#actually there's one girl that i was best mates with that i have an INSANE storytime about now lmao like it was so fucking random đ
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girls will say theyâre tough shit until 7 by catfish and the bottlemen comes on
#AND ID BEG YOU BUT YOU KNOW IM NEVER HOMEEEEE AND I LOVE YOU BUT I NEED ANOTHER YEAR ALONE#literally made a whole playlist based around the specific feeling this song evokes#like is it really a sad song or is it just one of the bands you listened to religiously as a pre-teen with friends you no longer talk to#specifically this band bc they were only active for a few years before breaking up and my friendship group was OBSESSED w them#i saw them live and everything and all my big memories from the ages like 14-16 remind me of this band and vice versa#im nostalgic for what was probably one of the worst times of my life. fucking hell#would i go back there? no. do i miss what we had? a little#what's the stand by me quote. does anyone ever have better friends than the ones they had when they were twelve. or smthn#that for pre-teen girls. the other night i spent over an hour going through old snapchat memories#'seshes' babies đ but the vibes were so real#actually there's one girl that i was best mates with that i have an INSANE storytime about now lmao like it was so fucking random đ#catfish and the bottlemen#song rec
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â° đŠđđ˘đŤđ˘đ§đ ⌠fem!reader x lando norris
â° đŹđŽđŚđŚđđŤđ˛ ⌠just everyone thinking lando and his bsf (you!!) should date. thereâs no real time frame for this. itâs all over the place. just little snippets. I donât really know what I wanted to do with this tbhđ
â° đđ¨đ§đđđ§đ ⌠no warnings!!
â° đ§đ¨đđ ⌠my first time making content for lando!! I think the friends to lovers trope fits him so well!! I hope you like it!! this is beyond silly so obviously donât take it too seriously!!
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lando.jpg: sheâs already on here all the timeđ but this is a very special lando.jpg post because itâs someoneâs birthday! not gonna get all sappy on you but @.yourusername is the most beautiful, genuine, kindest, funniest, emphatic, caring, loving, rizziest (she forced me to add that last part) person that youâll ever meet and Iâm beyond lucky that I get to call her my bestfriend. Love you forever and a day sunshine. happy birthday!â¤ď¸
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landoluvr4: actually gonna go jump off a bridge. this is too much for me
yourusername: the best bestfriend a girl could ask for. love you to bits my lan. đŠˇ
lilymhe: y/n can rizz me up any dayđđĽ°
⤡ user44: lily you are so real for thisđ
⤡ yourusername: already rizzed you up. youâre my wife đđ
⤡ landonorris: @.alexalbon come collect your menace
⤡ yourusername: hey now! donât talk about my girl like that!
⤡ alexalbon: what she said
maxfewtrell: so am I getting a birthday post dedicated to me or what?
⤡ landonorris: sorry mate thereâs only place for one best friend on the .jpg
⤡ maxfewtrell: oh? I see how it is đ
⤡ landonorris: relax mate. I said on the jpg. you know I have to post my main babes on the main accountđ
⤡ yourusername: oh? I see how it is đ
⤡ landonorris: you can never win in this economy đ§đť
user64: when are these two gonna get together
⤡ love4lando: no fr. they have so much chemistry, thereâs no way thereâs not tension between them
⤡ user70: a guy and a girl can be just friends you guys do know that right?
⤡ love4lando: a guy and a girl? sure. not these two though
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landonorris: you look good in everything, but especially orangeđŠ
⤡ user34: heâs so down bad itâs insane
⤡ landoluvrr: lando thirsting for y/n on main. whatâs new
landonorris: my biggest fanđ
⤡ yourusername: alwaysđĽ°
user99: you know lando was giggling, blushing and kicking his feet over the âmy boyâ part
⤡ carlossainz: he was
⤡ oscarpiastri: he screenshotted it, printed it and glued it on his wall
⤡ landonorris: this is why max is my favourite
landofan4: my boyFRIEND. think you missed the rest of the word there
user14: y/n in the paddock againđĽş. you love to see it. wish she could come to every race :(
⤡ landonorris: ditto đ
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user46: please tell me this means what I think it means
user29: I could die of cuteness. theyâre so adorable
user64: literally 99% of my problems would be solved if this is them hard launching.
carlossainz: cuuuteđ
yourusername: â¤ď¸
⤡ landoluvrr: y/n please confirm it for us đŠ
yourusername: I love my BF so muchđĽ°
⤡ landonorris: you should. Iâm pretty greatđ
⤡ oscarpiastri: humble toođ
maxverstappen: fucking finally. took you two long enough
⤡ user21: haha max is all of us rnđ
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Never His (Remus Lupin x Reader)
A/N: when James needs help asking out Lily, he enlists you to play his fake girlfriend to make her jealous. In the process, you end up making Remus Lupin green with envy.
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You werenât expecting James to throw himself into the chair across from you in the library, his face holding the most desperate of looks. He brushed his messy hair back from his forehead as he got situated in the seat. James looked like he had run all the way across the school to find you. You raised a brow, peering up from the textbook on the desk that you were trying to study. Remus turned to stare at his friend as well, taking a break from his own reading.Â
âY/N, I need your help. Itâs super important.â That could mean a lot of things, you thought. He was known for being quite the drama queen after all.Â
You replied smoothly, âIâm afraid Iâve got to hear the terms and conditions before I agree to anything.â
âBe my girlfriend,â James said bluntly. This took you by surprise. Your jaw fell slack, looking at him as if he had two heads. Was he insane or just incredibly stupid? What the hell happened to his obsession with Lily Evans? Since you met the boy in third year, he hadnât shut up about the beautiful redheaded girl. She was certainly a catch too, with her looks and her brains. Who wouldnât want to be with a girl like that?
You could feel Remus sit up straight as a board in the seat beside you, staring over at James with his eyes narrowed. The change was barely noticeable. James probably missed it; he was never very perceptive. You, other hand, noticed. Of course you did. You noticed everything about Remus. He was like a novel you had read a million times, comforting and familiar. Anything out of place, you took notice of.Â
You could certainly feel the tension coming off of Remus is waves. He never liked when James and Sirius fucked around with people for the hell of it. It wasnât that he was a stick in the mud or anything, it was just that he hated when those two disturbed his peace with you. Hated it. Couldnât he spend a few hours away from them? Enough time to appreciate your company?
Cautiously, you asked, âJames, have you gone mad?â
He shook his head, eagerly reaching across the table and clasping both your hands between his, shaking them with excitement. âNo, I have not! Iâve actually come up with a brilliant plan, but it will only work if you agree to help me out,â he said a bit too quickly, and you furrowed your brows, still awfully confused by the entire thing.Â
Remus was silent, just observing. He was angry, how could he not be? You were his girl. Well, not really. He had never asked you out, or implied he wanted you to be his girlfriend. But everyone knew that he liked you, maybe not you yourself, but everyone else. This included James. He should know better than to ask you out, especially right in front of him. It was cruel.
He wanted to argue with his best mate, James. Give him a shove in the shoulder and tell him to fuck right off. He refrained though. He wasnât that bold, nor did he have the right to control what you did with your life. He wasnât your boyfriend. He wouldnât ever be your boyfriend. He just had to keep his mouth shut.Â
âMind explaining then, Prongs?â you asked, pulling your hands from his grasp to cross your arms over your chest and leaning back in the chair.
âBe my girlfriend, just for a couple weeks, maybe a month. Iâll do anything you want if you help me out.â
âWhy would you want me to be your girlfriend for any amount of time?â you scolded him.Â
âI want to make Lily jealous. The only way I can do that is showing her that Iâve moved on to other girls, but I donât actually want to date anyone else,â he said, âYouâre one of my best mates, and I donât have to worry about you catching feelings for me like the other girls would.â He cracked a grin when you rolled your eyes at his cockiness. James wasnât ugly, but he also didnât have girls falling over themselves to be with him like Sirius did.
âOh, thank Godric. I thought you actually wanted me to be your girlfriend.â Â
âOf course not. Youâre like a little sister to me,â he laughed.
âAnyway, what would I have to do?â
Be my fake girlfriend for a month and Iâll buy you anything you want. We only have to pretend when weâre in front of other people, especially the girls. Itâs basically fool-proof.â
âMore like foolish, you dumbass,â you sighed. It wasnât the worst proposition, considering James and his family were rich as fuck. He really could buy you anything you desired.
Remus was pretending that he didnât care, his eyes trailed back down to the novel in his hands. James was just up to no good again, nothing out of the ordinary. He was hoping you would decline Jamesâ request, but he knew that wasnât going to happen. You were great friends with James, and were usually willing to help him out in any way you could. He hated that he had to sit there and listen to you discuss plans to date like it was completely normal.Â
âPlease, Y/N, please. You're the nicest girl I know. You gotta help a friend out,â he begged.
Just shut the fuck up, James. Remus thought to himself. He would never say it aloud though.Â
âFine. I expect half of Honeydukes inventory as compensation, but Iâll do it,â you told him with a heavy sigh. He punched the air enthusiastically then hugged you so tightly around the middle that he lifted you from your chair and swung you around in his arms. He was quite strong from being a dedicated chaser, after all. You laughed nervously, pushing against his shoulders so he would set you back down. âReally, itâs no big deal. Iâm doing this because I think you and Lily would be cute together, alright?â You told him.
âYes, maâam,â he replied swiftly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. âSit next to me at dinner today. Weâll play it up then, make it public.â
âOkay.â
He turned around after giving you one last thumbs up, rushing out of the room to no doubt tell Sirius about his plan. They did everything together, so of course Pads would either figure it out himself or find out after James caved and explained himself. You took a seat again in the wooden library chair, sinking down with your hand pinching the bridge of your nose.Â
âI donât know why you entertain him,â Remus finally commented. He sounded bitter, but you figured it was just because your study session was interrupted.Â
âNo harm done. I get a bunch of candy, he gets one step closer to the girl of his dreams,â you reasoned, resting your cheek in the palm of your hand.Â
If you were being honest, you wished that it was Remus asking you to be his girlfriend, but Remus didnât care for you like that. You were just friends. Both of you enjoyed your quiet time together, whether you were reading or drinking a cup of tea. You liked to go to Hogsmeade together and drink butterbeer in a booth, talking about nothing and everything at the same time. It was something the other boys werenât interested in. You could try hanging out with Lily, Dorcas, and Marlene, but they would always drift off to talking about boys, James in particular.
Remus just had a way of keeping your attention, entertaining your curious mind. You two had become so close over the years because of it.
You were the one that snuck into their dorm on nights after the full moon, healing potions in your pockets and bandages at the ready to clean up his injuries. You didnât mind that he was a werewolf, in fact, you thought it was pretty interesting. It compelled you to work harder in your studies to be a healer, so one day you might be able to lessen his pain. Needless to say, you really liked Remus. He was handsome, tall, positively dreamy, and oh-so-sweet like honey and sugar. He was one of a kind, and you would be lying if you said his determination to stay just friends didnât sting a little.Â
But the world keeps turning whether or not the boy you fancy likes you back. You tipped your head down again to study the text in front of you. Studying was especially hard now that you couldnât think of anything other than James asking you to be his girlfriend before you mustered the courage to ask Remus.
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The next time you saw James was at dinner that evening. You sat beside him after he waved you over. Normally you would sit on the opposite side with Remus flush against you to make room for everyone else at the table. Today, Sirius sat beside Remus and you took Siriusâ seat right beside James. He slung his arm around your shoulders to get you closer to him.Â
The brunette practically pulled you into his lap with how eager he was, and you yelped, garnering the attention of the other boys at the table. Remus scowled, turning his head down to glare into his soup. James didnât have to be so dramatic. Lily would get the point without all the theatrics.Â
In fact, Lily was sitting at the other end of the table with her eyes trained on you and James. She looked a little perturbed, and when James turned to glance down the table, she quickly turned her head away, pretending she wasnât at all interested. Real smooth, Lily.Â
You knew Lily liked James, at least a tiny bit. She talked about him far too often not to. You were in a few classes together, and James was a frequent topic of discussion. While Lily would never admit to her crush, she hinted at it here and there. It was a similar situation for you and Remus, who you vehemently denied having a crush on for a few years now. Lily was probably shocked to see you in the arms of someone else.Â
You played it up for the crowd, people from the surrounding tables looking at the both of you and whispering amongst themselves. Y/N and James? How scandalous.Â
Your hands were clasped together, fingers intertwined and sitting between you on the table for everyone to see, and it disgusted Remus. Sirius was practically gagging at the sight of two of his best friends being so openly affectionate, but at least his disgust was jokingly. Remus was genuinely disturbed. He wanted to leave the dining hall and head right to his dorm for the night, just to avoid the pangs of betrayal assaulting his heart.
He ducked his head to take a deep breath, trying to pretend like nothing was wrong. That James and the girl of his dreams openly acting like a couple wasnât completely tearing him to shreds.
He figured Sirius caught on to how he was feeling because the black haired boy turned to him with a sympathetic, half smile, as if to say âwhat can you do?â.Â
âI missed you today, babe,â your voice dripped out, oozing with fake attraction. A sickly bright smile crossed your lips as you looked at James. Even worse so, James leaned forward and gave you a kiss to your cheek, and it didnât even phase you. Since when were you and James so close? Even with the two of you playing it up, Remus never expected you to be so casual about it. It was like flirting with James came to you so naturally.
The pair of you laughed together and faked lovey dovey smiles here and there. It seemed to work too, because after only about ten minutes of PDA, Lily was packing her belongings and marching right out of the Great Hall with Mary following closely behind, most likely to console her. James grinned even brighter at that and pumped his fist in the air.Â
âI think itâs working,â he said happily, and you nodded. You still had to hold hands, to keep up the image for everyone who didnât know it was fake, but at least you could chill out a bit without her around. You sipped on the baked potato soup in front of you.Â
âWorking a little too well, donât you think? What if she gets so upset that she moves on from you completely?â Remus asked, rather grouchy as he did so. He felt so sick to his stomach, unable to take another bite of his dinner without his inside churning.Â
He decided he was done with his dinner after looking up to his two friends all cuddled up with each other, deciding he had better things to do than endure this torture. He packed his bag and stood. You watched him stand, and quickly followed, gathering your belongings just as he did.Â
âRem, wait up. Where are you going?â It wasnât like him to leave dinner so early. You figured something was wrong. Your worries were only confirmed when he let out a long, exhausted sigh. You knew him too well to let him sneak past unscathed.Â
âI just need to take a walk. Not feeling the best,â he lied. Well, technically it was true. He felt like shit, just not in the way he wanted them to think.Â
Behind your back, you missed the look Sirius and James shared, that sneaky smirk coming to rest across Jamesâ face. You also missed the way Peter snickered a bit under the cover of his hand. His friends were absolutely awful for doing this to him, but they thought it was the only way to wring a confession out of him. Hit two birds with one stone, as they say. Get both Lily and Remus jealous at the same time, hopefully uniting two perfect couples in the process.Â
âWell, Iâm coming with you. We can go take a walk in the courtyard.â He didnât protest as you hurried to catch up him and his long legs, your robes flying behind you as you rushed ahead. Just because you were âdatingâ James didnât mean you were going to ignore Remus when you thought something was wrong.
And so, you followed your tall friend out of the dining hall into the hallway, making a b-line for the exit doors heading into the transfiguration courtyard. He felt a little better knowing you were with him and not cuddled up to Potter anymore. He was incredibly jealous, not that he would do anything about it. He didnât even have the right to be jealous either. He had to remind himself time and time again, you werenât his. You never were and most likely never would be.Â
It wasnât long before the pair of you found your ways to a covered bench in the courtyard, sitting side by side, staring at the fountain in the middle of the snow dusted grass, looking into the pool of frozen water complete with golden coins preserved in the bottom. It was a muggle tradition that some students brought from home to the castle. Theyâd throw a coin in and make a wish, hoping it to come true.
There had been a few times you tossed a galleon in there, begging Merlin himself to give you what you wished for most in the world. The boy sitting right beside you, in fact. You had been making those same wishes for years now, and each time you were let down. Remus never asked you to be his girlfriend, nor did he kiss you in the rain like you always fantasied about. He hadnât noticed the hints you would give him about how you felt, either ignoring them or choosing to be oblivious to them.
You cried many tears over the years because of your feelings for the boy. How conflicted you felt about confessing to him. You worried you would miss your opportunity and he would move onto another girl, but you also feared for your friendship. You didnât want to make things awkward and lose him completely.
You watched the snowflakes as they fell around fountain, wondering what happened to all those wishes. Every wish you made begging to finally be his.
âArenât you cold?â he asked, looking down at your skirt and knee high socks, a thin slit between them exposing your bare skin to the frigid, snowy air.Â
You shook your head, snapping out of your daze. âIâll survive,â you laughed, pressing your forehead to his shoulder. âWhatâs on your mind?â
âReally, Y/N, itâs nothing.â
âThe only other time Iâve seen you storm out of the dining hall before having dessert was the day Sirius put a whoopie cushion under your seat. You canât lie to me, sweetheart.â He felt his heart pang in his chest at the nickname you always used for him. He wanted to be your sweetheart, to love and kiss you whenever he wanted. To hug you to his chest and profess his love into your ear. He wanted to hold hands with you during lunch, and to have you sit in his lap in the common rooms, regardless of who was around to see. He wanted everything to do with you. He wanted to just drown in your soft words and your gentle touches.
 But he knew, just because you want something doesnât mean youâll get it. It felt like he needed you, to breathe, to eat, to sleep, to function like a normal human being. Maybe it was his naive 18 year old brain telling him these things, but he swore that he loved you more than anyone could imagine. He loved you from the tip of your nose all the way down to your feet. Every inch was perfectly tailored just how he liked it.
âWhatever it is, youâre gonna be alright,â you assured, nudging his shoulder gently with your own. For a moment, he forgot about the entire James situation and just thought of you, how you made him feel, and he did feel alright. He always felt safe when you were around. Even when he was his most vulnerable after a full moon, he trusted you to care for him.Â
James didnât know you nearly as well as Remus did. He knew it was stupid to worry about you catching feelings for the brunette chaser with a wicked grin, but he couldnât help it. Not when he had seen girls flock to his two attractive best friends for years. He knew it was stupid, and he knew he should live in the moment.Â
In this moment, he had you to himself. He could pretend you were his, all he ever wanted.Â
âI guess youâre right,â he mumbled, fiddling with the strap of his bag. âYou always know how to make things better.â
âMe? What about you? You always know just the right things to say.â
He wanted to say just how much he loved you. He could feel the words stuck in the back of his throat, and he just wanted to cough them up. You took his breath away, literally.
It was quiet for a long time, just the two of you sitting there quietly, listening to the chilly breeze flying through. Your hand rested beside his on the bench, your fingers close enough that if you moved a couple centimeters you would be touching. What he wouldnât give to hold your hand in his and press kisses to your knuckles.
He needed you, and he was just so scared. Seeing you with James made him upset enough, but the thought of losing you completely made him feel worse. Your time at Hogwarts was ending soon, and he worried so much, overthinking every little thing.
He wondered if you thought about the same things. If you worried about your life when you graduated. Where you would go and what kind of person youâd turn out to be. He knew you spent a lot of time working on healing spells, assisting in the infirmary when you could. You wanted to be a healer at St. Mungos, saving people.
Maybe you could save him, too, keep his head above water when things got difficult. The life of a werewolf is never easy, and he couldnât imagine what it would be like without you by his side to ease the pain.
âWhen we are done with all this- Hogwarts, I meanâŚYouâll keep contact with me, right?â he asked, feeling that familiar sickness churn in his stomach, afraid of what you might say. He knew you would never say something cruel, but he found himself preparing for it each time. He was afraid he would never hear from you again once you found a good job at the hospital taking care of patients, running around each day busier than the next.Â
He felt the self-deprecation sneaking back in.Â
You nodded your head furiously. âOf course! I would never forget about you, Remus, you know that right?â When he didnât respond, you reached up to take both his cheeks in your cold hands. You ran your thumbs along the scars across his face ever so delicately, he felt like you were running a feather against his skin. He sighed into your touch, leaning his head into your hand. âYouâre my best friend. Nothing and no one could ever take me away from you.â
Bravely, he reached out so his strong, calloused palm rested on your thigh, his fingers pressing warmly against that gap between your socks and your uniform skirt. Shivers ran down your spine at the touch. He was so gentle with you, it made your heart melt into goo at the mere thought of his touch. You were sure he could hear your heart beginning to race with how hard it pumped in your chest, how excited he was making you.Â
âWhat did I do to deserve you?â he murmured, just loud enough for you to hear him over the wind blowing against your ears.Â
âIf anything, I donât deserve you.â You ducked your head as you felt heat rush into your cheeks. âYouâre perfect, Remus. Donât let anyone tell you otherwise.â
After taking a deep breath, he started, stumbling a bit over his words, âY/N- I have something to tell you.â
And you swore he was going to kiss you. As he stared down into your eyes, his eyes flickering down to your lips a few times. You waited for it, sitting there in anticipation, watching his every move. You felt his hand resting on your thigh, rubbing small circles against your bare skin. Goosebumps rose to the surface and you shivered more from the contact than the cold breeze whipping against your face.Â
You were sure he was going to kiss you, if only the doors to the courtyard didnât burst open with students barrelling through the doorways. Quickly, you pulled your hands down to your lap and he shoved his hand into his pocket. Your eyes trailed to the ground, and you mentally cursed yourself for being too slow, for not kissing him yourself when you thought the time was right.Â
Maybe he didnât intend to kiss you. Maybe he was confused and was just showing you affection to reciprocate your own. Either way, you felt a spark with Remus that you hadnât felt with anyone else. The kind you think youâll only know once in a lifetime.Â
Whether you were fake dating James or not, you werenât going to let that feeling go.
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You two were the star couple of the party that night, standing in the middle of a celebration for Gryffindor, James holding a cup of liquor in his hand, and you carrying something fruity. He had his arm hooked around your neck, pulling you in close so his lips just barely skimmed over your ear. You smiled, finding the feeling of his skin against your ear and the breaths he was exhaling to be quite ticklish.Â
Lily was behind you, watching from the corner as she sipped on something nonalcoholic. She was never a drinker, and that just made it all the more infuriating for her to see you two dancing so intimately while she was stone-cold sober.Â
âI reckon sheâs getting close to her breaking point, doll. Youâll be getting a shitload of candy once she approaches me about this entire thing,â he whispered and you laughed, nodding your head in agreement. Dating James wasnât actually that bad. The only downside was that Remus wasnât spending nearly as much time with you as before. Probably because you had to spend most of the day following James around to keep up the illusion of this whirlwind love affair.Â
It hurt, not seeing your best friend. You missed his company. He was your favorite person ever, with his pretty eyes and his adorable smile. The way his sandy hair would fall over his eyes was effortlessly beautiful, and his sweaters made him look so intelligent and mature, two qualities you loved in men. James was unfortunately neither of those things. Perhaps thatâs what made âdatingâ him so simple. There were no surprise feelings between you two because the things you each wanted in a significant other were completely different.Â
You wanted a Remus in your life. Someone so handsome it had you swoon. Someone kind and soft and gentle around the edges. Someone with a sweet tooth and a pretty smile that you could stare at for days without getting bored of it. You loved to talk to him about anything and everything, he just made it all so interesting. You wanted someone who shared your love of books, candy, and peace and quiet. Remus Lupin was all of that and more.Â
He was just so lovely. You wished he was the one you were dancing with and not James. You wished that it was his lips pressed to your ear, whispering sweet nothings to you instead of these nonsensical plans of making a certain redhead jealous.
He sat on the couch, talking with Peter about something that happened in potions that morning. He looked stunning with his face lit up by the flames in the fireplace. If only you could walk over there and take a picture, keep it forever, look at it whenever you were feeling down.
He glanced up at you every now and again, just checking. He never looked for very long though, turning his head down with a grimace on his face each time. Remus couldnât stand the sight of you so intimate with someone else, even if he knew it was all fake.
But how was he supposed to know if youâd accidentally grown feelings for his friend over the course a few weeks. Youâd gotten much closer, hugging and kissing on the cheeks and forehead quite often. You laughed when James told jokes no matter how stupid they were. You attended his quidditch matches, which you hated doing before this entire mess.
Remus was afraid you changed your mind somehow. That you now thought James Potter was someone you could see yourself dating for real.
He couldnât handle the thought, feeling himself beginning to crumble. He tried to maintain the conversation with Peter, only to feel himself zoning out, eyes trailing over to you helplessly every time.
You wrapped your arms around Jamesâ neck, dancing slowly at the song that played over the record player. âAre you okay with me kissing you?â He asked, âI think itâll be the nail in the coffin to finish all of this.â
You pulled back a little, your face draining of its color. Did you want to kiss James? Not particularly. Did you really care? It was hard to say. You wanted to be kissing someone else, a certain boy on the couch, but that was out of the question. You and James were just friends, two actors trying to woo the girl he so desperately wanted. It was like acting in a school play. It was just pretend. Harmless, really. James had kissed tons of other girls before you. It was normal for him.Â
You always kind of imagined this sort of situation with Remus. It stung a little to know that you would sooner have the chance to kiss James Potter as opposed to your actual crush.Â
You peered over your shoulder for a second to see Lily looking absolutely taken with James, and then turned back to the boy in front of you. It was a tough decision, but you ended up nodding your head. âItâs okay. Nothing too dramatic, yeah?â
And with that, your quidditch playing, Lily-obsessed friend kissed you right in the middle of the bustling party. You lips pressed together and you shut your eyes so you didnât have to look at him. He ran his hand down your cheek and over your jaw for a moment as he leaned in closer, really trying to make it look authentic.Â
Thankfully, it was short lived because soon enough, someone else had grabbed your arm firmly and tugged you out of Jamesâ clutches. You turned around to be met with a sweater vest clad boy glaring down at the two of you with an unimaginable amount of frustration in his expression. His entire face from cheeks to the ears was red, and his lips were downturned into a frown.Â
âRem-â you started, but he interrupted you.
âThatâs enough,â he muttered, and you could clearly hear the hurt in his voice. James tried to make it better, claiming that it was all for show, that he should calm down a bit, but Remus wasnât having any of it. âI think your little fake relationship thing has run its course, donât you think?â
âWhatâs wrong, Remus?â you questioned, peering up at him with those bright e/c eyes he had come to adore, and had missed over the past few weeks. âJames, you stay here. Remus, letâs head to the dorms,â you suggested, motioning with your free hand to the stairwell leading up to the boysâ room. You certainly didnât want to cause a scene.
James nodded, brows raised when he looked at Remus, a small smirk on his face. You didnât know what he meant by that expression, but Remus sure did, and he was regretting the day he ever confessed to the boys that he fancied you. He wondered if James had an ulterior motive by fake dating you; if he did it to make Remus jealous, because if that were the case, he most definitely succeeded.Â
As you led him to the staircase, you noticed over your shoulder that poor Lily was walking over to James, her head ducked down shyly as she approached. James, as confident as ever, flashed a sparkly white grin and started a conversation as if it were the most easy thing in the world.Â
Remus followed you up the stairs and into his room, which was empty considering everyone was downstairs partying the night away. You shut the door behind him, finally letting go of his arm so you could cross yours over your chest. He was tall, and you had to look up to meet his eyes, but he was never intimidating to you. Not even when he was angry like today. He was too gentle to yell at you, much less hurt you in any way.Â
âMind telling me whatâs got you so upset?â You tapped your toes on the floor, the soft clicking noise ringing out in the quiet room, music from outside muffled by the heavy door.Â
You didnât notice the water that was beginning to gather in the corners of his eyes.
He thought for a moment, before a whisper fell from his lips, and you almost didnât catch it.Â
âWhy did you have to kiss him?â he asked weakly, his voice suddenly a lot softer now that you were alone. A lot sadder, too. âWhy did you have to kiss him right there in front of me?â he repeated, squeezing his eyes shut and he pressed the palms of his hands to cover them. He felt heartbroken. Absolutely crushed that you had kissed his best friend, that he had to watch as you did so. It was so casual, like it didnât even matter to you, but it mattered the world to Remus.Â
He felt he might cry. Tears bubbled up in the corners of his eyes and he tried his hardest to keep them from dripping down his cheeks. No matter how hard he tried, he found himself crying anyway.Â
You were crestfallen when you noticed the tears running down his cheeks, a gasp coming from your lips. He was crying, and it was because of you. You had done this to him, your best friend, the guy that you supposedly had a crush on for nearly 4 years straight now. Youâd never made someone cry; it broke your heart.Â
You rushed up to him, bringing your hands up to move his, letting them sink to his sides. Softly, with the pads of your thumbs, you wiped away the salty tears running down his cheeks. He didnât even shy away from your touch, he just let you wipe them away silently, not daring to look you in the eyes. His eyes were stuck to the ceiling, trying to blink away what he was feeling. You being so nice to him only made things worse. He felt like an ass. You could do whatever you wanted. If you wanted to kiss James, so be it. He had no right to be upset when you werenât his.Â
âRemus, sweetheart, itâs gonna be okay. Just tell me whatâs wrong.â
It was silent for a moment as he thought of what he wanted to say, as you stared up into his teary eyes with concern etched across your face. It was getting harder and harder to pretend everyday that he wasnât bothered by your presence when you werenât in his arms, when he couldnât freely touch you and love you, and kiss you silly until you were laughing with glee. It took so much effort to suffocate all those feelings down. He didnât think he could fuck things up anymore, so he said the only thing he had on his mind.Â
âI love you.â
You were at a loss for words. He loved you? You felt your heart beat faster in your chest at his words, and you shook your head, clearly having misheard him. There was no way that Remus Lupin loved you. Not in the way you thought he meant. Surely, he would have said something by now. Surely you would have caught onto what he was feeling this entire time. âWhat?â
âDonât make me say it again, Y/N. Iâm already pathetic as it is,â he muttered, his eyes now drawn down to the red carpet below their feet.Â
âRemus Lupin loves me,â you whispered mostly to yourself, âYou love me?â
He chuckled bitterly, âAs catastrophic as it is, yes, with all my heart, Y/N. Since the very moment I laid eyes on you.â
âWhy didnât you tell me? I-I would have never kissed James if I knew-â
âWhy would I tell you and fuck everything up?â
âFuck everything up? Remus, I just wasted my first kiss on James Fleamont Potter when I could have been kissing you!â
âWhat?â Now it was his turn to be confused. He looked up to you finally, his eyes still glassy from crying, lips just agape with surprise.Â
You shook your head and laughed. âIâm in love with you! Itâs always been you.â Your arms wrapped around his middle, hugging him to your chest and laughing into his sweater. He immediately took notice of your warmth radiating through his clothes, bringing him back to the real world. You loved him. You, the girl of his dreams, were hugging him and confessing your love to him. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and brought you closer to his body, cradling you like a precious artifact in his possession. He never wanted to let you go again.Â
He sighed, resting his chin on the top of your head. âYou have no idea how hard it was keeping my cool around you all this time. When I saw you snuggled up to James, I wanted to kill him. He knew better than to make me jealous.â
âJames knew how you felt about me?â
âSirius, James, and Peter all knew.â
âAnd none of them thought to enlighten me? The betrayal.â
You inhaled the scent of his sweater, chocolate bars and mint coming in like waves. He was everything that you loved in the world all condensed into a single perfect person. He fit in your arms like a puzzle piece.
âGuess youâve got to break up with James now,â he mumbled into her hair, stroking the back of your head, âBecause Iâm never letting you go ever again.â
âI think that can be arranged.â
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can u do one where neteyam is expected to find a mate and you get distant and all bc yk its not gonna be you and another guy makes a move on u and he gets mad n confession n stuff? i love ur writing
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⼠genre: angsty ish to fluff
10 years, you've been best friends with neteyam for 10 years. you both saw each other grow up, and now it's over. you know it is
neteyam has finally matured, he was ready to get an ikran, ready to go hunting with the others, and most of all, he was now expected to mate.
you know whoever he's gonna mate with is not gonna like you being friends with him, you admit it yourself, you wouldn't like your partner spending time with another girl. so you understood why it would happen
so you began distancing yourself, as a preparation. but also to ease the pain for when you finally see him with someone that isn't you. it was bound to happen. you were stupid enough to fall for him, and now it was going to be harder than it should be
you cried, you cried at night just thinking about the way life would be, you were sure he didn't feel the same, besides, he was going to be the next olo'eyktan, he needed to have someone proper, someone actually important
who were you to be mating with someone like him? he would probably pick elmirĂŹey, she was a proper girl, a gorgeous one. or maybe he'd pick awia, she was a great warrior, from a great family
not only did you distance yourself from him, but his family too. you were so close to them, hell even neytiri liked you. but now, you acted like you didn't even know them
you sat at a special spot you found in the forest, you and neteyam used to come here but he's too busy now. so its just you
"hey!" you heard a voice behind you
"oh, neteyam" you said
"what a way to greet me, do you not want me around that much?"
"what?" you furrowed your eyebrows
"don't be like that. you know exactly what I'm talking about." he said
"I heard you're looking for a mate now that you've had your ceremony"
he sighed, knowing you're trying to change the subject, "yeah. but to be honest, I've already found one. Just gotta figure out a way to tell her"
your heart shattered.
"oh, that's nice. I um, I have to go" you said
"y/n wait-"
and with that, you ran off somewhere, your tears sliding down your cheeks, how could he find one so fast? does he love her that much? has he been loving her, just waiting for his ceremony so he can finally pick her?
"oh" you heard a voice and sighed
"I'm sorry I ran--" you said, turning around to see that it was not neteyam speaking
"are-are you okay? you look like you've been crying" the man said
"i'm fine, thanks tenio" you said, wiping your tears
tenio was a fine young man, he was actually really nice, but you've never really talked to him
"i was just looking for some fruits to pick for my mother, but ill leave you alone-"
"no no, you can stay uh, i know where you can get the ripe ones, follow me" you said, walking along the forest with him next to you, you two talked for a bit as he was picking the fruit
"i heard you had your ceremony the other day" you said
"yeah, it sucks though." he said
"wait what? why so?" you asked
"well everyone is waiting for me to mate with someone, but there isn't anyone in my life, ill have to mate with some random stranger" he sighed
"oh...im so sorry"
"it's fine-"
"there you are!" neteyam's voice filled your ears, he turned to see tenio there, and his face faltered
"let's go" he said, grabbing your hand and walking away, an angry look on his face, you definitely did not want to do anything to upset him more
"uh, tell your mother i said hi! enjoy the fruits!" you said and he just nodded
once he was out of sight you pulled away
"why were you with him?!" he said
"i was just helping him pick fruits!"
"everybody knows that trick! you help him and he subtly mentions that he has nobody to mate with so you can feel bad"
"you're being insane right now. nobody has ever done that" you rolled your eyes
"they have, you just never realize it" he yelled
"what if i do realize it, hm? what if i want them to do it? why don't you go tell your stupid girl how much you want her to be your mate and leave me alone!"
"i can't go"
"why not!" you yelled
"because she's standing right in front of me"
"what?"
"it's you, y/n. i don't want anyone else why don't you understand that? you think I don't notice how you've been avoiding me and my family too?"
"i-i avoided you because i couldn't stand seeing you with another girl."
"wait-you thought i was gonna mate with someone else?" he asked
you looked down and avoided looking at him, he lifted your chin up with his finger
"i've been waiting for years to finally make you mine, y/n. it hurts me to see you with anyone else too."
"really?" you asked
"i see you, y/n."
"i see you, ma nete" you smiled, and the two of you shared a kiss
how were you so oblivious?
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This is a very old request I wrote, but it has probably been deleted, so I had to write it again. This is honestly just pure angst and manipulation. Quite horrible and heart-wrenching, so:
â ď¸ Heavy Trigger Warning on this one -forced s*x and other mature themes- proceed at your own riskâ ď¸
Sukuna x protective!big sister!reader
TW: forced s*x, mating press, name calling, manipulation, big sister!reader protecting Yuji, mature
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"Let's make a binding vow."
"What?", you must've misheard. "Why in the hell should I?", you scoffed at the curse currently using your little brother's body.
"Chill out, sweetheart, that's not a good look on you. You should smile more.", he dared to grin at you.
"Just spit it out already."
"Alright, alright, geez. You always talk about wanting to help the brat. I'm giving you an opportunity of a lifetime."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Let me have some fun with you."
"What the hell? Definitely not. How would that even help my brother?!"
"Let me finish. Let me have my way with you and in exchange, I'll leave the brat alone whenever you're around."
You felt insane that you were even considering such a ridiculous offer, but you were getting desperate. This has been going on for way too long.
"Why do you even want that? And why should I trust you?"
"Because I'm dying of boredom sitting in that brat's head all day every day. And as I said, it's a binding vow, I'm just as fucked fucked as you will be if I dare break it.", he put his hands up in the air.
"Okay, let's say I trust you. What if he wakes up in the middle of it? You always watch everything that happens. I do not want him to see me like that."
"I will wipe his memory, no problem."
Shit, he always has an answer for everything.
"Just say the word and we can start, doll.", he pressed on when he saw you chewing on your bottom lip, deep in thought.
"Fuck off", you really didn't want to do this, but it was for your brother. If there was a way for you to linder his pain, no matter how humiliating, you were willing to do it. So you swallowed your pride and started to lift your shirt over your head. "Don't just stand there, let's get this over with."
"Atta girl.", he grinned and rid himself of your brother's clothes. You felt sick to your stomach.
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He's been pounding away at you for what felt like forever and you cursed yourself that it was starting to feel good. He had your legs swung over his broad shoulders and you were folded in half in a tight mating press. You were trying to keep it down, but all of your pent-up feelings were begging to be released.
"Best pussy I've had in centuries, curses don't compare to real humans. Goddamn if you keep squeezing me like that I will bust in no time."
"Oho, the mighty King of Curses Ryomen Sukuna-sama brought to his knees by a mortal pussy how laughable, ah-" your meager attempt at mocking him only earned you a harsh slap to your thigh.
"Shut it or I'll wake the brat up."
"You said you wouldn't! You can't!!", you tried to resist only to have your knees pressed tighter to your chest.
"I said I would wipe his memory after, if anything happened. I can wake him up right now and let him experience the whole thing if you don't shut up. Just look pretty and take it like the whore you are."
Once again, you swallowed your pride and gave him a nod. You're doing this for him. It's going to be worth it in the end. He's suffered far worse than you.
"Good girl."
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With the last ounce of mercy he actually had left in his body, he made you cum as well before filling you up.
As soon as he was done he got up and was decent enough to get Yuji dressed while you were trying your best to neaten up your dishevelled self. It was revolting feeling the sticky substance trickle down your legs as you pulled up your pants.
"You definitely made it worth my while. Alright, see you never, sweetheart.", he snarled the nickname before finally leaving your brother's body.
What you weren't prepared for was having to catch Yuji before he fell down face first on the floor.
"Fucking asshole", you mumbled while wiping your nose and trying to gently wake your brother up. You ever subconsciously holding your breath until you saw his eyelids flutter open. He looked so confused, but he wasn't in any pain as he looked up at your soft smile. His calm state didn't last long as soon as he saw your dishevelled hair and crooked clothes.
"Oh my god he was out wasn't he goddamn it! Are you okay?? What did he do to you? I swear I'm going to kill him, I'm going to fucking kill him if he hurt you-"
"Shh, it's alright he didn't do anything. We.. we just talked. Nee-chan talked to him and he will leave you alone from now on whenever I'm around. Isn't this great? We can always be together now. Nee-chan will never leave you alone ever again. It's going to be alright, everything will be alright now, Yuji! So please don't ask any more questions, I handled everything. Don't you worry your pretty little head, I got this.", you smiled and pulled his stiff body in a tight embrace, strategically hiding your face.
"Okay, I trust you, Nee-chan. You would never lie to me, right?", he finally relaxed in your hold and hugged you back just as tightly.
"Right. Never.", you felt your heart sink in your chest as you choked up the words and your eyes stung with tears that were threatening to spill. So you just hugged him tighter and prayed he wouldn't notice anything else.
You are a good older sister and you love your younger brother Yuji more than anything. And that is exactly why you will be taking this secret to the grave.
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Hi! I love your fan fictions! I was wondering (First time requesting ever) if you could do a FIC for Mattheo or Theodore based on exile and the readers dealing with self hate,anxiety, autsim, adhd, Depression, and they feel so alone and push him away because the readers scared to accept her feelings and afraid sheâll get left, and no one loves or cares about her?
AUTHOR'S NOTE Oh my God, thank you so much for sending in a request! This is actually the first request I have ever received, so this is a first for us both! By exile, I'm assuming you mean the song exile by Taylor Swift. Here's a little blurb just for you anon! And thank you for the compliment, I'm glad you love my fanfics! Sending love and good vibes your way
Honestly, I tried my best with this. I've gone through depression and self-hate, and I am currently dealing with anxiety and ADHD. I don't know too much about autism, but I really tried my hardest to convey what you've requested. I hope this is satisfactory!
exile / mattheo riddle
PAIRING Mattheo Riddle x fem!Reader
SUMMARY Everything in your life feels like it's going wrong and there's nothing you can do to change it. What once brought you joy only leaves you numb. What once excited you now only bored you. What you loved only saw you as a friend.
Taking shelter in an empty classroom during a panic attack, Mattheo Riddle finds you a sobbing mess on the stone floors. You find out that he likes you more than you think he does.
TAGS Mattheo Riddle x fem!Reader, angst, hurt/comfort, self-hate, depression, anxiety, stress, ADHD, autism, exams, panic attack, suicidal thoughts, self-harm, fluff, happy ending, kissing
"All this time, / we always walked a very thin line, / you didn't even hear me out," - exile, Taylor Swift feat. Bon Iver
WORD COUNT 2.0K
WRITTEN 23.08.2023
pt. 2 here, karma
You sat in Transfiguration, leg bouncing nervously as you stared down at the test questions. You have always been a terrible test-taker - all the pressure of having to get good marks in such a limited time period and all this weight on your shoulders with the upcoming NEWT's made you more than nervous. Your brows were furrowed in both concentration and confusion. As you were gnawing on the end of your quill, McGonagall announced that it was time for you to place your quills down and pack your things. You let out a shaky sigh, placing down your quill. How could you not answer a simple question? Everyone else seemed to be finding the material easy, why couldn't you? You sat there, beating yourself up as you quickly packed your things away and left class.
You left Transfiguration by yourself and headed back to your dorm. Not only were you doing poorly in your classes, you also happened to be insanely in love with someone in your year. And, of course, you had to fall in love with the most unavailable person. Not only was he not interested in girls, he would never be interested in someone like you. I mean, why would he? What made you so special? And he has referred to you as a mate on so many occasions that if you had a nickel for every one, you'd surely be drowning in an ocean of them. Oh, and not only that, but you didn't really have friends. Most of the people you knew were dating and had at least one best friend. But you? No, you may know a variety of people but you couldn't call any of them a good friend, even. You didn't understand what you were doing wrong. Why was everyone else living happy, productive lives while you were stuck being miserable, alone, and depressed?
I mean, you lost all interest in everything. You couldn't find the joy in reading or taking walks about the grounds anymore. Your schoolwork was taking a turn for worse and you found yourself and bored and tired of your classes. Your grades were slipping, you had no friends, no partner, no nothing. Everything just felt wrong, wrong, wrong. And all you could do was sit there and blame yourself.
You knew you wouldn't be able to make it to your dorm to find the privacy to cry- you quickly ducked into the nearest room, curled up into the corner, and burst into sobs. It was all just too much and too little at the same time. You just felt like you couldn't deal with all this anymore. If you didn't deserve to be happy, than maybe you didn't deserve to be at all. Your hands bunched up into fists, lightly hitting your head at your temples. You hated your thoughts, the way your brain worked. You hated how you could think about everything all at once. You just wanted it all to stop, all to end.
You didn't hear the sounds of footsteps passing the classroom - Mattheo had only been walking by, skipping out on Potions, when he heard you. When he glanced into the classroom and saw you crying there, he couldn't help himself.
"Hey, what's wrong?"
You froze, sniffling, your chest heaving for air. You hadn't heard him and was caught off guard. Quickly, you wiped your face with the edge of your sleeve, collecting your bag from the ground and hiking it up your shoulder. "Nothing - nothing's wrong."
He ducked his head, his lips set into a thin-line as he observed you. "I'm not stupid. I can see that you're crying."
Great. Now you had offended the only person, perhaps, that even cared to talk to you for more than five minutes. He must hate you right now. Depise you. Think you to be cruel. "I didn't mean to say you were stupid." It was hard to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill over the threshold. You wiped your eyes with the end of your sleeve again. Why should he care about you? He must be pitying you now, surely he would have no other reason to act so concerned. Even if he did, he would one day realize that you were never as good as he thought you.
His gaze softened, the edges of his lips curling up slightly. He approached you, raising his hand to wipe away a tear that had collected in the inner corner of your eye. "'S all right, darling. Don't cry. Just talk with me about it, hm?"
Your chest heaved as you took in a shaky breath. "W-why do you care? I'm sure you have better things to do." You let out a weak laugh, backing away from his touch. "I mean, come on, don't you have Potions right now?"
"Why do I - I care about you. Do you need a reason why?"
"Yes, I do, actually," you responded, cringing at how snarky you sounded.
Mattheo let out a sigh. "I care about you because you're beautiful, inside and out. I care about you because you make me laugh. And you make me feel better when I've had a shit day. I care about you because no one makes my heart flutter like you do." His voice got smaller as he took a step towards you, and gradually raised his hands to cup your cheeks. He drew your gaze to his eyes, those beautiful brown eyes. His expression was rather serious, as though he were trying to affirm his words. "I care about you cause you're the only person who's ever really cared about me."
You trembled beneath the soft caress of his knuckcles, meeting his eyes for a short moment before shoving him away. A brief moment of hurt echoed through his eyes as you shook your head, backing away from him. "No, no you don't. I don't. And even if you did . . . " You found your voice trailing off. You hiked the strap of your bag up your shoulder again, having slipped down your arm. "I should go. I have History of Magic soon and I don't want to be late."
Mattheo glanced at you and then down at the floor, his jaw clenched. "Fine. I won't stand in your way then."
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You spent the majority of your time avoiding Mattheo, but you knew there'd be a day when you would run into him and you couldn't do anything about it. Today was that day, almost two weeks after the aforementioned incident.
You were curled up in the Astronomy Tower, late at night, lying on top of a blanket as you glanced up at the stars. It was perhaps the only moment of peace you had found in a while - maybe it was the whistle of wind or the glittering of the stars.
You should've known he'd be up here. He's always sneaking off places late at night, the highest points of the castle. You heard your name being called and turned around to see a surprised Mattheo. He stood but a few feet from yourself. You weren't exactly sure what to do - in your panic, you did nothing.
"Erm - may I sit down?"
You didn't say anything for a moment, drawing your legs into your chest and resting your head upon your knees. You nodded ever so slightly, glancing away from him as he plopped down next to you. His shoulder brushed up against yours and he leaned forward to try and catch your eyes, mimicking your seated position.
"Hey, I'm sorry about the other day. I should've stayed there with you . . ." His voice trailed off. He let out a sigh as he leaned back on both palms, now spraying out his legs across the blanket. He stared put at the stars, his expression neither upset nor particularly happy. "I don't think you really meant it when you said you didn't care about me. I know you do. I just want to know why you're trying to convince yourself that you don't." He paused, hesitating. "Is it because you think I don't feel the same way about you? 'Cause you can erase that thought from your mind. I like you - really, really like you. And I don't know why exactly you keep pushing me away, but I want you to know that I'm here to listen."
He bathed in your silence, not necessarily perturbed by it. He finally decided to test the waters, raising his hand to gently touch yours. He seemed fascinated with you as he ran his fingernail gently across your skin.
You didn't know whether you wanted to tell him or not. You didn't know if you could trust him. If he wouldn't just laugh in your face, call you a fool, and leave you a pitiful mess. But Salazar, did you want to spill your heart out to him. And in the mental state you were in now, coupled with your fatigue, you didn't even care anymore.
"I don't know if you've noticed, but I don't have any friends. I'm not particularly close with my family. And everytime I did start to make a friend or - or something more, they'd just leave." You wrapped your arms tighter around your legs. "I always wondered, what's wrong with me? Do I say the wrong things? Act the wrong way? Am I really so despisable that people actively go out of their way to ignore me?" You scoffed. "Guess I must be some kind of horrible person then."
"That's not true," Mattheo said immediately, surging forward in anger. "You're an amazing person. Whoever has just left you or treated you like that, they're arseholes. I won't do that to you. Never. I don't care how many times I have to say it 'til it gets through that pretty little head of yours, I like you, I care about you, I want to make you happy . . . and if leaving you alone and pretending like I never admitted that to you makes you happy, then that's what I'll do." He waited for your response, painfully hoping for a verbal one. However, you remained silent. Mattheo felt his heart sink. "Right then. Well."
He began to push himself off the floor to get up, but you quickly grabbed his hand. "Wait!" you exclaimed in alarm, finally meeting his eyes. "I - I lied before. I do care about you. Please don't go. Please."
Mattheo sat back down with an easy-going grin, like he knew he had you right where he wanted you.
"You really like me?" You asked, both breathless and doubtful all at once.
"Do you need me to prove it to you?" His grin grew smug.
"Yes, actually."
"All right then." Mattheo raised his hand to rest under your chin, tilting your head slightly to the side so you were facing him directly. Your eyes widened as he drew closer, his eyes glancing between your eyes and your lips. Breath growing shallow, you tensed as you could feel his humid breath on your lips. "I can prove it to you right now, if you let me."
You wasted no time in smashing your lips against his, hands coming up to cup both of his cheeks. Your eyes were shut tight as you relished in the feeling of his buttery smooth lips running against yours. He was a bit more passionate tha you had expected, but he had been waiting for years to do this. And whatever his imagination could try to conjure, it was nothing compared to the real thing.
Mattheo was the one to pull away but he was soon back to give you a quick peck, sming against your lips. "You're amazing - I don't think I'll ever be leaving you after a kiss like that."
You finally grinned, a true grin, gor the first time in a long time, and brought his face back down to yours to kiss under the stars.
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Penny in the Air
Robin is a lot of things: judgey, hyperactive, anxious, impulsive, talkative, loud- thereâs a list okay, and sheâs very familiar with it. High up the list is that she is very, very gay (if possible, sheâs pretty sure sheâs actually getting gayer. She blames Steve for this, as sheâs pretty sure it has to do with being able to finally talk about her crushes to someone other than her reflection.)
The point is, sheâs gay, so sheâs not surprised that she notices first. The Steve-Eddie thing. Because it is, in fact, a thing at this point.
She knows Eddie is gay- knows it like the sky is blue and David Bowie rocks- because of, yâknow, the way he is (if she had any doubt, the way he leaned in while calling Steve âbig boyâ, ew, killed it dead.) Her research suggests this is âgaydar,â but its very unfair, she thinks, that so far it has only detected exactly (2) gays, both men, making it pretty much useless. It has given her exactly 0 information on Vickie.
She empathizes with Eddieâs position. Feels it pang under her sternum when his eyes go soft watching Steve talk emphatically, hair flopping around in that ridiculous way it does. Knows how it must catch in his throat when his hand suddenly retracts halfway to Steveâs shoulder, going to his own hair to cover the aborted movement. Tries hard to not over-identify with the sharp tug he gives there, trying to snap himself out of it (fails because she did literally exactly that when Vickie was in the video store the previous day, almost as if he had seen and copied the mechanism).
The part of the puzzle she canât figure out is Steve. Sheâs annoyingly aware that he likes (groan) boobies, thanks Fast Times, and he isnât treating Eddie like a girl whose number heâs trying to score. That being said, whenever the older boy appears, Steve lights up like a damn Christmas tree. Affection doesnât have to be romantic; she knows this- wants to hit several of the kiddos over the head with it whenever they allude to her dating Steve- but empathy for Eddie is tinting her judgement, and once you put on the gay rose-tinted glasses itâs hard to unsee the possibility. It certainly seems like flirting. Rearranging his hair every three seconds, drawing Eddieâs eyes to the mane that is his pride and joy. Getting what she can only describe as unnecessarily close when he squeezes by Eddie in the video store aisles or whoeverâs living room theyâre sprawled in, hands brushing a shoulder, back, or one time his hip under the pretense of maintaining balance. The soft blush whenever Eddie flirts hard in a way he knows can be passed off as a joke. The honest megawatt smile Steve gets whenever Eddie starts in on his usual antics is infinitely more endearing than the smolder heâs learned to use like a weapon.
She usually knows exactly what Steve is thinking or feeling before he does. Theyâve got that whole platonic soul mate telepathy thing, and heâs easily the center of her social world. So, since she canât tell what heâs thinking (other than the obvious but unhelpful âEddie, yay!â), sheâs 99.9% sure, from experience, ok, that it means he isnât thinking. Like at all. So, what sheâs witnessing is instinctive, his body just moving into Eddieâs space because it feels correct, and he hasnât paused to think about it.
       Heâs walking that line of comfortable and affectionate that is ambiguously intimate. Could be platonic, could be more. It would be frustrating for anyone with a crush, but she knows from bitter experience with straight-girl crushes that Eddie must be going insane. And yes, Robin and Eddie are friends, but not close enough for her to open a conversation with âSo youâre obviously gay and into Steve, my best friend who I talk to every second of every day, and no he hasnât mentioned it, and neither have I. Whatâs up with that?â Similarly, she canât quite figure out how to bring it up to Steve without accidentally outing Eddie in the process.
Thatâs the main reason sheâs keeping her mouth uncharacteristically shut on the subject. She is not, however, above the occasional raised eyebrow, ok, especially as Eddieâs flirting slowly becomes ridiculously obvious. The man is literally leaning on the counter, chin on his hand, mooning up at Steve through his eyelashes. Steve has his hip propped on the opposite side, leaning into the shared space. How are either of them this oblivious, seriously.
~*~
Sheâs there when the penny finally drops.
Theyâre not even watching a romantic movie, itâs fucking Life of Brian, all three of them calling out their favorite lines along with the actors, throwing things and generally goofing off. If she takes the armchair to force the boys together on the couch, she doesnât think anyone can blame her. If sheâs feeling a little smug that they both sit in the middle, right next to each other, instead of taking opposite ends, she keeps it to herself. She might not want to stick her foot right in the middle of that mess, but sheâs not above setting booby traps.
Robin couldnât tell you exactly when Steveâs arm went around Eddieâs shoulder; it was somewhere between Eddie practically climbing into Steveâs lap for a âBiggus Dickusâ re-enactment, the closeness and flirting safely enveloped in humor, and Steve attempting to force Eddie to âhaggleâ for the bag of chips. When she glances over from the safety of her armchair, Steveâs arm is trapped behind Eddieâs head, draped over his shoulder on the opposite side. Eddie, usually a constant ball of fidgety motion, is frozen stiff like heâs trying not to scare off a nervous rabbit. Even in the blue light coming off the screen she can see the flush coloring his usually nocturnal-pale cheeks.
The thing is, Steve had just discussed this move with her. Told her to invite Vickie to movie night, recommended light, easily joked off roughhousing and settling an arm around her in a way specifically gaged to judge the reaction. Which means he knows. No way he hasnât finally figured out what his lizard brain has clearly been screaming for months (seriously, she deserves a medal. Someone tell her future girlfriends about her stamina), not with the way heâs twirling a soft brown curl around and around his finger. He must know Eddie can feel that. And oh. Steve is not-so-subtly glancing to his right, trying to gage that reaction like they discussed, to see if this is ok.
Yup. Robin needs to be literally anywhere else. She tries to be subtle (insert laugh here), muttering âbathroomâ and legging it out of the room, seeking the safety of the kitchen. She wasnât worried though- odds are she could start playing trumpet and those two wouldnât hear it past the tension of the moment.
 ~*~
In addition to gay, Robin is also easily bored. She hums along to âAlways look on the bright side of life,â drifting in from the living room, crunching on some peppery crackers she found in a cabinet in a way that vaguely matches the songâs rhythm. She would just leave the boys to whatever they were going to do (yuck, donât think about it), but unfortunately the two people most likely to give her a ride home were occupied (seriously, no thinking about it). Sheâd held out for as long as she could, really, but if the movie was ending, surely she had given them enough time?
Hoping she wasnât going to regret it, she peaked out of the kitchen, and was relieved to see that 1) everyone still had clothes on and 2) Steve and Eddie were cuddling. Fucking finally.
âSO, BOYS,â she boomed (remember loud is on the list of things she is), trying not to enjoy the way two ridiculous heads of hair jumped and then shifted away from one another anxiously. âWho finally lost the longest game of gay chicken Iâve ever seen?â
Steveâs head makes an audible thump as it drops against the back of the couch, hands coming up to rub at his face as she rounds the furniture to face them, feeling deliciously smug. Eddie gave up any pretense and buried his face in Steveâs shoulder, sweater and hair completely hiding his face.
âShut up Robin, go away,â Steve groans.
âNope! This has been the slowest burn of all time, you guys were killing me. I have to balance it out by being just as insufferable.â she chirped, doing her best Steve impression, hands on her hips and eyebrow quirked.
âTechnically, I would say we both won gay chicken since neither of us pulled back. No chickens here. Roosters only, in fact.â Eddie surfaces with a smug little smile, dimples on full display.
âOh youâre definitely a cock Munson, Iâll give you that,â
âDonât make me flip you the bird-â
âThatâs a bit of ostritch-â
âWell toucan play at that game-â
âIâm so happy I like tits-â
âWhy me?â Steve grumbled at the same time Eddie dropped his teasing tone to ask, âWait what?â
âMe? Lesbian. You? Obviously gay. Steve has been flirting back at you for months you dingus.â
âIâve been what?â Steve sits up straight, suddenly laser focused on Robin. âI have not. I only realized, like, a week ago-â
He was seriously going to be the death of her.
âSteve. Stephen. My guy. What would you say if I told you a girl had been giving me a hair show, the unnecessary squeeze-by, and big eyes? Consistently. For weeks.â
Eddie starts laughing. Then cackling. Steve went an even deeper shade of red, though she could tell this one was more indignant ruby than embarrassed scarlet.
âThank you,â Eddie wheezed out, fighting down another fit, picking himself up from where he had slid down the couch. âOh my god, thank you for fucking noticing that. He was wasnât he? I thought it was just in my head, yâknow, and Gareth always said I tend to imagine signs that arenât there.â
âOh I know, you think you have a hard time, girls are so physically affectionate platonically, itâs impossible to tell-â
âOk. Done with this conversation!â Steve interrupted, standing up between the two of them, hands furiously combing through his hair.
Robin only grinned wider at Eddie. âSo, Munson, care to give me a ride home?â
âYou know, Buckley, I would be delighted.â
âHey now-â Steve tried to interject as the two of them moved towards the door.
âWhy thank you, kind sir.â
âDonât mention it, fair lady. Your chariot awaits.â
âWait, hang on, Eddie-â Steveâs tone shifted from confused to plaintive as she stepped out into the night. And she resolutely pretended to not hear Eddieâs reply before he closed the door behind them.
âSit tight, big boy, Iâll be right back!â
#steddie#steddie fluff#Robin Buckley#Robin POV#steve harrington/ eddie munsion#fic#ficlet#sometimes i write things#fluff#Am I the only one who remember Life of Brian? Biggus Dickus was iconic#I too am a tired lesbian#platonic stobin#gratuitous bird puns#i just think my writing style sounds like Robin so I wanted to try something#letterkenny reference if you squint real hard
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Hey! Hope everythingâs going good! Was thinking if bandmember did anything like the vanity fair Billie eilish videos when they watch back all those interviews. Would love to see how far our girl has come
YN YLN: Same Interview, The Sixth Year | Vanity Fair
A/N: Christmas break is coming up so been busy but I also have some stuff coming out soon for your lovies! đ
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âYear six, baby,â YN smirks at the camera. âAlrightââ She pulls on the tops of her pink sheer opera gloves that match her pink corset before clapping her hands together. ââLetâs do this. âEllo, mâname is YN YLN. Todayâs date is October 18, 2022.â
How old are you?
âIâm 23 years old.â
âIâm 24.â
â25.â
â26.â
â27.â
âMâ28 years old,â YN kisses her teeth. âMâpushing 30, mate.â
How many followers do you have on Instagram?
âI have 573K followers on Instagram.â
â8.7M.â
â60.9M.â
â94.8M.â
â106M.â
âI currently have 287 million followers on Instagram. Dunno why I have so many; I make a lot of shit posts.â
What is your most liked picture on Instagram?
2017:
âMy most liked picture is one of me and the boys huddled up backstage after our last performance together with 654K likes.â
2019:
âIt is a picture of me in my home recording studio with about 5 million likes.â
2022:
âItâs currently one of me photo dumps on tour. The first picture on that one is a selfie with Harry taking a bite out of mâcheek. This one has 60,036,819 likes. Which is way too many likes if mâbeing honest.â
How are you feeling today?
2022:
âMâfeeling really good. I always look forward to these interviews. I try me best not to look at the old videos more than once so that I can best prepare meself for my current answers, yeh know? But I love that I get to do this every year. Thereâs a lot of like, time lapse compilation videos on meself on YouTube that show off how far Iâve come over the years but these I feel are the least cringy ones,â YN lets out a laugh.
Biggest thing to happen in your career?
2021:
âI won a Grammy for producer of the year?â YN furrows her eyebrows as she juts her chin out. âWhaâ is life? Thatâs insane. The highlight of me career. Hands down.â
2022:
âItâs still the highlight of me career. And I got nominated for it again for Grammys 2023. To even be nominated and be the only woman in this category a second year in a row is just super fookinâ wild. Um...I got seven other Grammy nominations for next year. Iâm also on tour againâa world tourâand itâs definitely me favorite thing to do aside from making the actual music. Harryâs new album that weâve been workinâ on for over the past two-ish years finally came out earlier this year. Iâm dropping me third album before the year is up. So many good things have happened this year that itâs honestly too long to list.â
How often do you get recognized in public?
2017:
âPretty often,â She nods her head, a chuckle pushing past her lips. âItâs pretty hard to just go out and grab a bite to eat without getting surrounded.â
2020:
âPublic? Who is she? I dunno her,â YN teases. âItâs pretty rare that Iâll go out nowadays and the masks only help so much with trying to be lowkey on the street on stuff like thaâ.â
2022:
âI have to admit, vâgotten a lot better at being discreet when going out in public,â She nods her head with a knowing smile. âI think I was just so used to not being âallowedâ to go outside or if I did I wouldnât enjoy meself because I knew I was gonna get recognized by paps. It was really hard for baby YN there because of how everything started. Everything I did was in the public eye and no mattaâ what I did, me fans always knew where I was at all times it seemed,â YN hums.Â
âI love me fans and I love the times when we happen to see each other on the street, we can have like a genuine conversation instead of shoving yeh phone in me face and putting yeh hands on me without me permission. Iâve had the most amazing conversations with fans like thaâ those moments are super special to me.
But in all honesty, they need to get hired by the FBI or somethinâ. Knowinâ where mâgonna be before I even do,â She huffs out a chuckle.
Whatâs most important to you right now?
2020:
âThe relationships within me life. I think this year has really made me recognize that. Whether those relationships are with me mum, me boyfriend, me tour team, me dancers, the fansâtheyâre all super important to me. Makinâ sure that weâre all safe and healthyâmentally and physicallyânow more than ever.â
  2022:
âAll of which are still very important to me. I think vâalso learned to stay in touch with me emotions. I think in an industry like this, it can be very easy to just put on a mask or passively go through events to maintain an image. If Iâm doing somethingâwether it be somethinâ major or not, I want to allow mâself to be in the moment.
I did a show recently in Austin and...â The crease between her eyebrows disappear and smile etches itself on her lips at the memory, âI was singing POV and I just stopped singing and the crowd took over. I quite literally just stood there, took out me earpieces and just listened to a stadium full of people sing my song back to me. It made me feel so...it made me feel really good, really happy.â
Do you feel pressure?
2017:
âI do yeah,â YN nods with a sincere furrow of her eyebrows. âBut I have been feeling pressure for the majority of my career so Iâm mostly used to it by now; It doesn't bother me as much anymore.â
2022:
âOf my fookinâ word,â She throws her head back. âI canât evenâlike even the way I spoke, man. Can yeh hear that? Like, I was still in the mindset of having to change the way I talk, tweak me accent and act all prim and proper,â YN points a finger into her mouth as she sticks out her tongue.
âAnd what a lie. Like of course that pressure bothered me still! I was fresh into the hiatus, just dropped me first solo album, about to do a world tour by meself for the first time. I was dealinâ with so much that I remember the pressure of everything was just...it felt that I was gonna be squished into a pancake. Being in the band and being as big as we were, there was an immense amount of pressure for everything to keep going well; everything seemed like it had to get bigger and bigger and if I didnât live up to that standard as a solo artist, it was the end of the world to me.â
âI do still feel some pressure but definitely not to that extent anymore. Itâs more of like, a good pressure, Iâd say. It keeps me from resting on me laurels and it makes me continue to work hard to improve meself. Like, just because I won an award for produce of the year doesnât mean that mâgonna let it get to me head and just not work to better meself in that craft.Â
But I have to admit that a lot of that pressure has been lifted off of me from me fans. Theyâve just continued to give me their unconditional love and supportâwhether it be for a year, 2 years, 12 yearsâmâjust super grateful that they just allow me to be me, flaws and all.â
What did you eat today?
2020:
âI ate some grilled chickenâthat I made all by myselfâwith a side of some beans,â YN giggles as she knows by now that the fans have been having a laugh about her boyfriendâs baked beans comment over interviews in quarantine.
2021:
âI had a chicken caesar salad bowl that I probably put way too much dressing on to be considered healthy anymore,â She chuckles, playing with the chunky chain sitting on her collarbones.
2022:
âI actually had an amazing chicken wrap this morning. Just the right amount of protein and yumminess,â She pats her tummy with a content smile. âYeh girl likes chicken, what can I say?â
Are you aware of people when you're playing?
2019:
âI think so yeah. Itâs crazy because for me, itâs scarier to play in front of 6 people than 60 thousand people. But on the other hand, the noisiness of big crowds is super calming to me. I canât really explain how. Like right before mâgonna go on stage, I like to take out me ear-pieces and just listen to them scream...which now makes me sound like a serial killer of summâwat,â YNâs shoulders bunch up to her ears as she giggles.
2022:
âI would say that mâmore aware of the audience members now more than I ever have before. This current tour that mâon is probably the funnest tour so far and itâs really because of the fans. When mâon stage and when Iâm performing, I make sure to look at the people in the audience, yeh know? Like, I can still remember when the band did our first stadium tour, I honestly couldnât see anything; they were all just blurbed together.Â
But with this tour, I make sure to take the time during the show to talk with fans. And I make an effort to sing to them and look at them dancing in the pit, the outfits they recreate, the way some of them are just closing their eyes and just being in the moment. As a musician, to see people come to me show and to see how they create this environment where everyone can have fun and let loose and just have a good time is just super amazinâ. Itâs a really indescribable feeling.â
Are you more confident this year compared to last year?
2018:
âFrom last year to now? 100%,â She answers with ease, leaning back into her seat. âI think this is the most confident Iâve ever felt, I think. Mânot too worried about what people are sayinâ about me because letâs face it, they are always saying something. So if yeh like me, cool. If yeh donât, cool.â
2022:
âSheâs not wrong. 2018 YNâs ego was pretty up there. Granted, me ego is still growing and sensitive soââ YN shamelessly shrugs and puts her hands up in defense. ââTake thaâ as you will. But I definitely feel more confident and secure in who I am as a person and as an artist. When the boys and I went our separate ways musically, I had a hard time sort of, figuring out what I like and the kind of music I wanted to make for meself. Even the way I thought about fashion, I knew people saw me in skirts and things like that but I remember entertaining the idea of if I wanted to continue that as a security blanket of sorts.Â
When I was in the band, I took things with a grain of salt and mâvery happy that Iâve kept that with me.âÂ
Biggest rumor about you?
2017:
âThat Iâve slept with each of the 1D boys,â YN lets out a nervous laugh. âWhich is gross because theyâre all like my brothers.â
2018:
âWhere do I even begin?â YN blows out a raspberry. âIâve been gettinâ this one for literally years now but that mâdating my old bandmate, Harryâwhich is getting really old at this point,â She scrunches up her nose with a roll of her eyes.
2022:
YN bursts out laughing as she watches her old self answer, knowing full well that during that time period she was in the midst of her on-and-off relationship with Harry.Â
She tilts her head to the side with a quick raise of her eyebrows, âI mean, sheâs not wrong. Vâbeen getting that question/comment asked since we were on the XFactor. And believe it or not, I still get asked that question. I just answer it differently now,â She cheekily brings her shoulder to her chin.
What do you hate being asked?
2018:
âThat. The âwho are you dating?â question. For a long time, I just had to suck it up and just answer the question but I donât have to answer if I donât want to, yâknow? Also, Iâm my own person,â She begins to list things off of her fingers, âIâm not someoneâs arm candy, mânot so-and-soâs new girl. Iâm YN YLN and if all you ask me is if Iâm dating anyone rather than me music, you donât deserve my time.â
2022:
YN drops her jaw and the corners of her lips tug up in a smile.
âA feisty little thing she is,â She chuckles. âBut no truer words have ever escaped me mouth. Sheâs right, and I still stand by that. 100%. My career is not based around a guy or who mâdating. Thatâs not to say I hate talking about HarryâI love to talk about him but donât make it the whole point of the interview, yeh know?â
Craziest fan moment?
2021:
âMe first show back on tour after being held back in 2020 was really heartwarming. It a stadium showânot intimidating at all for me first show backââ YN sarcastically comments. ââso there were three levels of seating: the pit, the middle section, and then the top. While I was singing, the audience did a fan project where on the top section held up lights to read welcome back, and then the middle said we missed you, and the pit held up pieces of paper saying we love you. Mânot even gonna lie, I was bawlinâ me eyes out. Like, just thinking of the amount of work that went into that...â She shakes her head in disbelief.Â
2022:
âI did a show last week in LA and at the barricade, I saw this lineup of these 5 girls wearing my current and past tour outfits. I have seen some really good recreation of me fits before and it was honestly like a copy and paste, I was so shocked. After talking with them for a bitânow I donât ever do thisâbut I invited them to come up on stage with me,â YN laughs.Â
âI suggested we ditch the choreography for Kiss Me More but they insisted they knew it and sure enough,â YN throws her hands with another laugh. âI almost hired them on the spot!â
Do you have a boyfriend?
2017:
âUm, no. I do not have a boyfriend. Iâm just really focused on my music at the moment. Thatâs my boyfriend,â She lets out a chuckle.
2020:
YN playfully rolls her eyes and throws her hands up, âWell Iâd be the biggest liar in the world if I said no.â
She huffs out a giggle as she refers to the entire world finding out about her secret relationship with Harry on New Years Eve of that year.
2021:
âI do have a boyfriend,â She smirks at the camera with a shrug of her shoulder, leaving it at that.
2022:
YN takes a second longer to answer this question and stares at the laptop screen with a fond smile. She technically doesnât have a boyfriend anymore, but will she let them know that? Nope.
âWell, youâd all be happy to know that Harry and I are still very much together. Still got that boy locked down, ladies,â She playfully winks at the camera with a click of her tongue.Â
What makes you happy in a relationship?
2022:
âI like quality time. From staying inside 24/7 in 2020 to easing back into my busy schedule made H and I realize that it was important to set some time aside for ourselves, just the two of us. Like, we donât even have to be talking just as long as weâre together during the business of it all. And...â A smirk grows on her lips, âOne of me love languages is physical touch. It definitely wasn't on the list before so you can probably guess who made me this way but yeah. And music, of course, thatâs me main form of love language. Whether weâre listening to good music, making it, singing itâanything to do with it mâin love.â
Describe your style in 3 words.
2017:
âFiguring it out.â
2018:
âNo more skirts,â The 24-year-old rolls her eyes.
2019:
âWhatever is comfy,â She laughs as she wraps her light green cardigan tighter over herself.
2020:
âTrying new things.â
2021:
âTrousers and blazers.â
2022:
She tilts her head as she bites her lip, looking up as she thinks about how to compactly frame her style now. As she says the next three words, she holds up her hand to count it off on her fingers, âPretty in pink. And 2018 YN was a lie. I still fancy a skirt every now and then.â
Biggest thing youâre struggling with?
2019:
âI think, just being honest with meself in terms of how I feel. I think I struggle a lot with allowing meself to feel the way I feel about certain things,â Or about a certain someone. âAnd that it's okay to feel those things. I know, super detailed,â She chuckles.
2022:
âYeah, 2019 YN was certainly going through some personal issues. Sâcrazy to look back at these videos and remember whaâ I was feelinâ during that time. Sâpretty crazy. I can say that vâgrown immensely from that time of my life which is very comforting to know. Itâs still hard for me, donât get me wrong, but allowing myself to feel things like love or sadness or happiness is something that Iâm subconsciously reminding myself to do.Â
I think the biggest thing that mâstuggling now with is to have check ins with meself. Itâs safe to say that mâback to my busy, hectic, never-ending schedule so I want to take a breather every now and then. It can be a whole day, a whole 20 minutes, just a pause to check in with my mind, me body, me spirt to make sure mâokay and then be off to a career that I love very dearly.â
What advice would you give your future self?
2017:
âHave some fun and enjoy this new chapter that youâre venturing onto,â She nods with a smile.
2019:
âI would say to allow yourself to feel uncomfortable. Step out of your comfort zone and take that leap of faith.â
2022:
âWhat a genetic piece of advice for that first year, eh?â YN chuckles with a smirk, âEnjoy this new chapter you're venturing onto like yeh can hear how professional I wanted to sound,â She playfully rolls her eyes with a sigh. âI would say that 2019 YNâs advice is a good one though. Itâs a good reminder to not play things safe all the time. As a narcissist, I want everything to be perfect, especially me music, so to be in the studio and not fall back to me old habits of what I think sounds good, try something different, yeh know? I like that a lot, actually.â
This is my mum...
2017:
âEveryone, say hello to Penny,â YN proudly presents as her stepmum comes up to her side, placing a hand on the back of her chair as she waves at the camera.
ââEllo, lovelies,â Penny beams.
2018:
âPenny!â YN smiles brightly. When she wiggles her fingers towards her stepmum the sound of her rings clinking together can be heard.
When Penny walks up to her stepdaughterâs side, she puts her hands on top of YNâs red leather jacket to give her shoulders a squeeze.
âHi baby,â Her stepmum gives a warm smile and gently presses her chin to YNâs temple.
2019:
Penny tucks her long, black hair behind her ears before wrapping her arms around her stepdaughterâs shoulders.Â
âI love you, my baby,â She says into her hair before planting a kiss on her head.
âI love youuu so much,â YN sings as she holds onto her stepmumâs forearms over her chest.
2020:
âYâalready know what time it is,â YN dances in her seat, her arms already extended out by her side. She lets out a laugh as she watches Penny shimmy her way to her stepdaughterâs side. The tight high waisted jeans show off her curvy, fit figure and a mask covers the lower half of her face.
âItâs Penny time,â Her stepmum throws finger guns at the camera.
2021:
âCome over âere, mum,â YN nods her head over to Penny. Once sheâs close enough, she takes a hold of her stepmumâs hand and pulls her over for her to sit on her lap, wrapping her arms over her torso, âLove you.â
âI love you more, baby,â Penny smiles as she leans her head back to rest beside YNâs.Â
2022:
âThis is me mumma,â YN smiles warmly before cooing out a chuckle. âWhaâ happened?â She questions when she sees Penny walk over to her side with glossy eyes.
âSorry, mâsorry,â She chuckles, dabbing her under eyes with the sides of her index fingers. âSâjust really fookinâ cool to see how far youâve come. Like look at herââ Penny points to the laptop screen that has 2017 YN on display. ââme lilâ baby.â
âMum!â YN laughs when Penny wraps her arms around her daughterâs head and pulls it to her chest.
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Wildest dreams
Summary: Lewis Hamilton was screwed. He realised that he fell in love with his best friend, the one where he promised he wouldnât do it, especially in the condition they were in.
Rating: +16
Warnings: none
Word count: 2.3
Notes: this is the first fic of a series that is inspired by @mignonricciardo âformula one drivers as romance tropes'Â so the credit of the original idea goes to her! ofc, i changed some bits because i refuse to remember ad 2021Â
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2022
The car was shit. W13 let it down since the moment they tested it for the first time and he wasnât happy. He tried to let it all go after 2021, to think positive and be back at competing with his team - but no, the universe was playing a joke on him. And to top it off, gossip about him was going all around it, like he was a prey, waiting to be eaten alive. His PR executive bolted inside the room while he was doing a physical therapy session with Angela, his back was killing him.
âNot now, MimiâŚâ He murmured, trying to turn up the music, but she put a hand on top of him.
âI think itâs the time. You need a relationship to make the vultures talk about anything else.â
âWhat? But Iâm not seeing anyoneâŚâ He raised his head, scrunching up his nose.
âWell, it can be a fake relationship! Just need a contract, a really good one, some lawyers and boom! New girlfriend in less than two weeks.â She was restlessly typing on her phone.
He sighed loudly, stopping his exercise and sat down, passing his hands on his thighs. âFine.â Angela looked a bit sceptical towards him. âWith one condition.â
âOnly one? I can see that youâre evolving! Simpler.â She joked.
âIâll choose the girl.â
âFair, itâs you that will be dating her.â
âŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚ..
You were snoring softly against the pillow, your limbs just screamed with pain and this nap was really the only thing that you needed right now, however, your doorbell started to ring. With an angry groan, you stood up from your bed and walked towards the door, opening and seeing a very anxious Lewis Hamilton there.
âHey, Lew⌠Kinda weird for you to visit me in the middle of the week, especially that you have a race on sunday. You know, thereâs a thing called cell phonesâŚâ He didnât even wait for you to finish talking and walked inside your loft. âOh, okay then, no manners, I see.â
âSo⌠I need your help.â
âHere it comes⌠Whatâs wrong, mate?â You sat next to him, holding his hand.
âSo, my PR wants me to be in a relationship. A fake. So the media will focus on something else about me.â
âDo you need me to find you a bloke?â
âKind of. Actually⌠Would you be in?â He looked at you with exasperation in his eyes. âItâs just⌠We've been friends for years now, people have seen us together a lot, they always suspected it⌠And I trust you. A lot.âÂ
âThatâsâŚâ You sighed, letting your back hit the soft cushion. âA lot. Like- It will affect my career, for sure! Or I wonât have time to be this aesthetic WAG of a Formula One driver. I love you, Lew⌠But I donât think itâs a good idea.â
âI know! I know! But⌠Everything sucks since last year and if Iâm going to do this so I can wipe out all of the shit, at least Iâm doing it with someone I love.â
You just heard his words and kept quiet for a few seconds, reflecting if this was not as insane as your brain wants to put it. Well, it is very outside of the norm to have your very famous friend asking you to be his fake girlfriend for the media, but at the same time, youâve felt honoured that he thought about you first amongst all of your common friends.
âWell.. Since you asked nicely, we can arrange that.â You laid your head on his shoulder. âFuck, you really know how to convince me.â
âAlways did that very well and you know it.â
âŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚ
A few days later, some meeting with both of your lawyers, a contract - evolving money, you were planning on how to make it public your ârelationshipâ. Your profiles on social media were all private, so no one could see except from pictures that he would post.
âOkay⌠So we can make this very secretive, to make them talk about it.â Miranda, the PR, suggested it.
âMaybe some fancy dates at restaurants?â He suggested.
âAnd sometimes, you leave the paddock holding flowers, like youâre going to give to someone else.â You completed it.
âAnd then, he can take you to a race, but just simple gestures, no kissing, of course. But enough to make them crazy for a break.â The PR finished, smiling. âAnd remember, you can have other people, as long as youâre very secretive about it, we donât want a cheating scandal.â
âI kinda feel bad about the fans, they will be very happy.â The British man said, sipping on his whiskey.
âItâs your fault you didnât want to fall in love.â
âMy bad that no one would be as good as you.â He poked his tongue out, laughing.
âSuch a cheesy man, are you, huh? I didnât know that.â
âŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚ.
The first few weeks of you being âtogetherâ, some paparazzis caught you two in some fancy restaurants, running together. At the beginning, it was awkward, you were friends, sure⌠But this whole situationship about pretending to be together was leaving you into a weird space everytime you two were alone. Of course, he tried to avoid it, skipping this step, but inevitably it would happen for a while.
Then, he invited you to spend a weekend with him, a race weekend. Your first thought was to deny at all costs, it was going to be so uncomfortable, especially with paparazzi all around you both. However, with a little of his encouragement words and reassurance that you did not need to go in with him through the Paddock, you agreed to it.
Sunday morning, he got this two bedroom ensuite on, so you wouldn't actually sleep at the same place, but not to leave any suspicions in case someone invaded your privacy. Lewis was up early, shifting around, shower on then off, blow dryer, lights on and off. You groaned and got up, opening your door and showing the middle finger towards him.
âGood morning, love.â He smiled, and threw some clothes at you.
âWhatâs that?â
âSome matching clothes. I know we wonât walk in together, but⌠I need to know youâre mine.â His cocky smile appeared.
âYouâŚâ You pulled the mostly monochromatic yellow outfit. âHow?â
âOh! And I have some shoes and accessories, you can look into that bag!â
âOkay, you really put yourself through.â
âGo get dressed! Weâll leave for breakfast soon!â
âIâm sorry, but I need makeup to look hot, so you will sit your fine ass down and let me do my magic.â
âAnything for my queen.â
âCheesy!â You screamed, going to the bathroom with all of the things he gave to you.
After an hour, you two were finally going to the paddock. He was wearing an all yellow outfit and it perfectly matched with you. It was dumb? Yeah, but the butterflies were running up on his chest, the feeling of his missing puzzle piece being there just made everything even more confusing. He let you go out first, entering another through another gate - with almost no one around except for the team crew, then of course he made his entrance, looking handsome as always, while you were already at Mercedesâ hospitality, getting an espresso. When he appeared with a smile, extending a beautiful bouquet of sunflowers.
âThank you.â You murmured, kissing his cheek.
âItâs not for publicity, okay? Itâs an acknowledgment for being the best.â
âBut the paparazzi loved it, people are really going crazy.â You could hear his laugh and it made your heart flutter.
âŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚ.
The end of the season sucked, Lewis had a DNF on Abu Dhabi, which made at least that horrible car have its end. He was upset, everything in that year about racing was just messed up, but at least he had you along the way.Â
You gave him a few days to breathe, acknowledge this unusual year for him, Hamilton needed this time for himself and you understood. Of course, it was mundane now, from spending some weekends knowing new countries and having fun with him, it was paradise, now you got it why women would always throw themselves at his feet, I mean- he was handsome and polite and also your friend for years, but youâve never seen that way, a different side of the british man. You smiled with the pictures that popped up on your twitter, of you two hanging out the night before the last race, his hand around your waist, a stunning smile that could light up the whole room and stylish outfits - that youâve always tried to match and look as fashionable as he is, however, the dark skinned man would steal the scene every time he stepped on the paddock for a race weekend.
The sound of some random tv show played in the background as you kept scrolling your instagram feed, just to kill some time. Out of the blue, Hamiltonâs nickname appeared on the screen and you thought it was weird, why would he call when texting was quicker? Without waiting, you answered the call, pressing your legs together in anticipation.
âHey, love.â
âHi, Lew. Why calling? Especially in the middle of the day.â
âOh⌠Wanna drive somewhere? I just could use some company.â
âOf course?â The request was a bit out of his usual character, however you knew him enough to know he just wanted to empty his mind.
âPick you up in five.â
âOk!â
And he hung up. You managed to put on a hoodie, sneakers and some makeup - just a bit of mascara, lipgloss and a blush, to look more âaliveâ. In exactly five minutes his car was pulling on your driveway. He opened the door for you and soon you two were going off to⌠somewhere.
The ride was rather quiet, just some pop music from the radio filling up the silence - comfortable silence. In less than an hour, he pulled up on a beautiful view, between the rocks you could see a river that was starting to freeze.
âEverything okay?â You said, in a low tone.
âYeah. Just wanted to drive off, but your company makes it better.â
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After that night, where you contemplated the view, talked and reflected on how your lives have changed in those last years, he took you home and wished you a good night. This became frequent, drive offs to different places, inviting you to his morning runs and hikes - which you werenât so good, so he would continuously hold your hips and sometimes, when he was in his best mood, his hand would slip into yours on the rides back to your house and it was the best sensation in the whole world.
Thatâs when he knew he fell in love and all of this was more than some publicity contract, Lewis wanted to be by your side, it was the moments where he could be himself and no judgments from anyone, just you two in some remote place, far from paparazzi. At first, he didnât want to believe, he promised himself, right before all of this had started, he wouldnât fall in love with you. He couldnât. He shouldnât.Â
Yet, there he was, sitting down on his sofa, looking at pictures that he took of you on top of some hill, smiling. Quickly he called Miranda, Angela and Russell on a video call.
âI think I fell for her. And I promised myself I wouldnât be in this state.â He sighed dramatically.
âThat was just a matter of time, mate.â The British younger driver said, chuckling.
âWhat?â
âI hate to say it, but⌠You really sold the couple thing.â Miranda completed. âShe looks at you like youâre the one.â
âIâm thirty-eight and Iâm freaking out just like a teenager trying to deny its first love. And sheâs an old friend. Great!â He passed his hands on the loose curls of his hair. âI really didnât think I could actually feel that.â
âŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚ..
After another drive to a beautiful sight with no one else, he parked his car in front of your house. Looking at you for a few seconds before he tried to pay attention to something else. You noted that right away, thinking that he did get a bit distant those last few days, especially after his birthday, so you figured out that maybe you said the wrong thing or he found someone to actually be with him, so you would be finishing the contract on the publicity stunt. Well, it was good while it lasted, but it didnât stop you to feel a heartbreak coming into you. As a mature woman, you breathed in and looked at him.
âSomething is wrong with you. Spill it out.â
âWell⌠Something is wrong. And I need to talk to you about it.â
âGo for it, Hamilton. You know I can take it.â
âWhat?â
âWhat?â
âWhat do you think Iâm going to say?â
âThat we should end this?â
âOh⌠Love. Wait. Listen to me first.â He held both of your hands. â At the beginning this was to save my ass and to have some company on the weekends, but with all those months being⌠In this fake relationship made me realise somethingâŚâ He breathed in, closing his eyes. âIâm in love with you. I donât want this to be a publicity stunt. I want you to be with me as mine. My girl.â
You put your hand on his cheek, caressing it with your thumb. âI didnât know you were so romantic.â
He didnât wait for more and soon his lips were against yours in a calm yet romantic kiss. His hands lowered to your hips, pulling your body closer to his, while he deepened the touch. When air made it necessary, you were almost on his lap and both of your cheeks were bright red.
âCome in with me. I promise thereâs no paparazzi waiting for us inside.â
He laughed and got out of the car, opening the door for you as you two rushed inside like horny teenagers.
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Hellooo Could I request for Felix Catton please? Whereâs maybe Oliver is so obsessed with Felixâs girlfriend, the reader to the point where he killed her because âif I canât have you, no one canâ troupe and all and like then Felix witnessed it and all angsty sad thingy so sorry ifâs dark but thank youu so muchh đĽ°đĽ°â¨đ
Till Death
Oliver Quick x Fem Reader
Summary: After you and Felix starting going out, Oliver began developing an unhealthy infatuation with you. Anytime someone laid their eyes or hands on you, it made him feral. One night at a party he finally caves in to his depraved urges.
Word Count: 3.0k+
Ref Account: @kaionyx
TW: Stalking Kink, Blood Kink, Knife Kink, CNC Kink, Nasty Smut.
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It was the beginning of the spring semester at Oxford University. Everyone seemed to be in a joyous mood, coming back from Christmas break completely decked out in mommy and daddyâs money. Grades are reset and all your friends are saying âI think a 7am lecture every Wednesday and Friday will be refreshingâ or âI'm actually going to keep up with my canvas discussion questions this time around.â The best parties of the year are during spring semester, because everyone's stress levels are relatively low. Oliver was planning on heading to a house party with you and Felix. Both of you were friends before Felix and you got together so you two always invited him out when partying. Oliver always obliged in these invites but not for the sake of friendship. He liked keeping tabs on you, watching you get drunker and drunker. You were such a know it all in class, always raising your hand. Yearning to be a teacher's pet, going the extra mile to be the perfect student. Seeing you at night gave Oliver a high stronger than any bump he could take. Watching that innocent good girl facade fade away with the more wild you became after getting intoxicated drove him crazy.Â
It made him furious when he saw the way Felix handled you, he was so sweet and gentle. It was so obvious that you craved a stronger hand. Wanting so badly for anyone to dominate and to remind you of your purpose. The way you flaunt your body around, practically begging to be shoved to the ground and taught how to act properly. Currently all three of you are getting ready in the dorm Felix and Oliver shared. You were in the bathroom leaning over the sink, your hips pressed against the edge. Your mouth was hanging open while applying mascara, Oliver was watching while making small talk with Felix. Who had his face buried deep in his closet looking for something to wear. Everytime you leaned closer to the mirror the oversize shirt you wore rose up, revealing your panty line.Â
âMaybe just a polo, nothing too crazy,â he said, pulling out two options.Â
âHow much time before we go!â you called out from the bathroom.
â10 minutes!â Oliver replied.Â
âShit!â you gasped, rushing to finish. Felix was completely distracted, putting his shoes on and getting his things together. His phone went off every five seconds, after a while he finally went to see what all the buzz was about.Â
âFuck, Mason asked me to pick up a few bottles. Oliver, will you stay and walk with her and I'll meet the two of you there?â he asked.Â
âOf course, see you there mate,â Oliver held back a scoff, Felix was such an idiot. Leaving you there for him to do⌠well, whatever he felt like.Â
You kissed Felix goodbye and unraveled the hot rollers out of your hair. Fluffing it out before circling hairspray around it. Applying the last few touches like lip gloss and perfume. It was around 11pm and the weather outside was nippy. You being half dressed were feeling the effects of this quite viciously. The two of you were making small talk, mostly about the weather or school. Oliver didnât give a fuck about what you were going on about. He was using it as an excuse to watch you, shiver and shake. The way your teeth were chattering together was driving him insane. The house wasnât even a mile from campus but your heels were slowing the both of you down a bit. Like a wounded little animal hobbled by the wolf chasing it. This hummored him, thinking about how this would look if you were alone. The street lamps shining down, the light reflecting off your tan moisturized legs. Your lustrous jewelry also catches some of that light, practically calling wandering eyes to your body. Speaking of, your body was barely covered. Wearing a tube dress that barely covered your upper thighs. The material was cotton which meant it hugged you tightly. Fuck, he felt like he could see your goosebumps through it when he looked hard enough. He hated that Felix didnât correct any of this. If you were his, heâd never let you walk about like that, any guy they passed had his eyes on you. Focusing in like you were their prey, it made his heart race. Bubbling with anger and jealousy, wanting to rip their throats out because he knew what they were thinking. Finally getting to the party, Felix was already a couple shots in, obviously his side quest went a bit off the rails. Giving you a quick kiss before going back to entertaining âthe boysâ who were quite sweet on him. Annoyed by the lack of attention, you poured an overly generous amount of liquor into your cup and headed into the living room. Where the speakers were blaring and a large group of people were dancing all together.Â
Oliver sat on the couch, plastic cup in hand watching you. At first, your moves were more reserved. Keeping to yourself, dancing next to people rather than on them. As you suck down your liquor, your moves are becoming less modest. Now dancing against your friend, her manicured fingers gripping your hips. Oliver didnât drink anything from his cup yet, he didnât want to lose too much control over himself. Nor did he want anything to impair the focus he had on you. Sweat was starting to bead on your body and your dress was riding up. He liked noticing all these little things about you, the shift in your demeanor and attitude once you were drunk. Normally you were sweet-mannered and shy but when you were fucked up, you were more bratty and vulgar. Not afraid of acting out, practically screaming for someone to put you in check. He ripped his eyes off you and looked over into the kitchen. Seeing Felix down another shot, eyes practically drifted in two different directions. His girl who was way out of his league is half naked and drunk surrounded by wandering hands. He was so oblivious and stupid. Looking back your direction and his jaw dropped. You were standing right above him, hovering over where he was sitting on the couch.Â
âWhy donât you ever dance?â you ask him.Â
âHmmm?â he asked, as if he didnât hear you.
âAny time you come with us to a party, you never get like -hiccup- get crazy,â you say, sinking down to sit next to him. Now whispering in his ear whenever you spoke.Â
âI do, I just pace myself,â he leaned in.Â
âSure, whatever makes you sleep at night,â you giggled, pulling a joint out from behind your ear.Â
âYouâre sparking up here?â he asked, cocking his eyebrow.Â
âYou gonna stop me?â you asked, smirking and lighting it.Â
He felt all the blood in his brain rush down towards his dick. Almost lunging at you, like it was the perfect invitation to finally break you down. Your charm bracelet jingling everytime you bring it to your mouth for a drag. He chuckled to himself, remembering how just hours earlier you were eagerly raising your hand, hogging the attention from the teacher. Beaming every time she reaffirmed your answers, âamazingly accurateâ or âwell doneâ things like that that made you practically jump with joy. Now you were double fisting and practically sitting in your boyfriendâs mateâs lap. He was at his breaking point, feeling like his entire body was on fire. Like every atom and cell in his body was pushing him to take you.Â
âMaybe we can get out of here? The air is starting to feel sticky,â Oliver says, standing up.Â
âOh of course! I was starting to feel the same way, especially after dancing,â you said, standing up and following him. Holding on to his belt loop, letting him lead you out of the house.Â
Once the two of you finally got outside, your body was having a sublime reaction. Due to you being hot and sweaty, the cold weather outside was causing water vapor to come off your body. Oliver could feel his mouth salivating, watching you hands shake and you brought the joint to your mouth. You offered him a hit several times but he declined, enjoying watching you become high out of your mind. Making drunken conversation as you walked, digging into your purse and looking for your pen after the joint was smoked down to the crutch. It wasnât until you started walking that you realized how fucked up you were. Even when you really try to keep your balance, youâd sway and wobble from time to time. Looking at your phone, checking the stats on your recent post. So preoccupied in your own little world that you didnât notice Oliver was no longer with you. Dropping your phone into your purse and looking around, calling out to him. The street no longer looked safe and quaint. After standing there doing circles trying to locate him, you gave up and started the walk home. Or at least back to their dorm room. Clutching your purse and trying to fight through the pain your heels were giving you.Â
Oliver was watching from about fifteen or twenty feet behind you. Seeing you look around with that unsure and scared expression on your face. Eyebrows furrowed and your eyes wide and glossy. Stumbling over your own feet as you walked around in circles looking for him: completely defenseless. You dropped your pen and bent down to get it, unknowingly exposing your backside to him. As you walked you kept pulling your dress down, the cold starting to get to you. He continued to follow, hiding in plain sight like in front of a parked car or mailbox. You were beginning to feel paranoid, hearing leafs crunching or being spooked by dogs barking. Pulling out your phone and ringing Oliver, frustration and uncertainty written all over your face. Amused and aroused by your fear, he would throw a pebble in your direction. It hit your heel and made you jump and fall onto the ground. The road did a number on your knees, both of them now bloody and dripping down your shin. Now crying, feeling overwhelmed and frightened. Oliver had to hide his smirk as he came over to ârescueâ you.
âWhere did you go! I literally fell!â You cried, reaching out for him to help you up.Â
âIâm so sorry, I donât know how we got separated- here let me carry you back yeah?â he asks with a sickeningly patronizing tone.Â
âReally?â you asked even though he was already picking you up. His cock was throbbing while looking down on you. Mascara running down your face, teeth chattering and bleeding like a hurt little bunny. He carried you the rest of the way bridal style. Resting your head on his shoulder, complaining about your knees everyone in a while. It wasnât long until the two of you finally made it back. He lets you stand up but once you put your weight on your legs you start wobbling, using him to support yourself. He grabs your forearm quite roughly and pulls you inside. You were confused as to why he was being a little aggressive but brush it off. Walking over to Felixâs bed and plopping down, finally taking your heels off. Oliver locked the door and jammed a chair underneath the doorknob. Taking notice of this, you start to question him,Â
âHow will Felix let himself in?â you ask.Â
âEnough of that. Pretending you care about him,â he said, turning to face you.Â
âI donât- I care about him,â you say with a mix of defensiveness and disbelief.
âIâll give you the benefit of the doubt. Maybe youâre in denial or just too prideful to accept it but you donât care about him. You think heâs stupid and want more. Itâs okay, just admit it,â he says, walking slowly towards you.Â
âWhy are you acting like this?â you asked, confused to where this was coming from.Â
âMe acting like what? Calling you out on a fact? Youâre one of those girls who likes to think sheâs confident and calling the shots at all times. In reality all you really want is someone to turn your brain off. Take complete control over you and fuck you until you fall apart. Completely brain dead, only worry being when a cock is shoved in your stupid fucking throat,â he said. Tears stinging your eyes, and insecurity flooding your mind as he continued,Â
âWould a girlfriend who cares about her boyfriend leave him at the party without even checking on him? Simply to go home early with his best friend to get fucked into the matress,â you said, now hovering above where you were sitting on the bed.Â
âNot. True.â You said, crossing your arms.Â
âNo? So you wouldnât mind if I see how wet you are? I have a feeling youâre soaking through your panties as we speak,â he said, getting on his knees. In your head you wanted to immediately reject him, but in your gut you didnât want to stop him. It was true, you did want someone who was rougher with you. Thatâs not only aroused but not scared by the concept of hurting you.Â
âI mean if you donât want me to please, feel free to stop me,â he said, resting one hand on your knee and the other slowly sliding down your thigh towards your pussy.Â
You felt like a whore, knowing that you should be stopping him. Shamefully justifying this betrayal with the fact that you havenât had gratifying sex for a while. Felix was of course dominant and it wasnât that he sucked at fucking or anything. It was just that he didnât really understand the whole mental side of it. Also he didnât want to hurt you. Whenever you made the suggestion of slapping you in the face or choking you a little past your limit, he got nervous. Never really doing these actions with full commitment. The tips of his fingers began to trace your slit, as predicted youâd completely soaked the lace material. Finding a weak spot in the lace material, he uses his fingers and rips a hole. You gasp and go to press your legs together; he moves his hands to your knees, stopping you from closing your legs. His hands were stinging the scraps, you grip onto his hair from both pain and pleasure. Ripping and pulling at the strands as hard as you can. Oliver kept looking up, watching your mouth hang open and the most pornographic moans slipping out. Pulling out the whore he knew you were deep down inside, feeling powerful knowing he was doing what Felix could never. Pulling his hair so damn hard was only building onto the pent up anger and jealousy he had over you. He pulled back, saliva and wetness dripping down his chin. Looking down at you, completely deranged and desperate.
âDo you want me to stop?â he asked. As you went to respond, he shoved his bloodied fingers into your mouth. Pressing your tongue down, pushing his digits down your throat. You gagged which caused him to laugh before continuing.Â
âWhat was that?â he teased, becoming more aggressive. His index and pinky finger were pressed against your cheeks, his nails scratching you.Â
Finally pulling out and smacking you with the same hand. Even though you were drunk and high off weed and adrenaline, that took you off guard. It burned and the fact that his hand was soaked in your saliva and blood felt embarrassing or humiliating; maybe a bit of both. It made you overwhelmed with turmoil. Something that should be so shameful left you wanting more. Longing for something more painful and intense. The rush and exhilaration of pushing the limits of your emotional and physical boundaries was like a drug you never had before. He grabbed your hair and forced you to the ground, onto your knees. You winced as you fell to the ground, eyebrows furrowing and a moan coming out of your mouth.Â
âAww does that hurt?â he asked, tilting his head to the side. Smacking his cock against your lips, smearing pre-cum over your mouth for a while.
âYou deaf? Answer the fucking question,â he said, grabbing onto your hair with both hands.Â
Feeling like this was a trick question, your instinct was to stay quiet. He yanked your hair, showing that he was becoming impatient with your stubbornness. When you open your mouth to answer, he shoves his cock down your throat. Being merciless with his pace, pounding into your mouth, having no regard for your feelings; and you were loving every second of it. Oliver was noticing you were finding a bit too much pleasure in this. Arching your back and rocking your head back and forth. Looking down he sees your hands on the floor supporting yourself. He steps on them, slowly putting more and more weight down and trapping you to the floor. Panic started to set in once you tried pulling your hands away and couldn't. He gathered most of your hair into one hand and used his other to cover your nose. Completely blocking your airway. Oliver watched your eyes widen and your face become beat red from a lack of oxygen. Every time you pulled at your hands or gagged around his cock he would twitch and moan.Â
âDonât pass out on me yet, be the good little slut you are and hold on a little longer,â he said, shaking your head by the nose when he noticed your eyes getting glossy and foggy. He finally pulled away, you were sucking in deep breaths. Slowly coming to and he picks you up and lets you fall on the bed.Â
âSorry love, I just needed you more pliable for whatâs next,â he said, pulling out his pocket knife.Â
He flips you over onto your knees, shoulders pressed against the mattress. Again, not having any regard for you, he shoves himself into your dripping cunt. Fucking into you slowly, you thought he was being gentle after how aggressive he was being. In reality he is scoping out a good place to carve his initials onto your ass. Using the tip of the blade to make the first mark, you screamed. Not expecting the sudden sting. The entire time he was creating a slit in your skin he would degrade and tease you. Acting sympathetic but really just getting off on owning and marking your body as his. Making you fear and worship him in the sickest way possible. The panic and fear in your scream going straight to his dick, not being able to control the erratic rhythm of his thrusts. He admired his initials becoming less legible due to the blood starting to cover it. He added a few random slash marks on the other ass check, just so the other cuts wouldnât get lonely. Dropping the knife onto the floor and playing with your ass as he fucked into you. Spanking you causing the blood to fly around, onto your lower back and his face. Once he was done playing, he flipped you around onto your back. You looked smashed, like a hot fucking mess. Seeing how brain dead and broken you were was sending him off the edge. Wrapping his bloody hands around your neck as he came in you. Finally claiming your body, showing you the true purpose of your mouth and pussy. He got up and went to the bathroom to wash up. Smirking as he washed the blood off his face and body. Felix walked in, completely drunk and high out of his mind. On top of that, in shock from seeing your body on the bed, bruised and covered in blood. Screaming and crying attempting to wake you. In so much shock he didnât even notice Oliver walk out, grinning from ear to ear.Â
âFucking idiot,â he scoffed.
#saltburn fanfiction#oliver quick#oliver quick x reader#oliver quick x you#oliver quick imagine#oliver quick x y/n#oliver quick smut#saltburn imagine#saltburn movie#saltburn smut#rough smut#blood kink#cnc stalking#nasty smut
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Not a request (unless you want it to be)! but imagine avatar!reader showing neytiri a little girl on girl action (scissoring) cause Jake's been too busy with the whole clan leader thing to please her đŤŁ
this had to get its own little moment
a/n: I love her I had to write this when I got it something about her makes me swoon. She has so many layers and she is my queen. I finally formatted it. Not proofread yet oop
pairing(s): Neytiri te Tskaha Mo'at'ite x f!Reader, extremely brief Jake Sully x f!Reader
word count: ~2k
warnings: NSFW / MDNI Caught, Scissoring / Tribbing, Switch x switch couple, Pregnant Neytiri bc sheâs a milf itâs more so a plot point then focused on, Praise kink (receiving), Neytiri doesnât really know what sheâs doing but your enthusiasm makes up for it
Neytiri could not bring herself to understand why she was sitting here complaining to you. Her life had finally found some semblance of peace. She knows that she should be thankful for the way her people have risen from ashes; for having such a strong competent mate and a mother who knew what was best for her people. She was thankful still had a family to support her and her beautiful planet that was in the very least safe for now.
She should be at ease but sheâs not. Sheâs frustrated and antsy. Maybe it was because she was pregnant enough to be left behind in things she felt needed her attention- or maybe she did not actually care about all of that and the sun was just too hot. She was no sure what it was but she couldnât shake all the bitter moments that had accumulated throughout the week and led her to this very moment. Sat lounged out by a stream not so far from the village enjoying lunch with her best friend. Though she loved your daily walks, even your company did not soothe the bubbling anger she ultimately has concluded boiled down to Jake.
âAll he does is work!â She snaps at you plopping a round berry in her mouth.
For a second you flinch as if youâre the one sheâs scolding for neglect. Youâre thankful youâre not at the receiving end of her sour mood as she rants about how annoying her day has been.
âWell, heâs dealing with a lot of guilt Iâm sure. Men think too much and get stuck in their own brains.â You shrug as you finish peeling her fruit for her, trying to ease her foul mood while not throwing the friend you greatly admired under the bus.
She thinks itâs sweet how youâre always looking to help her, and how loyal you have been. Almost to a fault.
Jake had given you the order to look out for her and you did the most to make sure you met his expectations- like the good little ex-SEAL you were. She thought it was cute that you were so eager to please. Listened to orders so well.
âIâm dealing with the weight of his tsawl txĂŹm âevi,â
Big ass kid. Her joking comment makes you bark out a laugh and throw your head back as you swat at one of her sore legs that lay across your own lap and legs.
âBetter hope he doesnât have his father's big ass head,â
You make her laugh as you point to your skull to annunciate the comment. She likes that she doesnât have to act properly around you. She didnât have to be nice. She felt she could act her age. Act like she wasnât Tsakarem. That you were not an alien who had lived a whole over life before you chose this. That her non-native mate wasnât tasked with rebuilding the world around her with the help of her mother while Neytiri was forced to focus on being pregnant.
She thought that preparing for motherhood would leave her in isolation and drive her into a solitary pit of despair, lost in her own thoughts- but yet here you were. Like her little shadow. Always there to keep her from feeling so alone. You were a good listener too. You didnât talk much- would just let her ramble about however she felt so she didnât have to keep it in and go insane with grief. Itâs why she trusted you so much.
âIâll never have another child again,â She rolls her eyes as she wiggles her sore calf over your lap again,
âPlease; continue.â
You smile softly at her, returning to rubbing her swollen calf and thigh that you had previously neglected to peel a particularly rough citrus-like fruit for her.
She can talk about anything to you, and youâll nod and joke along because ultimately sheâs your best friend. The best friend youâve ever had. You think sheâs interesting and you care about the way she feels. Thatâs probably why she likes you so much right now. Your attentive hands on her anyways.
She tries to occupy herself with the citrus that dances across her tongue but all she can feel is the pad of your thumb massaging her swollen thigh.
âLet me sit up so I can get your other leg and hips.â
Her tail flicks as you move past your leg to sit on your knees. She doesnât mean to seem so annoyed in her actions. She is not mad at you. She really just hates Jake right now. For how tired he is. How busy he is.
He always makes it up to her but had he not been so busy she wouldnât have been so enticed by the swift movement of your hands against her sapphire skin.
She can swear youâre teasing her on purpose. The way you prop yourself on your knees and annunciate the pretty dip of your hips. Neytiri canât help but shift and open her legs a bit more. To give you more room between her. Sheâd say she was getting comfortable but she isnât stupid. She knows you know it too. Youâre terrible at controlling your body language. Itâs almost rude how quickly your tail twisting behind you and the way your ears are pointed right towards her.
Your nose crinkles in concentration as you move her leg to rest on your full hips while your thumb instantly moves to push a firm long stroke up the side of her thigh. The feeling shoots across her nerves and she sighs at the alleviation of pain in her hips. It almost makes her forget how much you had turned her on.
âYou are so blessed,â Sheâs shocked at how quickly your palms pressed running across her sore muscles has begun to ease her tight hips and her sour mood, âYouâre doing so well,â
Sheâs thankful youâre so easily appeased. Tail swishing behind you as you rub where her leg met her hip. Sheâd encourage you the rest of the day if it meant you didnât stop.
âI have one order, gotta keep you from killinâ Jake during the day,â a giggle falls from your lips.
You lose good girl points at the mention of Jakes name and for the fact that you tease her for her temper. It is Jakes fault she was so irritated today. You knew that. It was obvious how needy she was for intimacy. Jake was as perfect as he could be to her- he was just so busy. You know she didnât have the heart to complain to her mate that she was horny and lonely when he was carrying such a burden. You could chalk her well-hidden desperation up to her being pregnant but your face flushes at the thought that maybe she just liked you a little bit. You canât stop your silly smile at the fact that her hips relax even more when you switch over to her opposite leg. One leg lay lazily on the ground while your knead your hands against her flesh.
âAm I helping the pain a little?â
And though youâre asking her a question youâre not looking up at her from your position between her legs. Too busy watching your hands paw at her swollen hips and thighs.
Youâre sweet to her. Itâs why she controls the motion of her tail snapping up off the ground to smack right up against what she hopes is just as needy and wet as she is.
You yelp and it makes her laugh and though youâve been half purposely touching her in the hope sheâd recuperate your touches youâre almost shocked at the outcome.
âWhy are you wet, huh?â
She hopes her words work you up but the fact that your eyes shoot to hers for only a second before looking down to her core ignites her own needy breath.
âI- uh⌠I dunno I havenât had sex since Iâve been on earth⌠like seven years ago.â It sounded like a long time- five years and some months of those if those years were actually getting to Pandora- and it felt like a nap to you. You still miss it obviously- a little too much as she reaches her fingers to caress your wrist and it has you humming.
She laughs at you of course. Making fun of you even though she knew only the rudimental outside of Jake.
âYouâre also very pretty,â your quick addition accompanies a charming smile.
She can tell you admire Jake so much at this moment. You match his same entranced pretty smile. Wide eyes looking all too eagerly up at her.
âYouâre very pretty too,â
Your thumb runs under the lining of her tweng as she compliments you back and you practically purr at the soft and wet feeling her lips greet you with.
âDoes it hurt here too?â You ask her, and though itâs half in jest she nods.
âTerribly. Youâll have to help me.â
Youâre a bit nervous when she reaches her hand down to untie her bottoms. itâs not until her other hand touches your hip that you snap out of your own thoughts.
âIâm afraid Iâm a bit clueless though,â
Thereâs that pretty charming quip in her voice that reminds you she is a princess and it makes your legs clench but ultimately calms you down over the fact that she cannot really judge your performance without comparison.
âI can show you,â you didnât know why she made you nervous; âItâll feel good for both of us,â
She just grins and pulls at one of the strings of your bottoms that youâre cursing for being as intricately worn as they are.
She canât help but dance her hands down your exposed skin and admire how excited you seemed to be at the prospect of relief.
Sheâs not even all that pregnant yet and youâre still so gentle as to carefully position your leg to avoid her.
You sit against her a little too quickly, plopping down flush against her own swollen slit out of pure excitement before jolting back up slightly. Just allowing your swollen clits to touch.
Itâs not that Neytiri didnât figure this is how women who mated with other women slept together- but no one ever talked about it. She had heard whispers of women preoccupying themselves during heats, but she was clueless as to how it actually happened or how it could possibly feel satisfying.
Then, however, you started rocking your hips forward a little. She finally got the appeal of the feather light weight you started with. How enthusiastically and quickly you rub yourself against her is hypnotizing. She feels bad for being so into the way your dragging across the wetness between your bodies considering she has Jake but she canât ignore how nice this is. She wonders which one of you is responsible for the mess- she can believe itâs her- it wouldnât shock her in the least- but she hopes itâs you. Even though your eyes have already started to close as you nestled your face into her leg you used to balance yourself and your hip's movements stutter and messily ruin the steady build towards both of your orgasms every time you feel too close to cumming.
The feeling of you gliding your warm cunt against her swollen clit has her sighing in lenience. If your careful hands rubbing at her hips and thighs didnât alleviate the pain she felt before then the way you forced her to focus on the desire to cum has cured it.
âMmm. Youâre doing so good for me- ya youâre right- feâels good.â she choked on her own pant as she tries to sit up slightly so she can touch your tail, âGo faster please,â
One hand plays with your nipple as the other uses her outstretched legs as an anchor to grind yourself down onto her at the speeds she requests.
The fact that you turn to look at her but instead get distracted by the oscillation of her full breasts has her hips rolling up to meet you.
âOh-ohhhh,â and she feels your fall forward at her intrusion as to brace yourself onto your hands. Sheâs so thankful you were so flexible. So easy for you to loosen your hips open a little more and fuck yourself down onto her.
She felt so good. So much better than what you thought dragging your clit against hers would feel like. You get why Jake folded and betrayed everyone so easily. Her nails running across your thigh or back haphazardly in conjunction with the way you feel your clit slot up against hers makes you shutter.
You really hope you arenât setting a bad example. You hope sheâs feeling just as good as you are, itâs hard for you to turn your head to face her so you focus your energy on making sure your grind down accurately.
You try not to be sloppy- you do the best you can even though she whines and makes you want cum before she could.
You thank Eywa when you feel her nails dig into your hips and the gush of her pussy against yours.
Your, âOh fuck- fucking hell,â is less ceremonious then her moans but you canât help it when the added slickness of her orgasm makes it all too easy to trib yourself down against her and chase your own high.
You thank divine timing for finishing just in time for your heart to drop into your stomach at the sound of someone crossing the tree line,
âHuh, wouldaâ get a load of this,â
It is a gruff masculine voice that you now vividly recall giving you the order to watch out for his wife- not scissor yourself between her thighs and fuck her.
#neytiri x reader#neytiri smut#neytiri imagine#avatar (2009)#avatar x reader#avatar fandom#avatar smut#jake sully#jake sully smut#jake sully x reader
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Gray & Erza Hcs
someone sent in an ask about their friendship and i accidentally deleted it but you know who u are, this is for you
these two have so much angst potential
* Gray purposefully take the route to and from his house that passes the river even though it takes longer, just on the off chance Erza might be there
* She holds so much guilt for sending him into avatar, but everytime she tries to apologize for it the words get stuck and she cant
* Grays probably the only person Erza has ever offered a slice of her cake to, if only bc she knows he doesnt like cake and made it her personally mission to find one he does
* They are so stubborn
* Gray: Youâre one of my best friends, I would do anything for you. â¨Erza: I want you to eat 3 meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule. â¨Gray: Absolutely not.
* Their friendship is the type where they can sit in silence for hours and be completely comfortable just knowing the other is there
* Erza loves her guild, but if Gray died, if he left fairy tail, she would genuinely consider leaving as well
* her big sister instincts will always kick in the fastest with him
* She has an internal alarm that sounds every time Grays in trouble even if shes no where near him.
* Sometimes sheâll wake up in a cold sweat and text him in a panic asking him whats wrong
* it freaked him out so many times but hes grown so used to it that heâll message her as soon as smth happens to forstall the panic
* He was her first real friend in fairy tail, so she has a soft spot and a bias of sorts for him, shes more likely to take his sides on things than not
* thats not to say she turns a blind eye to his chronic dumbassery, no she still will fully call him out on his bullshit, but shes more likely to call others out before him
* In turn, Gray is the one who calls her out on her behavior, people will go out of their way to find him just so he can talk to her bc shes less likely to kill him if he calls her out than anyone else
* He called her a hypocrite once and everybody started to mentally plan his funeral, then was in awe since she actually stopped what she was doing and apologized
* He will fight for what she wants even if he doesnât necessarily agree with it. He is the first to defend her
* Hes also the first to put her in her place, he has never seen her as the great godly âTitianaâ, he sees her a âErzaâ, a teenage girl
* And honestly? she probably appreciates thats more than being seen as a sort of invincible god the public sees her as
* Allegedly, their are the two most âmatureâ and put together people of the team. its a lie. an act. theyre not. not at all. They are so chaotic, especially together. when nobodies around they can be so dumb together and they cause so many problems. but nobody would believe you if you told someone
* They have an insane amount of respect for one another, more than the kind for friends and guild mates
* Gray isnât actually scared of her, he plays it up for shits n giggles but at the end of the day less scared than he is cautious, he knows sheâll put him in his place but he is by no means scared of her.
* She knows this and its like their own little secret
* They refuse to go to the doctor, therapy, or anything such as that unless the other gets checked out too
* They get each other weapons for their birthdays, each one is better than the last
* They see a lot of themselves in each other, perhaps thats why they are so protective of one another
* Neither of them are the type to fully let down their walls, theyve never really felt truly and completely at ease with any one person. But the closest its ever been has been with each other
* trying to get them to do smth actually good for their health is like getting happy to never eat fish again.
#fairy tail#gray fullbuster#erza scarlet#sun strickens ft#fairy tail headcanons#fairy tail incorrect quotes#one#these fools can fit so much angst into them#so silly#grayza#grayza brotp#both for good measure#they make me so sad#this has so much angst in it for no reason
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ăăâżŕ¸şwhippedâżŕ¸şăă
⤡ pairings: dealer!ellie williams x fem!reader (she/her)
⤡ summary: ellie is just so whipped for you everyone knows it except for ellie herself
⤡ warnings: cursing but thatâs about it
⤡ a/n: iâm gonna start writing part three for band mates later but i wanted to get some of my other ideas out !
ellie was so incredibly whipped it was insane. she is absolutely head over heals for her girlfriend. she wonât shut up about her and brings her up into every single conversation she has. itâll be a conversation that doesnât even involve her and she says.
âhey guys did you know i have a girlfriend?â
âi have a girlfriend did you know that?â
âmy girlfriend is amazingâŚdid you know i had one?â
she will literally drop everything for her and would do absolutely anything she asks. with ellie being the dealer to pretty much everyone on campus she made a lot of money. so meaning she will literally get you whatever you want whenever you want it. you even show the slightest interest in something she will go out of her way to buy it and surprise you. she likes to spoil you and she knows you absolutely love it.
the only thing about this is the fact that ellie doesnât realize how whipped she actually is. you stayed home because you werenât feeling well while ellie and dina went to this party. ellie was there for strictly business and dina just decided to tag along. originally you were supposed to go like you always do. she liked having you there to basically be eye candy but she also just loved knowing you were with her.
you had gotten some cramps and had realized you had gotten your period. you just didnât feel the best with the cramps and nausea rolling in with a headache. you simply didnât want to go out. you told ellie it was okay and you didnât want her to miss out on money. she was very wary knowing how emotional you usually get during your period and didnât want to miss a moment where you needed her. you insisted and said youâd text her if anything happened.
so now ellie is sitting here laughing with dina about stupid frat guys not realizing you were at home crying because of dog tik toks and the pain from your cramps. you wanted ellie but you didnât want to stop her from getting money so you decide not to call her.
this resulted in ellie being a little worried that you hadnât even texted but tried to think maybe you had just fallen asleep? she texts you just in case to check to see if you were holding up okay.
ellie wellie𼰠hey baby are you holding up okay?
baby đŤśđ hi iâm okay
ellie wellie 𼰠are you sure?
baby đŤśđ mhm :]
ellie knew you better than that so she slipped outside really quick to call you. ring ringâŚ
âhi baby.â
âhiâŚâ you said sadly and then sniffled.
âawee baby whatâs wrong? whatâs got my sweet girl crying?â
âitâs nothing promise iâm okay.â
âbaby it doesnât sound like nothing.â
âit is nothing i promise.â you replied trying to stifle yourself from letting out another sob.
âmy love please just tell me should i leave? cause iâll leave honey iâll leave and take care of you.â she assured you as she was already texting dina to close up shop and that sheâs ready to go.
âno no cause partyâs make the best money i donât want to stop that.â you could hold it in any longer and let out a small sob after.
âokay pretty girl iâm coming i made enough money iâll be back home in 10 minutes. i love you sooo much.â you tried to protest but gave up and say i love you back. ellie hung up and headed back inside to grab her stuff and head out.
âis something wrong? you usually never stop selling this early?â dina yelled over the loud music as ellie finished up packing her stuff.
âthe girlfriend needs me! i have to go.â
âoh no what happened?â
âsheâs on her period!â
there was a small silence between them before dina responded.
âyou are so fuckin whipped.â ellie looked over at her a little puzzled and scoffed.
âi am not whipped!â
âyes you are idiot!â they both made it out to the front and headed to ellieâs car.
âno i am not !â
âokay whatever you say you simp..â
âoh fuck off.â ellie responded and dina let out a laugh. they drove all the way back to campus which wasnât too far. you all lived in the same dorm building so they both walked back together but ellie still liked to make sure she got back safe since you guys were on separate floors. she always asked dina to text her once she gets into her dorm.
ellie unlocked the door and was greeted with darkness.
âbaby?â she called out but didnât seem to get a response. she walked into your shared bedroom and saw you curled up into a ball sleeping away. she awed quietly. you just looked so cute she had to take a picture. she even has a whole album of sleeping pictures sheâs taken of you.
ellie took off her shoes, pants and sweater off which left her in just some boxers and a tank top. she sets her keys down and goes over to you. she scoots you over a little not too much to wake you up. you grumble and turn over to face ellie. she frowns at your dried up tear stained cheeks.
she pulls a piece of your hair back and holds your face rubbing her thumb across your cheek. you look so breathtakingly beautiful even if you look so sad.
âels?â you groggily ask feeling her sudden presence.
âiâm right here my sweet girl.â you slightly open your eyes, slightly feels like thereâs weights on your eyes from crying and still being sleepy. ellie leans in and gives you a small kiss on the lips. and you let out a small smile.
âthereâs my smiley baby.â you giggled and hid your face in her shoulder.
âstop it.â you said muffled and she pulled you away to look at you.
âabsolutely not i will never stop.â you playfully rolled your eyes and laid your head to look at her.
âyou look so beautiful baby.â your face gets hot and red.
âthank you.â she smiles at you and starts to play with your hair. your eyes instantly feel heavier and you have the urge to go back to sleep.
âhow was the party?â
âit was fine had a good time with dina and made some good money.â she smiled at you seeing how tired you look. itâs so fucking cute.
âthatâs nice im glad my love.â
âyeah i was thinking we could go somewhere for dinner tomorrow? like your favorite placeâŚand get nails doneâŚ.and some shoppingâŚ.and then come home with candy and snacks and watch your favorite moviesâŚâ your head popped up and you sat up quickly.
âreally?!?â
âyes of course baby you deserve it.â
âYAY OH MY GOSH!!â you crashed into her and gave her kisses all over her face and stopped at her lips.
âi love you so much els.â
âi love you more my darling girl.â you stared at each other for a little longer and not a second later you both crashed into each other and were making out a little. you both pulled away and just smiled at each other just so in love with one another.
âso are you feeling better now?â
âof course i am silly iâm with you!â
âi love you so much my sweet baby donât ever forget it i would do anything and everything for you.â
âyouâre so whipped els.â
âWHY DOES EVERYONE KEEP SAYING THAT!â
#joel and ellie#ellie the last of us#ellie tlou#ellie williams#the last of us#ellie williams fic#ellie x reader#ellie x y/n#tlou fic
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tw: drug use (weed), high sex, unprotected sex, 5some, oral sex (male rec), handjob, frat!AU, sub!fem!reader, someone is possessiveđ
imagine getting high with your best friends/frat boys in their dorms, everyone smoking their own blunt, the smoke filling the room.
everyone, except wonwoo who's the only one who seems to actually hate smoking weed, but loves hanging out with his frat mates and you. especially you.
it's probably the weed talking, but to say you've pictured yourself fucking the men in front of you would be a total understatement. and the worst part? they've been harboring the same feelings as well.
mingyu is the bolder one, trying to shift the topic towards that way ("god I'd soooo fuck a girl who listens to chase atlantic"), making the rest of the guys chuckle, mocking him about how he'd fuck any girl he talks to - which isn't a complete lie.
"Oh, I love Chase Atlantic!", you chirp when you hear the name of your fave band. "Wait, seriously?", Seungcheol raises an eyebrow while snuffing out his blunt. "Yeah, I've seen her playlist", Vernon chimes in, puffing out some smoke, "I've listened to her playlist - she got some real good songs in there", he smirks and sends a playful wink towards you, making you giggle.
"You may have listened to her playlist, but you haven't fucked to it, so....", Wonwoo's deep voice cuts through the conversation, his confession making everyone fall silent.
A string of "what the fuck?" and "what's going on?" are heard from the other three men, but your expression has turned impish, almost hungry.
"Guys, it was just one time", you laugh, "But a memorable one", Wonwoo retorts, "Well duh", you respond, snuffing out your own blunt in the process.
"Wow, talk about pretentious, acting like a gamer nerd who doesn't smoke and barely drinks but you're sneaking behind us to hook up", Mingyu laughs in his high stupor, "You're bold, I'll give you that, Wonwoo", Seungcheol scoffs, making the man with the round glasses smirk even more.
"Gentlemen, you could always try it now, no need to be so jealous", you moan on purpose, "Besides, y'all are too hot to not be fucked at the same time", you spread your legs in front of the men, their mouths gaping wide at the sight of your flimsy shorts and bare legs.
"Fuck it, I'm in", is what they all say.
It's not long before your clothes are gone, thrown somewhere in the room, along with their clothes, lewd, wet noises echoing in the four walls.
You're on your knees, your hands stroking Vernon and Mingyu respectively, Seungcheol's cock fucking your mouth, his hand buried in your hair to keep your head in place.
"Fuck, even her hand feels so good", Mingyu moans, his own hand clasping over yours to jerk him off faster. "Should try her mouth", Seungcheol groans, "So wet and warm, god, that tongue is insane", he bucks his hips forward when you run your tongue on the underside of his thick shaft, making you moan in return.
"Bet her pussy is fucking heaven", Vernon curses out, "If only someone wasn't a possessive asshole".
Wonwoo merely chuckles, his cock ramming your insides right underneath you, your knees touching the floor, on each side of his hips. "Consider yourselves lucky for getting the chance to cum by her", his expression turns stern, hands gripping your waist tight enough to make it bruise.
"Because there won't be a next time".
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A-Z NSFW Alphabet
Elijah Mikaelson
A = Aftercare (What theyâre like after sex)
â˘Elijah enjoys aftercare, he loves taking care of you and cleaning you up, he is a huge snuggler
B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)
â˘His favorite body part of his is his thighs, he loves how much you enjoy riding them, it's his favorite way to take you apart, loving how needy and desperate you get
â˘His favorite part of you is your ass, Elijah is definitely an ass man, fucking you from behind being his favorite position and loving to squeeze your butt while he bounces you on his cock
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically... I'm a disgusting person)
â˘His favorite place to cum is in you, if not inside of you however then it has to be across your ass. It's already his favorite part of you and seeing it covered in his cum is something he will never tire of
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
â˘Elijah loves impact play. He loves spanking you and you will often be a little extra bratty so that he can. He's not a fan of paddles or anything else, exclusively his hands
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)
â˘Elijah is over 1000 years old and in his human years didn't have trouble finding women who he could have some fun with, even in that time period, he is quite experienced which makes you self conscious sometimes but he is quick to reassure you
F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)
â˘Absolutely doggy style. He loves being able to see and squeeze your ass while he fucks you, otherwise you riding him makes him almost as happy
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
â˘He has his moments but he's not a very humorous person when it comes to sex
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
â˘He doesn't really groom himself but he's also not very hairy to begin with
â˘He started shaving his face a bit less often for you when he realized the stubble that appears on his chin and cheeks turns you on something fierce, especially when he eats you out
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect...)
â˘Elijah is actually quite romantic
â˘He's always taking you to fancy dinners and getting you jewelry that you insist you don't need but he knows you secretly love
â˘Before every date when you were still in your early days of courting he always brought you flowers, often roses but sometimes he would pick a pretty bouquet of different flowers. He still surprises you with flowers randomly just to see his favorite girl smile and blush
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
â˘He will usually Jack off early in the morning, usually in the shower, knowing you're not a huge fan of sex first thing in the morning, it's the only time he doesn't mind it, otherwise he doesn't see the point of jacking off when he has his best girl to take care of him just as he doesn't want you to have to take care of yourself
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
â˘Elijah has an insane praise kink, it took you a while to learn about it, stumbling upon it 5 or 6 months into your relationship when upon your first orgasm you moaned about how good he was to you and he finished quite abruptly, you've been using it to your advantage ever since
â˘He also has a slight blood kink, enjoying biting you not to feed from you, but to watch your blood bead up on your chest and drip down your beautiful perfect skin. He's more than happy to clean and heal you afterwards
L = Location (Favorite places to do the deed)
â˘He's not much for doing it anywhere but your bedroom, however when no one is home he will pin you down to any and all flat surfaces (including Klaus' bed and art table quite a few times)
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
â˘Elijah isn't really one to get turned on by everything, unlike his hybrid brother who could be turned on by his mate sneezing, but you snuggling into him is often something that gets him going, knowing you feel safe with him, wrapping around him like a weed and rubbing up against him never fails to make him rock hard
N = NO (Something they wouldn't do, turn offs)
â˘Elijah will not even entertain the idea of sharing you with anyone. Any male dumb enough to tempt his fate by flirting with you will quickly find that it's his last mistake. Even if you dream of a threesome, it will not happen. Elijah is greedy with you, he doesn't even like you hugging his brothers, your attention shouldn't be on any other male. Elijah Does Not Share.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
â˘BOTH
â˘Any man would be a liar if he said he doesn't like getting head, he loves it, loves your perfect lips wrapped around him and your little tongue lapping at the precum that drips from his cock
â˘Giving however. He Loves Eating You Out!
â˘He's nearly rabid for it. He will happily eat you for hours, making you cum on his tongue again and again until you're a sobbing mess
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
â˘Elijah's pace varies however he simply adores taking you apart slowly, on his fingers, tongue, cock, it doesn't matter, he just loves watching the build up of your orgasm before you go cross eyed and cum for him
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
â˘He's always happy to have a quickie, usually it's the only time that he will fuck you outside of the bedroom, pinning you against a wall or the side of a building, his favorites seemingly being the alley beside the Mystic Grille, the back corner of your favorite bookstore or the island in his kitchen
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
â˘Elijah isn't big on taking risks when it comes to you. He far more possessive than people would think and apart from the quickies in places he knows, he won't risk anyone seeing his mate in a delicate position, not even his family. He's willing to try just about anything for you but nothing that will risk you being exposed to Anyone but his eyes
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last...)
â˘He can go for hours, sometimes continuing after you've passed out (with your permission of course)
â˘You've woken up to him still going before, you needed a serious shower with how much cum you were covered in that night
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
â˘He's fairly open to anything that you want to try and he quite enjoys your favorite vibrator to help him when he wants to overstimulate you. His record with it is 12 orgasms before he took pity on you
U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)
â˘He's not a huge tease unless you've really pissed him off but if he's going to do anything, he often enjoys overstimulating you making you cum again and again until you either pass out or cry
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
â˘Elijah is not overly loud however he Loves it when you are and he often insists on it. Demanding to hear every little sound you have to make for him
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
â˘Elijah doesn't seem like it to people but he actually loves lazy days with his mate. You will be the only one to ever see your impeccably dressed Original in a band t-shirt you bought him at a concert and a pair of sweats (which he is Absolutely Not allowed to wear around others as they show everything that belongs to you)
â˘He is quite a bit more adventurous with music than most would believe, he likes a bit of everything and will happily go to your favorite concerts with you
X = X-Ray (Let's see what's going on in those pants, picture or words)
â˘He's not as thick as his hybrid brother but he makes up for that in length
â˘He is just under 9 inches which terrified you at first however the man knows exactly how to use it
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
â˘Very High! He doesn't always seem like it to people, he's so prim and proper around people and it truly shocked you when you first started fucking but the eldest Original is insatiable
â˘He will fuck you just about anywhere if he feels the need however usually he will wait until you're home and he can take his time, taking you apart for hours
Z = ZZZ (... how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
â˘Elijah will usually clean you up and tuck the both of you in before falling asleep, which will typically leave you with a clingy Original vampire with his head in your neck and his arms wrapped around your waist
Someone asked for an Elijah version of this and I'm always happy to provide Elijah fics. Message me if there's any other characters you want to see one of these A-Z's for
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Pairing: Neteyam Sully x female!curvy!human reader
CW: fluff, angst, heated make out session, bad words, mentions of breeding kink, pregnancy kink, mentions of sex itself, mentions of pregnancy symptoms such as urinating a lot (maybe you shouldn't read it if it bothers you)
Not proofread, guys, sorry. My new kitten has kept me awake almost all night 𤥠but she's already the love of my life anyway. Thank you for all the comments and support! You guys really make my day
When a word appears in italic, it's the meaning of a na'vi word said previously.
Chapter 7
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Chapter 6
"Hey, skxawng." Said Kiri, when she saw you inside your home, putting some things that were messy in place. Neteyam had left to prepare for dinner time with the rest of the people and after he was gone you only slept like 15 minutes because after that you were being awakened all the time from your sleep to pee until you finally gave up and started to clean some mess in your house. Just pregnant things. "Feel like telling me how the fuck you let my brother knock you up?" the blue Omatikaya girl closed her eyes, put her tongue out her mouth and pronounced a big "ughhh"
You smiled wide and screamed "Hey, bestieeee! I missed you so much. It's been a while. Everything just started to get so chaotic lately and I didn't have a chance to talk to you."
Kiri sat on the ground next to you.
"Yeah, of course. It's a chaos that you mated with my older brother and did not tell me first! Worse than that: you guys are expecting a baby!!! Ma Eywa, what the...?!" She couldn't believe this madness
You started laughing at Kiri's disbelief. The na'vi young female was treating this situation like it was the craziest thing possible but it actually wasn't. But you got what she meant, you knew it was weird to imagine your best friend being your brother's mate. And you were pregnant with Neteyam's child. You knew she must get so freaking weirded out imagining you two... you know what. "Poor Kiri" you thought, finding the whole thing way too amusing
"I'm sorry I never told you about me liking Neteyam. I was just scared he would hear you telling it to someone we both trust, like Spider, for example, and I was insecure about him not thinking of me as attractive and getting the ick knowing that I liked him, because, you know, I'm no na'vi." You looked a little sad saying those last words
"(y/n), I'd never tell anyone, even Spider. You hurt me if you think I would." Kiri protested, a little sadness in her beautiful eyes
"I'm sorry, Kiri syulang." (flower) You used to call her that because of how much she loves Pandora's plants "I didn't mean to hurt you. Come here." You said, opening your arms, asking for a hug
Kiri went to hug you and said "I'm the one who should be sorry. I'm here whining instead of saying that I'm surprised but I'm so, so happy my bestie is pregnant."
A smile took over your lips
"Thank you." You broke the hug and looked at her "Do you know what Neytiri and Jake think about it? Are they okay with it?" Your heart felt tight inside your chest
"They are. They are actually really happy" Kiri was smiling
"Thank you, Great Mother!" You breathed in relief
Your best friend loved how much you loved and was connected to Eywa, even being human. She had so much affection for Spider but she knew he didn't feel the same way. So you ended up being her best friend because she could relate more to you. Being insanely connected to Eywa was a big part of who Kiri was.
Kiri waited for you to get ready and the two of you headed together to the part of the land where the people would sit side by side to eat every eclipse.
Your belly was still not showing so nobody could notice anything different and you were so greatful for that. You didn't like being the center of attention, especially because you had always felt like a freak. You were a human girl among the na'vi. Even if there were other humans living in Pandora too, there weren't many of them and most of them prefered to keep a respectful distance from the Omatikaya and stick to themselves, sometimes even eating all meals inside the lab. You were always different. Like Spider, you'd rather be transferred to a na'vi body forever, if you could.
Kiri and you sat at the green grass and started talking about trivial things, both glad to catch up. But soon everyone's attention was called to the Olo'eyktan, Jake Sully, who stood in front of everyone, in a higher place than the other people, so he could be more easily seen and heard.
"My son Neteyam, the Olo'eyktan in training, has something really important to tell you all." He said, loud enough to echo around that place
"Oh, no." You thought "Please, don't let it be what I think it is"
Neteyam was standing next to his mother, the TsahĂŹk, but after his father spoke, he stepped further next to Jake and said:
"I have chosen a mate." So many whispers could be heard around that bonfire "I know I should have taken more time and should have courted her before mating and for that I apologize. I did not give off a good example as the Olo'eyktan in training." The Omatikaya boy had a stern expression in his beautiful face
"But Eywa blesses his choice either way and that's what matters." Neytiri started talking "Now, I'm going to formally introduce Neteyam's mate to all of you. Will you come over here, paskalin, please?"
You wanted to die. Just. Freaking. Die. Why, Eywa?! You had just said you didn't want any attention on you tonight. Your heart was beating louder than an army of na'vi hissing together.
You knew you had no option but to get over there. It was part of the na'vi ways. Law must be obeyed in Pandora to keep the balance. Eywa said so. And you just couldn't leave Neteyam alone up there, risking getting on Jake's bad side. Jake was a great person but Eywa, he could get really mad sometimes, specially with Lo'ak and Neteyam. Your mate carried so much weight in his shoulders already. You would be a terrible mate if you didn't go there, even in fear. And you loved Neteyam enough to swallow the lump in your throat and start walking towards the three Omatikaya, so, you did.
Some na'vi did not like the idea that the next Olo'eyktan was gonna have a human mate, and you couldn't blame them, when they saw you right next to Neteyam. But, thank Eywa, most Omatikaya accepted the fact with little to no bad expression in their faces. Most of them were surprised, of course, but it was a weird surprise, not a bad one. And you knew they couldn't do much. Jake and Neytiri were accepting you before the clan like Eytukan and Mo'at did with Jake, back when he was still on the RDA program. What were they gonna do? They knew their place but more importantly, they deeply respected and admired their Olo'eyktan and TsahĂŹk.
Just a few hours later you gave Neteyam a goodbye kiss, he hugged you tight whispering in your ear "Take care, my yawne. I wish I could sleep next to you tonight but it's too dangerous for you in your current state to go to the forest with me and sleep in a tree and you still live with your mom." He chuckled "Ao'ite would skin me alive if she had to be a third wheel for us tonight. Even knowing that I would never do anything other than give you a peck on the lips and hug you tight in front of her." You laughed a bit loud and he kissed your cheek and you both parted, each one heading to their own parents' home.
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A bit more than a week had passed and Neteyam had already built a home for the both of you and your child (with the help from Lo'ak and other two na'vi young man who were their friends). You were in awe of how beautiful and cozy it was when you first entered the space. Tonight, you were in Neteyam's arms, cuddling with him while he kissed you tenderly. The kiss started to heat up and when you realized Neteyam was holding tight onto your thigh and that made you whimper in his mouth.
"I know you like that. That's why I do it, my baby." He said right next to your lips
He kept kissing you, his tongue massaging yours and then he spoke:
"Are you happy that I impregnated you?" He had a dirty look in his face
"So happy, Teyam. I'm so happy my belly is finally getting big." You said, feeling things down there already
As you were carrying a na'vi baby in your womb and you were human, considerably smaller than the na'vi women, your belly was big enough to be a 5 months old pregnant bump on someone who would be carrying a human child.
Neteyam caressed your swollen but still kinda small belly and said:
"I know." His breath faltering, his fingers feeling the bump, making him have to control his deepest urges to fuck you "You're already getting me boners when I shouldn't be getting one. " You two laughed "You got me hiding from everyone in sight until I get where dad is waiting for me, when I leave in the morning for training, because the image of you smiling at me, all sleepy, telling me to take care and that you love me, with this cute, fucking sexy belly makes me wanna rip your clothes off, yawnetu."
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