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chrisevansonly · 6 months

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𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 | 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬

ʚ lando norris x female reader (best friends to lovers!!)

ʚ you’ve always been in the background, never experiencing the love everyone’s talking too, except you’ve been watching lando experience that feeling your yearning for…are you really meant to be alone? or have feelings been kept hidden for too long…?

ʚ a bit of angst, slight arguments, miscommunication but super fluffy and cute too (i hate angsty endings, you all know this already)

ʚ hehe the fic is finally here! thank you to everyone who voted and helped me choose someone to write this for! i hope this is okay! where it says ‘best friends found a new guy, imagine it saying girl’

ʚ word count 2k+

Moved put to a new city, June is dawning down on me, and all that I can find….

You’d moved to Monaco to pursue a sports journaling degree when you’d turned nineteen, leaving the hustle and bustle of London to come to the glitz and glamour that Monte Carlo held. The one thing that was nice is you’d been staying with your childhood best friend Lando ever since you moved to the city, more than happy to be back with a familiar face, not to mention being able to attend many events and grand prix’s to gain a more hands on experience with your degree.

“Okay, are you all settled in?” he’d asked coming to his guest room to check on you

“Yeah, just a few more things to unpack, thank you for letting me stay with you”

He smiled

“Of course, I love you, you know I do, wouldn’t want you to stay anywhere else!”

There is was, the constant three words that brought butterflies to your stomach whenever Lando said them to you. The two of you had always been affectionate with one another, but you couldn’t help but wish he meant it deeper than he did.

“I’ll let you finish and then we’ll go get some lunch?”

“Sounds good! I shouldn’t be long!”

Nodding he looked around once more before leaving you to your thoughts once again, what a lovesick teenage girl you were.

A sickly romance in the air, lovers stroll without a care in sight, oh this can’t be right…

If there was anything you adored more in life it was love, you’d always been a romantic at heart, but as you began to reach your twenties, never experiencing love romantically or ever really having your opportunity to be loved on that level, seeing the romance within the city streets had begun to bring a sudden dark cloud with it.

It wasn’t that you hated love, no far from, it was more a longing for that feeling of warmth and comfort that only a partner could bring, and wondering when it would finally be your time.

“Pipsqueak?”

Snapping yourself out of your daze, your eyes focused back on Lando who sat across from you at the café the two of you had been frequenting, his silly little nickname he had for you slipping out

“Hmm? Sorry I didn’t hear you”

“I was asking if you wanted to come to the grand prix this weekend, I’ll get it organized with my team if yes”

You were quick to smile, nodding your head

“Yes please, that would be great, I’ve got a paper to write so maybe I’ll find inspiration there!”

Lando nodded, the brit matching your smile, an unreadable emotion flashing across his eyes, but it was gone before you could figure it out

“Sounds good”

Cause the sun’s engaged to the sky, my best friends found a new guy, I’m only getting older, I’ve never had a shoulder to cry on, someone to call mine…

The paddock of the Hungarian grand prix was where you met Lando’s girlfriend for the first time, something you were not expecting to happen, and in all honesty, you’d wished you stayed home now.

“Perfect, you’re here, Ella this is Y/N my best friend, and of course Y/N, this is Ella my girlfriend”

You smiled holding your hand out to shake which she took gently

“Nice to meet you! I didn’t know you were coming, if I did I would have stayed home, I don’t mean to intrude”

Ella smiled sweetly

“Oh no, I don’t mind having a buddy to walk around with, Lando’s told me lot’s about you, you’ve been friends since you were kids?”

And there was the word that soured in your mouth, friends, yeah you and Lando had been friends for years, and yet for some reason you hated that word with a passion, you’ve never had before

“Yeah since we were kids!”

Elbowing Lando slightly he laughed, only when you joined him, it didn’t feel right and your smile didn’t reach your eyes.

Why did you come this weekend.

Everybody’s falling in love and I’m falling behind.

Now almost 4 years later you were twenty three and finally finished your degree, working at a small publishing firm in Monaco, only you’d long moved out of Lando’s apartment and settled into your own little studio. You often looked back on how the weekend ended all those four years ago, Ella was great, she and Lando seemed perfect for one another, but you hadn’t expected it to be a huge problem.

“Are you okay?” Lando asked, his hand touching your shoulder gently

“I’m fine, just super tired”

“I don’t believe you, I know you better.”

Taking a deep breath you continued to pack your things, getting ready for the flight home

“Where’s Ella, shouldn’t you be with her?” you chirped back, trying not to give away your bad mood

“She’s packing and I wanted to check on you, what’s going on pipsqueak?”

“Well I’m fine, and stop calling me that.”

Lando couldn’t get anything else in before you were snapping your suitcase shut and wheeling it out the hotel room door, confusion all he felt watching you walk away, he was determined to find out what was wrong.

Touched the ocean, fell right in, stepped outside and burned my skin, my life won’t go my way..

You had been falling for Lando ever since you were teenagers, his eyes trapped you into him, his words filling your heart with a warmth and love only he could provide, except he was never yours, and never would be. Life had a funny way of working you thought, it was almost too good to be true to imagine yourself and Lando getting together, despite the same idea from both of your parents.

The more you saw Lando and Ella on social media together, the more you pulled away, a constant discomfort in your chest as you watched her have what you yearned for, holding his hand the way you wished you could, kissing his lips like you dreamed you could.

She had everything and right now you had nothing.

Bossa nova in my room, hope that I’ll find someone too to love…because the sun’s engaged to the sky my best friends found a new guy, I’m only getting older, I’ve never had a shoulder to cry on, someone to call mine. Everybody’s falling in love and I’m falling behind.

There had never been an argument so huge between you and Lando before today, it had been weeks of you avoiding his texts, calls, and missing out on weekly friend dates that he had finally shown up at your apartment, anger in his eyes.

“I told you I’ve been busy Lando, can’t you accept that?”

“No! Because ever since Hungary four years ago you haven’t been yourself, ever since you met Ella something changed.”

You rolled your eyes at her name

“That’s such bullshit, I’ve just been doing my own thing and getting used to working, besides my degree was kicking my ass back then.”

Lando didn’t believe a single word you were saying, he could see it in your eyes you were lying

“Stop lying to me, we used to be close and now you’re a stranger, I don’t even know who you are anymore!” his patience wearing thin and you could tell by the way his hands were clenching

“Lando just leave!”

“Not until you tell me what’s wrong!”

“Go away!” you yelled back only causing the driver to yell louder

“TELL ME!”

“I LOVE YOU OKAY?! It’s too painful to be your friend, my chest constanly hurts, I see everyone else have you all to themselves, watch you love someone else, hold someone else and I’m in the background, wondering when it will be my turn-”

You paused taking a deep breath as your eyes began to well up with tears

“When it will be my turn to be loved, to love..to experience what it’s like to be happy with you, and I’ll never have that Lando, so just go!”

Lando remained frozen, nothing coming out of his mouth which was enough for you to go upstairs and close yourself off in your room, figuring he would let himself out of your apartment and go home. Minutes later after hearing the door slam, you let yourself break apart, not caring if your neighbours heard the sound of your sobs.

Losing Lando for good, seemed better than settling for anything else.

Everybody’s falling in love, everybody’s falling in love, oh..everybody’s falling in love but me…

Two months had passed since you’d had that argument, yet no matter what you did the ache never left, the hole remained where you once had him, only now it hurt more than before. What could be so wrong with someone that they’d never been given a chance at love, to feel that euphoric feeling lovers talked about. Truth be told it seemed like some sick joke to you, it wasn’t fair, even if you were being slightly dramatic, never having that kind of love began to affect someone as time went on. Leaving you feeling more insecure and even hesitant to imagine yourself with someone romantically, but let’s face it…you still weren’t over Lando in the slightest.

It wasn’t until Friday night rolled along that you were making your way to the door of your home, fervent knocking could be heard on your door

“I’m coming, I’m coming!��

When you twisted the knob opening the oak door, you froze seeing Lando on the otherside, his cheeks a rosy pink as if he’d sprinted over, his eyes filled once again with the same emotion you couldn’t read the day you’d moved in with him, all those four years ago

“Lan what are you doing-”

“I love you too.”

His words flew out frantically, his hands wringing together

“Funny joke, see you later.”

“NO! Please…I-I just please let me in baby…”

Curse your heart for speeding up at the pet name, something that felt so familiar yet foreign to you. Despite the logical side of your brain telling you to close the door, you found yourself letting him inside, closing it behind him.

“Why are you here…”

Lando didn’t waste any time as he took your hands, holding them softly in his

“I’m an idiot, and I only hope I’m not too late because I love you, so much and not in the way we used to say it as kids, god I love you with everything in me and all these years I’ve been so unfair to you, missing the signs, I should have known”

“What if it is too late?”

Hearing you speak up you watched his shoulders drop, maybe it was a bit mean to lie to him, but part of you wanted him to feel just a sliver of what you’ve been feeling for years

“Oh-um then just pretend I wasn’t here”

“Lando?”

You tightened your grip on his hands when he went to pull away

“Yeah?”

“It’s not to late..”

Nothing was said between the two of you after you said this, your eyes meeting as you watched a certain light come back to his, knowing he hadn’t totally lost you. In this moment he did the one logical thing he thought of, pulling you to him and leaning down to kiss you, his hands moving to hold your face, like he was afraid you’d turn into dust and slip away from him. When you pulled away he kept your face in his hands, a little smile on your face

“I love you Lan..”

He smiled leaning down to kiss you once more

“I love you too baby…always will”

As you moved to rest your head on his chest you couldn’t help but feel your entire world shift, had this been the feeling you’d been searching for all your life? The love and the warmth you’d been deprived of for so long? Nowhere would feel like home more than Lando would now that you were in his arms, this was home.

“Lan?”

He hummed hearing your voice mumbled into his sweater, realizing this was where he was meant to be his whole life, and now that he had you, he would never let go, because a life without you, would be a life he would never, ever want to live again.

“Yeah?”

A pause fell over the two of you before you hugged him just a bit tighter,

“Thank you for choosing me…”

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ladykailitha · 13 days

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Batshit Soulmates: Epilogue

Here it is. The end of an era. I struggled mightily with this one because I was so focused on canon that I forgot that I'm a writer and I can do what I want.

Once I got over myself the story just flowed so well it was done in two weeks.

But as I said last week, I'm a little mean to you in this. Spoiler under the cut.

In Medias Res| Prologue|Pt 1|Pt 2|Pt 3|Pt 4|Pt 5|Pt 6|Pt 7|Pt 8| Pt 9|

This ends the way season four does only with all the allies together not just some of them.

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Nancy, Robin, and Dustin all returned to Steve’s house to make sure Eddie was safe.

Steve told Eddie that his uncle knew he was alive and would get into contact soon.

Eddie nearly cried in relief. “Thank you, Stevie.”

Then a car pulled up at that exact moment. Then of all things a pizza truck. Steve pushed Eddie into a nearby bathroom and looked out the window.

Out of the pizza truck hopped out both Byers boys, Mike, and the driver, a long haired native boy in a Hawaiian shirt. Then Joyce, Murray, and a very much alive Hopper exited the car.

And Steve’s heart nearly burst. He quickly ushered them all inside. His street had a lot of empty houses since the earthquake, the rich having somewhere else to go, but he didn’t trust the ones that remained.

Everyone was hugging everyone else. Jonathan and Nancy, El and Hopper. Joyce and Will. Everyone was safe. Max and the Sinclairs weren’t there, but they were safe too.

Robin, Steve and Eddie on the sidelines feeling happy that they were all reunited at last.

The first thing everyone did was tell their stories. El started, then the Byers, then Joyce and Murray, Hopper next, Steve and Dustin, then Nancy and Robin.

There was just so much to do.

“He’s still alive,” El said, “I couldn’t kill him. He hurt Max and I couldn’t leave her. I couldn’t leave her and the bastard survived.”

Joyce scooped her up into her arms and rocked her back and forth, gently. “You did the right thing, sweetheart. Max is alive because of you.”

“We’re going to have to find a place to stash Hopper and El until this blows over,” Nancy said. “They can’t stay here, it’s already a risk with Eddie being here. But at least with him, Steve can claim truemate status.”

The heads of all the people who hadn’t been in Hawkins turned to Steve in shock.

“Eddie is your truemate?” Mike wailed. He sat down and put his head in his hands. “Of course he is. Fuck that makes too much sense.”

Steve could only agree, honestly.

Eddie put his arm around his waist and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I didn’t think so at first, but clearly the universe is smarter than we are.”

Dustin scoffed. “I think that could be said for most of the universe’s population, too.”

Both Eddie and Steve knocked off his hat together.

Robin cackled. “Hey, kids. If Steve’s the mom, then you all have a new step-dad!”

Joyce and Hopper chuckled but everyone else groaned.

Nancy tapped her foot irritated. “Can we get back on to the topic at hand, namely finding a place to put Hopper and El so the government doesn’t find them?”

“My cabin is in pretty shit shape,” Hopper admitted. “But I think if we all work together, we can make it livable again for me and Jane.”

Steve nodded. “That should work. No one found El when she was there before, so they should be safer there.”

“Just not everyone show up at once,” Joyce warned. “Too many people coming and going will alert others.”

Everyone agreed, but as they piled out of Steve’s house the sky lit up in red storm clouds. Ash fell upon Hawkins and ground trembled.

Everyone stopped on Steve’s lawn looking up at the sky, knowing Vecna had finally made his move.

The Upside Down was bleeding into the top world.

The war had begun.

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I want to thank everyone for coming long with me on this ride. It's been fun!

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strniohoeee · 3 months

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I need and angry love confession from Matt to Reader !! super angst but ends in fluff

I can’t

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: You moved on and now you’re soon to be engaged, but Matt knows this isn’t right. Desperate to get you to change your mind he races over to you. But will he get there in time?

Warning⚠️: NONE, I lovedddd writing this ughhh😩😩got me all in my feels and shit😔

Song for the imagine: Chasing Cars- Snow Patrol

I don’t quite know

How to say

How I feel

Those three words

Are said too much

They’re not enough

I’m not sure how to explain it and I’m not sure that I’d ever be able to. I never planned to see myself with anyone else other than Matt, but here I was sitting in my makeup room with a dazzling diamond promise ring sitting on my ring finger.

It felt right? I mean I wasn’t sure how to feel actually. A million questions ran through my head and they all tied to Matt for some reason.

I left Matt a little over a year ago after being with him for two years. I felt like I treated him wrong, I felt like I held him back from what he wanted…..

Flashback

“What are you saying?” Matt asked me as he stood up from the couch

“ I’m breaking up with you Matt” I replied looking at him

His face dropped and he swallowed thickly

“You’re what?” He replied blinking fastly

“I’m holding you back Matt and I haven’t been the best girlfriend. I can not live with myself knowing that there’s someone out there better for you” I replied swallowing back a sob

“I don’t want no one else, I want you. Why can’t you see that? You always tear down the perfect things around you.” He said rubbing his face with his hand

“I’m not happy because I’m not making you happy” I replied

“You don’t get to tell me how I feel. I love you and I love us and sure we have our problems, but I can’t imagine a life without you” he said slapping his hand down on his leg

“That’s the issue, all these problems are because of me. Matt you have to let me go” I said shaking my head

“I can’t! I can’t let you go” he replied rushing up to me and grabbing my hands

“This hurts me too, but I don’t think we’re for each other anymore” I said letting a few tears slip

“No….please don’t do this to me” he said in a whisper

“I love you, but I can’t keep holding you down. I’m sorry” I told him

“You’re not! Please just stay and relax and we can talk this out” he said looking into my eyes and gripping my hands firmer

“Matthew….no this is over” I replied sliding my hands from his and walking back

“Please don’t leave me” he pleaded with tears in his eyes

“I have to” I replied and with that I walked out

Flashback Over

For a while my thoughts were clouded with many doubts. Wondering if I made the wrong decision. But as soon as we broke up Matt and his brother's careers took off even more. Further proving it was me who needed to go.

But sitting here right now with this ring on my finger my brain told me that Matt and I were completely over. Nothing more than mere memory, a glimpse into a great time in my life, but it was over.

I loved my boyfriend more than words could explain and this ring finalized that it was him who I would spend the rest of my life with.

Him and I had posted our pre engagement on Instagram explaining that this was a small step in me eventually becoming his wife. It was a bittersweet moment because this was a new chapter in my life and I had to look forward. However for some reason I was constantly looking back….

Matt's POV

I laid in my bed journaling when my phone started to ring. I looked down and saw it Chris calling me

“Yo?” I said as I placed the phone to my ear

“Did you see it?” He asked me

“See what? Chris what the fuck are you talking about?” I asked furrowing my brows and shutting my book

“Y/N…” he said and paused

“Is she okay?” I asked suddenly sitting up

“Yeah she’s fine, but she’s pretty much engaged” Chris said in a whisper

“What?” I replied

My heart dropped to my stomach as my throat ran dry.

“Yeah they posted it on Instagram. I’m sorry bro” he said clearing his throat

I didn’t even reply, I just hung up on him. Opening instagram I searched up her page and I let out a small gasp and the picture…..reading the caption made my skin crawl

I grabbed my keys and rushed out the house. Running out to my car in the rain. My mind raced as I hit the gas. Doing 80 in the rain as my breathing became erratic and my fist tightened on the grip

Y/N pov

I walked out of my makeup room and walked out to my living room. Peering outside I saw that it was raining. My heart burst with excitement.

I decided to sit in my glass lanai and watch the rain hit the roof. Smiling at how happy I was becoming and how content I felt in life right now.

I stood by one of the windows writing my name in the fog that crackled along the glass. Suddenly I heard the door open and a creak of someone’s foot stepping down

“Hey babe” I replied before turning around

My heart dropped when a soaking wet, crying and shivering Matt stood in front of me.

“Matt?” I said blinking quickly

“Don’t do this” he said shaking

“Matt you’re wet and cold” I said walking up to him

“DON’T” he said sternly causing me to look up at him and stepping back

“How did you even get in here” I said sternly

“Your hiding spot for the key hasn’t changed” he said bluntly

“Why are you here?” I said scoffing

“So that’s it? You’re just going to marry him” he replied

“You’re talking crazy Matt what’s going on” I said getting concerned

“I waited…. I waited for you praying you’d come back. Having to go through days of being so unhappy and angry, and for what? For you to spend all this time and energy on someone new and get married? What was I? What was I huh?” He said choking out a sob as his voice cracked

“I loved you and I had the best time with you, but it wasn’t going to work and with Y/BF/N it worked” I said swallowing thickly

“You gave up! You gave up on us… that could’ve been us but you chose to run” he said breathing heavily

“I didn’t give up, I did it for you! Can’t you see that?” I said pleading

“I can’t” he said

“Let’s go inside you’re shivering” I replied pointing to the door

“NO” he replied choking out another sob

“Matt, what do you want me to do?” I said getting teary eyed

“I want you to be honest with yourself” he replied

“I don’t understand what you’re getting at” I replied throwing my hands up

“Goddamnit Y/N! I love you! I have loved you. I let you into my life in a way I never did with anyone else. I loved you to the point of distraction, and you dropped me like I was nothing. I can not pretend that didn’t happen” he said loudly

“You love me?” I replied shocked by this

“Hasn’t it always been obvious? I begged you not to leave me and you did. And now you’re basically engaged to this guy, so like I said be honest with yourself” he said pointing at me

“Honest about what?” I replied raising my voice

“Your feelings” he said bluntly

“My feelings? The fact that I’m in love with my new boyfriend and we’re going to get married eventually?” I replied talking with my hands

“That’s bullshit” he said bluntly

“No it’s not matt” I replied back

“Yes it is” he said pushing back

“No it isn’t” I said sternly

“Just admit” he said pushing even harder now

“ADMIT WHAT?” I yelled at him throwing my hands up

“You know what…it’s creeping in the back of your mind consuming all your thoughts” he said breathing through his nose heavily

“I can’t” I said shaking my head

“You can’t or you won’t” he replied

“Jesus Matt! What do you want me to admit? Admit that I’m madly in love with you? Admit that the thought of marrying my boyfriend scares me. Scares me because it’s supposed to be you. Is that what you want to hear” I said yelling

“Was it that hard” he replied

“What have you done” I said looking at him wide eyed

“This wasn’t me….this was you” he replied

I stomped over to him pushing him back repeatedly

“Who do you think you are? Huh? You think you can just come back into my life and push all these things on me. How could you Matt” I said smacking at his chest in anger

“Stop it! STOP IT” he said grabbing my arms firmly

“LET ME GO” I yelled pulling against him but he was much stronger than me

Pulling against him as we were both breathing heavily. I stopped and stared at him letting air come out my nose as my chest rose and fell rapidly.

“Why?” I whispered tears brimming in my eyes

“WHY HUH? WHY?” I yelled against him pulling at my arms

Yet he didn’t say anything. Instead he let me freak out, watching me intently as his eyes were glazed over with tears threatening to spill out.

“Stop fighting it” he said in a whisper

“This wasn’t how it was supposed to go! I was supposed to forget about you. I was supposed to move on. You were supposed to move on” I said slowing my breathing down

“I never wanted to move on, and I never will” he replied back

“I have always loved you from the moment I bumped into you on that street to the day you walked out of my life. I prayed day in and day out you’d come back and you didn’t” he said letting go of my arms

“Matt I can’t do this, not to you, not to me and especially not to Y/BF/N” I replied wiping my eyes

“So then don’t marry him” he said pleading with me

“Matt I can’t do that” I replied shaking my head

“He’s not meant for you and I’d like to believe….I’d have to believe that if you knew that…. I mean really really knew that deep in your heart. You wouldn’t be getting ready to marry someone unless that someone….unless that someone was me” he said swallowing thickly and letting a few tears fall

I stared at him shocked before opening my mouth to speak

“Matt I’m not going to lie to you, yeah I have felt things since breaking up with you that I didn’t know or think I knew I could feel, but I have realized you can’t just turn back the hands of time” I replied running my hands through my hair

“Why not?” He said in a whisper

“Because I moved on….you were supposed to move on. We’ve gone down different paths. We made choices and I….I chose Y/BF/N” I said wiping my eyes

Matt licked his lips and jutted his pointed tongue to the inside of his mouth. Letting a choked sob fall from his mouth.

“Can’t you see? Even after letting you go and trying to do what’s best for you, I still am somehow hurting you. Please don’t cry” I said pacing a bit

“I’ll be fine… I promise” he said rolling his eyes letting the tears go back

“I love you Matt” I said walking up to him and grabbing his shoulders

“No you don’t, if you did you’d be with me” he said scoffing and shrugging my hands off

“It doesn’t work that way” I said shaking my head

“Doesn’t work that way? I just professed my love to you as you did the same, but still you’re going to marry someone else?” He replied getting upset again

“That’s not fair” I said blinking at him

“Whatever…I’ve wasted my time clearly” he said throwing his hands up

He began to walk back into my house. I trailed close behind him calling out his name.

“Matthew please” I said running a bit faster

I got in front of him, grabbing his upper arms and stopping him. Looking into his eyes searching for something. Searching for an answer to this complicated puzzle.

My breathing became rapid as I searched for the words to say. Matt got clearly impatient as his jaw was clenched and his glare was intense. My eyes darted from one eye to the other.

I let go of him blinking and swallowing thickly before opening my mouth.

“Matt I love you a lot, and that never went away. I never wanted to hurt you, but rather I wanted you to get stronger. I was holding you down and that you can not deny. I have realized that the way I went about it was wrong and I hurt you, but I also hurt myself. I truly wanted to heal myself and not look back, but everyday all I could think about was you. Yes Y/BF/N is amazing and a great guy but I just…..I just…..” my words began to scramble because I wasn’t sure how to say this next statement

“But you don’t love him” he said in a whisper

My eyes slowly lifted from the floor to meet his once again, nodding at his answer

“I don’t love him” I said swallowing thickly

“If I’m reading into this wrong then I’m sorry” he said and before I could react he suddenly lunged toward me

Smashing his lips into mine, his right hand finding its spot on my left cheek. His thumb gently rubbed the warm skin as our lips locked.

My mind was fuzzy with what was going on, but all I knew was that this felt so right. Like the stars aligning perfectly. What I was so unsure of with my current boyfriend I was 100% sure of with Matt.

When he pulled away we locked eyes, catching our breath as we smiled gently

“I’m so sorry for leaving you” I said in a whisper

“Just promise to never do it again” he said

“I promise” I said smiling at him

Matt grabbed the back of my head, pulling me into a hug before placing a kiss to my forehead.

Breaking things off with Y/BF/N wasn’t easy. I truly had some love for him, but not in the way I did for Matt. Matt was my soulmate and I was so dumb to turn a blind eye to it.

I made him understand that this wasn’t because of him, but because I wasn’t ever truly sure that we were meant for each other. And that the promise ring made it all a bit too real. In the sense that I could not see myself with him forever.

Matt and I took things slow, we reestablished a connection starting off as friends first was what we wanted. We didn’t want to see each other hurt ever again.

I can’t live with the idea of ever hurting him again… I just…

I can’t.

The End

I hope yall loved this one, it was giving very early 2000s love confession in the rain. I’m here for itttt, but we’re almost at 1,800 followers OH YEAHHH i love yall🥹🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

#sturniolo triplets #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo triplets imagines #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo imagines #matthew sturniolo imagines

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shuniverse · 1 year

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rough patch ,,| l.f

🖋️ requested by anon!! this is such a cute idea I love it sm 🥺

1.1k words

💌 gn!reader, hurt/comfort, sad lixie 😭

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he’d texted you that night, just wanting to talk to you, be able to communicate.

then he called, and you could hear the faint sniffle in his voice as he sent his usual hello. it sounded sadder, more quiet than normal.

after a quite small amount of prying, just a simple ‘what’s wrong, lixie?’, he just started crying. it broke your heart as he poured out what he was feeling, the shuddering sobs wracking your own chest with a pang of sadness.

he’d confessed he didn’t feel confident in how he was performing, and no matter how hard he tried it couldn’t come out like he wanted.

of course, from your perspective, this was far, far from the truth. felix was, and is, and impeccable dancer, rapper, and singer, all on top of his stage presence, and that deep, velvety voice you adore oh so much.

you sighed softly when he’d finished, the teary call leaving a bit of a cloud over head. you told him you’d buy a ticket, leave within the next day or two.

he’d told you you didn’t need to, that he’d be okay, but you insisted. nothing hurts more than the literal sun himself seeming so clouded and sad.

so, with sweet ‘I love you’s’, you promised you’d be in Sydney to see him soon.

now, you’re on your way to him in a rented car, playing the playlist you and him created together. you’ve missed him so so much, and knowing of his struggles wasn’t helping anything.

as soon as you came to the hotel, you’re practically leaping and bounding out of your car, grabbing your luggage and the little cat plushie you’d bought for him, and dashing inside the hotel and up the stairs to his room.

you’re jet-lagged of course, but that doesn’t stop you. you knock softly on his door.

felix recognizes that knock anywhere, and he’s swinging the door open with enough force you’re worried he’ll break the poor thing.

as soon as he sees you, and your pretty smile and luggage and that cat plushie, his eyes well up with tears and he pulls you inside, closing the door, and hugging you tight.

he lets out a shaky sigh, before crying softly into your neck and shoulder, placing lazy kisses on the exposed skin from your tank top.

he moves his head to look at you with a lovesick smile and red, puffy, and wet eyes. you pout a bit, holding his face, brushing your thumb over his freckle-dusted cheeks.

his voice is rough and of a lower octave when he speaks finally. “I.. I’ve missed you, so much.”

you smile and kiss his nose. “I’ve missed you too, my dear lixie.”

he rubs little circles on to your hip with his thumb, and you just happily gaze into his beautiful coco brown eyes, which look so worn.

“my love,” he perks up to pay attention to your voice, ever the soother for him, “what’s got you so worked up?”

he gives a small frown, a cute one at that, and he sighs softly.

“shows have been enjoyable of course, but I’ve been feeling more stressed lately, more.. self conscious. I don’t feel good about what I’m doing and I can’t seem to get out of it. I try so so hard but.. nothing ever seems right. I just wish I knew why.”

it makes you sad to see him feel this way about himself, how he doubts his show-stopping talent. you want to help, and you’re set on doing so while you have him with you.

you kiss his jaw. “lixie, baby, it’s okay. I’m here now. my love, you’re and amazing performer. your vocals, dance, raps, and just raw talent are absolutely breathtaking. I wish I could help, is there any way I can? hell, I’ll even listen to you rehearse, I’ll watch, I’ll give my advice and many many many compliments. alsoo-“ you shut his eyes “- I got you a present, no peeking!”

he giggles, a big happy smile on his ethereal features.

you fish around your suitcase for the necklace you’d saved up to buy a couple days ago, and when you find it you smile, looking back at felix and holding it up. “open!”

he opens his eyes eagerly, but the cute smile on his face fades when he sees the necklace. not even two seconds later, tears are pricking at his waterline, and he pulls you in, sniffling. “oh, my love.. you’re the best..”

he softly cries, happily of course, and you rub his back, kissing his collarbone. “shh, shh, lixie baby it’s okay.. no need to cry..”

he pulls his head up and smiles at you, then looks at the necklace.

engraved in cursive spells the date of your anniversary, with two little hearts on either side. and on the back of the small gold pendant is engraved yours and felix’s initials.

he sighs shakily. “how.. how much was this?”

you smile. “not important, sunshine. let’s get some drinks and snacks, hm? we can watch a movie, relax, I’ll even give you a massage.”

he smiles, cupping your face and kissing you softly. “I would adore that my love, I’ve missed you so much..”

you’re wrapped in one another’s embrace, entertaining, massaging, talking, til night has covered the sky and felix’s eyes begin to droop.

you notice and kiss his forehead as he lays with his head atop your thighs. “let’s go to bed, sunshine.”

he smiles sleepily and nods, sitting up and walking with you to his bedroom. he strips off his big t-shirt, leaving him in only sweatpants, much to your enjoyment.

he smiles at you and sits on the edge of the bed as you strip a garment of clothing off, wanting to be just as comfortable as him. when you’re done, felix holds you and brings you to sit on his lap as he rests his chin on your shoulder.

you both sit in comfortable silence, til he’s pulling you with him so he’s all the way on the bed, his head resting on a soft pillow, his fluffy blonde hair splayed across it. you smile and snuggle up to him, on top of him, and you make your head comfortable in the crook of his neck as your limbs entangle and wrap around one another.

he leaves a peck on your forehead, his voice deep and beautiful as he speaks. “goodnight, pretty. I love you so so much.. sweet dreams..”

you smile. “night-night, sunshine..”

and you fall asleep like that, holding each other, and you want the moment to last forever.

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I hope you enjoyed! also sorry for my hiatus I’ve been busy and tired and stressed 😭

I’ll do my best to keep posting content for you guys :))

#skz imagines #skz fluff #lee felix #lee felix drabbles #felix imagines #felix x reader #felix fluff #hurt/comfort #sad felix #felix x reader fluff #lee felix x reader

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tojisun · 1 year

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pathetic simp toji!!

ღ where he’s awkwardly even though it’s palpable how he’s trying his best to appear nonchalant.

ღ he’d spoil you rotten but like he always doesn’t know what to buy you so there’ll be days when they’re clothes and jewelries, then other days when they’re cookies and bubble teas. the only thing that ties these gifts together is toji’s messy handwriting in small stationary papers that have flowers and butterflies designs which he got from a bookstore.

he asked one of the workers which were “good for sending notes to your significant other” and this worker, a shy little college boy who was too intimidated by toji’s hulking frame, paused, processing what big maybe-bad toji just said before excitedly ushering him to the stationary aisle.

excerpt from some of the notes: “missing you already”; “pretty things for my pretty one”; “♡”; “love you.”

ღ where toji doesn’t want the conversation to end so he just starts talking or asking you about random things. he talks with the outmost confidence, masking how jittery he feels, his heart stuttering every time you look at him because wow, you’re so fucking pretty.

notable things that toji mentioned so far: “so did you see the clouds today?”; “the water. yeah it’s iced.”; “kittens…thoughts?”

you indulge him with thorough replies anytime, and toji is absolutely enamoured.

ღ when toji drops you off at your place, he always stalls. he takes the long route, driving slow; and you know he keeps going just a bit under the speed limit, but you don’t mention it to him. just like you don’t mention to him that the hand he has on your thigh is warm, turning clammy, because he’s so endearing like this.

then when he walks you to your door, he still holds your hand even though the walk is made of few steps. and toji does that squeezing thing like he’s psyching himself up before letting your hand go for the night. and when he does, he pouts. he swears he doesn’t but he does.

so you go to your tippy-toes and kiss him on his lips. and toji melts — his shoulders sag, his back un-tensing. his palms cup your cheeks so softly, before he’s slotting his head to the side and deepening the kiss. there’s no tongue and no desperation, just toji putting all his love for you in that kiss.

and every time you pull away, breathless and dazed, toji looks just as wrecked. his face is creased in the kindest smile, his gaze utterly soft. when you finally turn to your door, he calls your name and asks, “tomorrow again?” because he loves the assurance that your tomorrow and the days that follow would all be spent with him.

“of course, toji,” you reply and watch as toji’s cheeks bloom the loveliest pink, going shy even in his intense happiness.

you two would be by your door, spending many minutes, bordering on an hour, just wishing each other the sweetest dreams and a kind night.

#suns.hc #toji being a dork in love >>>#toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro x you #jjk x reader #toji fushiguro fluff #toji fushiguro headcanons #toji fushiguro #jjk #suns

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raygirlramblings · 6 months

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Did what they did with Jade and Pey'j in Captain Laserhawk bother you, too?

SPOILERS AND RAGE BELOW

I AM SO ANGRY YOU HAVE NO IDEA

Beyond Good and Evil fans got SHAFTED BAD. THEY GOT DONE SO BAD AND IM LIVID.

All these muppets going ‘lol the Rayman fandom must be so upset about Laserhawk’ and NO.

NO WE ARE THRIVING WE ARE SO CRAZED AND STARVED AND WE ARE ON CLOUD NINE THAT OUR BOY GOT ALL THIS SCREENTIME

In the first trailer for Laserhawk Rayman was an EASTER EGG. We didn’t even know if he’d have a role with speaking lines until the second trailer. AND WE WERE OK WITH THAT! If baby bean was just a background element to expand the world we would have been happy for the crumbs. But no! Our boy got a full speaking role with a CHARACTER ARC IN A SIX EPISODE SHOW. He got BACKSTORY and RELEVANCE TO THE PLOT. And he DIDN’T GET KILLED OFF.

All that for a character we were expecting to get NOTHING from.

But JADE?!

PEY’J???

They were front and centre from the first trailer. They were established as being as central as Dolph and Bullfrog and WHAT DID IT GET THEM.

Jade gets taken out in ep 2 of 6, and Pey’j goes down the next episode.

At LEAST Pey’j went down being exactly what I expected him to be. A kind protector trying to make the world better. Trying to stop conflict. Trying not to take his pain and suffering from the loss of a girl he loved deeply out on an unfair world. He died a noble if pointless death and from Bullfrog’s expression alone we can see how much it hurt.

JADE GOT NOTHING. Jade died when we barely knew her. We needed more of her. We wanted to see her shine, see more of this wonderful awkward tomboy with a gentle heart. We needed to see how she interacted with others. She DESERVED BETTER. SHE DIDN'T EVEN GET ANY FINAL WORDS.

AND DON’T GET ME STARTED ON THE ‘I HAVE FEELINGS FOR YOU’ SCENE OR I WILL SNAP AND PUNCH SOMETHING. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

In a show where I watched my favourite childhood character swearing, wielding guns and doing sushi and blow off a hookers back THIS JADE AND PEY’J SCENE IS WHAT MADE ME CRINGE.

I am willing to forgive so much from this show. So much of it was a wonderful, ridiculous, beautifully animated rollercoaster.

But implying any kind of romantic sentiment between these two characters only to kill one of them off in the same episode was so damn weird. It was wrong on so many levels. There was NOTHING WRONG with their older mentor/young ward relationship. It could have been great. I don’t understand why they did this. It didn’t add pressure or gravitas to the situation, we KNOW Pey’j would do anything for Jade, HE DOESN’T HAVE TO HAVE A CRUSH ON HER FOR THAT TO BE REAL.

And seeing Jade and Pey’j in Dolph’s VR dream sequence just felt so hollow. We needed at least an episode to establish any kind of team energy from these four, but we didn’t so seeing Jade give Dolph a pep talk about relaxing more came off as flakey and not good enough for a character who deserved better. They didn’t even establish what Jade and Pey’j were supposed to bring to the team. Pey’j is just ‘the tech guy’ in the same episode he dies. Jade has to play a femme fatale against her type but we don’t even get to see her being her best. To quote Rayman ‘IT’S NOT FAIR’.

Oh boy.

I feel a little better getting that anger out. I’m just sad. I’m sad we lost them. They deserved better.

#captain laserhawk #Raygirl’s ramblings #long post #rant

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rookthorne · 1 year

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𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 | 𝐉.𝐁.𝐁

Pairing ➷ Baker!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader Word Count ➷ 965 Warnings ➷ Fluff, pet names Author's Note ➷ My third and final submission for @the-slumberparty's week 2 creator challenge - and it is also my late contribution to Valentine's Day... so happy Valentine's Day to y'all!

Slumberparty Masterlist

𝑪𝑶𝑶𝑲𝑰𝑬 𝑻𝑰𝑵 : ̗̀➛ a sweet biscuit having a fairly soft, chewy texture and typically containing pieces of chocolate or fruit.

There were very few plans you had come up in your life with that rivalled the sheer brilliance of what you decided to do - ‘twas the belated day for it, anyway.

Time had slipped through your fingers, so much so you hadn’t realised Valentines Day had already passed by with not even as little as a notice, nor a message. It was the curse of working so hard; late nights, early mornings, so on and so forth.

Your morning commute didn’t differ in its crowds - people bustling back and forth, rushing to get to their 9 to 5 jobs, or rushing to get to class on time. Though, you did not mind, your thoughts were too occupied on whether you truly were going to pull off such a brazen idea.

It wasn’t reckless per se, but it was out of your norm. A bakery on your usual route to work had signs out, declaring their cookies and treats to be the best in Brooklyn. You didn’t disagree whatsoever, but it wasn’t thoughts of the baked goods that your mind was clouded with, no–it was the baker that occupied the counter. His smile was beautiful, bright enough to light up even the dreariest days, and you couldn’t help but be pulled under the swell of his ocean blue eyes.

Subconsciously, or instinctually, you found yourself before the very doors to that bakery with no recollection how you had got there, though you weren’t sour for the thought. You could see him talking with customers, bagging up fresh loaves of bread and slices of cakes with that same damn smile that enchanted you.

The door opened with a whoosh and a tinkling of the bell, and you were inside.

“Have a nice day, ma’am,” he said, his voice smooth. The woman smiled and waved, leaving the bakery with bags and bags of sweet treats.

Another customer stepped forward to be served and you browsed the selection, a little overwhelmed; chocolate this and chocolate that, strawberry this and strawberry that, it was a wonder there were so many ways to use the same flavour in entirely new ways. You were no connoisseur, but you knew baking was an art.

“Hey,” he called. “Whatcha after today?”

You turned and smiled brightly, trying to will your heart to slow the tattoo it beat against your ribs. “I’m not sure actually,” you offered, sheepish. “I lost track of time and…” A better idea struck you. “I didn’t have time to get a gift before Valentine's Day, so I have to make up for that.”

The man laughed and rounded the counter. “Alright, now that is something I can help with. My name is Bucky, by the way.” You offered yours, and Bucky smiled. “What does your partner like?”

“I want to surprise them, see, they don’t have a favourite–I just know that they love your sweets.” It was a wonder you kept a straight face at the admission, your plan depended on it, and the delighted smile on Bucky’s lips almost broke your facade.

“The choc chip is by far the most popular, and not to be biassed–one of my favourites.” Bucky directed you towards the clear glass jars where a label was connected with twine, neat script defined ‘chocolate chip’. “And then there’s these,” Bucky continued, pointing towards a cream coloured biscuit with a heart shaped indent, filled to the brim with jam. “They are a safe, but still loved, classic for Valentine’s; even if it is belated.”

“Do you like them?” You asked, peering closer at the dusted sugar and how it sparkled under the soft lighting.

Bucky nodded next to you. “It was my ma’s recipe.”

“Perfect,” you sighed happily. “I’ll take some choc chip ones and these,” you pointed towards the heart biscuits. “Thanks, Bucky.”

“No worries, doll,” Bucky grinned. Oh, the things you would do to see that smile all the time.

A few moments later you met Bucky at the counter to pay, a shy smile on your face when you felt the slight crinkle of paper in your hand. Under the guise of digging through your bag, you wrote your phone number on a loose piece of paper and prayed to whoever would listen that this would work.

Bucky gave you the total with a happy smile and you waved your card. “Here you are,” Bucky said, handing you the bag full of the sweets he had ever so carefully packed. “I hope they like them, be sure to give my thanks for such high praise.”

“I will,” you rushed, grabbing the bag. Bucky turned to the box behind him and fiddled with something, and you took your chance; the slip of paper with your number fell neatly on top of the sealed boxes, its placement obvious and impossible to miss. “Actually, Bucky?”

“Yeah?” Bucky said, turning with a raised brow. “What’s up?”

Taking a deep breath, you offered the bag back to him. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Bucky stared. Shock, bewilderment, and amusement flashed in his pretty eyes as they flicked between you and the offered bag, before finally settling on endearment; a smile and wide eyes softening his features.

“Oh, doll,” Bucky breathed, taking the bag back and brushing his fingers against yours. His gaze flicked into the bag and his eyes grew even wider.

Before he could say anymore, you squeaked and skipped to the door. “Enjoy!”

Not even ten minutes later, your phone chimed as you walked through crowds to get to work. You pulled it free and let out a breath. It was an unknown number and an attachment, though what it contained told you exactly who had messaged.

Thank you for that, sugar. 😘

The attachment, much to your utter delight, was a selfie of Bucky’s bright smile, blue eyes, and he was holding up the piece of paper with your number. You floated on cloud nine for the rest of the day as you worked; giddy, excited, and happy.

↠ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ↞

#bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x female reader #bucky x f!reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes drabble #navy and roo's sleepover #rookthorne’s works #Sugary Sweet

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wildemaven · 7 months

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forever | agent whiskey

-> pairing: agent whiskey x f!reader

-> wc: 821

-> content warning: alluding to sex, accidental marriage, talks of annulment/divorce, fluff, happy ending, mention of drunken mistake

-> a/n: this is a third installment to my accidentally got married to Jack in Vegas. Had this random thought this morning and thought I’d give them a happy ending.

part one | part two | masterlist

The doors of the courthouse stare you down as you sit frozen in your parked car. The reality of why you are here is your own doing— you had set the appointment up, demanded that he actually show up and be here on time. Yet, you can’t seem to bring yourself to walk through those doors that will bring an end to the one thing that’s been weighing heavy on your heart the last 24 hours.

He’s your partner. Your friend. And now your husband, in a marriage you never wanted, never dreamed about. You were independent and career driven, you didn’t have time to fall in love and play family. You were an agent before anything else, a damn good one at that.

And as much as he is a thorn in your side, on even a good day, there’s this small part of you that has started to feel complete with him.

Life carried on like normal after your last big assignment produced this drunken martial mess. Neither of you spoke of it at work, and no one mentioned the shiny gold hardware that adorned both of your left hands.

Behind closed doors was a different story. The same song and dance routine of falling into bed with him after insisting things needed to end before someone got hurt. Your judgment seemingly clouded by lust driven promises and hours of passion at the hands of a man whose heart was more invested in this charade than you were. By morning, guilt and regret crept in and you were grabbing your clothes and stumbling out the door yelling to the naked cowboy in bed, This is the last time Jack!

Only it wasn’t, no matter how hard you tried. You couldn’t figure out why you were so drawn to him, despite the fact that you were literally begging him for this marriage to come to an end.

Jack was your best friend when you needed him most. An incredible partner who always had your back through any situation. And even with the amount of snoring that came from his side of the bed, he had become a loving husband.

You release a deep steady sigh. Grabbing your purse along with the stack of legal papers from the passenger seat, you dolefully make your way to the courthouse entrance. And like many times prior, you’ll sit alone in front of the judge in the empty courtroom, wait until he’s scolding you for wasting his time yet again because your husband— Jack didn’t show up.

The large wooden doors creak open as you land on the top steps and you’re met with a familiar face you hadn’t expected to see.

“Jack?” You barely managed to whisper his name, shock still flooding your system, the papers in your hold crinkle as you grip them tightly.

“Yer late Darlin’. Judge wasn’t too happy either. Dismissed the appointment. Said he’s not makin’ another one until we can both be here together and on time.” There’s a tinge of sorrow in his voice, he looks out into the parking lot, trying to avoid your gaze.

He looks handsome in his blue jeans and leather jacket, your favorite look of his. He’d even worn it that night in Vegas, making the memory of that night a little more special.

“You showed up.” You say, saddened at the thought that he finally decided he was done too.

“Isn’t that what you wanted? Get divorced so you could go live yer life, without me botherin’ you.” You can hear the hurt in his voice as he stands in front of you, hands firmly on his waist.

“I do— did.” Your heart starts to speak for you. “I thought I wanted this Jack, I did want it. But— I…”

“What are ya tryin’ to say?” He takes a step closer, removing his glasses, revealing his handsome mustached face fully to you.

“I’m not sure— I thought this was what I wanted.” Pointing to the ornate building you’re both standing in front of. “But now that you’re here, I don’t think I can go through with it.”

This kiss feels different. It’s unhurried and soft. It’s all butterflies and feelings of happiness. It’s an all encompassing experience, the first of many more to come and you want to feel like this forever.

“Well, that settles that then. Question is, yer place or mine, Darlin’?” He asks. His left hand cupping the side of your face, you lean into it. The coolness of his ring, mirroring the one you still wear as well, against your cheek is a welcomed sensation.

“Seeing how we both have the afternoon off, how ‘bout we go find our place?” You suggest, eager to show him the listings you had already been looking at this morning.

“Our place, huh? Sure you won’t get tired of this cowboy?”

“I survived this long, I’m sure I can handle forever.”

#agent jack whiskey daniels #agent whiskey #agent whiskey x you #agent whiskey x reader #agent whiskey x female reader #pedro pascal #wildemaven writes #pedrostories

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joestvr · 1 year

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an interesting trick || jotaro x reader

~~ copied and pasted from a flashback in my wattpad story pls read ~~ link: ore no kokoro - jotaro x reader - jotaros biggest fan - Wattpad

It was a hot sunny afternoon. Jotaro, Polnareff, and Kakyoin sat outside together on the hotel balcony with their chilled drinks, cigarettes burning.

Of course, Kakyoin, being a good kid, could not partake in such activities. He sat on a chair while watching Jotaro and Polnareff chain smoke, chatting amongst themselves.

You were inside the room laying in bed, happy you got to take a nice shower and finally put pajamas on. You watched them engage in hearty conversation and laugh.

You had a huge smile on your face as you watched the peaceful expression on Jotaro's face, he was even cracking a laugh as well.

Anne sat beside you with a giant smirk on her face, nudging you playfully. "So.. can I know how you got to know Jojo?"

"Let's see.. we've been best friends since we were maybe 5? I can't remember. My earliest memory is him, anyway.." You pictured little Jotaro in his suspenders.

"Really? That's a pretty long time." She replied. You smiled and took a necklace off your neck, opening the heart shaped locket, handing to her.

Inside was a small picture of you and Jotaro, taken on your 15th birthday. He had a smile on his face and his arms wrapped around you, embracing you.

She gasped. "Wow, Jojo used to be nice, I'm assuming?"

"He was the sweetest boy. Bring me flowers, write me letters, walk me everywhere, hug me... He was so cute." You reminisced.

Her jaw dropped. "You've really got the hots for him, don't you?"

" 'Course I do. Who wouldn't, have you seen the guy?" You chuckled and stood up, going outside.

"Hey boys." You smiled largely. "Hey, Y/n, join us." Kakyoin said to you invitingly, you nodded and sat down in between Jotaro and Kakyoin.

"Jiji to Avdol wa doko?" Jotaro asked you. "Un, Joestar-san wa doko da?" Kakyoin added.

"Dono yo ni aatashi wa shitte iru?" You responded, raising an eyebrow.

"Urusai wana..." Jotaro sighed, a cloud of smoke coming from his mouth. "Kuso yaroo." You muttered.

"Yakamashi, kono ama. Yare yare daze." He responded. Kakyoin turned to Polnareff and pursed his lips trying not to laugh at his awestruck expression.

"You guys always leave me out!" He cried. "You damn japanese.."

"Anyway," You blurted out. "Spot any ladies while you were out?"

"Oui, Oui! I saw so many beauties, hehehe." Polnareff exclaimed. You laughed. "They were all over that scoundrel Jojo, though." He continued bitterly, crossing his arms and looking at Jotaro.

He rolled his eyes and sighed. He looked at you, good lord, your lips looked really kissable.

You really wanted a kiss, he looked so hot.

You shook your head, not wanting to have such thoughts. You cleared your throat and looked at the empty glasses on the table. "Do you guys want me to refill your drinks?"

"Yes, can you pour me a beer?" asked Polnareff.

"Just a cola, please." said Kakyoin.

You looked at Jotaro. "Get me a beer too." He murmured. You frowned. "You know I don't like it when you drink."

"Y/n."

"You act so strange when you're drunk. I don't think so." You crossed your arms.

"How strange does he act when he's drunk?" questioned Polnareff tentatively.

"Well, he gets really—" Jotaro put his hand over your mouth, giving you a warning glare. "Hot and bothered." You jerked away and scoffed, picking up the cups, walking inside.

You poured a Corona for Polnareff, cherry cola for Kakyoin, and nothing for Jotaro. Luckily, there was wine in the mini fridge as well. You poured some for yourself.

You came outside again and set the drinks back down on the table. "Thank you." Polnareff and Kakyoin said.

You sat down and slowly sipped your wine, Jotaro glaring at you, annoyed.

"Hey, Jojo, you've never kissed a girl, right?" Polnareff giggled.

"What an obscene question, Polnareff." said Kakyoin, cringing.

"Well, Y/n? Has he kissed any girls?"

"Not that I know of..." You lied through your teeth, Jotaro and you had shared many kisses in the past 3 or so years, though you're not a couple.

"Liar!" He shouted.

"No!"

Jotaro suddenly pulled you in under him, leaning below and tucking his cigarette under his tongue, placing a modest yet passionate kiss on your lips.

He let the cigarette stick out of his mouth again as he blew smoke in your face, letting go and sitting still again, quietly laughing to himself.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!" yelled Polnareff.

"JOTARO!"

"WHAT WAS THAT?!"

"My, my, Jojo," smiled Kakyoin.

"JOJO WHERE DID YOU LEARN TO DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT, YOU'RE A KID!"

"WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON HERE?!" boomed the familiar voice of an old man.

You jerked around only to see Joseph standing inside with his jaw on the ground.

"Uh oh."

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neverchecking · 7 months

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Day 3: Boot Worship- With Wars

Posting this right before my field placement bc i have nothing queued. Side bar, why the FUCK is it spelt like that? Thats so many unnecessary letters. But yeah, I can hear it now. In a distinctly southern accent. Maybe from Texas. "Cinder, que your shit. I have mine all queued." And my response to that is no <3. I prefer this method of posting at random ass times just to keep you all on your toes.

Smut so Minors Do Not Interact. If I find out a minor has interacted with my blog, I will block you.. Thank you!

Smut CW: You kiss Wars boot and he's mean about. Maybe he set you up, maybe he didn't. Hard to tell these days.

This is Day three of My Kinktober so be sure to come back and check out the other days! Friendly Reminder that all of my smut is tagged 'Cindersins' including this, but this will also be tagged as 'Cinder's happy halloween' along with the run of the mill smut tags.

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“Kiss it.”

He watched in pure satisfaction as you leaned down, head bowed with your pretty little wrists tied securely behind your back. You wobbled mid-bow before spreading your knees a bit more, stabling yourself before continuing the descent. Your nose brushed against the brown leather first, and he watched as you took a breath, watching it cloud the once polished boot before your lips pressed against it.

“Good. Now, stay there.” Wars hummed, leaning an elbow on the arm of his chair before his cheek came to rest on his fist.

You listen so well, remaining complacent just for him. He had promised you your freedom in exchange for your obedience, honey slickened words slipping out of his mouth in the same manner he imagined the serpent did to tempt the people of old into sin.But seeing you, so malleable for him had his pants stirring in a way he hadn’t felt in an embarrassing amount of time.

Maybe he had a bit of a need just to corrupt your unseeden soul. You had been such a perfect peach when he had seen you in the market. Plump in all the right places and looking tooth-rottingly sweet. He knew he needed just a taste. t

Admittedly, it broke his heart watching the knights surround you. A merchant had cried out about a pair of missing jeweled rings right after you had said your good-byes and the only plausible suspect had been you. You looked so embarrassed at the accusation, trying to clear your name, but a quick search of your bag showed the ring. One singular ring. Wars could only watch as you cried and pleaded you had no idea how that got there, but that was some rather incriminating evidence really. You didn’t stand a chance. He almost felt bad, twirling the other ring in his pocket as he watched them drag you away.

Of course it gave him the chance to get his hands on his decadent forbidden fruit.

When you first saw him, crouched on the ground with your head bowed, you had scrambled to beg for forgiveness. Rambling that it really was all an honest mistake and trembled as you brokenly pleaded that you didn’t want to die.

You were such a foolish little gem, thinking he’d let you go after finally getting you into his grasp. You, from this point forward, wouldn’t know struggle let alone death. He wouldn’t let you. You would live a life of lavish frivolities and silken garbs, playing the part of the perfect house spouse for the Captain.

He knew other nobles would drool just seeing you clad in the finest silk and gems.

It was just a matter of training you well enough to keep you in line. Not that it would take long. Not with the way you were so eager to prove yourself to him. So eager to remain in his good graces for the deluded dream you would see the outside world without him once again.

In his unoccupied hand, he twirled the one of the rings in his hand. It was too small for him, the other remaining on his left hand as a testament to this, but your hand? It would look pretty.

“Real shame they couldn’t find it when you needed it, my dove.” He grinned, shaking his head a bit. His other foot came to press your shoulder further down, shoving your face further into his boot. “I’ll keep it safe for you for now. Now,” His grin turned sharp and his eyes turned icy. “You’ve made such a mess over my boots. Lick it clean.”

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The roses you sowed

Pairing: jealous Lady Lesso x reader

Genre: angst

Words: 1600

Note: OMG guys I just got my first request! Of course you can ask and I shall deliver. Hope this is gonna be up to your expectation dear. This is a free continuation of Barely a friend (can be read as a series or separately). I have a good idea for a third final (happy) part, but I'll only write it if I get a request for it so feel free to slide into my inbox.

Down and burned out. That’s how you have felt for the past two weeks. And the reason for that was just one, Lady Lesso. Your now ex-lover and friend who you thought you’ll surpass the whole world with. Everything was going so good at first. You became friends, then lovers. You’d spent so many little and big moments together, watching the stars, dancing under the moon, or just talking and reading together. You thought you’ll become the fated couple, the one true love no one could keep apart. Your happily ever after.

That was until she said you’re just a waste of space and time. The fact she took you for just a fuck buddy in the end broke your heart. You were too innocent, too naïve, too good for such evil truth. You didn’t want to believe it at first. Every morning you hoped it was just a bad dream, a nightmare the wicked spirits prepared to torment you. And every day you were broken a bit more to find out it was actually the harsh reality.

You became more distant and colder, something all your colleagues and even some students took notice of. You were still the sweet and caring Y/n, yet you never smiled anymore, your answers lacked compassion and your outfits were made of cold dark tones. Even the dean of good herself got a bit worried about your state. But nobody knew why the sudden change. How could they? You and Lesso always kept your somewhat relationship secret. No one could know the reputable dean of evil shares bed with the cute little teacher of good.

You carefully hang up a flower garland around the hall, preparing the place for the arrival of royal families. Your school hosted an annual meeting every year, welcoming new princes and princesses who finished their own story. The new winner had a chance to meet their seasoned counterparts and the first year students had new heroes to look up to. Maybe you’d consider inviting the villains too, if only they’d win anything in the last hundred years.

You busied yourself with preparations as you couldn’t stand standing around all day doing nothing. It gave you too much time to think and with thinking dark thoughts came immediately. So you offered yourself to decorate the room and prepare the menu, running it by the kitchen chief. Professor Dovey was happy you decided to involve yourself, it might be good for your mental health. You needed to get out of your shell soon, or you’ll become one dark stormy cloud.

As you were manipulating the flowers to look exactly how you ideated, you leaned over just a little too much and the stepladder under you gave up leaving you to fall to the ground. You screamed in shock, yet you didn’t painfully land on your butt as you imagined. Rather in strong hands that kept you safe from the hard floor. You slowly opened your eyes not sure you wanted to see where you ended up.

“Hello.” a sweet man’s voice greeted you. “Hope you didn’t get hurt too much?”

You couldn’t help but smile back for the first time in weeks. “No, thanks to you. I believe you saved my ass and my pride.”

“No need to thank me, it was my pleasure. Saving princesses in trouble is kinda my job.” he jokes.

“And it is my job to be polite mister..?” you looked at him questioningly.

“The name is prince Phillip my lady.” he smirks at you with a toothpaste commercial worthy smile.

“Well Mr. Phillip I think it’s time you put me down.” you remind him politely, not flirting too much but still enjoying his company.

“I wouldn’t mind carrying you around tho.” he remarks but sets you gently down regardless.

“Are you here for the hero celebration? It’s still two days till then.” you curiously ask.

“Yes, I came early to take care of other business too. And maybe I could help you out a little since I’m already here? You know, so that you don’t risk your life on the ladder again.” he offers.

You gladly agreed, hoping to get the work done faster and maybe have someone to talk to while doing it. Prince Phillip turned out to be educated, funny and actually not at all self-centered. You laughed with him and for a minute forgot to be the sad gloomy teacher. When you finished, he accompanied you to dinner and you offered to show him around the castle tomorrow. Neither of you noticed the redhead piercing you with her eyes the whole time. You’ve spent too much time pining after her when she wouldn’t spare you a glance to care now.

Leonora was desperately trying to convince herself she doesn’t care. She was just fucking you, and she can fuck anyone. Who cares you seem to be vanishing in front of her eyes? Who cares you look like you haven’t slept in a month? She doesn’t. So why should she care that you have a prince dancing around you? Taking you out? Making you laugh? Holding your hands? She definitely doesn’t. She isn’t one to care.

Except she does. And she can’t stand the image of you being happy with somebody else. Nobody should be allowed to make you laugh but her. She has to divert her eyes every time she sees you walking around the gardens with him. She feels like throwing up seeing him holding your waist. She has felt many emotions in her life. She felt satisfaction of torturing her failing students. She felt malicious glee secretly destroying Dovey’s flower beds. But she has never felt such jealousy like she felt now and she hated it.

Leonora Lesso was jealous. Jealous of the way this stupid prince was looking at you. Jealous of the fact he made you laugh. Jealous you let him touch you so intimately nobody else but she did. She tried avoiding you, having sex with someone else, burying herself in piles of work. But nothing could take this foul feeling of jealousy away. It was eating her alive every time she set eyes on you and your seemingly undetachable prince charming.

On the night of the hero welcoming she wished to be anywhere but here. She didn’t care to dress up, it’s not like she planned to spend more time than absolutely necessary. Opting to keep her standard attire of tailored suit and cane, hoping to blend in as much as possible. Yet her eyes were unconsciously looking for her princess in the crowd. And they found her as she stepped into the room, all dolled up, on the hand of the prince. She looked ethereal, like a fairy tale gone real. And Lesso wished nothing more than to be the one whose hand she’s holding.

Lesso clutched her cane so hard her knuckles were going white as she watched you dancing the night away, laughing and drinking with the foolish prince. She even contemplated arranging a little accident. Falling off of the astronomy tower suddenly didn’t sound so bad for the prince. If only looks could kill, hers would be deadly now. Sadly they can’t, so it did nothing but bother her and her alone, having to witness your rendezvous.

“Well you don’t seem to be enjoying yourself.” Dovey’s cheery voice snapped Lesso out of her murderous thoughts.

“And you find it surprising?” the dean of evil countered, she was never happy to make an appearance at such events, but it was her unpleasant duty.

“Maybe try to cheer yourself up a little, loosen up. You might find the ball surprisingly entertaining.” with unsolicited advice the dean of good got lost in the crowd with her glass of punch.

I’d find it entertaining cutting this fool’s head of, Lesso thought. But as much as she wanted to, she couldn’t do that. So she had to painfully stand around and watch you being lost in this dude’s eyes and dumb hero stories for at least half an hour more before she could inconspicuously disappear. Good thing is she didn’t have to see you the whole day after that, making excuses of being intoxicated from the night before. It was a lie, she barely had a glass of champagne. But she rather locked herself in her bedroom than risking seeing you with the dipshit again.

That was until the afternoon teachers’ meeting. Lesso didn’t rush to the library, knowing she’ll have to face your probably too happy face. What she didn’t expect was prince perfect standing by the table too. But she knew better than to ask questions and appear too interested in the good school’s business. She took her place by the head of the table, Dovey sitting across from her.

“Good afternoon. It is my pleasure to start this meeting with happy news.” the dean of good took the word. “Prince Phillip agreed to be so kind and join our staff. I believe he will lead our students to their amazing abilities and victories.”

Half the table started clapping but Lesso was having none of it. Her face was void of emotions, just blankly staring at the table. The rest of the meeting flew right pass her not keeping attention on anything. He’s staying. The poor excuse of a hero is staying, teaching right by your side at the school for good. You’re gonna share your methods and knowledge with him. He’s gonna take you away form her… more than he already has. And she can’t do anything about it. She’s reaping the roses she sowed.

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My butterfly...

May I have this dance?

This post is going to be part of the Hogmarch Fandom challenge by @thatdammchickennugget check it out if you want to know more! I didn't proofread so sorry for the spelling errors or if it doesn't make any sense, love ya! <3

Fred Weasly x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None

As the first flakes of snow gently descended from the inky sky, Y/n found herself standing outside the ornate entrance of the great hall, her breath forming little clouds in the air. The Yule Ball was next month, and she couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and nervousness swirling in her stomach. She didn't have a date yet but that didn't matter, she was well liked among her peers and there was still a number of boys that would like to take her to the ball.

But there was one boy in particular that she couldn't stop thinking about, and it wasn't just because he was her best friend Fred. Ever since they were kids, they had been inseparable, sharing countless adventures and secrets. And lately, she had started to see him in a different light. His mischievous grin and playful teasing made her heart race, and she couldn't deny the fact that she had a massive crush on him.

A hand on her shoulder snapped her out of her thoughts, "Y/n, you'll never guess what happened" Choe said while sitting next to her at lunch. "Harry Potter just asked me to the Ball!" She grinned, clearly delighted, "I was coming back from the Owlry (I can't spell that word i'm dumb) and I ran into Harry on my way down and he asked me, I had to say no though because Cedric already asked me to go with him" She says the rest with a sigh.

Y/n smiled at her friend, "That's great Choe! I'm happy for you" she said, trying to sound convincing. She glanced at Fred who was sitting across from them, his eyes locked on her, a playful glint in them. Y/n couldn't help but feel her heart race at the sight of him. "So," she began, trying to sound casual, "what do you think you're doing for your Christmas prank this year?"

Fred grinned, "Oh, you know us, we've got something big in the works" he said, winking at her. Y/n felt her cheeks heat up at the attention, and for a moment, she forgot all about the crush she had on her best friend. They continued to chat about the ball, their plans, and their hopes for the holidays. As the bell rang signaling the end of lunch, Y/n couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation and excitement building inside her.

On the way to potions with Angelina, a boy from Hufflepuff stops them in the hallway with bouquet of Pansys and a nervous expression. "Um, I was wondering if you'd like to go to the Yule Ball with me, Y/n?" He stutters, holding out the flowers to her. Y/n is taken aback for a moment, not expecting this at all. She glances over at Fred and George, who are walking just a few feet behind them, trying not to laugh. "Oh, um… I-I…" she stammers, feeling her cheeks heat up.

"Go for it, Y/n!" Angelina encourages, giving the boy a reassuring smile. "It's not like you have anything else going on, right?" She teases, nudging her friend playfully. Y/n laughs nervously, grateful for her friend's support. "Well, I-I mean, I guess so…" she says finally, taking the flowers and accepting the boy's invitation. "Thank you, Jackson," she says with a smile.

Fred and George exchange amused glances as they watch the exchange, Fred, feeling a mix of emotions. He's happy for his friend, but at the same time, He can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. He's always known that Y/n was the one girl who could never be interested in him in that way. She's been their best friend for too long, and they've shared too many secrets. But lately, He can't help but wonder what it would be like to be more than just friends with her.

As they walk away from the scene, Fred turns to George with a frown and says, "You know, I'm really happy for her, but man… I can't help but feel a bit left out." George nods in understanding, knowing exactly what his brother means. "Don't worry, mate," he says reassuringly, giving Fred a friendly punch on the shoulder. "There's always next year's ball, or the one after that. You never know what might happen."

Y/n is in a chipper mood for the rest of the day, and even the anticipation of the ball feels different now that she has a date. Fred and George, on the other hand, can't help but feel a bit down. They've always been there for her, but now that someone else is in the picture, they feel a little left out.

As the weeks leading up to the ball pass by, Y/n spends more and more time with Jackson than she did the rest of her friends. Fred didn't like it that The Hufflepuff boy was taking away her time with them. He tried not to show it, but he was hurt. Sometimes, when they were all together, she would catch him glancing at her, and it made her feel guilty. She tried to explain to him that she hadn't meant to leave them out, but Fred only seemed to grow more distant.

The night of the ball finally arrived, and Y/n was nervous but excited. She had borrowed one of her mother's old dresses, and it fit her like a glove. Jackson had gone all out with a bouquet of roses and a box of chocolates, a pretty little baclet that matched her dress too.

Y/n had started to feel like something was off with Jackson a couple of weeks ago, he started to get more touchy and he started to be around her more. It was making her feel uncomfortable, but she didn't want to say anything. As they danced to the waltz, she couldn't help but feel his hand linger on her waist for too long. She tried to ignore it, but it made her feel even more uneasy.

Fred and George were also at the ball, George had come with Angelina, Fred didn't have a date but it seemed he was enjoying himself just fine. He spotted Y/n and Jackson from across the room and couldn't help but feel a little envious. As He watched them dance, something about the way Jackson was touching her made Fred's stomach churn. He knew that feeling, he had felt it before. He knew that Jackson was going too far, and he had to do something about it.

Deciding that he couldn't just stand there and watch, Fred excuses himself from his group and makes his way over to the pair. He approaches them cautiously, not wanting to ruin the night for either of them. "Um, Y/n, can I steal you for a moment?" he asks, offering her a small, apologetic smile, a new song plays in the back ground, "May I have this dance?" he holds out his hand towards her.

Y/n is taken aback by Fred's words and actions, but she's also grateful for the intervention. She looks at Jackson, who seems annoyed but tries to hide it. "Um, sure," she says, taking Fred's hand. As they begin to dance, she leans in and whispers, "Thanks for doing that."

Fred nods, feeling a little guilty himself. "Listen, I don't want to cause any trouble or anything, but I just had to make sure you were okay. Jackson, you're a…guy, but you need to give her some space."

Jackson's face turns red with anger, and he storms off the dance floor. Fred and Y/n exchange worried glances, not sure what to make of his reaction. But then George appears, clapping Fred on the shoulder. "Not bad, little brother," he says with a grin. "You handled that rather well."

Y/n thanks Fred once more, and they continue to dance. As they sway together to the music, she can't help but feel a sense of relief washing over her. "I'm sorry I haven't been the best friend lately," she says quietly. "I didn't mean to leave you out."

Fred shrugs it off. "Hey, we've been through worse. And besides, you're not alone anymore. You've got us, and that's all that matters." They share a small smile before Fred adds, "And who knows? Maybe one of these days, I'll find someone special too. Then we can double date or something."

Y/n frowns at his words, feeling a pang of guilt. "I'm sorry about that, Fred. I never meant to make you feel left out." She sighs, looking down at her feet as they dance. "You know I care about you both, right?"

Fred nods, knowing that she means it. "Yeah, I know. And it's okay. I just get a little protective sometimes." They share a moment of silence, lost in their own thoughts, before Fred speaks up again. "So, how are things with you and Jackson? Are you two, you know…" He trails off, leaving the question unspoken.

Y/n shrugs, unsure of how to answer. "I don't know, Fred. He's…he's different, I guess. But I'm not sure if that's a good different or a bad different." She pauses, considering her words. "I just want things to go back to how they used to be with us."

There's a beat of silence before she speaks again, "I didn't want to go to the ball with him Fred" she starts, trying to explain herself "I wanted to go with you" she glances up at him, her green eyes pleading with him to understand. "But I thought if I didn't, he'd be upset and I didn't want to hurt his feelings. It's complicated."

Fred nods, understanding a bit more now. He takes a deep breath and then says, "Look, you don't have to make any decisions right now. Just take some time to think things through and figure out what you really want. And if you ever need someone to talk to, you know where I am."

Fred blinks and the tip of his ears turn red, "You wanted to go with me?" He whispers, the question barely audible over the music. "I would have loved to dance with you tonight." He smiles, feeling his heart skip a beat.

Y/n's cheeks flush pink in response to Fred's words. "I mean…I would have, if you'd asked." She stammers, trying to find the right words. "I guess I just didn't want to make things weird between us."

Fred shakes his head, "No, nothing's weird. And honestly, I should have asked. I just…I didn't want to assume anything." He takes a deep breath, feeling a mixture of emotions washing over him.

"So everything is right in the world?" she smiles at him

"Everything is alright my butterfly" He hums in response

The next morning Jackson found one single Yellow carnation on his plate a breakfast.

Rejection.

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elficially-done-with-life · 3 months

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The Light of the Stars

Request: I would love to see, how would Maeglin, Rog or Amras (whoever you feel like writing for) react to a reader who basicaly is a fallen star (Varda's maia maybe - or an isekai'd girl, who lost her memories, but aquired some strange powers along the way)? would they become friends? Lovers? Something else?

A/N: Listen, in the beginning I really wanted to write something for Amras, but then my head made up a lot of ideas for Maeglin so I went with him instead. I went with the Reader losing her memories, but since she doesn't know who she is anymore it is up to you to decide where she is from, hope that is okay.

I really hope you like this! This was my first request and I was really exited to write it!

Pairing: Maeglin x fem!reader

Warnings: mentions of self-doubt

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It happened on one of the many evenings when Maeglin sneaked out of the city. The city where he didn't really feel like he belonged.

Nothing and nobody had ever noticed that he was missing and Maeglin quickly realised, sadly, that it was because nobody missed him. A thought that ate itself deep into his heart. If nobody missed him, was he worth anything at all?

These thoughts plagued him again that evening. Everything had been getting worse and worse all day. The sun had shone brighter than usual today and had practically burnt itself into his eyes.

He was used to the protection of the trees that only let a fraction of the light shine through, but Gondolin was practically right under the sun and he had had to narrow his eyes to small slits all day to see anything at all.

Now that he could only see the pleasant light of the stars, his eyes could finally rest a little. In his opinion, that was better than sleeping at night. Not that he had ever been good at that.

He would work at night if the light from the candles in his forge was sufficient, but unfortunately it was not. So he was forced to work during the day, just like all the others, who would probably be happy if they didn't have to see him any longer during the day.

But he usually never got that far out, that close to the woods. Because he felt too many emotions in the woods. The familiar fear of his father, who was long dead but still haunted Maeglin's dreams, but also the longing for the protection of the trees and the smell of the earth, which he missed so much in the city.

But that evening he had seen something strange that had probably escaped everyone else in Gondolin. It had been like a shooting star falling from the sky, but much brighter and bigger, and he had seen how this something had crashed into the forest up ahead.

And since Maeglin was curious by nature, he simply had to look for it.

His curiosity clouded his senses so much that he hardly noticed how time passed until he was standing at the opening of the forest.

He could see a glow through the leaves. A pleasant glow that reminded him of the light of the stars.

Maeglin carefully pushed his way through the thicket towards the place where the glow was coming from.

It wasn't long before he reached a small clearing where a you, young woman in a white dress, laid. Your whole body was glowing and your eyes where close.

Did you fell out of the sky?

Maeglin swallowed. He had never seen anyone like you.

He wasn't quite sure what to do. On the one hand he wanted to get to know you, because something drew him to you, on the other hand he just wanted to go back to Gondolin and forget what had just happened. People thought he was strange enough as it was, he didn't need to be associated with falling stars.

But he quickly pushed this thought to the back of his mind. It certainly wasn't your fault that you had fallen from the sky. And you were probably just as alone as he was.

It was a mystery to Maeglin how he had managed to carry you all the way to Gondolin without his black cloak, which he had wrapped around your shining body, slipping.

The whole time he was afraid one of the guards would see you, but surprisingly everything went well. Maeglin could hardly believe his luck.

He carefully laid you down on a warm fur in front of the fireplace in his forge and fetched thick blankets from his bed to put over you.

Your skin had been very cold and he had been quite afraid that you wouldn't make it.

Sighing, he sat down on the floor near you and started working on a project in a little notebook. He would wait until you woke up. He usually couldn't sleep at night anyway.

He didn't have to wait long, because soon you opened your eyes.

You rubbed your forehead in confusion and looked around. At some point, your gaze fell on Maeglin.

He expected you to flinch or say something derogatory, but you just said, "Oh hello." Then you groaned and rubbed your forehead again. "Do you know where I am?"

"I brought you here," Maeglin explained, "I found you in the forest. You are - you fell out of the sky. Like a shooting star." He looked at you curiously. "Do you know why?"

You shook your head and then screwed up your face. "No, I am sorry. I am afraid I cannot remember anything. Not even my own name."

"I am Maeglin, but- but please call me Lómion. I prefer that." he said gently. "And we could call you Elmírya ('El' from 'elen', quenya word for star/'mírya' is a quenya word for beautiful) until you remember your own name, if you like."

He blushed crimson. While you had been asleep, Maeglin had been thinking about what your name might be and had come up with all sorts of examples. When you couldn't remember your name, his favorite just slipped out.

You smiled gently. "That sounds nice, Lómion. So we are friends now, are we?"

Maeglin smiled gently. He'd never really had any real friends before, and even if you'd only known each other for a few minutes, he already felt safe with you.

Maybe it was because you were as 'strange' as he was and he felt connected through that difference. Maybe it was because the light emanating from your body was more pleasant for him than the sunlight.

He didn't know. He only knew that he was glad to have sneaked out of the city that night, because he had the feeling that you could change things in his life.

"Yes, we are friends," he said happily.

Then you did something he hadn't expected. You wrapped your arms around him.

And then he realised that he wasn't just prefering your light over that of the sun, but also your warmth.

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gunilslaugh · 10 months

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I know you did "who would say I love you first" BUT could you maybe do how the boys would react to you saying it first?

Thank you so much!

-Bread

Here you go Bread! I love your username by the way :)

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Summary: Xdinary Heroes reaction to you saying “I love you” first.

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Warning:grammar

photo not mine credits to owner.

Gunil

Extremely overjoyed to hear you tell him those words, but he wanted to say them first.

“I love you,” you tell Gunil. You had a bit of a rough day, but being out with Gunil made you forget all about it. Being with Gunil just made things easier, that no matter what everything would turn out alright. The words slipped past your lips easily right after he told you a horrible dad joke, that made you laugh from how bad it was.

“No fair I wanted to tell you first!” He complains. “But I love you too, very much,” he states, grabbing your hand. Gunil lifts your hand to his lips and presses a kiss on it, as if he’s stamping it with his mark of love. Your heart flutters at his action. You don’t think you will ever get over how tenderhearted Gunil is. Now that you’ve both said “I love you” Gunil makes saying it a part of his daily routine. Not a day goes by that he doesn’t tell you those three words.

Jungsu

It felt so surreal to Jungsu. Hearing the words “I love you” come from you.

Both of you were in your room, laying on the floor. Each of your eyes locked on the ceiling as you talked about anything and everything.

“I love you,” you admitted, breaking your eyes from the ceiling to look at Jungsu beside you. He’s sure this is what dreams becoming a reality feels like. Words he dreamt about saying to you and vice versa. Then he remembers that he needs to respond

“I love you too,” he says, turning his head to look at you as well. The two of you continue to lay there, staring at each other. Matching smiles adorn your faces and the twinkles in your eyes shine brighter. The moment truly did feel like something out of a dream, yet it was real. It was a real ratifying moment of your and Jungsus’ love. That neither of you would ever forget.

Gaon/Jiseok

The second those words left your mouth Jiseok feels like he’s on cloud nine. So exhilarated from happiness that he launches himself at you in a crushing hug.

“I love you,” you voiced to Jiseok. You don’t even have time to see his reaction because his body is already wrapped around you.

“You beat me, but I don’t even care. I love you too!” Jiseok exclaimed, hugging you tighter, bouncing up and down.

“I’m glad that you’re so happy, but my lungs would be happier if they were receiving oxygen,” you strangled out. Hands patting his back as a sign of release or at least loosen up.

“Sorry! Sorry, I got a little too excited,” Jiseok apologizes. He releases you from his hold only to pepper your face with kisses instead. You laugh and make futile attempts at pushing him away. Once Jiseok finally pulls away, now you return the favor and scatter kisses across his face. Not nearly as many as he did you though.

O.de/Seungmin

Realizes how natural it felt to say those three words. Yes, you did say them first, but he replied them right back without even thinking about it.

“Ok, I love you, but I need to get back to work now,” the words casually fell from your lips. You and Seungmin were currently having an impromptu cuddle session. You had work that you needed to get done, but Seungmin insisted that a fifthteen minute cuddle break wouldn’t hurt.

“I love you too and fine go back to your attention demanding work,” Seungmin replied, reluctantly letting you go. The exchange in I love you’s seems to go unnoticed at first. The words you just said only registered when you were midway through writing a sentence. They appear to have registered with Seungmin too, since he’s now attached to your back repeating them.

“I love you,” you hear nothing but genuineness in his words.

“I love you too,” you mirrored, patting his head. It was domestic, it was natural, it was perfect.

Junhan/Hyeongjun

Listening to you say those words brought something parallel to a sense of relief over Hyeongjun. The power that the three of those words hold is certainly something special.

“I love you,” you proclaimed. Hyeongjun and you were out at a secluded spot the two of you discovered one day. The stars hung brightly in their spots in the night sky. Your three worded proclamation broke the silence that you and Hyeongjun were sitting in.

“I love you too,” Hyeonjun stated back. Both of your hands blindly wandered to one another's, joining together. The silence was now restored. It may not be something everyone understands, but silence is what screams yours and Hyeonjuns’ love the loudest. No words need to be spoken, just basking in each other's presence. Feeling the sense of security that you bring to one another. Words you never iterated out loud, yet somehow the both of you know. You knew you loved each other before you said it, because you felt it in the silence.

Jooyeon

No other giddiness could compare to the giddiness he felt after hearing you say you loved him. The feeling swarmed his entire heart and bursted throughout his body.

“I love you,” you told Jooyeon as you put down a wild plus four. The two of you were playing Uno. You didn’t even think about how it was the first time saying those words, you were just trying to do damage control.

“How can you say that for the first time when we’re in the middle of a relationship risking uno match?” Jooyeon said in disbelief. That’s when you realized what you said.

“It is true though I do love you. Didn’t think the first time I would say it would be during an uno game, but it’s true,” you truthfully admit.

“I love you too,” he declared, dropping the cards in his hands to hug you. “Let’s forget about the game. It shouldn’t ruin our moment,” he adds, knocking you down to cuddle on the floor. You drop the cards from your hands and cuddle him back.

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profectua · 4 months

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☆𝙁𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧 𝙋.𝙊.𝙑.

𝗌𝗒𝗉𝗇𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗌; w𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖬𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗋𝗎 𝖡𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗋𝖺? (𝖴𝗇𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁)

The first flowers of spring were beginning to bloom as you and him tread the path before you. His eyes were shocking yellow and only seemed to get brighter when he looked at the flowers, almost like that of a pure child. You could only help but stare at him, a fleeting yet beautiful emotion washing over your heart.

What was this?

“Look! Aren’t they pretty?~” he said with a giggle. It was music to your ears.

“O-oh..yeah-” the innocent brown-blonde haired boy grabbed your hand and for a second you swore your heart was about to leap.

What is it?

That was the first time. The first time of many. The first time you felt such emotions for the eccentric boy, Meguru. That night you scrolled through the pictures of him under the newly bloomed flowers, all giddy and smitten.

No doubt, it was love. What a confusing emotion.

Meguru was quite the energetic person. He radiated the energy of the sun in broad daylight, or so you say. You watched him play football, you saw him at his highs and lows. You’d like to say you were there when no one else was. Though you didn’t know what he thought of you, hopefully, certainly he thought of you as someone special that he held dear to his heart as well, right?

Probably.

To be fair, he was ostracised almost his entire life so you were the one person he’d tell all his stories too. He told you about the monster, he told you about soccer, he told you about his dreams.

And with each talk you could feel yourself falling deeper in love. Maybe it was the way he always held his head up high, or the way he always knew how to cheer you up with that adoring smile and even the slightest of his touch. He was an optimist. And he had high hopes. You knew that. That's how it was with Meguru.

“One day…one day I know I won’t have to keep playing by myself. Don’t you think so?” he said in a somewhat cheerful tone, turning his head to you with a hopeful smile, his eyes glistening.

He always seemed so passionate and sincere with every word. Like he didn’t have a care in the world, even if there was no one that quite understood him. You’d like to think that you were there for him, though.

Meguru was a playful guy. Sometimes he’d pass you funny little notes or kick the football at your back much to your surprise, only for him to giggle mischievously after. You can’t stay mad at him. He was like sunshine while you were a drifting cloud, way too infatuated for your own good.

“Wait, wait..,” he rummaged through his pockets, pulling out your favorite candy. “I got it for you, hehe~!” He always did cute things like that without much thought. Little did he know that when he did, it sent a weird feeling in your stomach. Butterflies, as they say.

Sometimes you wished for something more because your feelings were starting to overflow and absorb your heart. You could tell from the way you got lost in his eyes when he smiles, from the way he never gave up his ideals, from the way he just existed. If the whole town were to suddenly go dark, he’d certainly still shine, even if by himself. Because that's how he was. Even if it felt like he was alone, even if he was oh so far away, he was brighter than any star you’d ever seen. And you wanted it to stay night forever.

You loved him. But he was always in his own little world. Maybe that’s another thing you liked about him. But even so, you still knew how he felt. At the end of the day, it was him and himself. You could only observe from the background. Like a spectator, almost.

Something ached.

Obviously that’s what he cared about. You know you can’t fill his void, don’t you?

That all changed though. Meguru’s football career was flourishing. It was like he finally found himself after he got lost along the way. And, my, you were so happy for him. You believed in him. But that little bird that you were trying to keep close to you was starting to learn how to fly.

What are you supposed to do now?

These emotions are confusing, aren't they?

Eventually your emotions were starting to feel heavy, as if they were subconsciously weighing your heart down. Not that it mattered, though. As long as you got to stay with him, right?

How confusing.

The least he’d do is give you a sloppy pat on the back before waving to you and scurrying off to some other football player. Probably his teammate, but who's really keeping track.

“Well, see ya later, ‘kay?” he’d say effortlessly, laughing with his teammates as he held his football close to him.

Your efforts will only go in vain.

Don’t get it wrong, he still shined, of course. Brighter than ever before, in fact. But it began to feel like that star was starting to fade away from your galaxy. And with each day, your feelings only began to stir up something more in your heart. Pain? Not necessarily. Just the dying feeling of seeing the one you held dearest to your heart not even recognise your feelings.

But good for him, isn’t it?

After all, he’s doing better now. It's evident. But your feelings are still locked up in your little heart. That’s no good. And yet, you can only smile back at Meguru anytime he casts that precious grin in your direction.

You always loved the way he played football, so free and careless, almost like a dandelion, seeds blown against the summer wind. And you were just the grass that layed. But the breeze wasn’t so bad, was it?

It was almost as if you hadn’t talked to him as much as you two used to. He had so much ahead of him, so what did you expect? He had teammates now, people that understood him. More than you did? You’d hope not. It would hurt, wouldn’t it? You could tell from the way he always seemed to smell like sweat, from the way he always seemed to be dribbling the football out in the grass. It was different now. You weren’t against it, though. This is when he looked happiest. When the star was shining its brightest.

Quite confusing.

Meguru was like that. Would he ever realise your feelings for him? Maybe. But he never noticed the way you always seemed attracted to the glow in his eyes, the way you always paid attention when he laughed, the way your heart might have begun to hurt when he started drifting off into his own solar system. Atleast he was able to find what he wanted. Though a part of you wished that he wanted you. Perhaps you’ll one day be able to find what you want.

What will happen to those feelings?

Only time will tell. Love isn’t something to be shaken off so easily. I'm sure you’d know that. Perhaps if Meguru wasn’t someone so dear to you…

But he shines and it never ceases to amaze you.

Aren’t you really just watching from the audience?

#bachira x reader #blue lock #bachira meguru #blue lock x reader #bllk bachira #blue lock bachira

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