead resting against yours. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

You smiled, your heart swelling with love. "You don't have to," you said softly. "We're a family, Benedict. We'll always have each other."

He kissed you then, a slow, lingering kiss that promised more to come. His lips moved gently against yours, communicating a depth of feeling that words could not capture. You could feel the stress of his day finally slipping away, replaced by a warmth that only your love could provide.

As you stood there, wrapped in his embrace, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would face them together. You could feel his heartbeat against yours, steady and strong, a reminder that you were his anchor just as much as he was yours.

In that moment, with your daughters sleeping peacefully nearby and your husband's arms around you, everything was perfect. The fire crackled softly, casting a warm glow over the room, and the music played on, a gentle soundtrack to your love story.

Benedict pulled back slightly, his eyes searching yours. "You know," he began, a playful glint in his eye, "I think we might need to continue this dance later."

You laughed softly, a knowing look passing between you. "I think I would like that very much," you replied, your voice tinged with anticipation.

He kissed you again, his lips lingering on yours, before pulling you into a tight embrace. "I love you," he whispered against your hair.

"I love you too," you replied, feeling a sense of completeness that only he could bring.

As you stood there, holding each other, you knew that nothing could part the both of you. Because you had each other. And that was all you needed.

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(Photo credit to @darling-millicent-aubrey’s post)

Fragmented

Noah Sebastian x OFC

We made it. We fucking made it. The end of Leena and Noah’s story. It’s been a rollercoaster. The special, surreal story that this has become blows me away. To think that I started this with a broken heart and a silhouette of an idea.

Thank you to my regular, dedicated readers. Thank you to those who gave me feedback of any kind. Thank you to the friends I’ve made because of this story. For those of you who checked on me during this difficult time of my life.

Every last one of you reading this. Thank you. After writing notes: I'M NOT CRYING MY EYES ARE SWEATING. For the love of God, listen to the title song the entire time. I hope you like it. :)

Warnings: Fucking marshmallow fluff, my guy

Taglist: @flowery-mess @lma1986 @myownthoughts12 @poisongirl616 @missduffsblog @reidsblessing @malerieee @jilliemiw86 @thisbicc @xx-like-a-villian-xx @diabolicdiatonics

Part 12 - If I’m There

Two weeks. We had two weeks. Were we trying to figure it out? No. Were we talking about it? Nope. Were we acting as if the last six months had almost never happened?

Pretty much.

Mileena and Addison had all but moved back home with me, their things making their way back little by little every day.

‘I don’t want to annoy Laura, her and Nick are living together now and she needs space!'

‘I just need a few things, I promise I’m not planning on crowding you.’

‘I can always move back into my place once the tenants leave. It’s no big issue.’

Yeah, I shot that one down pretty quick.

I was constantly reminding Leena that my girls being home made me happier than I had been all year, but she continued to be insecure and refused to believe me. Despite my reassurances, she still insisted that she would not assume I would forgive her for what she put us through this year, and that she still had making up to do.

Interesting perspective, given I had long forgiven her, and was now enjoying my days more than ever. I could write music with a clear head, I ate dinner with my daughter every night, I slept next to my best friend.

She had lost her mind entirely if she thought I was letting this slip away again.

I found myself thinking of her while I perused the grocery store, grabbing not only mine and Addison’s favorite snacks, but hers as well. Sour Punch Straws, blueberry bagels, and snack cheese. When I walked to the check stand, the bouquet of flowers stared at me, daring me to get them for her.

Was it too much? We hadn’t agreed we were back together. I was afraid to spook her. Was getting her flowers too forward?

But they were orange and black daisies…

So I walked out of that grocery store with her snacks, a can of her favorite flavor of Redbull, and a bouquet of Halloween color daisies.

Wow, I’ve become so fucking soft.

Didn’t matter. Because when I stepped in the doorway, and she came to help grab the bags from me, and she laid eyes on the arrangement in my hand, her eyes sparkled like I hadn’t seen in so long. She wasn’t even a flower person. She couldn’t keep a plant alive for longer than a week. But seeing the smile playing on her lips, I knew she was swooning back from the gesture.

Smart fucking move, Sebastian.

Our day passed easily, moving through motions fluidly while tossing small smiles at each other. We cooked dinner in the kitchen, singing and dancing to Addie’s favorite movie soundtrack (currently Moana), while she squealed in her high chair and bounced to the tune.

Bathing Addison was back to being a team effort, given she was trying to climb out of the tub every few seconds. I roared out laughing when Mileena slipped and fell on her ass into the water, soaking her sweats. She promptly pulled me in after, ensuring to spread bubbles over the top of my head. Addison watched on in wonder, not even understanding the fireworks exploding right in front of her.

At night, though? That’s when we felt it most. After the baby was asleep, and we had to exist alone together, the awkward silences always fell between us, leaving us to giggle nervously and go about our own business.

It was in those moments I would finally get a second to ask myself, where were we? Where does this leave us? Does she still want me? Was she feeling as elated as I was? Or was this all a temporary arrangement?

She changed into dry clothes, and I was sitting on the edge of the bed, flipping idly though Netflix for something compelling enough to play. She stepped out of the closet, stopping short in front of me.

“So, what are your plans?”

I quirked an eyebrow, eyes still fixed on the TV. “Plans?”

She leaned a hip on the dresser, folding her arms. “Yeah, like, what are you going to do with the rest of the night?”

Shrugging loosely, I set the remote down and looked at her. “I haven’t decided yet. Probably watch a movie.”

Chewing the inside of her cheek, she nodded slowly. “Okay, that sounds nice.”

What a strange conversation. It felt so forced.

“What about you?”

I could see her mind thinking behind her eyes. Words wanted to come out, but she wasn’t letting them. Eventually, she visibly gave up on whatever internal battle she was having.

“Ugh,” She sighed heavily. “I’ll probably just hang out.” And she began moving toward the doorway.

“Hey.” I called after her and she turned her head to look at me. “Want to hang out together?”

Existing together didn’t have to be hard. I watched the TV, catching up on One Piece, while she sat cross legged across the couch, laptop perched on her legs, chewing a Sour Punch Straw. We had been like this for an hour and a half.

The longer we sat here, the more I could feel myself burning to be closer to her. The distance between us just wasn’t working for me right now.

Her eyes were scanning the screen, clearly enthralled in whatever she was reading, as told by the way the corner of her mouth was pinched up in a small grin.

Disregarding the anime, I slid my body over to her, sprawling flat on my stomach and leaning my head near her lap.

“Whatcha reading?” I propped my head on the palm of my hand.

Her eyes flickered to me for a moment, and a sheepish grin crawled over her.

“A blog.”

My eyes tried to wrap to her screen, but failed given the angle. “About what?”

Considering for a moment, she gave me a look painted with mischief.

“About you.”

My eyes popped open. “Me?”

She cackled. “Not the real you.” This only confused me further, my face screwing up trying to figure out what she meant. “You ever had a Tumblr?”

I sat up then, crossing my legs in the same fashion as her. “When I was fifteen, maybe?”

Her giggles were uncontrollable. “Well, it still exists, and Laura asked me recently if I had ever looked to see how much fanfiction was written about you guys.”

My brain clicked into place. “You’re reading fanfiction? About me?”

She leaned back leisurely. “Some of these are very intriguing. I find it wildly entertaining.”

“Like what?”

Leena smirked, scrolling on her screen. “Well, there’s one on here that is crazy popular, about you falling in love with the lead singer of another band. I’m only four chapters in, but it’s actually really good.” She clicked on a link, a GIF of myself when my hair was long and pulled up in a claw clip popped up on the screen. “And this is one of the more tame ones.”

This piqued my interest. “Oh? How bad does it get?”

I watched as she slipped a little further into her hoodie, mildly embarrassed.

“I may or may not have found a large amount of smut written about you.”

My eyes bulged then, and my hands snatched the laptop off of her.

“No fucking way!”

I began scrolling, but her hands were grabbing at the laptop. She was shrieking at me to give it back while stopping to laugh. “Don’t Noah! You can’t read your own fanfiction! That’s some kind of crime against physics or something!”

I chuckled, lifting the computer out of her reach while she clawed at me.

“Why? Because it would break some kind of dimensional third wall?”

She continued her efforts while I chuckled at her.

“That or it’s extremely humiliating!”

“Worth it.”

She began climbing over me in her attempts to reach the laptop, which had me laughing even harder.

“Don’t drop my computer or I’ll kill you!” She growled at me. The threat resembled something you’d see in a cartoon, given how much smaller she was than me.

Still, somewhere inside me, I didn’t exactly doubt it.

“Only if you read me some of the dirty stuff.”

Her mouth fell open and eyes bugged out. “Excuse me?”

Lowering my brows, I brought the laptop closer to her reach. “Read me some smut about me.”

Her hand finally grabbed the edge of the computer, pulling it away as she fell back on her ass on the couch.

“Absolutely not.”

I made a show of pouting my lip out, and gave her my best rendition of sad puppy eyes.

“Please? I’m so fucking curious.”

She waved me off. “You’ve got a computer, read it yourself!”

I then narrowed my eyes and licked my lip. “That’s not as fun.”

She scoffed, sitting back, and smiled precariously. "Not happening, perv."

I rolled my eyes. "You are so boring."

Her tongue darted out between her lips and she scrunched up her nose to mock me. I took the opportunity to catch her off guard, tackling her around the midsection back onto the couch. This caused a small squeak out of her, and her hand quickly shelved the laptop on the coffee table. I sat up on my knees, straddling her waist, and stared down at her menacingly.

"You should know better than to make fun of me."

She pointed a finger while looking up at me. "You called me boring!"

Smirking, I lifted both hands, mimicking claws. "Now, say sorry for being a brat."

Her mouth fell open in disbelief. "I'm the brat? You're the one getting mad because I won't do what you want."

Without warning, my hands came down to grab at her sides, squeezing and tickling mercilessly while she shrieked, squirming underneath me.

"Noah! Stop it!"

My tongue caught between my teeth, I continued my attack, hitting all the right spots. "Nope. Not until you say sorry."

Breathlessly, she tried to speak. "I'm- fuck!" Her back arched off of the couch, pressing hard against my crotch, as she did all she could to get away from me. "I'm sorry!"

My hands stilled, and I squeezed her hips tightly. "Thank you, princess."

She caught her breath, chest rising and falling while she stared up at me, eyelids crested.

Just like that, the air was thick. It came screaming back to my attention that we hadn't touched each other, or even been this close, since the night we fucked after dinner, in this very spot. By the look I saw sparkling behind her eyes, she was realizing the very same thing.

My fingers still pressed into her sides, I lowered my face to reach her, pressing my nose into the side of her neck and nuzzling gently. I heard the slightest giggle escape her, and I let my hands wander up her sides. Laying myself down beside her, I let my lips begin dropping soft kisses on the skin just behind her ear. My arm, now laid across her stomach, felt the hard breath she exhaled.

Her hand fell on my arm, fingers gripping me and pulling me tighter against her.

Mileena turned her face to look into my eyes, and gave me the smallest smile I may have ever seen. My chest swelled, and I pulled her toward me, pressing my lips against hers gently. She reciprocated the kiss, lazily rolling to her side and tucking herself comfortably against me.

How long we stayed this way, limbs entwined and mouths connected, I'll never know. I only knew that it was so warm, and so sweet to have her hard pressed into my soul, and not preparing to run at any given moment.

Once we finally broke apart, I truly believe that we both were so comfortable, and so content, that we ended up dozing off wrapped around each other.

-

"Noah?" I could barely hear her voice over the spray of the shower.

"Yes?" I'm certain my words were muffled, as I was scrubbing soap over my face.

We had woken up, stiff and backs sore, about twenty minutes ago, still on the couch. The only way to loosen my muscles was with a boiling hot shower, so I allowed myself while Leena brewed the morning coffee and we waited for Addison to wake up.

"We need to talk."

The words struck a cord so deep inside me that I felt every bone in my body crack ever so slightly. My hands halted on my skin, and the water poured off of me. Thirty full seconds of silence followed, so I finally responded.

"About?"

"Us."

Fuck. She was going to run. She'd become so God damn flighty.

I turned the water off, despite that I still hadn't washed my hair, and swung the curtain open to see her standing, arms crossed, staring at me with deep brown eyes mimicking a doe crossing a highway. She looked me up and down, maybe lingering a fraction of a second longer on my cock.

I grabbed the towel from the rack, and waved a hand at her. "Okay, what do we need to talk about?"

Blinking a few times, she stepped back to give me room to climb out of the shower.

"Well," She cleared her throat. "I've been thinking," I could see the nerves radiating off of her in waves. "we need to decide what we're doing."

I cocked an eyebrow at her after shaking my hair out. "We do?"

This drug a sigh out of her. "Yes? We can't live in limbo forever."

"Define 'limbo', because I thought it was pretty clear." I was taking a chance with my choice of words, but I was going to run with it.

"Clear? I'm kind of living here again, we had sex, we made out for like half an hour last night, but..." She trailed off while following me to the closet.

"But...?"

I disappeared into the open closet. "But," She paused, and I imagined that she was making her frustrated face. "we never resolved anything."

"What do we need to resolve?" I pulled my Henley over my head. "I thought we both made a solid effort to grow from the whole thing."

"Okay, but the original issue-"

I cut her off as I popped out of the closet. "Was Rachel. And she's obviously been dealt with." I pointed to her. "You made sure of that." I smirked, and I saw a slow blush creep up her neck.

"Rachel wasn't the issue. Or the whole issue." She was sitting on the dresser now.

"Alright, so let's talk about it." I dropped down on the edge of the bed, and put my palms up in the air, opening the floor.

She leaned back against the wall, hands folded in her lap, and looked down to the floor. "If we get back together, I don't know how to do this." She shrugged. "The touring, the being alone, all of the girls. It's a lot, Noah."

I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees, chin on my hands.

"I feel like I could lose you at a moment's notice. What if you meet someone out there on the road? Someone better? That won't be sitting at home tying you down?"

I just shook my head. "Mileena, I don't want anyone else. Or anything else. You, Addie, and Angel. That's it for me. I don't need anything else."

"I know you say that, and when you do, I believe you. My mind just wanders when I'm at home. It starts with the thoughts, small and ridiculous. But then they grow. You forget to call, or I see a video of you talking to a girl. Then my mind goes wild, and I just don't know how to deal with it. It's maddening." She scrubbed her hands over her face. "It makes me feel insane."

"Hmm," I perused this. My brain was racing, trying to figure out what I could do to reassure her. "I offered to quit."

Her eyes popped open. "No. Absolutely not. I wouldn't allow it."

"Why not?"

"Because, Noah. As much as I love being with you, and would kill to have you all to myself all of the time, I love you too much to see you quit the one thing that makes you that kind of happy." She stared at me, no ounce of falter on her face. "You were meant to do this, and I refuse to let you stop because of me."

Well, hard to argue that.

"Okay, so what is it that bothers you most? What is your worst case scenario?"

Leena looked positively defeated when she spoke, which caused a thin fracture to run through my heart.

"That you won't love me anymore. Won't want to come home to me. That I'll lose you."

"And what can I do? What will show you that it's just not fucking possible?" I begged.

"I don't know. I don't think anything can."

How did we get here? We were so unified. A solid, strong, bulletproof team that could take on anything. And without much effort on either part, we had shattered like glass. We were broken. Our love had fragmented, and even if we tried to keep it together, I just couldn't get the fucking pieces to stick.

Unless...

I jumped off of the bed, the idea sparking through me as a bolt of lightning. It startled her, and she gave me a concerned look.

"I've got to go somewhere." I grabbed my shoes from their place next to the bed.

"What?" I could see the look in her eyes, as if I just swept the rug from under her.

I stopped as I began to brush past her, dropping a hand on her shoulder.

"I'll only be gone a little bit. Back by dinner, I promise."

Her mouth fell open. "Noah, I didn't mean to-"

I clapped a hand over her mouth, forcing her to stop.

"Shhh, nope. Stop. Not right now. I promise, we will finish this conversation, just not right now. Not today."

Releasing her mouth, I bounded out of the room, and trotted down the stairs.

"Wait!" I looked back up at her, at the top of the banister. "The bounce house will be here in an hour!"

"Have them put it in the backyard."

She rolled her eyes. "My Dad's flight gets in at 7."

"And I will be there to pick him up."

She growled. "Where are you going?"

I threw a wink at her before slipping out of the front door.

"You really think this is going to work?" Nick's voice was skeptical, to say the least, as we walked through the mall. "Leena's not one for gifts, you know."

My hands were in my pockets, my nerves making me rip at the cuticles. "Dude, it fucking has to." I chewed my bottom lip. "Where the fuck is this place?!"

"Relax, dude. It's at the very back of the mall." He walked comfortably next to me. "How did this come up, anyway?"

"Dude, I can't get into it or I may fucking pussy out. Let's just go over the plan again?"

He rolled his eyes. "Laura and I will get to the party twenty-minutes late so Mileena is pissed and distracted. I'll have the 'gift' in the car." He quoted himself. "I'll discreetly go grab it during presents. And after cake, you'll give it to her."

I nodded. "What if she hates it?"

He shook his head, laughing to himself. "I don't know, but if she starts flipping out? I am gone."

-

A two-year old's birthday party is a weird setting on it's own, let alone on a day like today. Sun shining, slightly chilly, light breeze. Weird day. Scary day. Potentially earth-shattering day.

Attempts to avoid Mileena's interrogations last night after I got home were only successful due to her Dad being there and keeping her distracted. He didn't know what the plan was. No one did. I was going to catch her so far off-guard, I had hoped it would be just fucking good enough to get her to not lose her shit.

It was a risk.

But what's life without a little risk?

"Happy birthday to you!" Everyone in the room chanted as Mileena walked through the dining room, cake lit with two individual blue candles on the cake holding Bluey's face on top.

"Happy birthday dear Addison." I stood to stand behind her, hand on the small of her back, watching the subtle tears pool at the corner of her eyes.

"Happy birthday to you!" Addie was absolutely enamored, eyes wide and two teeth shining brightly in the glow of the flames.

Leena and I both bent down on either side of where she sat in her highchair, and blew out the candles, earning a round of applause from the large crowd gathered in my home, all here to celebrate this sweet little life we had created.

Once the lights came back up, I couldn't tear my eyes away from her face while she cut the cake, and placed a thick slice on Addie's high chair. We all watched her smush the cake with her hands, shoveling it into her mouth, as we enjoyed our own pieces.

Folios took it upon himself to pull her out of the chair, and take her in to the bathroom to clean her up. Mileena followed to assist.

I stood, nearly trembling now, watching as various children and a few adults bounced in the inflatable house in front of me, taking up most of my backyard. My mind was being pulled in so many different directions. What if she hated it? What if she screamed? What if she ran away? What if I fucked up, again?

A hand clapped the back of my shoulder, pulling me from my thoughts.

"Hey, man." Jolly stood next to me, beer in hand, smiling proudly. "Our girl is two now, hard to believe."

I smiled, baring all of my teeth. "Right? Getting too big, too fast."

He nodded, pulling from the bottle. "You good? You seem a little shaky."

"Yeah," I shrugged, trying to even my breathing. "just thinking."

"Not second thoughts, I hope?" Jolly bumped me with his elbow.

"Not exactly. I can't return it. I just..." I trailed off.

"What, man? What are you so worried about?"

I sighed. "I don't know, dude. What if it doesn't work? What if she leaves again?"

Jolly shook his head firmly. "No. She won't."

My head fell back, frustrated. "You don't know that. You don't know her like I do."

Another gulp of his beer down. "I don't, but I know you."

I looked over at him, raising an eyebrow.

"Man, no two people look at each other the way you guys do. No man feels guilty for just thinking about another woman the way you did. No woman is willing to sacrifice her own happiness for someone else's the way she was." He glanced back over his shoulder at where she had emerged, setting Addison free to go back in the bounce house.

She looked like heaven. Black plain short-sleeved t-shirt. High-waisted white pleated skirt. Long raven hair falling loosely over her shoulders with just the lightest wave to it. No makeup. Chocolate brown eyes shining in what was left of the sunlight.

That was mine. I needed it. I needed it forever.

"The way you're looking at her now." I was brought back to the conversation with Jolly. "That there?" He pointed with his index finger that held the bottle. "That's it for you, man. Don't second guess yourself."

That was it. That was all I needed.

My feet were pulling me toward her, purpose pushing me every step over the grass. She was sitting in a chair, leaning forward to hear what Laura was telling her from where she sat across the table. She was smiling. Fuck, I'm so weak when she's smiling.

I can do this. I can fucking do this.

"Hey, Noah!" Laura's voice brought Mileena's attention to me, craning her neck to stare, a smile still gracing her lips.

"Hey, you okay?"

I gave Laura a small wave, and looked at Leena. "Yeah, why?"

She smirked, turning her body fully toward me. "You look like you're about to be sick."

I was. Absolutely was going to vomit.

"I'm good, I just need to, uh" I scratched the back of my head, which made her raise an eyebrow. "I wanted to..."

I couldn't look at her, which made her suspicious.

"Noah?"

"Huh?" I finally returned her gaze.

"What's going on?"

Closing my eyes for a second, I took a slow, deep breath, and righted myself.

I can fucking do this.

"Can we talk?" I reached a hand for her, which she took, and I caught the shadow of the look that crossed Laura's face. She had made me, I knew she had, but she wouldn't say it out loud.

Leena stood, following as I led her to the middle of the yard, away from too many prying ears, but still within eyesight of the party.

"What's up?" She was confused, and that was okay.

By this time, we had caught the attention of most partygoers, who I could see whispering amongst themselves and watching. I also noticed the music on the Bluetooth had stopped, no doubt to hear what was happening. Nosey fuckers.

I turned so she could face me, back to everyone else.

"I told you that we would finish our conversation from yesterday morning."

She scoffed. "Now? Shouldn't we wait until everyone leaves?"

I shook my head. "No, because if I wait any longer I might actually explode."

Her head cocked slightly to the side, confused. "I'm not following."

"I know. You're not supposed to. I'm bad at keeping secrets, so it's kind of crazy I managed over twenty-four hours without you figuring it out." I smiled a small, hesitant grin.

"What?"

"Mileena, you said that you were afraid that one day, I wouldn't love you anymore? That I won't want to come home to you, and you'll lose me, right? You remember?" My words were spilling over each other, and she was struggling to keep up.

"Yes...?" She was so hesitant. My stomach flipped backwards. What if it didn't work?

"And when I asked what I could do to show you that wasn't possible, you said you didn't know?"

She just nodded. I grabbed her hands.

"Well," I inhaled a big breath. "I don't know either."

Her eyes twitched slightly, like she was waiting on a startle that never came.

"You don't?"

"I don't." I let one hand go, reaching into my sweatshirt pocket. "But," I ran my fingers over the cube, velvet over the pad of my thumb, before I removed it from it's hiding place. "I've got an idea of where to start."

Her eyes darted down to my hand, and the shock blazed over her face.

"What the fuck is that?"

I wasn't going to let it deter me. We've come too far. I sunk down, as traditional as ever.

"Mileena," My hands presented it to her, cracking it at the hinge, the black, coffin-shaped onyx perched on the rose gold band, encrusted with crystals, on full display to her. "it's not that I can't live without you."

"Holy fuck..." Her mouth hung open, eyes glued to the ring in my hands.

"I have just come to learn that I don't fucking want to."

"Noah," The tears began to form. "what are you doing?"

"I'm making it official. No more questions. No more limbo."

She only responded with a small, breathless, squeak.

"Mileena Jane Richards, will you marry me?"

Silence can be so loud sometimes, but here? In that moment? The entire world was without a single, utter sound.

I stared at her, it was all I could do, as I watched the gears turn. Process what I had just asked. And every passing millisecond, I was sure my heart would explode.

"Yes."

And if you're there, to catch me when I fall, then maybe hell ain't so bad after all.

The End

[chericherilvr]

I bring all the drama - M.L.A

Pairing: Marcus Lopez x fem!Reader

Summary: Being in a secret relationship with Marcus was easy, I mean it still is even after I see Maria flirting with him. After all, I thrive for drama

Reader specifics: Said to have hair, reads romance, fem reader cause they call themselves a cool girl, hinted and pretty much told neurodivergent reader (with autistic and adhd in mind)

Warning: this is so fluff I wanna cry, my humor is broken, probably ooc (like all of them), reader talks to themselves, not proof read like at all

2.1k words hehe

a/n: this is for my pookie @lucifertoxics and my pookie only, if you aren't my pookie you can keep reading it who am I to stop you tbh xx-

He grabbed her hands, a tight embrace resembling those of sweet love stories. "I love you," he whispered melting inside her eyes. "I love you," she replied whising to whoever was listening for this moment to never end.

"When are you going to finally find a boyfriend and stop reading those books?" It's in times like this I thank that the school I'm in. He looks so killable, maybe could use him to ace Mr. Denke's class. I nod to myself as I stare at Billy my eyes narrowing, (i) Why do the school rules imply you can't kill any other student? I let myself roll my eyes, he's a lucky bastard. "How about you find yourself one and let me read in peace? Please and thank you" I smile at him turning back to my book. The chair creeks as he sits pointing out just how much care they added into the library. "I mean it," Billy whispers leaning on the table, "I'm not calling you a lonely loser, but that's exactly what I'm calling you" Would I be too mean if I laugh at him? I shrug and let myself snort at his suggestion, Billy grabs my book out of my hands and throws it far on the table, out of my reach. Can't a girl just enjoy their free time for once? I turn to look at him. "Okay, I'm listening" He grins at my words choosing to ignore the annoyed tone that they came out with.

"Just don't want you throwing away your romantic life cause you prefer spending it with people who don't exist" I smirk, if he only knew, my heart beats quick, I try to ignore the burning feeling, we said to keep it secret "They are real" I chuckle at his stare, snickering trying to not burst out laughing I keep talking "they are real to mee" I slap my hand to my mouth if I'm going to laugh at least I will try to not be so loud for the library. "You're helpless" I follow Billy with my eyes trying to calm down from the big laugh, my tingles hurting from laughing too much. "Oh man if he only knew" I wipe a tear shaking my head, and standing up from my chair. Man, I really needed a good laugh. Look around the room, look around the room. I shift around for a bit trying to not act eager, and as a cartoon movie I slowly walk out the library, yes I am skipping so what?

Truth be told, Billy was far from the truth. Don't get me wrong, I love my fictional boyfriends, but I would never choose them over my fluffy ball of chaos and depression, Marcus, my boyfriend. I giggle when I think of him quickly wiping a face in front of my face to turn my expression into a more neutral one. Cool girl y/n, cool girl. Omg I could maybe start a band and get a bike? That's pretty cool girl style, right? I usually tend to get lost in my own thoughts, and I wonder how people saw me, I mean I was litterally just skipping down the hall my eyes unfocoused and looking around the walls, incohearent mumbles bouncing around me. Oh fuck I must look crazy to them. I shrug, eh who cares.

I'm not aware of how long it took me to reach the spot, our spot. Sure it was a big rock laying around but seeing it makes my stomach jumping with butterflies. I would totally twirl my hair and kick my feet with a giggle if it wasn't for what I saw. "What the actual fuck" I blink a couple times, Marcus sitting on our spot with a smiling Maria standing next to him. I mean, it's a public space, it's not like they're together locked up in a room, but why was she raising her hand to brush his hair back. Girl I get it, but his hair wasn't even messed up, why would someone even? Oh. Everything stops, and by everything I mean me, who was still aproaching them. Oh fuck she's flirting with him. I would tell you everything I thought in that moment, but I would be lying if I didn't say my brain was racing so fast not even I caught most of it. Yet I can explain how my body tenses, fingers tapping each other, the sun that suddenly looked brighter, the wind on the grass, the birds chirping, it's too much, their breaths, oh wait no, my breath, the one I can't control right now. I force myself to look at him, and I'm met with silence.

A peaceful silence that wraps around my body massaging the tension out of it. A comfort silence that fills my heart back to life. I've never been so happy to see my boyfriend's face filled with disgust. My boyfriend. As if a button was pressed my human body reacts again, walking back towards them. Towards our spot. It takes all strength within me to not laugh when Marcus pushes Maria's hand when she tries to touch him again. "Hi" They turn to look at my smiling face, and I'm sure I must have also pressed a button in Marcus cause he looks like he's about to call me his saviour. I'll tease him for that later, I could get some extra cuddles. Do I want to be mean? I mean Maria is kind of my friend as well, and my relationship with Marcus has been kept secret since it started. But a bit of teasing can't hurt, can it?

I savour every second every slow milimeter that I move my head to look at Maria as if it was sweet candy. My eyes widden in surprise and I make sure to pull the best smile I could muster. "Omg Maria you're here too!" I cheer giving her a tight hug giggling. "I swear I didn't even saw you, how's everything?" She frowns a bit looking side to side, but there's no camaras filming you, bestie, this is all real. I grab Marcus hand rubbing my thumb along it giving him a quick kiss on his cheek and a lovesick smile before turning back to look at Maria, head tilting as I wait for her answer. Fuck am I a bad person for enjoying her shocked face right now? I mean I'm training to kill people, but that's a whole different story, right? "What the fuck?" I chuckle when she speaks, covering my mouth with my hand. "Fuck did I messed up languages again? It's hard sometimes to realize" And I swear to God, I deserve to get a grammy for the self-pitying face I'm doing right now, I whine a bit selling the act, "I asked how you were doing, we haven't seen each other since thursday back in class" I smile at her leaning a bit closer to Marcus but not really whispering to ask him "That was in english, right?" He nods at me trying to hold his laugh when he sees my worried face, I sigh in relief looking back at Maria.

"I've been good," aaah, the sweet taste of confusion, "sorry it's just," she pauses again proably trying to understand what was going on, I'll give her that, she does look like gears are turning in her head to think right now, "it's just, are you two together?" Maria points at us, I gasp out in pure shock. Damn someone should just cast me already for a telenovela. "Oh my god!" I exclaim dropping Marcus' hand, "fuck babe I'm sorry I forgot we were keeping it a secret" I cover my face and groan, "fuck I'm sorry"

Cheeky bastard decides to finally speak, grabbing my hands out of my face and pulls me to stand in front of him. Fuck you Marcus Lopez Arguello, now I'm going to blush because of you. I melt when he cups my face into his hands and chuckles shifting his mouth into a smirk. "It's okay Love, it was bound to be known someday, it's not your fault" He ruffles my hair and if it weren't cause I'm in my acting era I would have already glared at him for daring to mess with my hairstyle. "I'll get-" Maria doesn't even finish her words before she darts out towards the main building, and I can't help but wonder if she felt bad for flirting with someone taken (which has never stopped her before) or if she was already telling everyone in school (which if I'm honest, it's what I think was happening) I giggle once she's out of sight turning back to face Marcus.

"Don't look at me like that" I allow myself to glare him this time, if I ignore my hear begging to kiss him I can act mad at him right? "Like what?" "With a big smile, it makes you look too cute, not fair, making me want to kiss you and everything. Also how dare you!" I exclaim, I migh not be an actress, but I am dramatic, I try to make my hair look good again, "I come in here, looking cute as fuck, my hair giving everything it needs to give, and you go and ruffle it that's not fair like-" This motherfucker kisses me.

I mean who am I to reject a kiss from him? Specially when he still tastes like today's desert we had for lunch, now I want icecream again. I love when he kisses me, but I hate how he knews how much it affects me. I surrender to him, not being able to pull away, not wanting to pull away. He quiets down my brain, so much it's concerning, each time after my brain powers on post-Marcus effect, I consider calling my psychiatrist to test him, this can't be human, he can't be real, am I going crazy or does he share the same effects my pills do. Don't tell this to my psychiatrist, but his effect works even better, it might not help me concentrate but I love the quiet silence that fills my brain. He pulls away, and I add it to another reason as to why I hate Marcus; He's so perfect, and I'm so desperate for him.

"You're hot when you're jealous" It takes me a couple seconds to react to his words, I was being for real, post-Marcus effect lingers for a bit before I regain control of myself. "I wouldn't call it jealousy" He rolls his eyes smiling, licking the corner of his mouth and I just know it's cause of his ego being filled up, he raises an eyebrow challenging me to explain myself. I start speaking a couple of times trying to defend myself, but pause before a single word can come out. I throw my head back groaning before dropping it on his shoulder, burrying myself in his shirt, relaxing at his sweet smell. "Okay, I was jealous, but I don't think it quite was that" He humms and I giggle when I feel his neck vibrate to produce the sound, "my head was turn between wanting to run away and cry, and the other part was begging me, screaming at me to just punch her away from you" I raise my head just as he rubs my waist up and down, shivering when it got a bit too low, curse the tickles. He looks into my eyes, but doesn't force mines to be on his, he knows I'm listening. "Love, you know how much I love you, right?" His voice is so soft it could put a baby to sleep, I adore it.

"You're amazing, you're sweet," he kisses my forhead, "you're funny" he kisses the tip of my nose, "you're a pure soul trapped in a hellhole" I chuckle even with my eyes slightly watering, he keeps going, "you're so loving, you're so lovable, you're so much that fuck if it wasn't cause I really, really, want to say something else, I could be here all day. You're enough" he kisses my lips, I taste my tears. "how did you know?" I plead him, he ruffles my hair. "that you were feeling insecure? Cause I'm the best boyfriend ever" I can't argue with that, I think to myself as he kisses me again after a soft laugh.

He grabs my hands, a tight embrace resembling those of sweet love stories. "I love you," he whisps melting inside my eyes. "I love you," I reply whising to whoever was listening for this moment to never end.

"YOU FUCKING BITCH HOW DARE YOU NOT TELL ME-?!" Billy shouts.

[mcu-coworkers]

Repairs

Summary: After some time apart and the right timing, Kylian decides to repair the damage he's done by all means necessary.

Pairings: Kylian Mappen x reader

Warnings: None really :\

A/n: wow its been a while very sorry to the person who requested this I cannot figure out how to respond to the tag but here it is I hope you love it! xx

Pt.2

What was once a cozy night away from the rainy weather of Paris quickly turned into one of the most painful nights you ever experienced in your life. That night was supposed to be about rekindling your relationship and reminding Kylian that there was still something worth fighting for here. But instead you were hit like a slap in the face with the reality that it was far from salvageable, and you didn't know where you both went so wrong.

“You ready, girly?”  suddenly snapped out of your thoughts by your friend you put on a small smile hoping she hadn't been standing there for long

“Oh, yeah  I‘m just fixing this piece that won’t stay down.” you said pretending to be focused on a strand of your hair.

“Y/n.” she said while reaching for the hair that was perfectly fine where it was.

“Yes?” you asked back looking at her through the mirror.

“Just because he’s in New York around the same time we are doesn't mean we're going to bump into him at the launch party. It’s a launch party. The list is limited!” she said, trying to reason with your anxious thoughts.

She was your best friend alright.

In a way she was right, it's just that when you saw those pictures of him in times square going around the day you landed you’d been on edge.

Keeping posts to a minimum, no locations, and definitely no notifications to avoid all the speculating comments asking if you two were back together or not.

“ I   guess you're right B, it's just that  I   worked so hard to be better after he left and part of that is because  I   managed to stay as far away as possible.” you said taking this moment you had alone to vent to her before you were surrounded in a club.

Sighing, your friend pulled you up and started walking you to the exit of the hotel room.

“Honey,  I   promise you everything is going to be just fine.” She said smiling when you finally decided to let all your worries go and smile with her.

----At the launch party----

You’d  had a couple drinks to help ease the nerves and so far they were helping.

As you were greeting a couple of other guests you heard a familiar voice come from behind you, “Y/N!”

Trying not to look like a deer frozen in headlights, you turned around and came face to face with Hiba, Achrafs wife.

You hadn't seen her or any of the wags since you left Paris months ago, only texting here and there but keeping it short to avoid any mentions of her husband's best friend.

“Oh my god hi!” was all you could muster to get out at the moment holding on to the hope that he wasn't here.

The more the small talk grew the more anxious you became and it got worse when Achraf walked up.

Yup, he was definitely here too.

“Y/n! How’s my favorite smartass!” he said bear hugging you in the process.

You couldn't help but laugh, he was always so full of joy and jokes.

Pulling away Achraf moved to the side and low and behold there he was.

As much as you wanted to turn away and pretend like you didn't see him you mustered up all your positive energy and walked up to him and gave him the kindest greeting in the world.

“Hi Ky, It's nice to see you.” you said, sneaking in the scent of his cologne, you missed that scent.

“You look beautiful Y/n, It's really nice to see you too.” he said with a small smile playing on his lips a bit taken back you’d been so nice to him.

He wrapped his hands around your waist and pulled you in tightly, almost like the way he used to.

Before you got lost in that world again you pulled his arms off you gently, smiled and turned back to Hiba.

Luckily for you someone called you away at that exact moment.

“It was really nice seeing you guys, we should catch up next time you guys are in!” you said and you glanced one last time at Kylian with a small nod and a smile before you were off.

Finally you released that breath of air you didn't even know you were holding and put on a smile for the rest of the guests.

As the night went on you shared stolen glances with Kylian although you tried to pretend you couldn't feel his intense stare on you every time a male approached you for longer than five seconds.

Finally, you felt like you had your fill of people and decided it was time to find a lonely balcony until your friend was ready to go.

At last you were able to find one with a nice bench that had zero strangers having makeout sessions on it.

Sitting down you admired the cold night full of shining lights and people walking, having the time of their lives.

Oh to be worry free.

“Stuffy?” you heard a voice startling you.

“ I  am so sorry  I   should have knocked or something.” Kylian said, stumbling over his own words.

“No no it's okay  I   was just really fixed on the lights  I   didn't even hear you walk up. Sit, please.” you said realizing you sounded a little demanding you looked away to hide your blush.

Quietly he sat beside you and looked straight ahead not wanting to do anything to make you uncomfortable.

“How have you been?” he asked, breaking the tense silence.

“Good! Yeah, good. Focusing on the family business you know? And you?” you asked back, still focusing on the lights.

“Good PSG is staying on top, it keeps me busy.” he said looking down at his hands frowning.

This wasn't right. And he wanted to make it right.

“I'm sorry.” he whispered, finally looking at you.

It was then that he took in just how beautiful you looked. Your skin glowing, hair long and soft, but the look in your eyes was dull no matter how big you tried to smile.

And he knew why.

“What?” you asked caught off guard finally looking at him.

And for the first time you actually looked into his eyes and you saw the same look you saw that night only this felt different.

Now it didn't feel like there was a wall between you two.

“You didn't deserve that from me, from anyone, ever.” he started.

“No ky, you don't have-” you began but were quickly cut off.

“No  I do because  I haven't been able to live with myself since  I  left that night,  I   was in a bad place with PSG, with my friends, and with myself and instead of letting you in  I  pushed you away and took it all out on you and for that  I   am really sorry Y/n.” he said putting his hand on your knee.

Tears began brimming your eyes, this was the Kylian you fell for two years ago.

He opened up and showed you who he was behind the cameras and the tabloids.

“Ky,  I forgave you the minute it was over.” you whispered, raising your hand to his chin.

“ I don't want it to be over anymore.  I  hate that word.” he said leaning into your touch.

“ I   wish it were that easy, Ky, but what you did hurt me a lot.” you said pulling your hand away.

There was no way you would allow him in that easily after working so hard to find your inner peace again.

“Mon amour, please” he whispered, feeling his heart begin to beat faster.

What if you never took him back? He was already a sliver away from becoming part of the one percent that looked at your social media pages constantly if he wasn't already.

He couldn't live with just the bits of your life shared on social media. He wanted to be a part of those posts.

“Friends?” you asked, smiling a genuine smile for the first time in a while. Holding your pinky for him to accept.

Taking what he could get he accepted.

Leaning in closer to you and taking your pinky in his he chucked.

“Friends.” he said looking down at your lips leaning in closer by the second.

All restraints flying out the window you whispered, “We’re not gonna be friends.”

“Nope.” he finished closing the gap and pulling you in making sure you’d never slip away again.

Pulling away you did have one question for him.

“How did you get in here?” you asked curiously.

“ My name was on the list?” he said in more of a questioning tone.

“The list that  I   made?” you asked, trying to hold in your laughter, this was your launch party after all.

Lost for words Kylian hid his face and cuddled himself into the crook of your neck.

“The security guard was a big fan and  I dragged Achraf and Hiba here when  I saw Bianca's story.” He said casually as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

Unable to hold in your laughter any longer you bursted into a laughing fit imagining Kylian stalking social media pages to find you.

Instead of making a snarky remark you just smiled and held on to him tightly embracing the peaceful silence and your new found “friend.”

[myfanstories]

Where's Bob?! (part 2)

pairing: Bradley (Rooster) Bradshaw x fem!reader (callsign: Cheetah), dagger squad x platonic!reader

read part 1 here

Read part 3 here

Summary: The gang is slowly starting to puzzle together the pieces of the crazy night they had together but they still cant find an answer to the most important question... where's Bob??!!

A/N: part 2!! Thanks for the love on part 1 guys :)) next part is gonna be the last part where the main question will finally be answered! Enjoy xx feedback always appreciated

Trigger warnings for alcohol, some swear words, alluding to smut, smoking, nudity // English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes

Slightly wincing, you placed your third empty shotglass down and turned around to Jake who handed you another one "Oh god" you quickly downed it as you closed your eyes, shaking your head as you felt the liquor burn down your throat "I love tequila" you breathed out, voice strained as Jake slammed his shot glass down on the bar "I love you" he slurred, eyes slowly opening and closing. You pouted placing a hand on your chest, affected by drunk Hangman's words "I love you too" "No I love you Cheetah" his finger pointed to you as you copied his movements, raising your finger to him as you used your other hand to support yourself "No but like Hangman, I love you" he looked at you for a second, eyes slightly crossed as he suddenly moved forward. You let out a loud yelp as you were thrown over Jake's shoulder. He dragged you back to the dancefloor to the rest of the squad "Rooster, I love your girlfriend man" placing you back on your feet in front of him you couldnt help but stumble back, hitting someone in the chest with your back in the process. You turned around and let out a loud gasp as you saw Bob standing behind you "Bob" your hand bawled up in a fist around the fabric of his shirt as you pulled him closer "I love you" you said and he smiled, swaying a little from left to right "I love you too, I love all of you" he yelled out the last part and you cheered, throwing your arms around your boyfriend and Bob "Group hug!" Phoenix yelled out and soon you were all laughing like crazy as the group made one big pile, everyone holding onto someone... best night of our lives

“I’m just saying, Phoenix and Cheetah making out after that group hug… hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life” for that comment alone Rooster threw his empty water bottle at Jake’s head “Okay guys focus, what happened after we left the next club”

“I bet you a box of chicken nuggets right now you cant win in a fight against me” you stopped dead in your tracks, raising your eyebrows at Coyote “Oh yeah?” you puffed out your chest a little “You’re on mister” Rooster lost his balance for a second as he stepped of the sidewalk, 3 bags of McDonalds in his left arm and carrying Phoenix on his back while supporting her with his right “I got everything guys, I g- OW DAMN” Coyote’s body was slammed into the ground as soon as you placed your arm around his shoulder, another around his waist and tackled him to the floor as you put your feet infront of his legs “Go baby!” Rooster yelled, stuffing his mouth with fries. As Coyote went down, he managed to pull you down with him making you scrape your knees on the asphalt in the process. You rolled on your back and let out a painful huff before looking at Coyote, who was supporting a drunk smile “Get me my freaking chicken nuggets you little bitch”

You looked at the 3 empty bags of Mcdonalds that were spread around the room and you pointed at them “We brought the Mcdonalds here, so there cant be too much time between that and us booking the hotel” You said and Phoenix nodded “Exactly, but was Bob with us at that time?” She asked and you shrugged, rubbing the side of your head “For all we know, he’s dead somewhere!” “Oh dont be so dramatic” Jake said and if Phoenix could shoot lasers out of her eyes, he truly would be dead “Hangman, he doesnt have his phone which means no one can reach him and he cant reach us… he doesnt have his glasses and I dont know if you’ve noticed… but without them he’s FUCKING LEGALLY BLIND” Coyote held Bob’s broken glasses in front of his eyes and winced “Yeah that bitch cant see shit without them… how in the hell did he pass the military exam?!”

It was now nearing 4am, still drunk out of your minds. Phoenix was leaning up against the window of the nightshop, holding on for dear life as the world slowly started spinning for her. Coyote was sat on the ground, head in his hands. A door opening up next to her shook them awake again as the little bell above said door let out a rinkle “Okay, I got everything I think” Rooster said and reached into the plastic bag “I feel 20 again” Phoenix chuckled as she opened up the packet of Camel cigarettes, popping one into her mouth and handing one over to you “Thanks babe” you reached into your totebag to find your lighter and lit the cigarette, handing it to Phoenix who offered a cigarette to Jake. He shook his head and held up the vape Rooster gave him “A vape? Really?” You laughed and he took a drag, blowing out the smoke in your face “Strawberry kiwi baby” Coyote opened the bottle of whiskey and took a sip “Okay, where to next?” He asked and you all looked at each other “The beach!”

You scanned around the room, checking your bag one last time to see if you really didnt forget anything in your hotelroom before closing the door behind you “You good babe?” you looked at your boyfriend who looked quite disheveled with his hair a mess and you reached up to fix it a little. He placed his hand on your back and rubbed it lightly “I’m sorry” he said and you tilted your head a little “What are you sorry for?” he shrugged his shoulders “You didnt wanna come out last night but you went for me and now we cant find Bob… And if I just respected your wishes of staying at home you wouldnt be stuck in this stupid situation with us” you smiled and cupped his chin “Dont ever apologize to me for something like that again okay. I could have went home after the Hard Deck but I stayed because I was having an amazing time with you guys.” You kissed his lips gently and he nodded “Okay… lets go find Bob” you walked towards the elevator where the rest of the squad was waiting for you guys and let out a small laugh, you all looked really pathetic right now. Jake still wearing your sunglasses, Phoenix had Roosters hoodie on with the hood over her head and eyes so small you were beginning to question if she could even see, Coyote was using his arms as support against the wall as he dry heaved a little with a bag ready in his hand in case it was needed and you still wearing Roosters boxers since your pants were literally nowhere to be found.

“I dont like to say this, but do you guys think we’re too old for this shit?” Jake asked as the elevator doors opened, making you all step inside of it. Rooster pressed the floor button and sighed “I’ve had some big hangovers in my life before, but this one triumphs every single one of them” he answered. The elevator came to a stop as you reached the lobby of the hotel “Who even paid for that room anyway?” You asked “Oh god, did we even pay?” You whisper yelled and before anyone could answer a woman at the front desk greeted you “Ah Captain Mitchell, hope you had a good stay at the hotel! You can drop of the key here and once again, big thanks for the generous donation. I didnt know the military was that free with their money but thanks anyway” confusion riddled through your body as the woman stared at Rooster, who blinked mindlessly before deciding to play along “oh- Oh! No problem ma’am. Do you by chance have a receipt from the donation? We always keep them” she nodded and typed away on her computer before walking to the printer, grabbing the piece of paper and handing it over to Rooster “I scanned it in yesterday, but here’s a copy! Once again, I hoped you guys enjoyed your stay and we hope to see you soon. Thank you all for your service to this country” you quickly grabbed the piece of paper and your eyes moved to the bottom of the document, Jake leaned over your shoulder to read it with you and you two looked at each other in utter shock before turning to Rooster “Bradley Bradshaw… you are in so much trouble” you laughed, since it seemingly was the only thing you could do right now. You handed the piece of paper to Coyote and he and Phoenix read it to before they turned their head to Rooster so fast “You put Mav’s credit card information up as payment?” Rooster swallowed hard “I’m so dead” Phoenix turned back to the lady at the front desk “Excuse me, when we arrived here last night.. was it just us checking in?” She looked at the five of you and nodded “Yes, well you looked a little different since you had your regular glasses on but I’m 100% sure it was just you guys” all the heads turned to Jake “Glasses?” He asked, slightly dipping the sunglasses so that they were balancing on the tip of his nose “Yes and if I may… I know serial killer glasses are all the hype right now but I think you look better without them” she winked at him and went back to typing on the computer “Excuse me, hi-sorry” Jake said and the woman looked up again, this time slightly annoyed “Did I happen to say what my name was?” she scanned the group, hand on her waist as she sighed “You said your name was Bob”

As you made your way out of the hotel you guys quickly realized the only way to get back home was to walk alongside the beach and somewhere along the way you guys decided to walk towards te water for a second. “Okay so we know Bob wasnt with us went we booked the hotel room but then where did we lose him?” Walking in silence, you let the sun radiate on your body and you slowly started to feel yourself truly come back alive again “Uh Cheetah?” Coyote asked and you looked up at the boy, taking a sip from your water bottle “Arent those your pants?” he picked up a pair of black trousers that were covered in sand and showed them to you “What? Let me see” you whisked them out of his hands “They are? How did they get here” Jake snapped his fingers, pointing to you “We went skinny dipping!”

You were leaning against Roosters chest and in between his legs as he supported his weight on his arms, keeping him up. Sitting in a tiny circle, Phoenix had her head in Jake’s lap and Coyote was set next to them with his legs crossed “I think this is one of the best nights I’ve ever had… the squad missed out on this one I’ll tell you that” Rooster said and the group agreed “We’re so far away from home tho… how will we get home?” Phoenix yawned and Jake took another sip of the bottle of whiskey the group was sharing “There’s a hotel right there, maybe if we’re lucky we can still get a room” Jake said, you noticed the sky was slowly coming back alive again and scanned the waves crashing the shore when suddenly an idea came to mind “Have you guys ever gone skinny dipping?” You asked with raised eyebrows, the group looked at each other.. tension building up and Coyote was the first one up, running to the water. You quickly jumped up, dragging Rooster up with you as Phoenix and Jake started running to the water as well. Your laughs echoed loudly in the air as you began removing your clothes. You saw Coyote’s bare ass jump into the ocean, his clothes ditched a little too close to the water. Jake pulled of his shirt, threw it away and started jumping out of his pants. Phoenix’s bra flew in the air and yours followed. Soon you were all naked in the water, swimming around and splashing each other with ocean water. A pare of hands found its way around your waist and you turned around facing Rooster. You quickly wrapped your arms around his neck and legs around his waist as he swam you guys out a little further into the ocean, away from the 3 other aviators “You know, we can fuck like literally right now and nobody will know” he said and you just leaned in, kissing him hard. He took this as a sign to position himself better against you and a moan slipped out of your mouth as he slowly but surely slipped inside of you. A slight smile crept against your face as you held him close, the rest of the squad blissfully unaware of what was happening a little further into the ocean

“How do we explain to the rest of the group that we lost Bob” after walking a good hour, you saw the hard deck closing in on you in the distance “How do I explain I booked a hotel room under Mav’s name?!” Rooster fired back “One problem at a time buddy” Jake patted Roosters back, jogging up ahead to catch up with Coyote who was already on the steps up to the entrance of the cafe. The sun was now really starting to annoy you and all you wanted was atleast 2 liters of water, a cold shower and 5 days of sleep. Out of breath, you followed the rest of the squad up the stairs and braced yourself as you entered the same bar it all started last night. Upon entering, heads turned in your direction “What the hell guys?! I was this close to sending a search party for you guys” Payback yelled and Coyote moved towards him, putting a finger to Payback’s mouth and sushing him “We are not yelling today” he then moved to the bar where Penny was observing the 5 dead looking aviators “Water… ice cold dear Penny” Coyote whimpered, his voice barely above a whisper as he placed his head on top of the bar and covered it with his arms “Rooster!” A firm voice sounded from behind them and they turned around, facing a clearly pissed off Maverick “Mav look we can explain” You said and Mav shot a deadly glance to you “I want an explanation… now!” He said and you all looked at each other, no one daring to speak up before eventually you did “Mav, we’re so sorry” the bathroom door opened, but you paid no mind to it as you struggled to find the right words. Phoenix on the other hand let herself get distracted and turned to the person entering the bar from the bathroom “I’m so sorry Mav… but we lost-“

“BOB?!”

To be continued...

[xxplaugexx]

Oh, Baby!

a/n; hi hello! this came out nowhere! xx

synopsis; when you get accidentally pregnant your team comes through to help you through these trying times

pairings; the 141 x afab!reader (platonic) simon "ghost" riley x afab!reader (slightly less platonic)

warnings; pregnancy, religious trauma (only if you squint fr), slight angst

part 2 (coming soon)

"No..." I look down at the device in my hand. "No, no, no, NO! FUCK!" Tears burn in my eyes as I stare down at the positive pregnancy test.

I take my birth control every day. I wore a condom when I hooked up with that guy, but of course, that 0.01% had to come back to bite me.

I was in my room at the base. Someone would come to check on me at some point. I really didn't want anyone to, but I never got what I asked for.

Clearly.

The first person to check on me was Price.

The captain knocked on my door five minutes after I had finished screaming and crying my eyes out.

"Come in," I said weakly. My voice was hoarse, and I didn't trust myself to say more than a few words at a time.

The door opened and I looked towards him. "I'm sorry about the screaming."

He shakes his head, waves it off, and comes to sit next to me on the floor. I look over at him. "Are you going to be able to sit down here, old-timer? Won't your knees lock up?"

Price chuckles. "I think I'll manage, kid." We sit in silence for a few moments before he speaks up. "Do you want to talk about it?"

I shake my head. "There's nothing to talk about. I'm pregnant. I don't want to be. End of story."

Price nods slowly. "I get it. But you know, there are options..."I cut him off, "I can't have an abortion, Price."

Price gives me a sympathetic look. "Why not?"

"If my family found out...my mom, specifically. She's the most anti-abortion woman you'll ever meet..." I look over at him. "I'm alone in this."

Price puts a hand on my shoulder. "You're not alone. You have us. You have me. And we'll do whatever we can to support you."

I nod slowly, tears still streaming down my face. "Thank you, Price."

He gives me a small smile. "Of course, kid. That's what family is for." We sit in silence for a few more minutes before he stands up. "I'll let you get some rest. But if you need anything, anything at all, you come find me, okay?"

I nod, grateful for his support. As he leaves, I can't help but feel a small glimmer of hope in the darkness surrounding me.

The next person to arrive was Johnny. He didn't bother knocking; he barged into my room and slammed the door roughly behind him. He plopped down on the floor next to me. It seemed he didn't even realize I was upset until he looked at me.

His eyebrows knit together. "Whoa...are you alright, dove?"

I just shake my head, unable to speak. Johnny puts a hand on my back and rubs it soothingly. "Whatever it is, we'll get through it together. I've got you, okay?"

I nod, grateful for his presence. He leans his head back against the wall, and we sit in silence for a few moments. "You wanna talk about it?" he finally asks.

I take a deep breath. "I'm pregnant."

Soap's eyes widen in surprise and then soften with understanding. "Oh...? That's... that's a lot."

"I don't know what to do," I admit, feeling lost.

Johnny shakes his head. "Yeah, me neither. I've never been pregnant."

I chuckle at his comment. "Yeah, I suppose you're not very helpful."

He nods. "Who's the daddy?"

"Some guy from the pub, I guess."

He thinks for a moment. "The one with the neck tattoo?"

"That's the one..."

"Didn't Ghost tell you not to go home with him?"

"Ghost tells me not to do a lot of things... I should probably start listening to him." I sigh.

Johnny rubs my back again. "We'll figure it out. We always do. But right now, you need to take care of yourself. You need to eat something and get some rest."

I nod, grateful for his care and concern. "Thanks, Soap."

"Of course, dove. That's what family is for," Johnny says. We sit in silence for a few more minutes before he stands up. "I'll leave you to it. But if you need anything, anything at all, come find me, okay?"

I nod, feeling a little bit better with Johnny by my side.

He finally leaves after a few minutes, and I'm not alone for long before Gaz walks in. I smile up at him. "Hi, Gaz."

"Hey sis..." he sits on the bed behind me. "Price told me."

I take a deep breath and nod, tears still streaming down my face. "Yeah, I'm pregnant."

Gaz looks at me sympathetically. "I'm sorry."

I lean my head back against the wall and close my eyes, feeling overwhelmed and scared. "I don't know what to do..."

Gaz puts a hand on my shoulder. "We'll figure it out together. We always do." I open my eyes and look at him, grateful for his support.

He gives me a small smile. "But for now, let's get you something to eat and make sure you're taking care of yourself."

"Why is everyone trying to feed me?" I look over at him.

Gaz raises an eyebrow. “Cause everyone likes food.”

I nod in agreement, looking down at the test in my hand.

Kyle looks up at the door before turning back to me. "Mess hall in 30."

I nod with a bit of confusion. When Kyle leaves the room, Ghost walks in and closes the door behind him. He sits down next to me. I look down, not ready to hear his disappointment.

"Hi, Simon..." I sniffle and refuse to make eye contact with him. He grabs me and wraps his arms around me, pulling me into a hug.

I bury my face into his chest and sob. "I'm so sorry," I whisper.

Ghost pulls back and looks at me. "Why are you apologizing?"

"I...I don't know. I just feel like I let you down, like I let everyone down."

Ghost strokes my hair and wipes away the tears on my cheeks. "You didn't let anyone down. Accidents happen. We'll figure this out."

He pulls me back into a hug and I let myself melt into his arms. "I'm scared," I admit.

"I know, love. But we'll get through this together. I promise."

I nod, feeling a little better with him holding me. "Thank you, Simon, for being here."

"Always." We sit in silence for a few more minutes before he stands up. "Are you hungry?"

I shake my head. "Everyone's trying to feed me. I'm not that hungry."

Ghost chuckles. "Well, we can't have you and the baby starving, can we?" He stands up and pulls me up with him. "Let's go get some food."

I sigh as he pulls me out of my room and into the mess hall.

a/n; ngl, i kinda hate this, but i also already have plans for a second part so like...lemme know if you want that <3

[luxurychristmaspudding]

Ooooh hi could I please hear about Closer/Crawl (Jackson!Joel x reader)? 💕

Omg, of course!!!!

P.S. I love your work - you are such a talented creator!! <3333

‘I didn’t have a duty to you. We weren’t friends. You weren’t my woman. You were just a sad, lost, lonely little girl who couldn’t keep her fuckin’ hands to herself.'

‘How dare you. How dare you tell me how I felt when you have no idea what it was like to watch you parade around with Tess and have you look at me like I was shit on your shoe. How dare you tell me I didn’t love you when I lied and lied and did everything you asked me to. When I would have laid myself down at your feet and begged you to take me, to help me - and when I did, you turned your back like you couldn’t stand the fuckin’ sight of me.’

So the rough idea is that reader and Joel meet again in Jackson, six years after reader vanished from the Boston QZ.

They had a tumultuous and volatile relationship during that time, and Closer/Crawl would be the resolution(ish) of all that unresolved tension and emotion. They had an unconventional payment system for trading (mostly meds), and Joel was King Dick of Asshole Mountain until it was too late. Very much a kind of - if you had one more chance to talk about it, what would be said?

I think it'd be interesting to see how their previous dynamic switches as a result of him softening because of Ellie and reader having experienced more of the world. And it'd bring me some kind of perverse pleasure to see Joel get put through the wringer for not treating reader right lol.

Eek - anyway, thank you very much for asking!!! And ask away if you have anymore questions hehe xx

Nothing but Joel and snow and ice for miles around.

You could die out here and never be found. No one would ever know a whisper of your death.

And that, really, is why you had to go. The heaviness of grief - of not knowing, of knowing. All that you'd seen, all you had not.

What happened to that sweet older man with the crows feet around his kind eyes, who used to serve your family at the Italian restaurant downtown? Did he make it? You grandparents, the other side of the state - how long did they last, waiting on your dad’s promise to come and get them, holed up in their tiny house, waiting for the apocalypse to end? The sweet, blonde haired girl you went to school with, who always had a spare hair tie, who impressed you with her cat cartoons - where was she now? Your cousins, who you spent every Christmas with - had they teared around your house, up and down the stairs, outside - had they tried to find you? Did they wonder what had happened? Come to your broken doorstep years later to try and piece together the mystery of this torn up family, these torn up people, fallen to their knees and wept because they’d also felt so alone?

Of what happened to your mom, locked up in the bathroom of the home you fled, her screeches and screams, the thump of her body against the door?

Being alive in this world means to feel too much. It bears down heavy on your chest so hard most days you struggle to breathe. Every single day of the last 20 years has burned and suffocated and stretched on like drowning.

[racersoph]

Winter Whisper

Charles Leclerc x Y/N

Charles surprises you with a gingerbread house during winter xx

AN: This is my first time writing sorry if it is not the best xx

The winter night was cold and crisp, the air filled with the enchanting scent of snow. Y/N sat by the fireplace, wrapped in a warm blanket, lost in the pages of a captivating book. The crackling of burning logs and the occasional gusts of wind outside created a cozy atmosphere that seemed to embrace you in its soothing embrace.

As you turned another page, a sudden knock on the door disrupted the tranquil evening. Startled, they rose from the chair and approached the entrance, wondering who could be visiting on such a chilly night. Upon opening the door, your eyes widened in surprise as Charles stood there, his breath visible in the cold air.

"Hey," Charles greeted with a warm smile, his cheeks rosy from the winter chill. "I was passing by and thought I'd drop by. Mind if I come in?"

Your heart skipped a beat, but they managed to stammer, "Of course, Charles! Come in, it's freezing out there."

Charles stepped inside, bringing a gust of cold air with him. You closed the door, and they both found themselves standing in the cozy living room. The contrast between the winter's bite and the warmth inside was palpable.

"I was just reading," you explained, gesturing toward the book on the table.

"That sounds nice," Charles replied. "But I was thinking we could do something together. You know, make the most of this winter night."

A mischievous glint sparkled in Charles' eyes, and you couldn't help but be intrigued. "What did you have in mind?" they asked.

Charles reached into a bag he was carrying and pulled out a gingerbread house kit. "How about we bake some gingerbread men?" he suggested, a playful grin on his face.

Your eyes lit up with excitement. "That sounds amazing! I didn't expect you to show up with baking supplies."

"Well, I've been practicing my baking skills," Charles admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "And I thought it would be fun to do it together."

As you two set up the ingredients on the kitchen counter, laughter filled the air. The cozy kitchen became a hub of activity, with flour dusting the air and the sweet aroma of spices enveloping them. Charles and you worked seamlessly together, your hands moving in sync as they mixed, rolled, and shaped the gingerbread dough.

"Have you ever made gingerbread men before?" Charles asked, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

You chuckled, "Not really. I'm more of a novice in the kitchen."

"Don't worry," Charles reassured with a grin. "We'll make the best gingerbread men ever."

As the first batch of gingerbread men baked in the oven, Charles and you sat at the kitchen table, sipping on hot cocoa. The crackling of the fireplace and the sweet anticipation of their culinary creation filled the room.

Once the gingerbread men were done, you both decorated each one with colorful icing and candies. Laughter echoed through the kitchen as they crafted unique and whimsical designs, turning the simple cookies into edible masterpieces.

With the gingerbread men completed, Charles and Y/N sat back, admiring their handiwork. The aroma of freshly baked treats wafted through the air, leaving a trail of sweetness and happiness.

"I had a great time," Charles admitted, a genuine smile on his face.

"Me too," you agreed, feeling a warmth in their heart that surpassed the coziness of the fireplace. "Thanks for making this winter night so special."

As you both savored the gingerbread men you had created together, the winter night whispered tales of laughter, warmth, and unexpected connections. And in that cozy kitchen, amidst the flickering candlelight and the delightful aroma of freshly baked cookies, a friendship bloomed, destined to withstand the chill of any winter to come.

[libidomechanica]

True, and never soulful phrases, brilliant wide

A limerick sequence

               I

I would be a bed the she life, climbing snapp’d without passee’ and the woman.    One strength dividing, from    its this, and clear. True, and never soulful phrases, brilliant wide.

               II

And there I throat shall summon Sense. The blue, silvery dusky groves though in    their imaginary    with a lost your pillows of what’s faces and creeping; but breath!

               III

Torch but to the lately been is dressed, but a page of what to the Dutch fledge.    If their planet’s goblet:    she will on pride the field, and since ghosts of mutual and flies.

               IV

Never little lisper is suspect, whose whole. Broken he doubt in our sins    bob their she breezy sky,    that written, love the gate and strike dying. Her eyes; that she wing.

               V

And as light. Like a little brough, of flowers grew, from she ev’n the day, alas!    Was a scorn to a    dash’d the very banks, how darkener of ioy, where, the ocean.

               VI

At this pass with alley. Of bedded slumber; and free, but much, enthraldom    sings inster, I shalt sit    will track’d on the promise through were we may enterpart or no.

               VII

Lay among this quick beats you the plowboy is curl’d first yet. They say of tale    age instant with her—but    mind. And the cries, seem an ever. And fly to understood sex.

               VIII

The ornament, play. I, nor not only to countiful&carved foreverend    Rodomont Precisian    wrecks; and less as a boy at chimneys of ioy, why shown tops?

               IX

The glow, that general stay, Miss O’Tabby, and maiden day arising, conjure    to do? Literary    radian such a tattoos into a Midwife, show we speak.

               X

The dreams the lake, and drops rising in his side. She wood as a grand infant    round elbow, which is dead    out the branching aymes came face—but not. Or turn’d hardly heart.

               XI

It preach’d on the creatures no repay. Knowing a party, At this heart which    The white, his never write    to Lambrosial cash bereft, nor give me sleep are has he love.

               XII

Three perfect of knowledged myself grow off sometimes shining resign; and    act of bounty from the    gave me than more could achieve no voice wilful twilights my lad.

               XIII

A signal-flag; and plunder noble lodged—throughts arise, shall keep and temptied    then, and tenderness? Those    symmetrical, also this such as speckled third, across-grain’d.

               XIV

Her vision see, as the bastard in our deeds?—How the wind, where were much fled,    and both too soothe year. I    know, by bidding in the gate-end, extincture of all this eye?

               XV

With my own rain, yet looks and Lords and look’d up the first to make of mind: thus    spake. Human claimed his for    I grow together teeming the grained present shaken withdrew.

               XVI

You make my hope beyond thus, which that is perhaps no doubt of melodious    and enormous wake    us marting years to stems our body die. A rose, and sigh.

               XVII

Lives ghostlike ship divine back, the was Ralph had laws, could stand are, I’m sure is    so, who refuse to let    the sage, too, I am the same. Strengthen went birds in mildness!

               XVIII

Of the brance look for some of the dust we lease, not only now deduce the    skies who neither; just still!    To given across it and Stellaes her neck unto our search’d.

               XIX

Bedded rocks of love: its qualified all is the man’s stars she says sounds force,    yet wast stays brine. Indeed    of palmy life like to terror, as never said it, the heard.

               XX

How she halls, a tumultuous wit, making to bleeds and perfection’? And    whilst throat. Till last to breathing    o’er the free the patrons the bird sorts which brough thunder-lip.

               XXI

See her golden can tea! There, thine own will planet wi’ a new-found there gullet    should noted we wilder    rais’d away all she had take. Footsteps fortune late progress’d.

               XXII

Were going of the spirit frankind. As nonsense swell; till person, which keep    into base? All day like    in vaine heart to this they find no more slip away, sprinkles curls.

               XXIII

And farmer’s feet to pass’d away! The naked story of his rage out and    uninspired of planet    wi’ her lovely take religion of all weep; and we shoot.

               XXIV

Ear than if to lose most destinging. I say, as them. Should pensill lady.    Dante within my soft    sin intentment light. Ye with truth,—the very one. It’s antic.

               XXV

Muses of hooks question,—all the your old as to join. Were is fair; the might    like Jewels pebbles in the    bastard songs all unseen unto lose chieftain of a column.

               XXVI

Sweet love all the made accused then the tasted leap’d with the views, howsoe’er, my    servented his earth until    a gentle beauteous as determined been her the woman.

               XXVII

No mean, and with a long look up from Arabian. And there shepherds are    full: we cannot death, but    the bastard soule opprest, being spirit, the first day! Whither.

               XXVIII

I writhin your baron tyrants, enkind, have I lo’ed her figure of Virgin-    treason, science, or    another an’ shape: tis the world? And tho’ your placed his hours out.

               XXIX

At length, but gentle spring, became fruit of jarring came thou alone for    any a hero’s can    restle to go on? See the your best intent twisted success.

               XXX

The resolve if human to remini he is Maud, Maud? What we men, the    fair, answered in my mountain    between us, like a crowned, i’d having his little.

               XXXI

Woman names a wailful glance, as many a fact, the blood well that darkening    rill! From powders are left,    and all the days out the friends. And Lo! We are not for some gall.

               XXXII

Few specimens yet no more the days is. For him hide in mountains he seem,    when Ionian stood as farre    to stammer childish plunder half cut the though tame,—and tincture.

               XXXIII

Last the pleasure. I things than lightly forgot, the cell, with river; so please—    beating throught that sweet face    in: from her seats in start but the native lark was anonym.

               XXXIV

From you to who day she good Sir Peter tary, and amid the hodge    porridges! And whisper with    Time than drew friendship, and later fingerings, and earthly wrecks?

               XXXV

Let compass, that outspreaded morbid! But let us light, is but love were    sometimes in the rest, or    harmless really and an arm is flourishing starry in dead.

               XXXVI

And armour, not the worlds breath! Brief into grove, and we have them breast was not    too near our wilt, but slipped    to clime, and disappear: thus seek for to hye and fair chieftain’d.

               XXXVII

Past or making, her visage to her be got up, whether how it creed, dead.    Not so adorn the peaches    for heart become gain’d rills. Move, a man, there bills, to thy fool.

               XXXVIII

And Cathers. Of his proud spite or lay- men, with gladly in drooping, scandal    doth made, on her mind station    was of blood war how small bury alone consolate brave.

               XXXIX

Or had breed from slaughty draught I, Morpheus slept, sad there, start but heart to close,    grave, and had Horace: his    horses have not. Twas trace with tall and under that frown witty.

               XL

But it in despatch! Think, a sign’d the mighty drinks and did not I have cheek    of all mock of men. Saw,    I might now, are ripe, let not, which enquire the moment see.

               XLI

Thou to this own he link be deep Passing. Juan, t is gone, and we would be    morning hovers, and little    each clusters, and yet— she hang limb, and I saw their mists all?

               XLII

With his pulse of my tear, shall legs weathed almost mind. And up and was mine    and wise have gaiety and    hath punched about to keep them apple, thou are most dear become.

               XLIII

If a fooled. I sat cost honey-whisper, or flesh o’ my could I read again    instinctures wait    that airy sweet some some body does with man but know, ere mind.

               XLIV

By sudden sit your back climb Aornus, and bulky way in whose who wastefully,    and truth wonder    willowy-bosom in ev’ry postboys love. Now one on me.

               XLV

Captain’s love left his foot our touch of dirty served; she myself, we’ll go, and    furrows the black e’e, yet    true. And thought. A little her friends; and with rivals of a wide.

               XLVI

The vessel both a volcano hold thy virgin; beauty’s coil: they beheld    an universe call rocks.    Without her Will you heroic in it might sky, a decay.

               XLVII

Eye and weeds your to-night: nor dead. And Lord, with tears of time that his added,    Blame or Early, like a    gold; or else contented on a new created snowball speak?

               XLVIII

But whence fire in the omen and long stray’d delayed face I saw hers, have just    your entangle scions with    their ruff too. Forbidden, lovely Rose,—tells than his style admir’d.

               XLIX

Farewell at even now all sudden neat, still enterwove by the earring    your little heaven? Tis    not in my small inheritage; and Phyllis be but we slew.

               L

Glory easily I things hymn’d by men; but only margaritable    the Lord graces of Sir    Ralph’s wife. My Muse some woo’d, unless Hosts the kill’d Saviour, notes; save.

               LI

With thought all the Neptune it: howe’er pause. Both dwell; she my visit us    much mourning rather walks    of manner., His baptized here most travellers, not their fellow.

               LII

In look aparted bliss; and haps the first in blasphemies. All the fire; full    twanging the chieftain kintry    instinct, not how, no carrior’s command of love, note the you!

               LIII

The orchest of a dreary days a placeman. Or not save listens our    hands to discourself! Under    a connection, its boughs, and Adam’s face; their own away.

               LIV

As death: mark me, the first beach her beloved angular intends, froze. My    saying; so pale, some we    sees now it never smooth Anthea laugh there. The heart, the dead.

               LV

And your best: but past. He the way let me slight, and young days, so sure they say    something to universal    dew fall lips: and the came to pass’d foe sues forget—in May.

               LVI

Manifold, nor skin, but let it greeting, before I reserved: the glow’d from    timeless darken! Lord Henry’s    will still, it is a giant as a crescended anguish.

               LVII

Look, a stay, sets to a wilder of your solace, disdain percharge. Earth, and    long ago hates, and falling    when hairs. Divine that stream enclosets dost their nature speak?

               LVIII

It has not them really decayed at all which rate. That overlet’s life’s    forgotten. And where overcome    from Livorno by this Arbour and now best on a pause!

               LIX

Crystal started upon a dreamed of lofty thus thralling Lilia woke    with neither raise bewray    it struck without the walls Ilion lay be should have been? And down.

               LX

And yet Juan angry sin is suspect with wineglass without still found their    virtue slut the costume.    As boyish lady still was more of golden remorse, and watch.

               LXI

’ So like house a fresh before, ’tis the apartment fare-thee-—yet shalt see the    time’s right! Glee would on this    was and Osiris the sits, and so that the little joy it.

               LXII

When your cheek hath a mine; ’ both in youth and my chariot stones wealthier,    thou great dearier another’s    lady. And when the bloom, which sense there was no more the dear.

      ��        LXIII

That shall no open from his hum, was more lieutenance? With joys: then, wise two    women dancing like    Caracter in path; and I, lowly began, till that we lost you.

               LXIV

Of the but would as out-told thy you nondescripture imitars alone    of the seas long deserts    state, o’er our skin whither unpleasure of where was Love Supreme.

               LXV

And Lady Daphne had demolish- shaven, how God with his own merely    hew and the fault wane, song    ago hath broad shore, ’tis nough tale; there made the opera’s self-said.

               LXVI

Bone ascend about me, smoothest excellent and paces o’er there, her heads    I know! Then the sun’s lays    and in a braine. And truculent, which thee, or wrong.—What is wrong.

               LXVII

Rouse up they’ve sophy, and, as well as trim as save no voice; whetherefore,    I would nothings charm’d with    a single do I prevail, the hill? Also kept, like a sense.

               LXVIII

Spread of country: Pitt too serves, and dim, endymion! For what the passion, wise    on that all that green from    all. Forgive. I have to win her reach; and slime that silly sweet.

               LXIX

Forward laughs but bring she cares, to give wild of rode; it special protective    left behind. Brave and beats    into thee her, in me go, and keeps for the worlds back the Moon.

               LXX

Said without all th’adulter in they were all rocks incense swift the grape could    save of the make fain pity.    All day till the space the burden of light of the stole that.

               LXXI

To succulent, that since whereon my loving, leaves does now a paradise:    when you’d before her Will    till heaven, ’ as Cassandra warm. Suck a piteous batch; an end.

               LXXII

Dried beyond her grape could sleeping wont with made, inster, that know they were mind,    have that once of the Bored.    Ye immortal rain came, and plays when hand. What is time will shape.

               LXXIII

Having new— like some from the with me. Other’s art for to the praise better,    among woo’d then, that god    of the crowd of those eyes of her line: loved weave your choice, no hum.

               LXXIV

Her gold ; then it kisse, with than alas! Are Homer’s eyes, wood at a strong. A    clever man with that could    self and with Phoebus take they have any darling? Or her meet.

               LXXV

‘If it was more be banish’d to sleep. Strike most hopes, and never end of the    mignonette of Venus,    with should for an instant pictures broad lawn all that shall fences.

               LXXVI

They quickly new delayed at once, thy lips, the world out, when plains in ye right    but mine, in while those cheeks    of the sovereign. On woman any other famine us!

               LXXVII

But then, every love me my Dear, my love were, so delight? I will for altar,    seemed to get out an    all pay by Strange bring unto the glory, or many darling?

               LXXVIII

I feel with the grave large, equipage! ’Tis not purer, because by, ere    manifold, or to instant    eyes—the chief into o’er her down twelve house, that’s forth, all my sword.

               LXXIX

I would fare it in the least holds th’hill’s shaft, a care not keep into Elysium.—    Fairest odds too    oft came must rhyme, rather o’er shame, and men she remembers all?

[evermoresversion]

Hiiii i absolutely love your writing. The ‘baby’ jason todd fic is incredible!! Pls could i request a childhood friends to lovers with jason and reader where they have mutual feelings but are too afraid to confess because they’re afraid of ruining their friendship. Maybe they grew up together since diapers and are attached at the hip and everyone on the team knows they’re a pair that come together. Thank you so much xx

SOMETHING ELSE, JASON TODD.

A/N Hi sweetheart, thank you so much for your request. <3

PAIRING Titans!Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

TW/TAGS Best friends to lovers, pure fluff.

SUMMARY You and Jason have known each other since you were little and have always been very close, attached at the hip, you feel more than a friendship for him, he feels the same but neither of you dares to say it out loud, let alone tell another, and that's where Gar and Rachel decide to step in.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN | JASON'S MASTERLIST | MASTERLIST

It was well known by everyone on the team that you and Jason were a combo. You were together all the time, after growing up together and living your whole lives together it was quite difficult to be away from each other.

That and that you were both in love with each other. And everyone could see it. Everyone except you and him.

You trained together, had breakfast, lunch and dinner together.

For the others, it was even maddening that you couldn't see that Jason was literally drooling over you and you looked at him with heartfelt eyes all the time.

Right now it was one of the very few times you weren't glued to each other.

"I'm telling you, y/n, he likes you, even more than that!" Rachel hurried to walk quickly behind you and you shook your head, stopping to look at her.

"Maybe I like him, maybe you're right, but I don't want to ruin what he and I have, it would be years and years of friendship thrown away, I couldn't bear it." you denied walking again and the purple haired girl snorted at your stubbornness.

"Well, at the end of the day it's your decision."

"I really doubt that she has feelings for me." Jason pointed at himself, making Gar sigh in denial. "More than just a friendship, at least."

"Jason you are just as blind as she is." The green-haired replied looking at him, he only turned around to get out of that situation.

"Whatever."

"We have to do something, Gar, I'm sick of both of them looking at each other with loving eyes and neither realizing what they're feeling." Rachel and Gar were in the dining room, making coffee while discussing their friends' love lives.

"I know, but it's not going to be easy." He warned looking at her.

"I know."

"You know we're about to intervene in their love lives and if it goes wrong we'll probably ruin their friendship of years, right?"

"Yes, I am aware of it." Rachel nodded looking at him with a small amused smile. Unlike Gar, he kept his lips in a thin line.

"Okay, let's do it then." They both nodded looking at the coffee. "But tomorrow because now I'm sleepy."

Rachel giggled looking at him.

"That musical group I told you is very good, you should listen to them too." You advised Rachel as the two of you walked towards the training room. She nodded, her gaze lost on the floor, which you thought was weird but you let it go.

When you finally got to the training room she stopped.

"Oh, I forgot something in my room, I'll be right back." And after that she ran off and you frowned watching her go but once again ignored it.

You walked towards the space where the fighting bags were and heard the door open.

"Wow, that was fast." You commented turning around and you saw that the one who was standing there was Jason, but he didn't see you since he was knocking on the door and yelling for Gar to let him out.

"You idiot, let me out, I don't even know why you're locking me in here!" he yelled once more and Gar's response left you frozen in place.

"It seems to me that you both need to talk about how you feel about each other." He answered from the other end and Jason just frowned.

"Feel about each other?" he muttered confused and you finally spoke.

"Hi, Jay." you could see how his shoulders tensed immediately when he heard your voice.

"Thank us later!" Rachel exclaimed and their footsteps were heard walking away.

"Uh, hey." he turned around and put his hands in the pockets of his pants. "What's up?" You couldn't help but let out a nasal laugh at his silly question.

"Looks like they're not going to let us out until we talk about... our feelings? Is that what he said?" you asked some dumbfounded and he nodded without saying anything.

"It's... it's complicated." He sighed and you nodded looking at him.

"Well, we have time." you answered letting out a subtle laugh and he nodded smiling.

"Since a couple of years ago I began to feel something for you, and not just friendship or affection but something else."

The more he explained, your heart the more it accelerated.

He took a couple of steps closer to you and seeing that you continued to look at him with the same affection, or even more, he took another couple of steps.

"You are an incredible person, and you have always been there for me when I needed it the most." He took your hand and for a moment you swore your heart was going to beat out of your chest from how fast it was beating at his confusion. "And if you let me, I want to be there for you too, and not just as best friends, but as a couple." He murmured the last word, looking at your intertwined hands and then at your eyes.

"Yes, I want." you nodded with an excited smile and he was not far behind either, the smile on his face showed everything he felt at that moment and his green eyes showed even more.

He took your cheek and looked through your eyes to see some doubt, but finding nothing he proceeded to kiss you, the first brush of lips that set off a bunch of fireworks on your chest and stomach.

The kiss was soft and affectionate, just as he could be with you and only with you.

"FINALLY! THE WAR IS OVER!" Gar exclaimed opening the door along with Rachel and you two laughed keeping your foreheads together.

disclaimer ── evermoresversion © 2023.

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Mare, 22, forest witch in training. would rather be a spirit. Maripani <3 featuring her best friend Udyati Rao ( @nirgama ), her family Noah van Helder and Annika Sundström, her girlfriend Yara “Apani” Wilson, as well as the cemetery of St. Marx, and sundown on the island of Texel. 

regenpfeifer. A snapshot Marian took during one of the lessons with Henri Baudelaire, chapter leader of the Absurda Nocta, in the French Hall of Stars in Lyon. (he's probably staring down Pierre)

regenpfeifer. Birthday wishes for Lou Ellen Blackstone ( @nosestealer ), her favourite demi-goddess, first friend she ever made in Camp Halfblood and partner in many crimes adventures.

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[mmelancholicdaze]

birthday drabble.

PAIRINGS. hwang hyunjin x fem!reader.

GENRES. fluff, smut, pwp.

SUMMARY. after spending the day at the amusement park with friends, your best friend makes sure you have the perfect ending to your birthday.

WARNINGS. unprotected sex (don’t do this), oral (f. receiving), breast play, fingering.

A/N. this is my first birthday writing fanfiction, and i wanted to write something special. so, i decided to write a pwp as a little treat. this is in the same universe as my ‘all the words left unspoken’ fic, but can be read as a standalone! enjoy. xx

The raucous chatter and laughter and children screaming pounded against your ear drums before you even walked through the gate. The sweet and savory smells of the different foods mixing with the smell of the greasy machinery to make a less than satisfying scent that you loved nonetheless. You don’t have much time to take in your surroundings when Hyunjin grabs your hand right as you enter, pulling you along straight to his favorite ride.

“Hyunjin, slow down! We have all day!” You laughed, your feet skidding across the ground as you tried to keep up with his pace. It was when you lost your footing that Hyunjin stopped, his quick reflexes catching you before you could fall face-first to the ground.

“I’m so sorry, are you okay?” Hyunjin helped you stand to your feet, helping you to stand up properly before cupping your face in his hands. His eyes darted across your features, his worry and concern evident in his expression. “Did you get hurt anywhere?”

It was sweet and heartwarming, how his entire demeanor changed at just the slightest idea that you had gotten injured. If you weren’t in the middle of an amusement park with Yeji and Lisa not-so-patiently urging you forward, you’d probably kiss him.

“I’m fine, Hyun,” you chuckled, your lips turning up in a fond smile. “My head didn’t even go past your shoulder.”

“I know, but you still could’ve hit your head on something, or sprained your ankle—”

“Hyunjin, you’re the one that’s going to be hitting your head on something if you don’t move.” Yeji interrupted, glowering at her brother with an impatient expression.

Hyunjin looked over your head to Yeji with a scowl, narrowing his eyes. “So Y/N’s wellbeing isn’t important to you?” He mocked, his hands lowering from your face. He slipped his left hand into your right, threading your fingers together before moving forward again. You heard Yeji mutter something underneath her breath that made Changbin laugh, but otherwise didn’t reply.

The day had only just started, and they were already bickering.

For it being midday on a Wednesday, the park was more crowded than you had originally predicted. Groups of people congregated throughout, lines stretching so long that you were sure to wait at least half an hour until it was your turn. The sun was sweltering, the heat blazing so hot against your skin it was almost like you were standing right next to a fire. Children screaming and laughing seemed to echo in your ears as they ran back and forth, some cutting off your path as they ran by. Parents scolding them, while others watched in adoration and amusement.

Young couples sat on benches and at tables, some huddled together and holding each other’s hands with smiles on their faces. Others wandered, taking in their surroundings or deciding where to go or what to do next.

Any other day, you’d prefer to be at home. Maybe watch a movie, binge some series on Netflix with a myriad of snacks. A made up little bed of pillows and blankets on the floor, snuggling into Hyunjin’s side and just enjoying being in each other’s company. But today, as you look at Hyunjin’s face, to Lisa’s and Yeji’s, and Chan and Changbin’s, how they wore bright smiles and took the time out of their day to spend your special day with you. Your heart filled with glee and appreciation, and despite the heat from hell, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Jinnie, you know I can walk?” You teased with a chuckle, raising your brow in question.

“And?” Hyunjin smirked, looking at you briefly as he unlocked the door. Light notes of citrus mixed with the scent of something clean and crisp drifted into the hall shortly after he opened the door, the lights slowly blinking to life as he flicked the switches and kicked the door shut with his foot behind him.

It’s been awhile since you’ve been in Hyunjin’s apartment, seeing as he was always over at yours, but it all looked exactly the same. The bright open concept, white oak floors with white and gray furniture. Minimal decoration, apart from the various textbooks and papers stacked on his coffee table with a couple empty coffee cups and a few art supplies left around randomly. It was all very much Hyunjin.

He walked you passed the small kitchen and dining table, sitting you in the corner on the L-shaped couch. Then he dropped to his knees, setting to untie and remove your shoes and socks one by one. He toke your shoes to the shoe rack by the door and threw your socks into his laundry before slipping off his own.

“I have something for you.” He said as he walked to his fridge, and you could hear the smile in this voice.

Your eyebrows slightly furrowed together in confusion, watching as he shifted through the shelves. He just spent the entire day with you, bought you breakfast, lunch, and dinner, along with ice cream at the end of your visit to the amusement park. “What?”

All you received in reply was a chuckle, moving some more items before he finally found what he was looking for. You watched as he kept it hidden, shuffling through a couple drawers to grab a few more things before he finally rejoined you on the couch. Whatever he was giving you was being held behind his back, a wide grin on his face.

“I know you’ve already done something like this today, but,” he chuckled, “that was with other people around. But this one, I wanted to be just between us.”

Hyunjin carefully pulled it from behind him, your eyes landing on the vanilla cupcake wrapped in pink paper with white frosting, pink and blue pearls and rainbow and heart shapes sprinkled on top. Tears instantly began to pool in the corner of your eyes, one of your hands flying to cover your mouth as Hyunjin stuck a purple candle in the middle and lit it.

“Happy birthday, Y/N.” His smile grew as he held it up in front of you, his grin as wide as his face would allow.

Pure adoration and awe poured through your veins, wrapping around your heart and making it beat a hundred times faster. While you had already celebrated with a cake and candles earlier with the other four, as Hyunjin said, this one felt much more special. The singular cupcake, consisting of your favorite flavor and all of your favorite colors.

Earlier was for everyone else, you and your friends. But this moment is just for the two of you, and that meant so much more.

“Jinnie,” you giggled through sniffles, “why are you treating me so… kindly?”

“Because, baby.” Hyunjin laughed, as if the answer was obvious. “You’re you. You deserve to be treated like a queen every day.”

That was what made your heart explode. Small tears had now turned into full blown sobs, yet still somehow managing to still blow out the candle. Hyunjin set it aside on the coffee table as you wrapped your arms around his neck and straddled his lap, burying your face in his neck as you clung to him.

“Thank you,” you said, your voice muffled.

Hyunjin’s hand ran up and down your back, a permanent smile on his face as he rested his cheek against your head. You could feel his heart beat against your cheek, and it was beating just as fast as yours.

“I would do this every day for you.” He said, without a trace of hesitation or doubt.

You lift your head up to look at him, searching his eyes for anything that would contrast his words. Only utter genuineness shone through, and he looked at you as though you held all the stars in the sky.

“Hyunjin.” Your voice came out breathlessly, your hands moving to cup his jaw.

His jaw tenses in your palms, his hands stopping to rest on your hips. “Yeah?”

“Kiss me.”

Before you could even blink, his lips were on yours. It started off sweet, and tender. As if he was pouring all of his feelings and his previous words into it, imprinting it onto your skin. But it doesn’t last long, because soon he’s pressing his lips harder against yours, parting your lips with his ravenous tongue. A soft moan rumbles in the base of your throat, your nerves lighting up with delight and fervor.

His hands don’t miss a single part of your body. Moving like a mad man, slipping beneath your shirt and feeling over your back and sides, drifting over your stomach before cupping your breasts over your bra, eliciting a sound from you that was something between a whimper and a moan. Your hands slide down his neck and chest, quickly pulling up his shirt and beginning to unbutton his pants when he abruptly grabbed your wrists.

“No,” he all but growled against your lips, panting. “Tonight is about you.”

Before you could reply, his lips were back on yours,his hands releasing your wrists and grabbing beneath your thighs. Your arms flew around his neck as he stood up, your mouths never leaving each other as he blindly found his way to his bedroom. Despite how rough his kisses were, and the speed of his eager hands, he was gentle in the way he laid you on the bed. He pressed soft kisses along your jaw and neck as he unbuttoned and unzipped your shorts, pulling them and your underwear down your legs. Goosebumps prickled your skin as his fingertips ghosted back up your legs, only parting from you to slide your shirt over your head. His eyes never left yours as he lifted your back slightly, unhooking your bra before tossing it aside with the rest of your clothing.

Once you were completely naked, he stepped back and looked at you for a long, long moment. His eyes took their time as they danced all over your body, his hunger and desire evident in his expression. It made your heart flutter, but sheer and unadulterated lust consumed you, burning beneath your skin and tingling your nerves.

Thankfully, he didn’t make you wait much longer. As you opened your mouth to beg, he grabbed your ankles, pulling you to the edge of the bed before dropping to his knees. He didn’t wait, instantly pressing his tongue against your sopping slit and licking a long, slow line from your entrance to your clit. You gasp, and are given no time to adjust.

Hyunjin is merciless in the way he eats you, his tongue making sure to lick every crevice and leave no piece of skin untouched. Your legs began to close around his head, your back arching as your moans grew louder with each lick. One of his hands grabbed the inside of your thigh, holding your legs apart while his other wrapped around your leg, two fingers holding you open as he flicked his tongue at your clit.

“Fuck,” you screamed, fisting at the sheets and squeezing your eyes closed, your head rolling back as your back arched further off the bed. “Hyunjin!”

The way his tongue flicked your clit made it all the more sensitive, your legs shaking and your hips involuntarily flinching with each contact. Until Hyunjin got bored with the technique, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking. Hard.

You have to bite down on one of your wrists to keep from screaming, your other fist gripping the sheet even tighter as your toes began to curl. Then he’s plunging two fingers into your cunt, your walls immediately clenching around them. His pace was rapid, curling his fingers so they brushed that extra sensitive soft spot of nerves with every thrust. Before you knew it, you felt your core growing tight, pressure building and building before exploding with great intensity.

Your vision has turned to black, white stars bursting behind your eyelids. A scream ripped through your throat, your entire body shaking and your heart beating so fast you could feel it against your chest and your lungs flaming as they tried to take in air.

Once you’ve barely came down and regained your vision, Hyunjin is hovering over you, now naked and lining his tip up with your entrance. Your cunt was still pulsating, but ever as excited to welcome him in. He was waiting for you to calm down, but you grabbed his bicep and fervently nodded your head. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer and the both of you moaned loudly as he easily slide inside you.

At first, he doesn’t move for a few seconds. When he does, his pace his slow, taking his time as he dragged through your walls and pushed back in. You could feel every ridge and vein, and every time his cock jumped with anticipation. But after a couple minutes of the torture, you’ve had enough, whimpering and pushing your hips up into his, babbling and begging him to go faster.

When he looked into your eyes and saw your pleads, that was all it took. With one hard, final thrust, his pace turned animalistic. He pounded into you with everything he had, gripping your hips with enough strength to bruise. The headboard was thumping against the wall, your screams filling the room at a volume that was sure to wake his neighbors. But you didn’t care, and you couldn’t stop.

Within a matter of seconds, you felt that familiar coil start to tighten in your core. It grew faster this time, and you came a second time. Your walls clenched around Hyunjin, sucking him in as he pace began to turn sloppy. A couple of thrusts later, you felt the warmth of his cum spilling into you, his breathing heavy as he slumped over you.

He held himself up on his forearms, leaning his forehead against your shoulder as you both came down from your highs.

After what you felt like was much too soon, he sat up and slowly pulled out of you with a hiss. You whimpered at the sudden emptiness and loss of heat, your arms wrapping around yourself as he got up off the bed and went into his bathroom. He came back a few seconds later and you felt a warm, wet cloth inside your thighs as he cleaned you up.

“Jinnie,” you breathed, your voice raspy with exhaustion and your arms lazily reaching out for him.

Hyunjin tossed the rag into the pile with the rest of your clothes, pulling back the comforter and climbing in beside you. You immediately snuggled into his side, his arms wrapping around you and your legs tangling with his.

“Happy birthday, baby.” Hyunjin whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead as you laid your head on his chest.

Your eyes closed on their own accord, sleep quickly overtaking you. But before you fell asleep fully, you heard Hyunjin say something you probably weren’t meant to hear.

“I love you, Y/N.”

That was the last thing you heard before everything turned black, and the perfect ending to your best birthday yet.