#you're not supposed to talk about how relieved you'll be when it's over

[queerpyracy]

wish we had a social script for when an older relative you don't hate but with whom you do have a strained and complicated relationship is dying. like how am i supposed to talk about this and how are my friends supposed to respond. condolences feel like a burden but that's not anyone else's fault

[jifloulette]

reo brainrot is plaguing my mind so here's some short bf hcs !!!!!

note ; oh my god this was rotting in my drafts since NOVEMBER. finally got the energy to finish the last one my gosh..

bf reo mikage whose mood completely depends on yours !

his classmates find it silly how you could be sitting on your chair feeling down because of a low test score you got and reo would be there beside you, seemingly sad too, but because of what?? he got an A+ on the same test after all..? his family finds it relieving to see reo smiling beamingly whenever you're smiling, you wouldn't even be smiling directly at him yet he'd still look gleeful! his teammates find it weird how reo could be mad at them, yelling and yelling, shouting and shouting, reminding them to play properly and get their act together and then you come in unannounced with a box of cookies and that same smile reo adores, suddenly his eyes light up and he's squealing when you come closer to him as if he just didn't swear the living shit out of his teammates. if reo could do cartwheels and frontflips, he would've done those on the way to you because he is just so madly in love with youuuuu!!!!

bf reo mikage who absolutely loves hearing go on and on and on about your day !

he especially loves it more when you're spilling tea about people from your class. i mean yeah he knows it's bad but he can't help it? the way you're so focused on telling him an almost 3 minute gossip about this one girl in your history class is all he needs to just lay there on bed with you as he caresses your hair. those moments seldom happen, it usually has you having him lay on your chest while you talk about the funny incident at math class where your teacher forgot about the quiz that was supposed to be taken today and how you got 2 drinks from the vending machine instead of one because you had stumbled over air and hit the machine harshly which caused another drink to fall down. oh and he sees your eyes glimmer up and how you almost always run out of breath because you just have so much to tell him! even if he's always clinging to you either by interlocking arms or grabbing your waist, you'll always have some stories to ramble that even he doesn't know off!

bf reo mikage who impulsively buys anything he sees in stores that remind you of him !

it's a bad habit of his but is it really that bad when he gets to feel you embrace him when he shows you the new matching keychains he bought the two of you? though you tend to scold him for spoiling you rotten, nothing will ever stop him from buying you gifts and trinkets because that's his love language! passing by popmart and sees the mofusand hippers? automatically buys FIVE because he thought they looked like you whenever you were zoning out which is a telltale sign that you badly needed reo to give you a piggyback ride home, not that he minded it though. he's scrolling through facebook and an ad for a jacket pops up? he's already buying two versions, one for you and one for him so that you guys can match! reo def gets offended when you ask him how much they cost and that you'll pay him back because he is your BOYFRIENDDD, he will buy those gifts with NO intention of getting something back.

bf reo mikage who lets you do all sorts of hairstyles on him !

he will also proudly show it off when you guys are at school too, he could care less about what other people think because why would he? his s/o did that hairstyle for him so why should he be ashamed? you would see a cute hairstyle post whilst scrolling through Tiktok and wanted to try it out, but before doing it on you, what better way to see if it was cute by trying it out on your boyfriend? reo wouldn't even try to say no because he wouldn't mind it at all, plus it was a good way to spend time with you. you would let him hold your phone as you try to follow the steps in the video as quickly yet properly as you can. after a few mistakes and redos, you had finished the look and dare you say, it may fit him better than you.. reo looked really good even though the hairstyle was a bit on the feminine side. he'd keep it on for the entire day, not caring or doing anything when the teachers tell him to take it off (rich boy privileges LMAO) oh and later on, you'd also put pins and hairclips on him too! the ones that matched his hair and eyes! this would also be a frequent sleepover activity the two of you do, reo would set up a space in his room dedicated to THIS specific thing!!!

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[cheeseceli]

When your parents don't like them

Pairing: Ot8!skz × Gn!Reader (individually)

Genre: reverse hurt/comfort? Angst? A little bit of fluff perhaps; reaction

Description: their reaction to not having the approval of your parents in their first meeting (established relationship)

Warnings: not proofread; a lot of overthinking and self doubt in most of the scenarios; the length of each story is not favouritsm!! It's just that some scenarios required more details than others

A/n: I should have posted this one a long time ago... Oh well. And I am literally the mix of Han and Lee Know, this would 100% happen to me if I were in their shoes

Bang Chan

‌HE'S SO SHOCKED

‌Parents always love him, so why didn't yours?

‌He believes he took it for granted

‌But he was so sure your family would love him

‌Rethinks everything he said and did

‌And thinks about what he could've done

‌He'll be up all night because of it, you better believe me

"Maybe it's the outfit I was wearing?"

"Chan, for God's sake, go to sleep."

"Seriously though, do you think my clothes weren't appropriate?"

"There was nothing wrong with how you looked baby."

"... So maybe I didn't introduce myself properly?"

"Chan."

Lee Know

‌ He knew he had to talk

‌ But it turns out he was too scared

‌And your parents just aggravated his problem

‌ He'd give only short answers and would only speak when spoken with

‌ Because of that your parents didn't see him as a really charismatic guy

‌ But I swear he was trying his best

"I swear it wasn't as bad as it seemed."

"It was horrible. I doubt any of your parents even know what my voice sounds like."

"You were nervous. I'm sure they'll understand. If you'd like I can talk to them about it."

"Please, don't. The last thing I want is for your parents to think that besides being awkward I'm a coward as well."

"They don't think either of those things. You'll see, you guys just need to know each other a little bit more. They'll love you."

Even with his worried expression, he gave you a small smile "I hope so".

Changbin

‌ You warned him he was getting too close

‌ He was holding your hand, caressing your thigh, hugging you too tight, kissing you a lot...

‌ All the time

‌ And yes, you both were dating for a while now

‌ But your parents didn't really appreciate the attitude

‌ And truly, he thought that by doing that he was showing how much he treasured and loved you

‌ Sadly your parents didn't understand his actions like he planned

"But what was I supposed to do? Stay away from you?"

"Ideally, yes"

Changbin pouted, not even realising it "but I'm your boyfriend"

"They are not used to this fact just yet. Don't worry though, they still have a lot of time to like you. Just wait and see"

Hyunjin

‌ Similar to Chan, Hyunjin didn't expect to be rejected by your parents

‌of course, he wasn't expecting to make the fall in love immediately, but he knew he had some charms

‌and he actually put a lot of effort into impressing them so when it doesn't work he's like

‌genuinely sad

‌And he's scared your relationship might change now that he doesn't have your family approval right away.

"So... About the dinner"

"They are always like this, don't worry"

"How come?"

"I knew they were gonna play hard to get. But don't you stress over it, sooner or later they will realise there is no need to act like it"

"So I can still convince them into not hating me?"

"Why would they hate you? You were really boyfriend material if you ask me"

He laughed, a little bit more relieved "They were kinda... aggressive back there, y'know?"

"Ugh, sorry about that. I swear things will get better"

"You're not mad?"

"Of course not. Why would I be?"

"I thought you'd get sad or something like that since the meeting didn't go that well"

"I'm a bit sad, yeah. But it's not your fault. You did your best. Besides, it won't last that long. It's kinda hard to hate on the Hwang Hyunjin for too long"

He laughed again, openly this time as he replied "I hope you are right"

Han

‌The problem wasn't exactly what he did

‌The problem was that he didn't do anything

‌Literally anything

‌ He'd excuse himself to go to the bathroom to avoid any questions

‌He barely moved besides that

‌After a while your dad even forgot he was there

‌And Han wished he could disappear

"I'm so, so sorry"

"Ji, it's okay"

"I was gonna answer your mother, I swear. But she was looking at me with daggers in her eyes"

"You were just fine"

"Fine? Y/n, your dad sighed in relief after I left the room. They must see me as a loser"

"I'm sure they don't. Besides, you still have a lot of time left to win them over. I know they'll love you"

Felix

‌Your parents loved him actually

‌They just don't think he is fit to be your boyfriend

‌They think that his angel face and sweet personality wouldn't give you enough security throughout your life

‌And Felix wants to prove himself to your parents so badly now

‌He will use his deep voice privilege to try to prove his point

‌He will go to the gym with Changbin until he's "intimidating" enough

‌And he won't fail on reminding them how he has over 60 medals on taekwondo

"How do I look?"

"Great, as always"

"But do I look intimidating? Scary?"

"Lix..."

"But not too scary. I need to look threatening to others but reliable to you"

"You look like someone my parents will like"

"They already like me, but not enough to like our relationship"

"They will though. Soon enough they will appreciate everything that comes along with you, trust me."

Felix smiled and nodded, feeling a certain comfort into your words as you headed to the door

"Just for the record, you do look threatening but reliable"

"Oh thank you. I was going crazy over this"

Seungmin

‌If your parents don't like Seungmin then the problem is on them

‌just kidding

‌Seriously though, I can't imagine why they wouldn't like him

‌And neither can Seungmin himself

‌So he truly thinks that everything was a misunderstanding and that it's only a matter of time until your whole family falls in love with him

‌He will face it like a challenge

"What about we invite your parents to our apartment this weekend?"

"We just saw them less than an hour ago"

"I think we should see them again"

"Did you like them that much?"

"They seem cool. But they also seem to hate me. I need to change their minds"

"What? They didn't hate you at all"

"Your father's glare would disagree. But that doesn't matter that much because by the end of this week they will love me"

"You seem certain"

"Of course I am. I can't have them hating me for the rest of our lives, can I?"

"They don't hate you. They are just... hard to please"

"I'll change this" he faced you with a confident smile "I give you my word"

I.N

‌Kinda clueless

‌Totally clueless actually

‌He can't understand what he did wrong but apparently he did something awful considering your parents disliked him that much

‌Will try to find ways to apologise

‌Will gift them and try to keep a conversation even when you're not around

"Does your mother like flowers? She does, right? Every mother does"

"What are you doing?"

"You said that she invited us to lunch this Friday. I don't want to go see her with empty hands again. Maybe that's what made her hate me so much the first time"

"She doesn't care about those things, Innie"

"No? Then why doesn't she like me?"

"She's just hard to satisfy, you know. But I bet she'll like you in no time. She just needs to get to know you better"

"You keep saying that but I don't know, I feel like that won't happen any time soon. I really want her to approve me"

He had that hopeless expression again, that one that really wanted to change the situation but didn't know how to. You really hated seeing him disappointed on himself.

"Lilies" you said

"What?"

"Those are my mother's favourites. Lilies"

"Oh my God, thank you" he got up and kissed the top of your head lightly, before going to the door of your shared apartment "I'll be right back"

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

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[covenofagatha]

just realised that on Saturday supposedly the FFF (finger free february) started so now I'll make it my own personal goal to not touch myself for the whole month (ignoring the fact that I already lost the challenge lmao) and its gonna be so hard because you'll be writing and posting so many delicious filth and its gonna ruin me

ALSO, would you THINK reader would make it until the end of the month with g!p Agatha teasing them and making them squirm... 'innocently' brushing he cock against reader's ass, pressing gently against her and making her hiss almost in pain

Or also just being horny and dirty talking all day, for example during breakfast as they both take their coffee and maybe Agatha says "do you like how I made your coffee dear" and reader's like "of course, did you add cream today? It tastes a little.bit different?" And Agatha is smirking and shes smug and her eyes scream i need to bend you over the kitchen island while she says "yeah added MY cream" and you see her palming her cock though her pants and you just gulp and whine as you rub your legs together to get some friction but Agatha puts her hands firmly on your thighs and tuts "oh no darling, you're not supposed to touch yourself, in any way. First of all, it's because we both know that is only mommy's place to touch; second, it's February and it was you who told me you wanted to do this challenge"

She says all that as she gets up from her seat and nears you and whisper in the ear "You told me, no begged me to let you go through this, but never said anything about me teasing you to make you break. And I will break you. Like I always do, cause your role is just to be a whiny little puppy for mommy to use, isnt it?"

And then she just kind of lean and sucks a mark on your neck

btw this is not a request ask, I'd love to know if you had any headcanons about how this ^^^^ could work, because I personally think it would be so hot and frustrating and would be a clear example of how edging worksss and why it is so used

- ✒

I didn't know FFF was a thing (have we all failed?) but I absolutely love this idea and I would be MORE than happy to add some thoughts

It's January 31st, and you're scrolling on your phone in bed after Agatha just thoroughly fucked you, and you see a post about Finger Free February. Before you can think about it, you show Agatha and ask, "Think I could do it?" Agatha smirks and says there is no way you could last an entire month without her touch, so of course you have to commit

However, just the next day you come to regret it when you wake up and find Agatha jerking off next to you, staring at you. You can't resist trying to slide a hand into your pants to relieve some of the heat because watching her touch herself is just too hot, when she tuts and reminds you of the challenge. It's fucking torture when she has you take your shirt off and cums all over your tits and licks herself off while you're squirming underneath her and wondering if it counts if you cum without being touched

It seems like Agatha is just being mean on purpose now, grinding her cock into your ass each time she steps behind you (even when there is MORE than enough space where she doesn't have to touch you at all), pinching your nipples, sucking on your neck and whispering how much mommy misses your cunt in your ear

It's about eight days in when you start purposefully moving away from her whenever she comes near you because you physically can't take it anymore, and of course Agatha is by no means okay with this, so she bends you over her knee and spanks you until you're a sobbing, wet mess and apologizing profusely

"That's my good girl. I'm sorry that mommy is trying to get you to break - I just need you too bad. Come on, honey, let mommy touch you," she purrs and you almost give in right there, but you're ultimately too proud and too stubborn to give in

Not having your cunt available whenever she wants it is making Agatha really struggle too, so she ramps up her efforts to get you to break because at this point, she is also too horny that she can't think straight

She begs you while stroking her cock in front of you, telling you "Look how hard mommy is for you, mommy's cock needs you so bad, baby, please" and fuck, you've never been more wet and needy in your life but you're determined because it's been over half a month and you can't give in now

So you suck her off and she cums down your throat with a loud grunt and you should just throw out your pair of underwear because there's no coming back from how badly you just ruined them

The closest you come to breaking is when you're in the shower with three days to go (even just the thought of Agatha now has you soaked and aching to be filled) and she gets in too. You gasp, already dizzy with need at the proximity of her naked body and hard cock, and she pins you against the wall and kisses down your body and slides her cock in between your pussy lips to just grind her length against you and you think you might just be able to cum from how it feels to have her sliding against your clit and opening

Just before you give in and let your orgasm wash over you, she pulls back and you actually cry out. "You're so close to the end, honey. You can't quit now," Agatha says with a wink and frustrated tears sting your eyes.

On the 28th (thank god it's not a leap year), you start a countdown with a minute until midnight and the moment the clock strikes 12 on March 1st, you practically pounce on Agatha, who has also been eagerly waiting. She shoves two fingers inside you and strokes your clit and you instantly cum, having been on edge for an entire month

She makes you cum until you have to beg her to stop, and then just one more time for good measure because it's been too long and she wants to make sure that you're completely satiated

"Think you'll do it again next year?" she asks teasingly and you shake your head immediately because you know there's no way you could survive that long without her touching you again

But you absolutely cannot wait for No Nut November to turn the tables on her

[islandofthedollz]

Jimmy with a lobotomized woman agh

❤︎perfection ❤︎

⁠❥TW manipulation, forced surgery, verbal abuse, toxic Jimmy, implied physical abuse

⁠❥I love toxic insecure Jimmy with his lil lobotomized wife no thought just sit there and be pretty. I’m trying to feed yall as much content as I can before the new year!! ILY so much for the request!! :3

Jimmy sat on the couch, watching as his wife, busied herself in the kitchen. She was a beautiful woman, but despite her physical attractiveness, Jimmy had begun to feel frustrated with her. She was always questioning him, always trying to form her own opinions and make her own decisions.

At first, Jimmy had found this trait endearing. He had thought it was cute, the way she would try to assert her independence and think for herself. But as time went on, he began to realize that it was actually quite annoying. He was the one who was supposed to be in charge, after all. He was the one who was supposed to make the decisions.

And then, to make matters worse, you had started talking about getting a job. You had said that you wanted to help out more, to contribute to the household income and make you’re lives easier. But Jimmy didn't want you to work. He wanted you to stay at home, to take care of the house and cook his meals. He wanted you to be dependent on him, to need him.

But every time he tried to explain this to you, you would argue with him. You would say that you wanted to be independent, that you wanted to have your own money and make your own decisions. And Jimmy would get angry. He would yell at you, tell you that you were being stupid and selfish.

It was exhausting, dealing with you like this. Jimmy felt like he was constantly having to battle with you, to fight for control. And he was tired of it. He wanted a wife who would obey him, who would do what he said without question.

As he sat on the couch, watching you as you worked in the kitchen anger boiling inside him thenJimmy had an idea. He had heard of a surgery, a procedure that could help to calm a person down, to make them more docile and obedient. It was called a lobotomy, and Jimmy had always been fascinated by the idea of it.

He got up from the couch and walked over to you. "Hey," he said, putting his arm around you. "I've been thinking. I want us to take a trip, just the two of us. We can go to the city, visit some doctors and see what they have to say."

You looked up at him, a questioning expression on her face. "What's going on?" You asked.

Jimmy smiled, trying to reassure you. "I just want to make sure you're happy, that's all," he said. "I want to make sure we're doing everything we can to make our marriage work."

You nodded, seeming to accept this explanation. And Jimmy felt a surge of excitement. He knew that this was the perfect opportunity to get you the surgery.

The trip to the city was a long one, but Jimmy didn't mind. He was excited, eager to get you to the doctor and start the process of changing you. As they drove, he talked to you, telling you all about the surgery and how it would help you.

But you were skeptical. “I don’t want to have the surgery, you said”. You were happy just the way you are. And Jimmy got angry, yelling at you and telling you that you are being stupid.

When they finally arrived at the hospital, Jimmy was relieved. He was eager to get the surgery over with, to make you into the perfect wife. The doctor was a kind, gentle man, with a soothing voice and a reassuring smile.

"Don't worry," he said, as he led you into the operating room. "This will all be over soon. And when it is, you'll be happy, I promise."

Jimmy watched as they wheeled you away, feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation. He knew that this was the start of a new chapter in your marriage.

As he waited for the surgery to be over, Jimmy couldn't help but think about how much he was going to enjoy their new life together. He was going to having a wife who was obedient and docile, a wife who would do whatever he said without question.

And when you finally emerged from the operating room, Jimmy was overjoyed. You were different, he could see that right away. Your eyes seemed duller, your expression more vacant. And when you spoke, your voice was softer, more subdued and slurred.

“Hello, Jimmy," you said, smiling up at him. "I'm happy to see you."

Jimmy's heart swelled with love and affection. This was the wife he had always wanted, the wife he had always dreamed of. He took your hand, leading you out of the hospital and back to the car.

As he drove home, Jimmy couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. He knew that their new life together was going to be perfect, that you were going to be the perfect wife. And when they finally arrived home, Jimmy was eager to start their new life together.

He led you into the house, showing you around and introducing the new you to his friends. And as you settled into your new routine, Jimmy couldn't help but feel grateful for the surgery. It had changed you , had made you perfect.

You were obedient and docile, doing whatever Jimmy said without question. You were happy to stay at home, to take care of the house and cook his meals. He didn’t have to slap you anymore when you got out of line or yell at you when you wanted a job.

Jimmy loved his new life with you . He loved the way you would smile at him, the way you would laugh at his jokes. And he loved the way you would obey him, doing whatever he said without question.

As the days turned into weeks, Jimmy found himself feeling happier and happier. He had the perfect wife, a wife who would do whatever he said. And he had the perfect life, a life in which he was in control.

"I'm so happy," Jimmy said, as he put his arm around you pulling you closer to him. "I'm so happy to have you as my wife."

You smiled up at him, your eyes dull and vacant. "I'm happy too, Jimmy," you said. "I love you."

Jimmy's heart swelled with love and affection. This was the life he had always wanted, the life he had always dreamed of. And he knew that he would never let it go, that he would never let you go.

As you sat on the couch together, watching TV and enjoying each other's company, Jimmy couldn't help but feel grateful. He had the perfect wife, a wife who would do whatever he said. And he had the perfect life, a life in which he was in control.

[27spoons]

Dizzy on the Comedown | Natalie Scatorccio

summary: Denial is a river in Egypt.

pairing: natalie scatorccio x fem!reader

based on: pretty girls - reneé rapp

warnings: smut (afab!reader), internalized homophobia (nat), period typical homophobia (if you squint), ambiguously queer!reader, angst in my pants, I know nothing about soccer

a/n: technically you can read this part without reading part one but you should read part one anyway <3

wc: 5540

part one / ao3

The chair next to you is empty. 

Again.

It's been empty all week, and despite your best efforts at convincing yourself that it's fine, you can't stop the void from weighing on your conscience. Sure, missing one day was fine. Normal, even. It isn't Natalie if she doesn't miss at least one class a week. 

But there's something about how she's been dodging your calls, the fact that this is the second day in a row she's conveniently missed the one class you two share, and the nagging pit in your stomach that says this absence feels different. 

You try to focus on the lecture—something about the economic structures of ancient civilizations—but the professor’s voice fades into the background.

You knew this would happen. You knew it would end up hurting one or both of you. For once, you're grateful your seat is in the back of the lecture hall because it lets you close your eyes and press your head into your palms in frustration.

The remainder of the lecture is spent in thought, wondering how the hell you're supposed to repair a relationship when the other person doesn't even talk to you.

Ugh.

By the time the lecture ends, your head is far too busy, wondering why the hell she's avoiding you instead of just talking about whatever—

Nope. Actually, that's perfectly in character, now that you think about it. Why talk about things when you could just wall yourself off and refuse to converse over what you deem problematic?

With a roll of your eyes, you stand up from your seat and throw on your backpack, making record time back to your dorm. 

Your first order of business? The soccer schedule Nat gave you at the start of the season.

She has a game tonight. 

Perfect.

If she won't talk like adults, you'll ambush her after her soccer game ends. Either way, you two will talk about this, whether she likes it or not.

You glance down at your watch as you arrive at the soccer field.

4:50, the analog clock flashes back at you—ten minutes to match start.

Truthfully, you've never been that big of a soccer fan. Despite attending most of Nat's soccer games since high school, you don't understand the game. You just know she kicks a ball around a field over the course of an hour and a half. Should you have learned a thing or two by now? Probably. Oh, well. That's a thought for another night. You don't need to understand the game's dynamics to understand that more goals equals win, and winning is good.

Rather than sitting in your usual spot, right behind Nat's bench, you sit in the middle of the bleachers, right in a mess of people, out of view unless you're actively searching the stands for someone. 

When the teams come out onto the field, your eyes find Nat immediately jogging out behind some girl with black hair and tan skin. Instinctively, you shrink further into the crowd as if she would even end up looking your way—because why would she? You know the areas that her friends usually sit in—and you're far from any of them. Regardless, you tug your hood up all the same and hunch over slightly in your seat. 

Right after halftime passes, you make the mistake of stretching your arms above your head in an attempt to relieve the tension that's started building in your back since you began hunching your back. And, of course, that just so happens to be the exact point of time Natalie looks up into the stands as she sets her water bottle down.

Good going. Your one goal was to be stealthy.

You tense slightly, and you honestly don't know what you were expecting, but it wasn't her just… glancing away and heading back out to the field. Or… maybe you should have expected it. She has a game to win, after all. What was she supposed to do? Ditch the game and start talking to you?

Either way, you notice she doesn't play nearly as well as she did in the first half. A part of you wonders if you're partially at fault for that.

By the time the game ends, the team manages to come out on top, one to nothing. You're not that big of an asshole that you'd interrupt a post-game celebration, but the second you see the team part and head to the changing rooms, you try and make a beeline for the familiar mop of bleach blonde hair mingling in the mess of soccer players. Yet, she's gone before you can grab her shoulder and talk.

Goddammit.

You suppose she doesn't play soccer because she's slow. 

But you'll be damned if she manages to slip past you again tonight.

You spend a good thirty minutes pacing outside one of the entrances to the locker rooms, already knowing that you could have very well missed her by now if she slipped out the opposite exit, but that's a chance you're willing to take.

She usually takes a shower after a game, anyway. It's not odd for her to spend a little longer in the showers, but thirty minutes is a little excessive. 

Still, in all your wisdom, you decide you'll wait an hour at the most. Not like you have anything better to do tonight, anyway.

By the forty-five-minute mark, you start debating your sanity.

By the fifty-minute mark, you start debating leaving—

The door opens. "Natalie!" You say immediately, pushing off the wall and walking in quick strides towards her, "Nat! Hold on!"

The girl scoffs and keeps walking away, shaking her head in annoyance. "Oh my God. I knew you were gonna try something when I saw you in the stands today."

"You've been avoiding me!" You yell back, "What the fuck was I supposed to do? You haven't been showing up to class, you've been avoiding my calls… I mean, what the fuck was I supposed to do?"

"I don't know!" She calls back, not bothering to stop and look at you, "I think that maybe you should have waited until I came to you!"

"We both know you wouldn't have, Natalie! You would—" You quicken your stride again, "Fuck! Would you slow down for two seconds?! Or at least look at me when I'm talking to you?"

"If you can't say what you need to say while I'm walking, then it probably isn't even worth saying!" She responds with a humourless chuckle, "Not like I'm running away! Just walking!"

You huff at that, forcing out air through your nose. "Natalie." She keeps walking, "Natalie!" You finally snap, reaching out to grab at her wrist, "Stop fucking walking for a minute!" A beat, "Please." The last comment comes out slightly more desperate than you intend it to, but you don't know what you'll do if she doesn't talk about this with you, "Please, Nat." You breathe out, fully leaning into the desperation at this point, "Fuck, I… I can't lose you over something like this."

That makes her pause despite her initial struggle when you grabbed her wrist. She still doesn't face you, but she does stop walking. 

"You…" You can see the way her face contorts in an expression similar to pain, "You aren't gonna lose me over this."

"Then just…" A shaky sigh, "God, Nat. Just talk to me. Please. Stop… running—literally—just… just talk to me." You release her wrist after a moment longer, drawing your hand back to your side. 

"I can't." She whispers, "God… I just… I can't, okay?"

"Why not, Natalie?!" You can't help how your voice breaks on her name, "Why not?? We used to tell each other everything! When did that change?"

"It hasn't, okay?!" Nat snaps, turning around to look at you. "It hasn't changed! I'm just not ready to talk about this right now! Why can't you accept that?!"

"Because I know you! And I know that you'll just keep fucking avoiding this until it kills us!"

"Oh, wow." She scoffs, immediately throwing up those barriers you've become so accustomed to. "Y'sure think real highly of yourself, huh? That us not talking would kill me? Wow."

"You know that's not what I meant!" You hiss out as you take a step forward, "You know damn well I meant "killing our relationship," not… literally killing us!" You throw your hands up in equal parts frustration and confusion as to why she's acting like this, "Natalie, you have to know I'm not about to force you into a role or something—"

She slaps a hand over your mouth, "Would you lower your voice?!" She hisses at you, glancing around the area to see if anyone overheard, "Fuck! And, no, you aren't forcing me into a "role" because I'm straight!"

You yank her hand off of your mouth, "Natalie, you—!" You two enter a whisper-yelling competition, "Natalie. In case you fucking forgot, you were—" You glance around the area briefly, still focusing on watching your voice, "—tongue-fucking-deep in my fucking vagina the other night!"

Nat blushes furiously at the comment, jaw-dropping, and her entire body freezes. 

But, hey, you're already on a roll. "And, as far as I'm fucking concerned, straight chicks don't spend hours fucking her "best friend"—who is a woman—and fucking enjoy it!"

Her jaw remains on the floor as you finish speaking, and you really don't know what to do from here, but you really don't want her to walk off yet, so you do the reasonable thing.

You grab her face and draw her in for a kiss.

The kiss lasts about five seconds, in which she doesn't kiss you back at all, so you release her face and take a step back, swallowing down the lump in your throat. "I—"

Her hand connects with your face with a loud THWACK, causing your head to flick to the side in shock, despite it not being that hard or hurtful.

Your hand moves to the cheek she hit, and it's your turn to drop your jaw. "Did you just… hit me?" You ask in equal parts, shock and reluctant arousal. 

Nat's mouth opens and closes a few times—as if she can't believe what she did either. "I… yes?"

A beat, an exasperated huff, "You don't even know if you hit me??"

"No! I mean… I know I hit you! I just…" She presses a hand to her head, just as confused as you are, apparently. "I didn't expect to hit you!"

"Well… you did??" You blink a few times as you try to recollect yourself, "Why??"

"I don't know?!" She yells back, "I don't know, okay?! I just—!" She groans in frustration, throwing her hands in the air. "Fuck, you piss me off!" And you think that she's about to storm off or hit you again, but she does something very unexpected and very appreciated— 

She grabs your face and kisses you. Properly this time. You hesitate only a moment before you return the kiss, hands immediately wrapping around her waist to draw her closer to your body.

The kiss is short-lived but intense, tongues pressing against each other in a flurry of want, Nat pressing up onto her toes to deepen it further, body pressing flush to yours as her arms wrap themself around your neck in a tight hold.

When the kiss breaks, her face remains close to yours. "Take me back to your dorm." She murmurs against your lips, warm breath fanning over your face. 

You hesitate for a moment, shaking your head minutely. "Nat, we… we need to talk about this—"

"Later." She cuts you off, "Please, later. I promise I'll talk about it with you." A beat, and she looks up at you with wide eyes, "You know I'm good on my word."

And, for all Nat is, she is good on her word. If she says she'll do something, she'll do it.

Another moment of hesitation, a quiet breath leaving your lips, "Y-yeah. Yes. Rachel is always at her boyfriend's place, anyway. We'll have the place to ourselves."

A small grin quirks on Natalie's lips, "Oh, boy. A twin-sized bed in a dorm with walls thinner than paper, all to ourselves. I can't wait."

You scoff and roll your eyes, detaching yourself from her hold, "You're the one that suggested my dorm room, asshole. We could have gone to yours."

She gives an exasperated pout, "But my dormmate is always home. And she snores."

You nudge your head in the general direction of your dorm, "Whatever. C'mon, before I change my mind."

"We both know you won't do that, though." She hums alongside you.

The second you two are in your dorm room, your backpacks are on the floor, and clothes are being quickly discarded.

"For the record," Nat murmurs as she throws her shirt off over her head, "I'm not—"

"Nope!" You cut her off as your hands move to your belt, "Don't wanna hear you say some shit like "I'm not gay" again after the conversation we just had."

The blonde scoffs and rolls her eyes, "I wasn't gonna say that." She falls back onto your bed and wiggles out of her pants, "I was gonna say "I'm not sure how much fun doing this in a twin-size is gonna be" if you would have let me finish."

A grin crosses your face, "Oh, trust me. I fully plan on having you finish multiple times tonight." You shoot her an overexaggerated wink, which earns you a (barely restrained) giggle and eye roll, with her pants being thrown at you. "Hey!" You catch her pants as they hit your chest, "You walked into that one. Only person you can blame is yourself."

"You talk so much, you know that?" She props herself up on her elbows and looks over you, "And you still have far too many clothes on. That needs to change."

"Yeah, I would have been more naked if someone hadn't thrown her pants at me." To tease her a little more, you spend your time folding her pants and delicately placing them on a chair, then do the same with her shirt that was discarded on the floor.

"Dude." Nat groans, "Seriously?" You see her kick her leg out at you through the corner of your eye, and a smirk twitches its way onto your lips as you continue the methodical process of folding clothes. And, much to the dismay of the half-naked girl on your bed, when you start stripping, you give your clothes the same treatment.

"You're fucking with me." She deadpans, eyes narrowed. "You have to be." 

You hum, "I'm just ensuring our clothes don't get wrinkled." 

Nat looks at the unfolded, clean laundry sitting in a heap at the foot of your bed, then back to you. "You have to be fucking with me."

"What can I say? I've decided I should start changing my habits. Starting now."

You get the sense she wants to give you a smart comment but then decides that if she did that, it would likely result in more of your teasing, so she opts for a frustrated huff instead. "Asshole." She grumbles under her breath, crossing her arms petulantly as she collapses back onto the mattress.

You grin as you pad back over to the bed, now in nothing but your underwear, "Yeah. But you knew that before you came back with me." You clamber onto the bed so that you're hovering over her, caging her to the bed. "So, once again, only yourself to blame."

"Yeah, I know." She murmurs, reaching up to wrap her arms loosely around your shoulders, "I seem to be making a lot of interesting choices lately."

"Interesting, but not bad?" You begin to press kisses to the side of her neck, slow and exploratory. 

"Mmm…" She moves her hands, one tangling in your hair, the other coming to rest on your shoulder, "No. Not bad. I make a lot of bad choices, but…" She hesitates, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she bares her neck for you. "No. I don't think this is one of them."

The grin that crosses your face is inevitable, and you pause your actions briefly as you reflect on the comment. "Good." After a long moment, you whisper against her skin, "That's…" You smile wider, pressing your forehead to her shoulder. "Good. That's good. I'm happy you think that."

"You're so cheesy." She pushes your shoulder back slightly so she can see your face, and a smirk appears when she sees your soft, warm smile. "And you're grinning like a dork."

"Can I be happy for thirty seconds? Is that allowed?" You run your hands up and down her sides, which immediately turns into her giggling and trying to get away from you, swatting at your hands. "Oh? Ticklish, Scatorccio?" 

"Asshole!" She laughs, trying to grab your hands. "S-stop! You know I'm ticklish!"

You shake your head, the grin now becoming more unhinged, "Nope! This is what you get for not letting me have a moment! I was trying to be cute!"

"N-no!" She laughs louder, eyes squeezing shut as her attempts remain futile. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I t-take it back!"

You laugh at that, enjoying the way she's squirming under you. And… it's nice. It's really nice, actually. Because this feels more like how a situation with your best friend should be, not… whatever happened at that party.

In your slight haze of thought, you pause long enough for Nat to shove you off of her, pinning you down instead. "Yes!" She laughs triumphantly, grabbing your wrists and holding them to the bed as she straddles your waist, "My turn!"

"Not ticklish, Scatorccio!" You laugh, shifting your hips up under her, both trying to get her off of you and trying to grind yourself against her. "But you're welcome to try!"

"Everyone is ticklish!" She lets go of one of your wrists, moving her hand to your waist and beginning her assault, "I'll prove it!" She laughs, warm and happy.

Admittedly, it's a sound you've missed. You've missed hearing her laugh.

But you still aren't ticklish.

You lay there and let her try, to no avail. "You're so fucking boring." Nat murmurs once she realises she won't be getting you to crack, and she collapses back onto the bed beside you. 

You turn to face her, propping yourself up on an elbow, your free hand trailing to rest on her stomach, "No, I'm just not ticklish. Hell, I touch you the wrong way right now, and you're gonna be giggling." You almost prove your point, but Nat glares at you and grabs the hand you have on her stomach, her expression telling you No.

"Mmmmm… but I'm feeling nice right now. So I won't. Because I'm nice." You grin down at her, and she rolls her eyes and releases her hold.

"Good. Because I'll kick your ass, I still have my cleats in my bag, don't make me use them." A quick glance at her soccer bag, and you briefly consider how long it would take Nat to push you off of her and grab her cleats, holding up her end of the promise.

Until she grabs your face with one of her hands, making you face her. "I'm joking." She murmurs, thumb brushing against your cheekbones. "Didn't I say you think too much?" And she pulls you in for a kiss, far more tender than you would have imagined it to be. 

"Also said I talk too much—" You mumble against her lips, which earns you a harsh pinch on your hip, a clear sign to shut up and kiss me, if you've ever seen one. 

So, you do. What can you say? You're a people pleaser at heart. 

Her lips part to make way for your tongue, and the kiss quickly escalates from there.

Natalie’s hands slide from your shoulders to your back, pulling you closer to her as her lips move against yours with increasing urgency. Her nails dig lightly into your shoulder blades, seeking a path downwards to the clasp of your bra. The second she gets it off, her hands shift to your front, squeezing your breasts greedily.

You smirk into her lips as your tongue presses against hers, saliva mixing together as your right hand flattens against the smooth expanse of her stomach, index gently tracing a small scar just below her rib cage.

She tenses slightly when you brush against the scar and immediately grabs your wrist and guides it lower, down to the waistband of her panties. You hesitate somewhat, but when she squeezes your wrist, you take that as encouragement and dip your fingers below the waistband, fingers quickly beginning to circle the area around her clit, but not quite touching it.

Blunt nails dig into your wrist, but she never breaks the kiss, despite the apparent frustration with your teasing in the way she grabs at you. A smirk makes its way onto your face as you detach your lips from her mouth, attaching them to her jaw, then slowly trailing them down her neck, savouring how she tilts her head to give you better access.

The second you bite down on her neck, attempting to suck a mark into the pale skin, you feel her tug your head back, "N-no. No marks." Nat mutters breathlessly, "Please. Just… nowhere visible." 

"Nowhere visible?" You parrot, considering that for a moment, "I can work with that." Continuing to press kisses to her neck, you agree to her terms and don't leave any marks, but you can't find it in yourself to remove your lips from the smooth expanse.

She seems pleased with the fact you're being so agreeable about that and lets out a quiet sigh, "Good. Now stop teasing."

A laugh is pulled from your throat, "Remember what I said last time? Gotta build that tension. Makes the release ten times as good." But, once again, you are a people pleaser. Specifically, a Natalie pleaser, and you let your fingers brush against her clit once, twice, then you start properly playing with the bundle of nerves.

Nat lets out a hum of appreciation as her fingers come to tangle in your hair, encouraging the way you press your face into the side of her neck as your fingers move, attempting to find a suitable rhythm. Once you do, you let out an appreciative groan at the way her hips grind down into your hand, trying to chase whatever you can give her. 

"Fuck," You murmur against the side of her neck, "God, you're so fucking wet." A shiver makes its way down your spine at the wet sounds you're pulling from the region, coupled with the short, sharp breaths Nat is taking. 

The breathless moan that parts from Nat's lips has you closing your eyes and focusing on your movements, brows furrowing in concentration. Your fingers leave her clit, sliding down through her wetness, then you're sliding two fingers into the warm opening, "Oh, God." You breathe out as your fingers sink down to the knuckle, "You feel so good."

"Not so bad yourself." Nat tries to quip back, but it comes out far too breathless to land the way she intends it to. "You're, ah, good at this." She murmurs out, almost like an afterthought, and you scoff and roll your eyes at the comment.

"Thanks." You mumble back, "I aim to please." 

And, well, you sure as hell aim for that goal.

Two fingers turn into three, Nat's breathless gasps and small whimpers pull from her throat at an increased rate, and it's not long until her nails are digging into your wrist hard enough to sting. 

You get the message pretty quickly. 

"Yeah—" You exhale, mouth trailing back up to her lips, "Wanna feel you come on my fingers." A kiss to the corner of her lips, "Wanna fucking feel you come on my fingers."

A small whimper leaves her lips, and her back arches, "F-fuck, keep doing that, and I will—"

You press your lips against hers, all teeth and tongue and oh god she's whimpering against your lips and—

You feel the way she clenches around your fingers in pulsations, the way her entire body tenses, then slowly relaxes as the pulses subside.

Before you can stop yourself, you retract your fingers from her and immediately press them into your own mouth, making a show of cleaning off the digits, pulling them back with a thin string of saliva connecting them to your lips.

Natalie, for the record, seems to find this very attractive. If the way her jaw goes slack and her eyes darken in hunger is any indication, "Jesus Christ." She stares at you, chest heaving with exertion (despite not doing anything other than lying there), and she's dragging your head back down to lock your lips together, desperate and eager. 

One of her hands curls around the nape of your neck, fingers tugging gently on the strands of hair at the base of your head. Her tongue presses itself past your lips, seeking yours, tasting the remnants of her release on your tongue. A gentle groan parts from her, and after a moment, she draws your tongue into her mouth, sucking on it, and whether she's chasing the taste on your tongue or just doing it because she can, you really don't care. It's hot.

She moves to turn onto her side, facing you, and one of her hands moves to rest on your hip, the other remaining at the base of your skull. Nat slowly rocks her hips into yours, "My turn." She breathes out against your lips, the hand on your hip beginning to trace itself lower with clear intent. 

The blonde hesitates slightly when she pulls back, eyes wide and pale cheeks flushed a shade of red. Her tongue peaks out to lick at her lower lip before she speaks, "I… I want you so bad…"

That comment makes you hesitate momentarily; even Natalie senses it wasn't entirely her to drop something like that. You give her a slight look of confusion at her attempt at being sultry but choose not to comment on the out-of-character line.

"Yeah," You breathe out after a moment, deciding just to move on, "Yeah." And you're kissing her again.

Nat moves her fingers under the waistband of your underwear, moving with purpose to find your warm heat, only slowing for half a second when she feels the wetness at the tips of her fingers. She hums into your mouth, seemingly in approval of her findings.

Unlike you, Natalie doesn't tease. Maybe it's because she already knows you're worked up from getting her off, or perhaps she just prefers getting right into the action, but either way? You're not complaining.

No, it's hard to complain when her fingers play with your clit like it's the most fascinating thing in the world to her, flicking the bud and rolling it between her pointer and middle finger with a satisfied grin on her face.

You push at her shoulder when you feel the grin against your lips, "Stop acting all smug." Comes out in a petulant huff, earning you a small giggle and a few quick circles of your clit.

"What? Am I not allowed to be happy I'm making you feel good?" She teases, voice laced with faux sadness.

"You just started, ass." Your hand moves from her shoulder to the back of her neck, "Don't get ahead of yourself."

"Hardly ahead of myself," she muses, fingers starting to move in smaller, controlled circles. "Just remembering what you did last time we did this. You seemed…" She hums to herself, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck, "pretty into it."

A scoff, followed by a squeeze of her nape, "Yeah, hard not to be into it when you have a hot chick's hand between your thighs."

That earns you another giggle, and Nat lets her fingers leave your clit in favour of seeking your entrance. "And, for the record?" She moves her lips to your ear, "It's gonna be a long night."

"That a promise?" You gasp as one of her fingers begins to tease, slowly sliding down, "Or just… a thinly veiled threat?" "Oh, baby." Nat purrs, finger sinking into its destination, "It's a guarantee."

And it sure as hell was.

It's well past noon when you wake up if the light streaming through your curtains is proof enough.

Most notably, there's a warm weight on your chest, and that weight you quickly realise belongs to none other than Natalie Scatorccio.

One hand draped over your waist, head resting on right above your heart. Bleach blonde hair is splayed out across your chest, and a soft smile makes its way onto your face at the sight.

She stayed the night.

The sense of relief that immediately crashes over you is palpable, and you let out a breath that you feel like you've been holding since that night at the party.

You aren't quite sure how long you lay there before you realise she's wearing your shirt like it's the most casual thing in the world, and, specifically, it's the shirt you wore last night. Usually, you're not one for cheesy romantic moments, but that? Oh, that makes you feel real good about yourself. Sure, it could have just been a "this is available" type of thing, but you like to imagine it's something a little deeper than that, even if you are being a little delusional. 

Like all good things, the moment of peace and reflection in the afternoon light comes to an end when Natalie begins to stir on your chest, slowly opening her eyes and coming alive to the world.

"Hey." You murmur out, one of your hands coming up to start playing with her hair, "Good sleep?"

She grunts at that, closing her eyes again and pressing her face back into your chest, "'m still sleepy." 

A warm laugh leaves your chest, and you can see Nat's small smile at your reaction to her mumbled comment, and it makes that fuzzy feeling in your chest return at full force. "Doesn't answer my question, though. Was it a good sleep?"

"Mm." She hums, the hand around your waist tightening slightly. "Yeah, actually. It was." The words come out in a sleepy mumble, and you can't help but feel… content, at least for right now. 

And, honestly? You'd be comfortable letting the silence fester. This is a good silence, not the type of silence that has you begging for an out.

Natalie, however, stirs after a few minutes in silence, giving your waist a soft squeeze. "I…" She sighs, opening her eyes and looking up at you from where her head is perched on your chest,  "Look. I'm gonna be honest with you. I don't…" She removes her hand from your hip and gestures to nothing, "I don't know what I am, alright? I mean…" A humourless chuckle, "I get that I'm not straight. Yeah, I've put the pieces together, but I don't, like, know what I am."

You shake your head, shifting slightly to look at her better, "Hey," you shake your head a few times, "that's okay. You don't need to know right now. It's not like I'm about to make you take a pop quiz on what your assumed sexuality is." The words are light, attempting to convey a joke, but there's also this underlying concern buried underneath. "I'm not about to… force you to label yourself, or anything." A sigh, "I mean… it's… complicated. I dunno. Figuring out who you are." Your fingers continue to run through her hair in a soothing motion, "I'm hardly someone who can, like, guide you down a path of self-discovery, but I'll be here if you need someone to talk to, Nat."

Some of the tension leaves Nat's shoulders at your words, but it's obviously still weighing heavily on her mind. Regardless, she gives you a slight nod and rests her head back on your chest, "Can we just… figure it out later?"

"Yeah." You reply softly, "We can figure it out later, Nat. No rush."

"No rush." She parrots, curling into your side again.

a/n: crush act 2 chapter 1 next trust

You snore when you sleep, by the way." Nat comments after a long few moments in silence.

"What??" You sit up, glancing down at her, "No, I do not." 

She gives you an exasperated huff when you sit up, therefore moving her from her (very comfortable) position on your chest. "Yeah, you do. Now lay back down, asshole. I was enjoying that."

"Not a single person has ever complained about my snoring before."

Nat shrugs, "Then they must not have been paying attention. Because you do." A beat, "And it's loud."

Your jaw drops in shock, and you can hardly believe what she's saying, "I genuinely cannot tell if you're fucking with me or not."

The blonde just shrugs as you lay back down, "Guess you'll have to wait and see, huh?"

"You're an asshole, Natalie Scatorccio."

"And here we are, anyways." She hums, "Here we are."

[emyladia]

I want you back... | L. Nr

pairing : lando norris x f!reader

summary : you and lando had broke up a few months ago and you're just now moving on. Or so you thought... 'Cause that was before he decide to text you.

genre : fluff, slightly angst ?

warning : cursing, pretty sure that's all

a/n : I just loooove writting about lando. This is kinda shitty but it was fun to write hope you'll enjoy it ! Anyways taking request if you want.

You were fine, of course the break up has been really tough for you but now you could say it loud and proud : you were over it.

What a lie...

All it took was a damn text for your world to fall into piece again.

"Hey"

It was 3 AM when you screen lit up, and now that single word was making you completly crazy.

What the hell ? Why would he be texting you ? Maybe a wrong number ? Was he drunk ?

Your head was just a huge mess at the moment, that's probably because of that that you decided to answer. You clearly wouldn't have if you were in your plain consciousness.

At least that's what you were trying to convinced you.

"Hey" You text back.

"It's been a while" He answered in less than a minute.

"WTF lando ?" You couldn't help but send, this wasn't making any sense.

He was the one to broke up with you, and he hadn't even try to contact you the past months. Why would he texts you ? And why now when you were finally moving on ?

"I miss you"

You had turn off your phone after this text.

Like what were you supposed to say ? That you too you were missing him ? That in fact you were missing him so damn much it was hurting you ? That you were missing him so bad that sometimes you were calling your male friends by his name ?

You just couldn't answered that.

You were having lunch with your a few friends, yet the text just wouldn't leave your mind.

You had basically stared at it the whole morning.

"Hey, you're okay y/n ?" One of your friend asked.

"Oh yeah sorry I was just lost in my thoughts" You tried to brush it off, chuckling a little.

"You seem a bit off today, no offense but we've barely heard you" Another one of your friend spoke with a concern look on her face.

They were all nodding, as you sighed.

You should probably just told them, theywere your closest friends and it's not like you could keep that to yourself anyway.

"Lando texted me" You blurted out looking down.

A loud silence followed your confession as you saw all their eyes widened in shock.

"I'm sorry WHAT ?" One of them finally spoke.

"Lando in like LANDO ?" Another continued.

And they all followed, throwing questions at you.

You showed them the conversation, way easier and they all gasped at the last text.

"What are you gonna do ? You should probably block him" Your friend said, they seemed tp all agree.

"Yeah I should do that" You nodded.

They were probably right, that was the best things to do. They were the one who had picked you up piece by piece when Lando broke up with you.

You were gonna do just that, blocked him and he would be out of your life forever.

God you were so weak.

When you went home and were about to block him another text illuminated your screen.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have said that, you're not mad are you ?"

You swear your fingers had just moved on their own.

"I'm not mad, I was just busy sorry" You replied, and you knew you had fucked up, that needed to stop and yet you were encouraging him.

"I'm so relieved to hear that ! How you're doing ?"

Damn why was he answering so fast.

"Just casual life nothing too entertaining, you ?"

"Pretty much the same"

It was gonna be fine, it was a simple discussion between two young adults. Nothing to worry about.

"The paddock feels empty without you" He added.

Shit. This wasn't fine at all.

"Is that so ?" You were kicking your feet like a damn teenager.

"Yeah, can't win a race without you" You knew, and he knew this was border, but to be honest you weren't caring at all.

"Can't win a race at all" You joked, you were giggling. God you've missed talking to him, even for simple discussion like that.

You shouldn't felt that way, or you were gonna end up sad again, but you couldn't help it.

"OFFENSIVE" He texted back, but you knew he was laughing.

You and Lando kept talking for hours, you were smiling at your phone like a maniac.

He was such a good talker, smooth, funny, full of charm.

He knew how to annoy you and how to make you laugh the most. He also knew how to hurt you the most.

You were currently laying in bed, watching 'pretty woman' when you got another text from your ex boyfriend.

"I really do miss you tho"

Here you were again, staring at the screen like it contained the answer to the greatest mystery on earth.

"Lando, stop that please" You eventually texted back after a few minutes.

"That what ?"

"That thing that you're currently doing, trying to make me pity you"

"Is it working ?"

"Lando..."

"Cmon y/n I'm serious, I fucking miss you, every minute of every day"

You were no longer paying any attention to the movie that was still playing on the screen of your laptop.

"YOU chosed to broke up" You remembered him.

"I know I made a damn mistake, and I'm sorry"

"You know what I don't even want to talk you anymore"

"Y/n don't do that"

"I should have blocked you already"

"But you didn't"

You were infuriating, completly messed up by too many emotions at the same time, you were sad, and angry against him, and against you too cause you were so weak for this man.

He was right, you didn't.

"Babe please, I just want you back" He sent you a few minutes later since you weren't answering.

"Should have thought about that sooner, and don't call me that"

"I'd do anything" He insisted.

"Claim me on TV and I'll think about it" You texted saracstically before turning off your phone.

You and lando had never been public, because fans could be crazy at some times and you were finding it absolutly ridiculous to brag on social media that you were in a relationship.

That's why you had said that, that wasn't making anysense. Maybe now he'll understand that this was definitly over.

Or so you thought.

When you woke up your phone was blowing up with notification.

A lot of demands on instagram and hundreds of texts from your friends.

You were so confused until you clicked on the link your friend had sent you.

It was an interview of Lando that he hade just done but the views were already so high. Why would she send you that ?

Everything become clear when right before ending the interview Lando spoke :

"Actually I want to say something before leaving, I used to date a girl Y/n Y/l/n, she was amazing but I messed up with her cause I was a complete idiot... So if you're ever seeing this please come back, I know I've been an asshole. But I really want you back"

What.

In.

The.

World.

Was.

Happenning.

You grabbed your phone and dialed his number immediatly... No answer.

"What have you done ???" You tyepd agressively on your keyboard completly freacked out.

[rabotimagines]

"Manic Episode" GN BOT! Reader + Red Alert, Skyfire, Starscream, Thundercracker

Summary: You're having a manic episode.

Warnings: Symptoms of mental illness? (Written by a mentally ill person)

Genere/Theme: Platonic

G1 characters: Red alert, Skyfire, Starscream, Thundercracker.

Notes: This is based on my own personal experience with my own manic episodes.

Pronouns: You, you, yours.

Red alert almost shorts a circuit when he walks into the cafeteria at three a.m., expecting it to be empty only to almost walk right into you. He yells a bit in shock then realizes it's you- but he's cautious- because why in Primus's name are you here now of all times? You bluntly end up snapping you were, in your own words, "glitched" and "having a manic episode." That's why you were there... apparently. Red alerts only up because his sensors were acting up, so he's, of course, suspicious of that fact. But you just nod and go back to your- whatever manic late night business and Red alert goes on his own business too. With a note to keep an optic out for you...

Eventually, you run into each other, or he even just sees you up enough times randomly late at night that Red Alerts processor starts registering it as normal. Also, the nights he happened to see up you late were the next days after he'd see you visibly exhausted. So the facts certainly line up at least. So he eventually accepts it as the plausible fact of what you're doing without alternative motives. At that point, he'll be asking you if you've seen anyone else up or if it's just you. Yeah, see, now he's using you to help satiate his own stress. With Red Alert is like mental illness + mental illness the way he's working you and making you look over shit for his own stress episodes. You both have your respective mental episodes, but at least you're doing it together in a crossover episode.

Red alert usually relieves whoevers on watch the nights he's up, and soon enough, he starts inviting you to help him keep watch because you know what's normal at night in the ark now. Depending on whose actually supposed to be on watch, they might just stick around and be the third to your mentally ill duo. (Bluestreak, Trailbreaker, or Inferno) regardless it's either you and him or whoever decides to be third person at four am talking about the cameras and anything else that catches someone's intrigue. (Inferno's usually the only one who'll stay until you both leave yourselves, though.) At least the manic nights weren't as empty, and you had fewer chances for the lows to catch up with you.

Prowl usually walks in seeing you both (or three) and is immediately telling you both hes comming Ratchet that you've both pulled an all-nighter. You're out the door before Red Alert is even out of his chair, but Red alerts not fair behind cursing and ducking under Prowls door wing on the way out.

-

Skyfire does late nights, too, but not to the unhealthy degree you will. He only sees you at night because of this, and he eventually sees you too much and gently asks if you have trouble sleeping. You end up bluntly admitting to being in the middle of a manic episode, and Skyfire suddenly understands why you seemed a touch more- eccentric. But Skyfire can't help trying to help you since he's used to helping in these scenarios. Starscream used to get episodes like this, so he's aware aware and has a few different plans in his proccessor.

Skyfire is he real one and the absolute best you'll get at the ark. He's also the only one at the ark who knows it's not just the highs but the lows, so he's got you fully covered. He'll ask if you need something to do and like he expects, you accept. So he has you do lower effort but still working tasks. Help him sort these datapads, help him review this for errors, help him move some of the equipment to Wheeljacks lab. Skyfire also knows how to get a manic episode to maybe settle so he coaxes you into sitting at his desk to share a cube and talk as a "break". Skyfire leans against his desk and talks with you nothing serious just to get you going. You eventually start slowly crashing having been forced to slow down. And Skyfire watches you wind down more and more. You close your optics where your leaned against his desk, but Skyfire keeps talking about nothing and everything. Very aware you could jolt back awake if you didn't enter recharge all the way yet.

Skyfire eventually pauses and waits for a response from you. Hearing none, Skyfire lets you recharge in peace and heads for recharge himself. For Starscream, it was rarely one day and done, so he knows you'll probably be the same the day after. So he comms Hoist to talk with you at least the morning after. Starscreams episodes weren't typically triggered randomly, so Skyfire can only imagine something has set you off.

-

Starscream is a fucking disastrous combo to also have a manic episode with. Especially when hes more than likely only awake because he's having his own manic episode. This is like somehow accidentally syncing your menstrual cycle with your high-school bully. You meet in the nemesis hallway in the dead of night and get into a verbal argument which quickly leads to a physical one. It either escalates till you exhaust each other or Soundwave or Primus forbid Megatron has to get out of recharge to break you up. But regardless it ends with you both bleeding energon, injured, and scuffed in the otherwise empty canteen. Your both sitting next to each other drinking energon. Which is either the best it could be or the worst it could be. It's either early enough in the next solar cycle the energon dispenser has refreshed itself. So the energons as clean as it would get. Or it's not late enough so your stuck drinking the energon equivalent of almost straight coffee grounds. But you both drink it regardless because your fuel tanks were empty.

Neither of you talk or even look at one another. You just drink your energon. And for the first time since Starscreams been trapped on this mud ball, he feels- some sort of peace. You wouldn't be able to torture that out of him, but it's something he recognizes, at least. So Starscream starts searching you out for stress relief when he can see the signs of your own manic episode peaking out. Which is you just beating the slag out of each other till you're exhausted enough to crash from your respective mania.

Eventually, he ends up commanding you to come with him and "Make your useless self busy!" Starscream is working you in his lab now when he's manic or you both are. This leads to you still verbally yelling at one another and only occasionally physically fighting. Surprisingly. But what? You don't know what the frag you're doing!? Dumbaft! You're copying his results from one datapad to another. Sort these slagging datapads! He'll make you his damn Turborat if need be.

Most manic nights now usually end with you crashed out on his laboratory floor. Starscream sees your unbothered uncreased recharge expression, and Starscream wants to kill you for it. Teach you a lesson in letting your guard down around a con, let alone him. But Starscream just scoffs every time and goes back to his other projects. He was too slagging tired to put in the effort right now anyway. Starscream usually passes out at his table when he crashes, and you're always gone by the time he comes back out of recharge anyway. He couldn't be bothered to track you down and properly put you down for it the next cycle, either.

-

Thundercracker almost hits you with his wing when he whips around hearing you up now of all times. You're by the wall, keeping busy with your hands with something, and you just barely give him a glance when you see him. You just arch an optical ridge and return to your task. And Thundercracker almost turns and leaves with you having seen him. They weren't exactly permitted for late night flights, but Thundercracker hadn't been caught- until you. But he's above you in ranking technically, so he just turns and continues his way to the flight exit of the nemesis. He sees you in the same spot when he comes back and prepares for you to squeal to someone. Soundwave, Starscream or heaven forbid Megatron.

So he waits the next couple of solar cycles, and you just- don't say anything. Thundercracker hasn't been reprimanded or punished. So now he's suspicious. What slag do you want from him? Thundercrackers bluntly asking you as much the next time you catch him going to the flight deck late. You just seemed to think for a moment and asked for something to do. To keep you busy. You couldn't recharge no matter what so you'd rather be busy then not. Which- was something. If you're a flyer Thundercracker just scoffed before dragging you out with him on his own late night flight- you wanted to do something he'd use you to help him run through flight practices. Which sucks, Thundercrackers still stand offish as ever regardless, but it's something to do with your energy.

If you're a grounder, he's stuck with his optic ridge furrowed in thought. Thundercracker eventually snaps out of it and tells you how you can't be demanding him for anything in the first place as a spark damned grounder and turns to continue to the flight deck. He only stops when you say, How if that's true he won't mind if you let slip you saw him to Soundwave. Thundercracker grits his denta and marches back to you. Fine, you want something to do?! He pulls a datapad out of his subspace and jabs it into your chassis and demands you sort every file in order by how important it was and clear out any files that were older than an earth month. With that, Thundercracker turns without looking at your expression and goes on his night flight.

He comes back and finds you waiting and already holding the datapad back out to him and demanding another task. So Thundercracker starts saving the bit of easy, busy paperwork he has for you to do. You end up arguing with each other every time, but slowly, the insults get less heated. Then, one night, Thundercrackers pissed as can be because Skywarp pranked Astrotrain, and Thundercracker was the one who suffered for it! Thundercracker snaps and starts ranting about Skywarp before he even takes you flying/gives you his datapad, and you just listen- and then you start actually talking to each other after that. And it's- very undecepticon, but Thundercracker starts liking it. And he eventually finds he actually likes it a lot. He likes talking with you now- Thundercracker likes spending time with you.

Thundercracker starts actually looking forward to your little late night flies and / or talks. He'll eventually take you for a non combative flight or let you review something a bit more important than his paperwork...

[thinkingaboutbetterdays]

the one. ( adam davenport x reader )

gif belongs to me

"Chase, go away. Now."

You approached the two brothers in the hallway, where they waited for Leo and Bree to join them for lunch.

"Okay..." He glanced over his shoulder as he left.

You crossed your arms, glaring at your boyfriend, who tilted his head. "What's wrong?"

"Why didn't you tell me? We're not supposed to keep secrets from each other."

Adam looked at his younger brother, who was listening nearby, and you turned, seeing Chase swiping his hands, signaling for Adam not to answer. His arms quickly dropped to his sides when you met his gaze.

You glared at the genius who smiled sheepishly before running away. You looked at your boyfriend, who smiled nervously, fidgeting with his backpack.

"When did Leo get a girlfriend?"

The tension in his body left as he exhaled in relief. "That's what this is about."

"Yeah. Why do you have any more secrets?"

"Nope." He smiled brightly.

You narrowed your eyes before deciding he was telling the truth. "Who is it? What's she like? Why didn't he tell me?" You chattered. Your demeanor switched from deadly to resembling an excited puppy, and Adam was relieved that this was the secret you were referring to.

"He swore me to secrecy. He thinks you'll go overboard."

"No, I wouldn't." You looked at the ground, putting your hands behind your back, trying to mask your excitement, but after dating for two years, Adam knew when you were trying to trick him.

"Yeah, you would." He chuckled, placing his arm around your shoulders as you walked. "Remember when he had a crush on the girl from his American history class? You walked by her locker talking about how great he is every morning for a week."

You sighed, resting your head against his chest. "Do I at least get to know her name?" You tilted your head to meet his gaze, a pout on your lips that almost made him crumble.

"Sorry."

You crossed your arms and walked away. Adam chuckled as he caught up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he lifted you into the air, making you laugh.

"Sorry, babe." He kissed your cheek. "I took a brotherly oath."

You nodded in resignation. "I forgive you. This time."

Adam smiled as he set you down, and you turned in his embrace to wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him tenderly.

He knew that you would try to find out who Leo was dating. If you didn't, your head would explode with all the questions you needed answers to.

When you started dating, Adam was thrilled with how easily you got along with his family, although at times, it was stressful trying to cover their tracks to protect the secret about their bionics. You knew Leo from around school before you met Adam, and it was Leo who introduced you to his step-brother after he noticed the way you both stole glances at each other.

Whenever Bree had a crush, the house was filled with excited squeals as she shared every detail. But after spending so long trying to impress her, Leo didn't want your excitement to spook Janelle.

It was difficult to keep secrets from you, although he understood the importance of keeping his bionics a secret, trying to stop you from seeing Leo and Janelle around school together quickly grew tiresome.

While waiting for you to meet him for lunch, Adam walked over to where Leo was sitting after saying goodbye to Janelle. After spending a week running interference, he was exhausted and could see how disheartened you were that Leo wouldn't confide in you.

"You know, keeping my bionics a secret is one thing, but lying to my girlfriend constantly is really hard for me. She just wants to know if you're happy. I mean, what am I supposed to tell her?"

Leo patted his shoulder, "I know. And don't worry. I invited Janelle over this weekend to introduce her to everyone."

Adam sighed in relief. "Finally."

"You still need to make sure she doesn't freak out like she did the last time."

Adam nodded, lifting his head when you approached. Leo shook his head when a fond smile appeared on Adam's lips as he got to his feet. He knew how much you cared about them, and after trying to prepare Janelle as much as he could for the onslaught of excitement mixed with wary interrogation, she still agreed to meet his family. And knowing marriage was on the horizon for you and Adam, he thought of you like a sister.

The next day, you were stunned when Leo told you he had invited Janelle over to meet everyone. As he predicted, you were more excited than his mother.

"Her name is Janelle?" You grinned, holding onto his arm. "Ooh, what is she like? How did you meet?" You wrapped your arms around him, swaying from side to side as you squealed. "Oh, I'm so happy for you!"

Leo looked at Adam over your shoulder, who was watching the moment with an adoring smile. "You see? This is why we couldn't tell her."

There was a knock on the door, and Leo slowly approached it.

"Now, remember, everything is cool. Everyone is calm." Leo pointed at you, and you moved to stand next to your boyfriend who was sitting on a barstool.

Adam placed an arm around you with a smile, "He's talking to you, babe."

"I'm cool. I'm calm."

"Really?" Chase raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Because you're smiling like a crazy person."

"Hey!" Adam brought you closer to his chest. "It's beautiful crazy person."

You smiled at your boyfriend, who kissed your shoulder while Chase rolled his eyes, and Bree shook her head in amusement.

Leo opened the door, and when you caught a glimpse of Janelle, you released a squeak before covering your mouth when Leo looked over his shoulder. Adam rested his head on your shoulder, hiding his smile.

"Hey, Janelle. Come on in."

She sent him a small smile as she entered and he closed the door. She looked around the room, and Tasha stepped forward to introduce herself and Donald.

"You've met Bree, Chase, and Adam." Leo gestured to the bionic siblings who waved.

You slipped out of Adam's hold to step forward and shake her hand. "Hi! I'm Y/N."

Janelle smiled, nodding. "Yeah, I've seen you both around school." She nodded to Adam. "You guys are really cute together."

You turned to your boyfriend, "She thinks we're cute!" You turned to Janelle, ignoring the way Leo swiped his hands, signaling for you not to say anything. "I love your name. Janelle and Leo. Leo and Janelle. It's so adorable. You make a really good couple. Not that he talks about you - well, not to me. Apparently, I will get too excited and embarrass him. But he really likes you. I can tell just from the way he looks at you."

"Adam!" Leo gestured wildly in your direction.

"I'm on it." Adam approached you, and Janelle watched with amusement as he carried you over his shoulder.

"We should go shopping together!"

Leo ran his hands down his face as you continued to ramble, and Adam took you to the kitchen. Bree and Chase shared mirthful glances as they followed.

"Way to play it cool." Chase chuckled.

"I am so sorry about her. She gets carried away sometimes." Leo smiled slightly as he stood with his girlfriend.

Janelle giggled, "It's fine. I like her. They're adorable."

Leo perked up, "Really?" He looked over at where you were whispering to his step-siblings while Adam watched with a bewitched smile on his lips. "Give me a second." He gestured for her to take a seat and walked briskly to the kitchen. "She finds it adorable. Come on!" He whispered.

You smiled brightly, and Leo shook his head when you almost knocked him over as you rushed to join Janelle on the sofa as his siblings laughed.

"That's my girlfriend." Adam crossed his arms with a smile as they observed how quickly you and Janelle got along. "My adorable, crazy girlfriend."

Leo shook his head as a smile grew on his lips. Since you started dating Adam, you bonded with his siblings easily. Bree was thrilled to have another girl to talk to, and when Chase talked, you didn't tell him to be quiet like the others - listening intently and taking an interest. It was clear how smitten Adam was with you. Everyone knew that he would tell you the truth about their family soon because it was hard to imagine Adam without you tucked beneath his arm.

You looked at your boyfriend with a smile, and his feet instinctively brought him over to the sofa, sitting next to you. Bree sighed, smiling as she followed Chase and Leo to the sofa.

"How many embarrassing stories have you told her?"

Janelle bumped her shoulder with Leo's as he sat next to her. "None." She sent you a smile that you mirrored, leaning into your boyfriend's chest. "Yet."

"Trust me, there's so many." You giggled.

"And she's not exaggerating," Adam added.

He turned his head when you looked at him and returned the smile you sent him.

"When you get married, I call maid of honor," Bree spoke up.

You smiled at the brunette when Adam placed an arm around your shoulders, resting on the back of the sofa. "Deal."

From the way her brother was looking at you, she knew she wouldn't have to wait long.

[moralesluvr]

hii 💗, i had a request/suggestion, but basically what if the reader (fem!afro-latina.) was a real hothead , had anger issues allat good stuff , really just gets annoyed or mad over the smallest things and she sometimes just lashes out in spanish, what would e42 miles do?

earth 42! miles morales ft. a hothead gf

♡ pairings & aus: earth42!miles morales x hothead!afrolatina!fem!reader ♡ summary: how your bf reacts when you get mad, lash out, etc. ♡ warnings: cussing in spanish, miles just happy to be here fr, i think thats it? ♡ a/n: thanks for your request!! ♡ got a request? | masterlist ♡

miles honestly didn't figure out that you had anger issues like you did until you went out on a date and they gave you the wrong order

you were tight, because you had already waited an exceptionally long time to even get the food + the order was wrong? all your patience literally had been lost along with the meal that you were supposed to have

"puta madre...we ordered that shit like an hour ago!"

"ay, mami, cálmate," miles would tell you, soothing you with a rub to your back or a kiss to your lips, "'s aight, we can go somewhere else if you not feelin' this place."

he def knows how to calm you down. sometimes you'll get mad at him for doing or not doing things but he has to remind you that you really ain't wearin the pants lmao. sometimes it ends up in arguments but he knows that you can't control it and that you only mean well

"miles, tú idiota! limpiar este lío en este momento!" (miles, you idiot! come clean up this mess right now!)

¿con quién hablas así? fix that attitude." (who you talking to like that?)

he can always tell when you're about to go off or lash out, so he always tries to stop you if your anger becomes unhealthy. in public, though, he finds it funny when you curse or express your anger in spanish because usually no one can understand it but him

def def def kisses you to make you be quiet. you're talking/rambling too much? he kisses you to make you 'hush that filthy mouth' (his words not mine!)

he can always count on you to tell someone off if needed though. he likes when you stand up for yourself but if you go too far he'll definitely speak to you about it in private

"mami, you know damn well what you said wasn't right. now go apologize"

and u just slither off all grumpy and go apologize (even tho u probably dont mean it!)

he lets you take all your stress out on him, because he can handle it, and you find it relieving. sometimes he'll settle you down with a smoke or he'll let you literally scream at him bc he's unfazed anyways, you could never hurt his feelings

"you piece of shit." "yeah, princess, that's right-- let it all out."

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 ☻ thank you for reading!

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[lazyalani]

| Shu Yamino × [F!Reader]

| fluff and angst, hurt and i dont know if its comfort, not proofread, i had this for a while now, could not help from writing nijisanji, get the author away from her phone

| Midnight Rain

| Main Masterlist

| Nijisanji Masterlist (Soon)

i broke his heart

"Babe, I think you're supposed to pour it slowly. Are you that hungry?" He chuckles.

You rolled your eyes and continued pouring the ingredient. "I'm impatient and I don't know how to bake."

"That's why I'm here."

"You're no baker too."

"But between the both of us, I think I'm the type to not accidentally poison of our food." He laughs and takes the ingredient away from you.

You huffed and decided on sitting on the stool, leaning your chin on your hands and watching him mix the batter carefully. "You know, I'm thinking you're Sebastian Michaelis from Black Butler sometimes. Are you a secret demon and that's why you can do everything?"

He laughs again and shakes his head, not taking his eyes off the batter. "I think I'd still want to be a sorcerer. You're filling your head with your fictions again. Don't you think it's time to fill it with recipes instead?" He teases.

You let out an offended gasp. "Hey! My fictions are fine here thank you. And I don't need recipes when I don't plan to bake."

"You never plan to, but you always end up doing it." He dips a finger on the batter and tastes it.

cuz

"It's because I get bored." You groaned and swung your feet around.

"Sure, but I think call me when you want to bake yeah?" He brings a parchment paper and a tray. "Come and put these here." He gestures you over and gets behind you.

"Do it properly this time, don't deform it. I don't think we'd both appreciate alien cookies." He chuckles in your ear and helps you form a circle.

"What if I drive these in your mouth right now?"

"I love you, babe."

"Shut up, love you too."

he was nice

The best part of it all was loving him. He was, just him. And it was everything you needed.

he was sunshine

Shu Yamino was ethereal from the first moment you saw him. He was someone unreachable and yet here you are, laughing, smiling, baking, teasing, with him. He was the fun you needed in your dull life. The interesting part, the climax of your story.

He was a big pillar in your life that never wavered. The part you'd never skip, the part you'll always re-read, the part you always come back too, the part you cried for, laughed for, smiled for, ached for, had butterflies in. He was the person in your life that you always knew that was there. He was just always there.

He was the comfort to your everything.

i was midnight rain

But going back to the unreachable part, it seemed like he always was.

he wanted it comfortable,

When it ended it just seemed empty. The conversation seemed blank.

It wasn't as if someone fell out of love or cheated or you had an argument you couldn't come back from. The decision was made from busy schedules. His streaming and work just didn't have time for you anymore. His career wasn't really something you wanted to come in between with.

he wanted it comfortable

Streaming was his passion and you always knew it. You've always supported him in everything especially in streaming. You experienced first hand how he was like when he's happily streaming and how he always talks about how grateful he is to have supportive fans and how relieved he is that another stream went well.

But it was also an issue that you couldn't stay.

i wanted that pain

You just didn't fit right in his schedule and it hurts. More than anyone could think.

It was a personal issue really. Call it selfish but love isn't enough to make you stay in a relationship that doesn't fit you. You didn't want to make him choose between you or his career either. Infact, you made the decision for him to choose his passion, his dream.

he wanted a bride,

You wouldn't call the break up sad either. It was something both of you understood, maturity.

It wasn't happy, not sad, but looking back at it, it was just empty then. Nothing at all. A blank ending. You never regretted it though, never.

That break up helped you grow without him. You couldn't always be dependent on him. You depended on his words, his actions, his sweet nothings, his little gestures, his smile, his laugh, his presence, his comfort.

i was making my own name,

You loved each other very much, but sometimes love isn't enough, no, most of the times it isn't. There are so many factors that just becomes obstacles.

"Babe, I don't think there's an easy road." He laughs at your driving skills on the game.

"Maybe I can find an easy and short one." You insisted and laughed. "I'll beat your ass when I do."

"A shorter way is only harder. Atleast the long road will take you there eventually, but you'll never know what the shorter one gives you first before leading you, maybe it'll even give you a harder time."

chasing that fame

Yes, the longer road will be for the better. It's better to take longer than to suffer in the shorter one.

Ah, even now his every word still haunts you. He was wiser too, huh? Always the one you lean on and always the one giving you advices. Life really wants to make it harder to forget him.

With every decision and step you make, it's always his words echoing in your head. He was always the better one in everything, basically your guardian. Shu Yamino was the perfect, dream boyfriend every lady would want, and that thought alone makes you feel like you aren't worthy enough to come in between him and his career.

He was willing to provide anything for you, and it made you feel like you weren't doing enough for him.

he stayed the same,

Whenever the two of you would meet again in one of your same circle of friends' reunions and hang outs, it was never awkward. Nothing changed about the way he treated and acted around you.

He stayed the same Shu as you knew him to be. Never treated you any less, not too much either. He smiled the same, he laughed the same, he talked the same, he teased the same. It was like you had never broken up at all.

It was clear that you both still loved each other, but it was something that can't be fixed until you've settled your own self. You wanted to prove something to yourself. To be able to stay without worrying whether you're worthy of even fitting in his life.

"I'll wait, I can wait." He held your hand, voice calm, but eyes begging for something.

"You don't have to, go on with your life. Live your dreams to the fullest." You smiled.

You couldn't be that carefree girl who relied so much on her love anymore.

all of me changed like midnight rain

[moodymisty]

“He was always heavier than his brothers. His armor had to be adjusted three different times to fit him as he outgrew it.”

“His armor might be cold, but astartes run hot; Like their blood is boiling, so beneath that metal chill is the heat from the skin visible on his face and neck. You think if the cathedral was any colder, his hot breath would be visible.”

Our black templar bf is large and warm??? Everyone in the reblogs is talking about sleeping with him, while I’m thinking about how nice it must be to sleep (nap, rest, snooze) with him. That man is a human version of a heated weighted blanket! The cuddle sessions with him must be astonishingly good!!

You're thinking good thoughts, anon. Honestly other than the interface ports, a big ol' space marine would be a fantastic cuddle partner in the cold. But maybe that's just me deluluing.

Also I know writing requests are closed because of my backlog, but I just really wanted to do this. So enjoy.

Warnings: Unnamed Black Templar from this fic/Fem!Reader, Possessiveness, Size difference, General 40kness, A very rough drabble so plz forgib

The wind outside howls, battering against walls much less suited for keeping heat comfortably indoors.

To think, you would now very much prefer to return to the Sigismund's Oath instead of having to face weather significantly more severe than just the cold hollowness of the ship. At least he is of a high enough rank that he's allowed a barracks of his own; You don't know how you'd feel in a hall with ten other astartes.

If you already feel like some sort of prized animal in the brief moments you're around them, you can't imagine how that would feel. Particularly if your only protector had to leave you alone.

Suddenly you look up as the only door opens, teeth clattering against each other. You neck hurts from how tense it's been, toes curled in worn shoes as your body desperately tries to keep the most important parts warm.

He enters, no longer in his armor and now sports the loose cloth trousers and robing astartes usually do when out of their ceramite gear. You can see the scars that are scattered over his skin; An untold amount from both battle and his creation.

You rub your hands together fast to try and warm them, before sticking them between your thighs. He watches with that same stoic, unreadable expression.

"You're cold." He says it so matter of fact, you can't help but purse your lips to avoid smiling. You nod and try to hold back the clattering of your teeth.

"I'll be fine. I just need to get used to it." You'll be here awhile is the assumption, so 'getting used to it' is going to be a necessity.

He walks closer to where you sit on his temporary bed. Important enough that he couldn't remain stationed on the ship until needed, but not enough that he couldn't be relieved of duty a moment of actual rest. For a brief moment, you wonder what he's like in battle.

Coming closer to you he in one fell swoop sits down onto the bed, making you to wobble.

"Come," He says, looking at you.

When you freeze for a moment, he speaks again with more words an a more exasperated tone. "Are you like my battle brothers from Inwit now, and prefer the cold?"

As of late he's becoming a bit more talkative around you- though you suppose 'talkative' might still be a bit of a stretch. Out of the many things, humor was not one of the skills bestowed upon them by his Primarch Dorn's genes. At least from the stories and scripture he's taught you as of yet.

Quickly you shuffle closer to him, and he grasps your arm tightly and pulls you against his chest. You quickly adjust in his lap with your legs pulled closed to you. He sleeps sitting- unsurprising to you given his history- with his dagger in arms reach. You suppose this is the most natural extension of that, curled in an almost upright fetal position.

Other than his interface ports pressing against your skin he is overwhelmingly warm, and within moments it feels like you're barely even cold anymore. Astartes and their blood, you swear it almost feels like it's boiling. No wonder he pays the cold no mind.

His massive hand covers good portion of your upper thigh, as he keeps you held close. His nearly inhuman amount of muscle isn't as uncomfortable as you'd thought it would be, as your shift your hands.

It's comfortable and snug, but you doubt you'd be able to leave now even if you'd wanted to.

Your shoulders relax a bit now that you're no longer shivering, and safely in the arms of your Black Templar, you finally feel like you can fall asleep. Even if you'd been warm, the idea of doing so in an unknown place with the one who'd brought you here no where in sight isn't a good one.

You know that unless they suddenly have need of him, he'll have five hours of sleep. You'll have the same, though unlike him you have to daily, whereas he can apparently stay awake for days at a time. Another odd quirk.

You don't know if he's asleep as it's impossible to tell, but you fall asleep not long after, finally warm and comfortable.

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hii, can i be 🐈‍⬛?

been thinking about being best friends with natalie since before the crash but you come to realize how obsessive and possessive she is over you during your time in the wilderness, especially ever since she's claimed as the new leader

of course! glad to have you here. 🫶 this is a lovely request.

you never thought much about your friendship with nat. you guys were best friends since you first learned to write, doing everything together, from playing in the playground to talking about crushes and even letting her stay over at yours when her parents were driving her mad.

she was your best friend, nothing more, nothing less. but to natalie, it was much, much more.

you were everything to her. the only person she could fully trust, the one who was always there to pick up her pieces when she broke down, the reason for her to wake up every morning. her love for you went beyond something platonic or even romantic: it was a deep-rooted obsession, something she couldn't rationalize even if she wanted to.

when the crash happened, all nat saw was fire. fire, blood, a dead body here and there. yet her first instinct wasn't to survive, no. it was to make sure you were alive and safe. she had to carry your unconscious body out of the plane wreck, leaning you up against a tree and checking for any indication that you were still alive. when she felt your pulse, she was instantly relieved, that initial panic disappearing and slowly being replaced with just worry.

then, things changed quick. as soon as you all realized there was no way out, it was like natalie's whole demeanor changed.

it's not that she wasn't like this before the crash; natalie was always possessive of you, whether it came to friends or partners. she never let anyone talk to you for too long without her nearby, didn't let any guys hit on you, and god forbid someone tried to talk shit about you. it's just that you never seemed to notice it.

now, with all the dynamics changed and with the main focus being survival, it was blaringly obvious how obsessed she was. not only to you, but to everyone else. some of the girls teased her about it, but all they got was a glare sharp enough to cut through steel. to her, you were like a fragile little bird, something she was supposed to take care of. only her, no one else.

when she gets pushed into that leader position, it only gets worse. now that everyone listens to her, she uses it to her advantage. telling them to stay away from you, to not bother you, that you'd rather be alone. essentially isolating you from everyone else, so that you're forced to rely on her and her only. you notice the others avoiding you, barely even looking when you pass by. it doesn't take long for you to realize that this is all natalie's doing.

"can't you see that this is for your own good?" is what she tells you when you decide to confront her about it. "you don't need them. you're fine with me, aren't you?" deep down, she's terrified that you'll trade her for someone better, someone more interesting, someone who can comfort you better than she can. it terrifies her, so she removes all those people from your life so that you only have her.

[strawberrynightmere]

Can I request a Yandere Andrew x pregnant medical student Julia!reader?, set after their breakup. She’s relieved she left him months ago after discovering the Graves siblings' crimes. Now, five months pregnant, she decides to keep it secret from him and move to another countryBut Andrew tracks her down… and pregnancy sex (yeah it happens unless it's risky).

Yeah, anon also sent that there would be no Ahley (can be mentioned) and itsuppose to be non-con/dub-con with reader liking it at the end (like mindbreak or something).

Found You [Yandere Andrew Graves x Pregnant Julia! Reader]

TW⚠️: dark content, yandere tendencies, pregnancy, kidnaping, Ashley is not here (she is mentioned), non-con/dub-con smut/nsft/+18, reader takes place of Julia, female reader, assumptions of cheating, threat of abortion (idk call it what ever you want), my writingn, I don't know what else to put here.

A/n: I had to change some things up. Again, I am open to criticism.

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"I-it's over! I'm done with you!" You slam the phone back on the wall and take deep breaths to calm yourself down.

It was supposed to be a normal phone call where you were gonna tell him about the pregnancy, but something just snapped at the moment. The thought of having to deal with Ashley even more scared you tremendously, and it wasn't helping that Andrew didn't want to listen, saying: "we'll talk it over once I'm out."

You bury your face in a pillow and let out a scream. A college student who's almost four months into her pregnancy, it sure is a story. Once you are done screaming into a pillow, you lay on your bed a stear at the ceiling.

You'll figure something out...

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And you did.

Wow, and we're not gonna touch on that at all.

Right now, you're getting an ultrasound, and the doctor was showing you the screen. "This is the body, and here is the head." You nodded along as they explained more, like how the baby is developing, about your health, etc. etc.

Anyways, all went well. You made an appointment for next month, and now you're returning home. When you feel an intense stear at your back, you turn to see nobody was there.

It's kind of weird that the streets are empty at this time of day. Maybe you should hurry a bit.

You began to walk faster, picking up the pace whenever you thought you heard a footstep that wasn't yours. Eventually, you were about to try running, but whoever was following you had already predacted it and grabbed and dragged you in an empty alleyway, restraining you and covering your mouth and nose with some pice of fabric.

You were feeling dizzy after a bit of struggling.

Shit!

It's chloroform.

You struggle even harder, trying to get free, even going as far as screaming through the fabric.

"That's enough."

That voice, it belongs to Andrew. How is that possible? He's supposed to be dead.

You slip into unconsciousness, and the last thing you see is his green eyes.

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You hazely come to half consciousness. Your vision was foggy as you tried to rub the tiredness from them. But you can't move them.

You gain full consciousness in shock and notice that your hands are tied up to the headboard of a bed.

Oh fuck! Andrew!

"You're awake."

And there he was, standing above you holding a cleaver.

"A-Andrew-"

"I told you we'd talk when I get out." He said in a grim tone. Andrew sits himself under your numb legs. He lifts your shirt above your chest.

"But you moved on pretty quickly." He points the blade of the cleaver under your belly. "Who is it?"

In panic, you blurted it out.

"Yours! The baby is yours!"

He stares at you in shock.

"Heh..." He removed the cleaver and started laughing. He placed his head on your belly, listening to the baby's heartbeat, his hand gently caressing your side.

"And you still left." Andrew takes his sweet time while you feel slight dread of the words he spoke. "It doesn't matter. You won't be doing that anymore."

Andrew pushes your bra up, exposing your sensitive breasts.

"Wait, Andrew!"

"I'll be gentle." He said softly before gently bitting and licking your breasts, earning small whimpers from you.

His hand undid your pants and slid into your underwear. You feel his fingers press and circle your clit a bit before sliding into your entrance, thrusting in and out while his thumb was playing with your clit.

A moan finally escaped your lips as you came over his fingers.

Andrew then pulls your plants down, along with your underwear. He undid his pants, pulled out his throbing cock and lined himself up at your entrance. He slowly pushes in, and you gasped.

Once he was fully in, he waited a moment or two before slowly thrusting in and out.

You feel a knot in your stomach, getting tighter and tighter the more Andrew moved. You finally came, moaning his name.

Andrew pulls out and carefully gets off the bed.

You slowly slip back into unconsciousness as you feel his lips kiss your forehead.

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A/n: Honestly, that was a bit better than the last one. Sorry it took so long. Anyway, I'm gonna go look for dividers.

[sroop]

leave it

You didn't really know how to ask a girl out. So you just... did it your own way, I suppose, with your big eyes and open hands. Do you want to shoot deer with me?

Pairing: König x reader

Warnings: very brief, very light mention of past bullying

Summary: at one point in your life, you thought könig would be nothing but a passing character. tonight, you have decided he will be your life partner.

A/N: oops sorry, just a love letter to my fixation at the moment 😟

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When I first met you, I thought you were a dog looking for a bone. The kind of lost mongrel that you see padding along a highway, when you're going too fast to care and, by the time you do, too far gone to do anything. I wrote you off as another boy my age, only thinking he was ready for a relationship.

You didn't really know how to ask a girl out. So you just... did it your own way, I suppose, with your big eyes and open hands. Do you want to shoot deer with me?

Not really, actually, but I'd be happy to make us a dinner with what you bring back. Worked out for us anyway I guess. And even though I thought I wanted someone older, more experienced, you were actually so much more than I thought you'd be. Nervous, yes, but kind and so, so attentive. Always at my heels, happy to please.

Now here we are. You, in the dairy aisle of a supermarket I don't know the name of because I haven't quite gotten the hang of German, with your handwritten shopping list that I've scribbled a few items of my own on. You'll notice soon. Not yet, because you're too busy puzzling out the offered discounts. But soon.

Actually, I don't know why you bother with discounts anyway. You have more money than the army has bullets. Maybe that times two. But I don't say anything about it because I remember the first time we really talked, you told me about shopping with your mother.

It still makes me ache a little to imagine you cutting newspapers up for coupons, afraid not of going hungry, but that your mother would look away when you couldn't add up the right numbers. Of getting to the grumpy cashier who called you slow, every time, that you'd gotten the total wrong. I hate to see little you clench your fists, study harder, grow more and more afraid, get it wrong each time.

I know you are still a little afraid every time we go shopping. And it's ok, I won't tell anyone.

What I don't know is why you hang on. Like sometimes, I think you're even a little relieved when you're deployed. Like the time you were deployed just before my birthday, when we'd just started dating.

You, at my door, flowers in hand. All 6 feet something of you that you hunch over to hide. When you told me the news, you'd said sorry, but I knew from that look in your eyes that you wanted nothing more. War and battle you knew. A girlfriend's birthday, though, was foreign territory.

That's ok too. You came back after all, a month later, and asked me if I still wanted you. Yes, König. I still want you. Besides, you're getting better at all that stuff anyway. Getting better at letting go too.

Like yesterday, when you sidled up to me during dinner and asked, like a child with a Christmas wish, if we could celebrate our anniversary somewhere closer to home for you. Austria. In your hometown, which I never thought you'd want to return to. And as it turns out, it can be quite charming if you have a hulking boyfriend following you around clearing obstacles.

I get the sense that you're doing more than clearing my obstacles, be it the language or the money or the transportation. I sense that you're uncovering old wounds. That's why you came back last night, after I'd fallen asleep, tears on your cheeks and shaking cold hands. I don't know where you went or what you did, but I can smell in your stories the morning after that it was something at your old school. That you chose to tell me about those old bullies because you had chosen to summon them again. Fight nightmares awake instead of asleep.

Did I ever tell you that I'm proud of you? That I don't care what oddness you get up to so long as it means you can live, a day in your life, unafraid? That I only watch you count up unnecessary discounts because I know, somewhere in you, you're still trying to make your mother proud?

I put a hand over your shoulder as you make your way down the shopping list. You're finally seeing what emergency supplies I've tacked onto the end.

Your eyes are big and your mouth is open and there's nothing on Earth more excited than you. You pull your features together in a question, pitched and desperately hopeful.

"Das ist wahr? du bist schwanger?"

I play it off coolly, just a chuckle and a shrug. König, I put my hands in my pockets to hide how they shake. How equally desperate I am for that hope, no less dog than you are.

"If we get the tests, we'll know by dinner."

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thanks for reading!

[redhoodinternaldialectical]

🖤 + ship of your choice?

kissing while crying / goodbye kiss / desperation

I keep thinking "I'm so bad at writing angst and anything upsetting, I hate leaving my stories as anything but lighthearted :/" but then I consistently end up writing angst into everything, including fic chapters that are supposed to be comedic and fluffy so uhhhh lets see how I do when deliberately going for emotional devastation :D !

And since I've been thinking about it lately we'll go with a premise of:

A Jason who knows he's come back from death many times but has no guarantee he'll come back from death again volunteering for a suicide mission and Tim knowing this might be his last chance to confess

There's nothing graphic, but this is all hurt no comfort, angsty as fuck sad shit with an ending that leaves it ambiguous as to whether or not this death sticks. Hope y'all enjoy!

Jason states in a flat, calm tone, "It needs to be me."

They all turn to look at him, their bodies backlit by the glow of the reactor's slowly worsening meltdown.

"What the hell are you talking about," Dick asks, while Tim's blood turns to ice in his veins.

"I didn't survive that plane crash into the meteor. I didn't survive that fall into the ocean. I didn't survive the warehouse. I've been killed over and over and come back from it every time, so if one of us has to die tonight it needs to be me."

"A terrible argument," Damian declares resolutely, standing firm despite his trembling, "We have no reason to suspect that those instances were anything other than circumstance. Random chance and dumb luck runs out. What we need is certainty, and... and Father would bring me back again. We all know it. I can take it."

"I did not come back just to throw another kid to their death! Maybe when you're gnarled and grey and about three hundred years too old to live without a lazarus pit we can talk, but until then I am not about to let you die in my stead."

Damian backs down quietly. He looks relieved, and guilty.

"Then let me do it," Tim demands, trying and failing to sound light and fearless, "Everyone else has had a turn with death, seems a little unfair doesn't it? Hogging all the afterlife experiences for yourselves?"

Jason says with quiet vehemence, "If that's how fairness works, then I will be as brutally unfair to you as I can be."

A long silence stretches between them as they stare each other down. Tim fights to keep the lump in his throat from spilling out into tears and Jason struggles between the need to see himself grieved and the yearning to comfort him and make this all easier somehow.

Finally Dick breaks the silence, "What would you like us to do for your funeral this time?"

"I want to be cremated on the bank of the Ganges with proper rites. Mild preference for a Shaivite or Shakta sect, but I'm not really picky."

And that was it. His fate was sealed.

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Tim grabs his hand before he can step into the airlock leading to the reactor's emergency maintenance tunnels.

Jason glares at him, "You aren't stoppin-"

"I know!" Tim lowers his voice to a whisper, "I know..."

"Then what...?"

"I'm sorry if this isn't anything you want, but I can't let you go without saying it. I- I love you. I'm in love with you."

He looks stunned, shocked, almost hurt. Then he kisses Tim fiercely, pressing every bit of affection he can into him with the slim moments they have left. Salt stings their dry lips and they cling to each other with vain desperation until their arms ache.

When he finally pulls back Jason roughly scrubs the tears from his eyes, "Fucking cruel of you to give a dying man something to live for."

"Promise me, please, if you can, if you get a choice, if you're at all able to, please promise me you'll come back?"

"No. I love you more than bread and wine, but my death is mine and I utterly refuse to allow your feelings or anyone else's to sway me in this. However..." Jason's voice grows soft, and he lifts Tim's hand to tenderly kiss at his palm and wrist, "If I am brought back? I swear that it will be you I come back to. I swear that I will give you my heart and everything else you ask of me; this will be the only thing I ever deny you."

Tim grips him tight, squeezing his eyes shut, tears and sweat rolling down his cheeks as the reactor burns itself ever hotter. Then he shoves Jason away, into the airlock chamber.

"I hope it's quick," He knows it won't be, "I hope it doesn't hurt," He knows it will, "I hope you get what's best for you," Just as long as it's not the end you want.

"Goodbye Tim. I love you."

"I love you too. So, so much..."

The blast door swings shut between them.