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yuquinzel · 1 year

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SIX WAYS TO SAY I LOVE YOU — itoshi sae.

ಣ₊˚. contents — (4.2k) wc, f!reader, pure fluff, reluctant friends to lovers??, mutual pinning, roommates!au

ಣ₊˚. synopsis — itoshi sae has known you for six summers, and he's told you he's loved you in six different ways.

i. ( like the fleeting warmth of sunsets in winter. )

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ❝ i don't hate you. ❞

the first time you meet itoshi sae, you're fifteen and he's sixteen and you're almost certain no one in his life has ever told him to shut up. you can't stand him, he's rude and all too full of himself, and he rebuffs all your attempts at being friends. you take it as your hint to not be involved with him at all.

which would've worked if you weren't classmates and neighbors. sometimes you end up at his house more often than you'd like —courtesy of your mothers being old college roommates— and you try offering your fair shares of polite greetings of “oh, hello” and good morning or good night texts.

he either leaves you on delivered —seen 6hrs ago if you're lucky— or he prefers to stare at you like you've said the dumbest thing known to man, a curt nod is his way of acknowledging your presence but not bothering to reply back.

it's a sappy cliché. parents beings friends so naturally you and sae must spend a lot of time together except it's anything but that and you're sure he hates you. you're not a big fan of his casual glares either. you come to accept that the two of you are nothing but strangers with threads of chance meetings tangled unfavorably in your lives.

sae sits three desks away from you in the next row and yet he feels a world away from your reach. sometimes your eyes meet in the hallway and you've long since given up on smiling or waving, so that's where it ends.

you eventually become friends with rin, he's a year younger but much more tolerable than his older brother. sure, he's stoic and awkward but at least he doesn't look like he wants to kill you every second. rin walks you home every day, because you're friends. sae tags along, because his mother insists on being nice to you.

six months pass in the blink of an eye, the chilly wisps of winter beginning to gnaw away at your skin. you're sixteen now, and your relationship with sae is as rocky as always. rin's not walking with you today, so it's just you and him. there's not much talking between you and sae. you don't acknowledge his presence, maybe he prefers it that way. you call a friend instead— because as sae has come to notice, you're not a fan of long (awkward) silences— chatting away about adjusting to a new life and a seatmate that's been bothering you who just won't take the hint.

sae scoffs, and you pause.

it's been a long, tiring day and the absolute look of disdain on his face hits the last nerve, “is there a problem?”

“no,” he says flatly.

sae walks ahead without so much as sparing you a glance. he's about ten paces ahead when he turns back, “you coming or what?”

“i'm sorry if me talking is such a bother. but i'm not talking to you. why're you even here? you and i both know you'd rather be anywhere else. i know you hate me and all, but you don't have to act like you're doing me a favor. because you're not.” you spit, it's harsh and biting like the cold gusts of wind caressing your hair. heat begins to settle in your cheeks— in anger or in response to the cold against your skin, sae isn't sure.

silence creeps up in the heavy atmosphere, you think he'll disregard you as always. then, “is he bothering you too much? what, does he stalk you or something?” straightforward as always, you're not sure if sae's mocking you or feigning concern.

“why do you care? because your mom asked you to?” you cross your arms.

sae clicks his tongue, “that's not what i asked.”

he knows you're stubborn. he knows you don't have the kind of relationship with each other where you come to talk about your problems and offer solutions, so he's not surprised when you brush him off, “it's none of your business.”

you walk past him, the distance between you two feeling larger and heavier than ever. “i don't hate you.” but not enough that you don't hear him.

the next day your seatmate is bowing his head in hastened apologies and stumbling over his own words, frantically avoiding your gaze, “i'm sorry, y/n! i swear i didn't mean to make you uncomfortable! i didn't stalk you or anything, i should've taken the hint! please forgive me, I'm sorry!”

you're taken aback by his trembling hands and staggered voice, the sudden modesty of apologizing.

sae doesn't walk with you that day. rin does and you ask him if he said something to your seatmate. “what seatmate?” he'd replied. you remember you didn't tell him anything about anyone bothering you.

you didn't tell anyone besides your friend who lives all the way back in Hokkaido—

— and sae.

ii. ( like the first spark of festival firecrackers. )

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ❝ call me by my first name.❞

the festival spirit is exuberant per usual. the night-time adorned with food stalls coupled with fumes of spices and sizzling meet, children running through tents, and the blossoms of juvenile love confessions filling the air with the laughter and cheering of people attempting at festival games— it's enchanting, catching you in a trance.

you'd somehow convinced sae to join you, “we'll just go and watch the fireworks show. you'll have fun, i can guarantee that much.”

sae turns seventeen before you, his life falling into a rhythm of soccer practice (as much as he can), classes (mandatory, unfortunately), back home and exercise (lots of it), then watching the clips of the matches of every opposing team (he loses track of time).

the stone of walking home with you everyday is thrown somewhere in there, with the ripples in its wake stretching comfortably in his life. it's no longer at the instance of his mother. out of habit or choice, you wait for him everyday until his practice is over and sae doesn't mind it too much. he never really did, it might just be something he looks forward to. (you don't need to know that.) he'll say a lot has changed— he's not sure if you can be called a friend but somewhere along the way, awkward silences turned into comfortable breaths of matching paces as you walk, eyes meeting by chance outside of class and sae doesn't mind being the one to wave first, he turns on his notifications just so he can reply to you in time albeit dryly, you've learned to not take it personally.

it did take efforts from both of you— sae being just a little more careful with his words around you, a little more patient. his responses are quick and sharp as ever, but not dismissive anymore. when you talk to him, it doesn't feel like a one-way conversation. he's figured he likes listening to you talk more than initiating any conversation. and you've learned that while sae will rarely be the one to break the silence, he most definitely hates it as much as you do.

one step at a time— matching paces to walk together, waiting for the other one to catch up, that's how you and sae work.

so when he'd initially refused to your suggestion, he's quickly learned that you're a lot more persistent and criminally good at convincing him than he'd like. this is how he now finds himself with you, laid out on a hill in the north of tokyo prefecture, empty boxes of food lying beside and the wistful blues of post-sunset before the two of you.

“see, sometimes its not bad to enjoy the good things in life, itoshi.” you hum, lightly pulling at the grass beneath you.

“i do enjoy the good things in life. soccer is good.”

“yeah, yeah. but taking a break like this is pretty fun, isn't it? don't be shy, admit it already.” you joke, and sae doesn't reply. when you turn to look at him, he's already staring at you.

“what is it?” you ask, reeling back a little. it's a little unnerving, being the centre of sae's attention. it makes you feel small— for reasons you can't name. but it also makes you feel a little special, that's just one of the many things about sae you dont think you'll ever understand.

he draws just a little closer, the air shifting with him, “you still call me itoshi.”

“what?”

sae doesn't inch back, if anything, he's looking at you like he can't tear his eyes away, “nothing. you just don't call rin by our last name."

oh. that.

“uhm, so do you want me to?” you ask, a little hesitantly.

“i don't mind if you call me by my first name, y/n.” there's a certain lilt to the way he says your name, as if he's emphasizing on first name basis. he's always used your first name, and you've always noticed it sounds different wiith him.

he says it like it always rests there at the tip of his tongue, like an unspoken word finally leaving his lips. he says it like it's the answer to everything, like it's so natural that it's you— there's yes and there's no, and then there's your name.

you feel the heaviness of his gaze as if in anticipation, waiting to hear you say it. so after a moment of reticence, “okay, sae, first name basis it is.”

if you didn't know better, you'd say he looks... satisfied. something wavers in his eyes and he looks away, you find yourself missing the way his gaze lingers on yours.

later that night you'd lay in your bed, events of earlier playing in your mind in a loop.

sae.

his name rolls off your tongue as you bring a finger to trace your lips. you repeat it to yourself over and over and over again until it leaves a sweet, luscious aftertaste. it simmers in your voice and sounds like a lullaby. a melody of his name sung like secret whispers, one that calms you and eventually puts you to sleep. you think you like how it sounds, much like how your own does in his voice.

iii. ( like a lovedrunk gaze finding yours at 2 am. )

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ❝ i don't mind if it's you.❞

you. sae. roommates.

the idea is laughable. downright idiotic. fifteen year old you would've bet a snowball's chance in hell that you and sae could ever be roommates. plenty of reasons for this to be impossible. one, for example— sae and you attend different universities. two— sure, you've gotten closer as friends but sae isn't exactly roommate material. well, he did mention he'd never even shared a room with rin so you can guess he's never had much experience either.

you'd suggested it as a joke, thrown it among the laughs and snarky comments in the games of uno you'd been winning for the past hour, “if i let you win the next match, will you let me move in with you?”

he'd scoffed at you, throwing a draw 4 card with a smirk because you're down to one card, “you lose.”

“you can't end the game with a wild card, smartass."

“sure can. players make the rules, and i just won." he says flatly.

“that is not what we agreed—”

“i win.”

“you're just making that up, sae, take it back this is gonna be my tenth win.”

“but i don't have any other card, what did you say about moving in?”

you pause at that, you didn't think he'd pay attention, “i was joking, you know I'm looking for a place near college.” you say as you pick up the deck of cards, shuffling them again to deal because arguing with sae is like arguing with a wall that sends death glares your way, you don't entertain that idea very much.

sae ponders your words, wonders if you mean it or not. he briefly imagines it, being roommates with you. then the words leave his mouth before he can think about it, “it's not a bad idea.”

you halt in your movements, letting silence take form. he almost regrets saying anything because what if you were just joking? what if you'd wanted him to brush it off as a joke too? did he overstep?— until he sees you gaping at him like an idiot. then he relaxes, and you think you hear him snicker, prompting you to come back to your senses. had you heard him right?

“it's not?”

sae shrugs, a little more confident in his words this time, “it's not. you know my place is near your college. you're tolerable, i don't mind having a roommate if it's you.”

he doesn't mind having a roommate if it's you. he doesn't mind spending a significant amount of his time in the same house, under the same roof with someone even though it goes exactly against the very reason he got a place for himself— if, and only if, that someone is you.

you'd be lying if you said that didn't just boost your ego and swelled your heart a little.

you try to bite back a smile, but fail anyway, “you're serious? when'd you get so generous?”

he doesn't say anything, offers you his signature scoff instead. well, if he knew what to say, he probably would. sae doesn't know why he suggested it. he's sure he would've said no before anyone else could throw the question. but then again— you're giggling and making fun of him and doing a little victory dance in your spot every time you win. it's 2 am, he remembers. and he's sitting in the living room of his apartment playing uno with you when he's not even sure he understood the rules.

he doesn't mind this too much. he thinks he can handle losing every match every night— if it's with you.

“you don't expect me to clean and cook for you right?” you joke, and sae takes a look at his card, and you catch the way his eyes flash with disappointment —he knows he's gonna lose this time for sure— “again, not a bad idea.”

“i mean if you pay me enough, i might—”

“that's not how that works.” he sets down a blue 5.

“that's exactly how it works.”

“i'm not the one looking for a place to live.” he says dryly, but you hear the amusement in his voice.

“hey sae,” your voice is close to a whisper, and sae hums. he waits for you to put down your card, or say something witty like you usually would. when you don't, he looks up at you, a pretty smile on your lips, “thank you, really.” you say before putting down a blue draw 2 card, but suddenly sae can't really focus on the game.

iv. ( like a breath of relief at the sight of home. )

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ❝ because i wanted to. ❞

“sae, what the fuck?” you groan, rubbing your temples to ease the damn headache you woke up with.

“i thought i told you—” he begins, stirring something in the pan before grabbing a bowl, “—to stay in your room. everything's fine here.” he says, but nothing is fine, actually.

to put it simply— it's a fucking disaster.

you're not surprised, truly you're not. sae in the kitchen is always a disaster waiting to happen in the name of accidents and “i was just trying to warm the leftovers.” the sink is filled piles upon piles of dishes and something is burning in the pan to which sae isn't really paying attention to.

“have breakfast if you're here, you look like shit.” he says casually, as if there's not smoke slowly filling the air.

“i feel like shit too, but what are you trying to do?”

“making breakfast, obviously. well, yours is ready, you can take the scrambled eggs over there.” he beckons to the plate set on the table, and it's the only thing anywhere close to normal and edible.

“but it's my turn, you're on dishwasher duty.”

sae spares you glance— more like he shoots you a look of are you stupid? and did you seriously just say that, then clicks his tongue as he goes back to making whatever it is you don't dare question.

“didn't you have a headache?” he says at last.

“that was last night sae, i mean it still hurts like a bitch but not as bad as before. and anyway you didn't know that, so why?”

“because i wanted to. now pipe down, you talk too much.” he brushes off your words.

and you realise he's not gonna say it out loud. he's not gonna actually verbalise it like “you had a headache last night and i was worried you'd still be feeling like crap so i just thought I'd make you breakfast— even though i might burn down the kitchen in the process”, he'll instead say, “well? I'm not gonna hand feed you.”

and thats okay, you've long since learned to read between the lines and connect the slip-ups of his words. sae isn't one to swallow his own words, he says it like it is, for what it means. but there are times some meanings lie in his actions, not his unspoken words.

so you say nothing more, having heard him loud and clear. you sit down, eyeing your breakfast carefully. then, very calmly, “sae, this has eggshells in it.”

his head whips faster than an owl turning to you, “the fuck? shit—”, he takes the plate from your hands, “wait just a minute, this'll be done in seconds.” he beckons to the fried rice in the pan, the one you're sure was burning minutes ago.

“that's your breakfast sae—”

“’m fine, I'll have cereals.”

“you... hate cereals though?”

“do me a favor and shut up.”

you laugh at that, a sweet and warm laugh, “seriously, what are you doing sae? the kitchen's a disaster and I'm sure whatever you're making is not edible. you don't have to do this, i can have cereal too.”

he pauses at that, turns to you instead. he finds you smiling at him, and his shoulders relax ever so slightly. “you stayed up late last night with all those damn projects, i just thought breakfast would be nice.”

“thank you, that's really sweet of you. but you know what would be really nice? we have cereals, then we watch reruns of friends, and after that we can just laze around the whole day, get nothing done. you and me, it's the weekend.”

sae looks at you— really looks at you. the worry lines blurred on your forehead, the spilled darkening highlighting below your eyes, the tired haze in your voice, the warm but exhausted smile you wear.

he thinks you're beautiful, with your morning hair and still a bit of sleep in your eyes— you're beautiful and he cant find it in him to look away.

“okay,” he breathes— a sigh of relief and warmth and gratitude.

“okay,” you repeat.

v. ( like the union of heavens and the earth. )

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❝ you don't know what you do to me.❞

sae's not sure how he ended up like this.

the first semester of second year in university has started, the wind carries the smell of wet earth after the first showers of spring, a touch of the scent of lemongrass lingers in the air— and you're stumbling on your feet with your already slurred words and bubbling laughter sputtering through the air.

he's amused really, because you're sober enough to at least remember who he is but tipsy enough to push forward with your insistence on reminding him how pretty he looks.

“saeee, i missed youuuu,” you whine, head falling back against his arm as it goes around to rest on your shoulder.

“you saw me 4 hours ago, and we live together.” he says, watching the way you frown at his words.

“but i still missed you, you should've been with me.” you purse your lips, the way you do when you try to hide your smiles.

“yeah, i think i should've, you're a mess.”

“and you're so pretty,” you slur, bringing your fingers to brush over the smooth skin of his cheeks, “your eyelashes are prettier than mine.”

sae holds you by your arm, a firm and protective grip. he walks patiently, making sure you don't trip on air, “is that so?” he chuckles, betting on the possibility that you'll likely not remember this.

“were you always this pretty, sae or am i too drunk?” you giggle, stumbling forward into his arms.

sae holds you still, “you're drunk, idiot.” they say people are honest when drunk, so surely you mean what you said? god, he's glad you can barely keep your eyes open because he can feel his ears burning.

“but you're pretty, so pretty, i could kiss you right now.”

sae thinks he feels the ground shift beneath his feet— or was it him that tripped a little? heat begins to settle in his cheeks, you've very successfully knocked the air out of his lungs with just a few words, “shut up, I'm taking you home.”

“why, you don't want to?” you tilt your head, cheeks round and wholesome and sweetly puffed.

fuck— a drunk you is very dangerous. sae makes a mental note of never underestimating your flirting skills when you're tipsy.

“you'll hate me for it later, just quiet down.”

“i won't. never, i promise.” the playful way you're grinning at him right now with warm hues favouring the color of your skin, sae frowns at that.

it's unfair, he thinks. you can't just get drunk and then call him pretty with amused eyes and playful grins, you can't just compliment him on his eyelashes and tell him how much you missed him. it's not fair you get to say you want to kiss him even though you might not remember it when he most definitely will think about it forever. he's not even sure if you mean it as a joke because he sure doesn't. and god it's really not fair how you're just standing there, breathing and smiling and holding onto him for support— and still look so goddamn beautiful. you're looking at him with glimmering eyes, waiting for him to take a step forward.

he wants to take a chance. he wants to run his fingers through your hair and guide your arms to loop around his shoulders. he wants to taste the alcohol faint on your lips and breathe your name like you belong to him.

he wants to kiss you. and to have you kiss him back.

he thinks maybe— just maybe, if he takes a step forward, you'll take one too.

so he does, “god, you don't know what you do to me.”

his lips crash with yours first, you'd hoped him to. it's warm and soft, slow and delicate, like only you know sae can be. it's long-awaited, you can feel the desperation building up under the hastened patterns sae's hands begin to trail down your arms, slithering round your waist as he pulls you close and closer. when you bring your hand to cradle the side of his jaw, sae melts into your touch. he feels his own heart ricochet like comets inside his ribcage— reducing all his thoughts to white noise. he pulls back once —to breathe, to accept, to admire— and then draws you back in. when your lips part for a final time and breaths tangle as one, you feel time freeze in that moment.

vi. ( like the first ray of sunshine through the window. )

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ❝ i love you. ❞

“don't you fucking dare,” sae sneers, his hold on you tightening to keep you in place.

“sae come on, i have to make breakfast. do you want me to starve?” you protest, struggling to wrestle yourself out of his hold.

but sae's strong, and he's stubborn.

“breakfast can wait, i don't wanna get up yet.”

“how is it about you? i'm hungry sae.”

“and I'm tired, we don't even have breakfast this early on weekends. just lie back down, you know you want to.” sae tugs on your arm, and he's right— his arms held out look big and warm and welcoming.

“i really don't know what to do with you,” you let his arm snake around your waist once again, and pull you back under the sheets, “you're impossible.”

“and you can't resist me,” you think he looks pretty this way— the sunlight highlighting his smile as he pulls you closer, determined to not allow even an inch of space between you both.

“no, i can't resist running away from responsibilities.”

“i love you,” the words roll off his tongue before he can stop himself, it's not really intentional— it's just you and the scent of your shampoo and the flutter of your eyelashes against his cheeks, the curve of your lips on his and the warmth of your skin. it's certain and precise and so full of love— to sae, the idea of loving you comes as naturally as breathing. so it's natural the words are pulled from his throat like it's all just a part of him and spilled between morning mellows and fond chuckles.

“i love me too,” you joke, nuzzling closer into his chest.

“say it back—”

you shut him up with a kiss, “and i think i love you too.”

i wrote this last night and then cried myself to sleep why isn't he real i want him 🥹

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faithshouseofchaos · 6 months

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For all of eternity— Ares!Carlos sainz x Aphrodite!reader

Kind of a Percy Jackson f1 AU

Summary— after eons of being stuck in a loveless and toxic you stand up to your husband.

There is a part two to this that is kind of smutty I’m almost done with writing it 🫢🤭😫

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The story goes that there once was a goddess who was very beautiful and graceful. Everyone thought she was exquisite. They all wanted her hand in marriage but she was promised to another her heart belonged to the god Ares. Despite being in love with another she could never be with him and that was a tragedy itself. Her name was Aphrodite, her mortal name Y/n l/n.

The story repeated itself for Eons until now. Ares, who now went by the name Carlos Sainz jr, decided to become a Formula One driver for the team Ferrari. She didn’t love her husband. She never had. He was cold and cruel. Hell, her husband didn’t love her. He loved the status and the attention of having the most beautiful woman on the planet.

It was now 2023, you lost track of how long you had been stuck in this so-called marriage. It wasn’t all bad you had your secret lover. The Spanish god of war, Carlos throughout history had a reputation for being cruel. That much was true but you knew the compassionate,loving and gentle side of the War god. Carlos was good to you; he loved you for you.

Your husband was one of Ferrari's mechanics. It wasn’t that long ago when your husband caught you and Carlos in a compromising position, both half undressing your legs around Carlos waist one hand at the base of his neck pulling on the hairs there. Carlos lips on your neck, his hand between your legs, fingers moving in and out of you.

Despite knowing about your affair with Carlos that didn’t warrant a divorce. Instead he just became more cruel to you and he started taking it out on Carlos messing with his car causing his season to be shitty.

You see this behavior of your husband and know you can't take it anymore. You want to be free. You want to be with Carlos and he with you, to be able to see each other for who they really are and build a life with the one they love. You decide that's it time to stand up to your husband and that there is no point in keeping quiet.

You see your husband mess with Carlos' car again.

"What are you doing?", you ask again. You're not letting this go and want to make him acknowledge what he's doing. He looks up from the car and finally looks at you, his eyes filled with hatred and rage.

"I'm making sure this thing has no chance of winning today," he snarls. "And I'll keep doing it too unless you promise me you'll cut ties with your little lover boy," he threatens.

Your jaw drops as you hear him, and you can feel the anger rising inside you. You want to lash out and say something back to him, but you know it won't change anything. He's dead set on ruining your life and your relationship with Carlos.

“Why won’t you let me go? We both know you never loved me, not like him. So please let me go”

"I'm not going to let you go anywhere until I'm sure you're not going to run back to him the first chance you get," he replies with a tone of bitterness. "So if you want me to stop messing with that car and start treating you better, you need to give up your little fling and be my wife again."

You're shocked at his audacity, but you know he isn't going to give you a choice. You have to make a call, either give up Carlos and keep this loveless marriage, or risk everything. And you don't want to do that, you don't want to risk the chance of you and Carlos being apart.

You finally reach your decision. You know it's a selfish one, but it's the only way for you to be happy. So you look at your husband, and with all the courage you have you say the words that you know will be the end of your marriage, "No, I won't give him up."

"What did you say!?" he yells at you angrily. "You're refusing me, refusing your husband? Do you have any idea what that means? You've chosen him over me, and that's unforgivable."

"I don't care if you're my husband, you've never loved me and I'm done with you," you say firmly. "Carlos is the love of my life and always has been. I'm not going to give him up for you or anyone else."

The moment hangs heavy in the air. Your husband is filled with rage, but he hasn't made a move towards you yet. Instead, he simply stares at you with contempt and hatred until finally speaking up.

"You're a fool," he says angrily. "If you think I'm just going to let you do this, then you're wrong. I'm going to ruin him and destroy everything you two have. And once I do that, you'll come crawling back to me, begging for forgiveness."

Your husband is stunned by your response, he couldn't believe what he was hearing. He never thought you'd have the courage to go against him like this. But despite his shock and anger, he remains determined to destroy you and Carlos.

“I don’t care I’m done being afraid of you”

"That's it!" he explodes in rage. "I'm done being nice. You've made your choice and now I'm going to make sure you regret it. I'm going to ruin Carlos and I'm going to destroy everything that you two have. So, be warned, you stupid whore, I'm coming for you both".

Your husband stormed off out of the garage nowhere to be seen Carlos’s mechanics began working on what your husband fucked with. Taking a deep breath to regain control over yourself you made your way to Carlos’s drivers room.

The atmosphere in the garage is tense as the Mechanics try to fix what your husband broke. You make sure to stay out of their way and you're headed to Carlos's driver's room so you can tell him about your husband's threats. You don't want to scare him or stress him out, but you can't stand by and let your husband hurt the man you love.

When you reach Carlos's room, you close the door behind you, the tension is thick in the air. He's just sitting in front of his laptop, going over his data and strategy for the race. You sit down beside him and take his hand reassuringly.

"Hey," you say softly. "We need to talk." You feel the anxiety building up inside you, but you know you need to be honest and open with Carlos about your husband. You don't want to keep secrets from him, especially not when it comes to something as important as this.

"What is it?" Carlos asks, the concentration on his face instantly fading as he turns to look at you. You see the concern in his eyes as he reads your expression. You know you need to tell him what happened. He needs to know what your husband said.

You take a deep breath and slowly tell Carlos everything your husband said. You keep it as straightforward as you can, but it's unavoidable that your emotions and fear creep their way into your voice as you talk. He listens carefully and silently, his eyes never leaving yours.

Once you've finished, he remains silent for a moment, taking in everything you've said. His look of concern lingers on your face, but he isn't surprised by your husband's behavior. He knows he'll do whatever he can to hurt you both and ruin everything you have together.

"I'm not letting him get away with this," Carlos says firmly. "I'll be damned if I let him ruin us or hurt you. We haven't come this far just to let him tear it all down. We're going to fight this and we're not backing down or giving up. As far as I'm concerned, his threats are empty and I'm not afraid of him."

“I know but I am. I hate that I terrified Carlos”

Carlos chuckles a bit at your response and squeezes your hand reassuringly. "Don't worry about me, my love. I'm not scared or intimidated by him. I know he's going to do whatever he can to ruin us, and I'm ready for that. I'm gonna fight him every step of the way for as long as it takes, and I'm not going to let him hurt one hair on your head."

You're touched by Carlos's words and confidence. He's not backing down and he's not going to let anything get in his way of protecting you. You realize just how lucky you are to have him in your life. The two of you share a moment of comfort before Carlos breaks the silence once again.

"I don't want you to worry, " he says, his tone serious. "I know I can handle him and I won't let him get to you. But you have the right to be scared, what he said was scary and wrong. I just want to reassure you that I'm not going anywhere."

#carlos sainz one shot #carlos sainz x you #carlos sainz smut #carlos sainz x reader #mclaren carlos #carlos sainz fluff #carlos sainz x y/n #carlos sainz icons #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz f1 #carlos sainz #carlos sainz x female reader #faiths f1 Aus

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scribbledghost · 13 days

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I love me some angst and this idea has been in my head since reading your Fem!Simon fics. This hasn't happened to be me personally but I've definitely seen it happen more than I'd like to say I have. But basically what if the reader has a straight best friend who constantly tries to wedge herself between reader and Simon physically and figuratively. She's always trying to fetch for Simon's attention, compliments, touch, etc. Like girl claims to not like or be interested in woman at all and yet has a habit of wanting to steal the attention away from reader just because she can. How would Fem!Simon go about dealing with that and reassuring her lover in the process because I've seen too many beautiful sweet woman feel less about themselves just from this

Truthfully? Simon won't have it.

She's good at reading people - she has to be for her job. So she can spot what's going on a mile away, probably from the second time said "friend" tries to squeeze herself between you and your girlfriend (the first time, she may chalk it up to a mistake or misunderstanding).

The friend can try all she likes to vie for Simon's attention, but ultimately it will be for naught. In fact, after enough time, Simon may start making a point to give you the attention instead, right in front of her. In the beginning, she'll be more noncommittal (i.e. just responding with single words or maybe a hum of acknowledgement). But as time goes on, she'll start making it really obvious that she's your girlfriend. Not this other woman's. If she still doesn't get the hint and keeps trying to butt in, Simon quickly stops being nice about it.

"Look, if you're startin' to question some things about yourself, that's fine. But I'm not gonna indulge this," she says angrily one night when your friend literally tries to wedge herself between you and Simon. She then proceeds to move both of you somewhere only the two of you can fit (probably sitting in a recliner with you in her lap tbh).

She also turns the PDA up to 11 when this woman's around. Normally, Simon isn't one for showing affection when someone else is present, but she makes many exceptions in this case. She'll sit you in her lap and make out with you in front of her, she doesn't care. Anything to hopefully get this woman to take the hint.

In private, she may ask you if you really want to keep this person around, when she's obviously causing you a lot of distress (and overstepping Simon's boundaries to boot). She's not going to force you to cut contact or anything - she doesn't want you to feel like she's controlling you or trying to isolate you. But she will gently ask if this friendship is actually still beneficial to you, and she'll give you pointers if you need/want them on how to set firmer boundaries with this person. Whatever you decide on that front, she'll support you.

She's also quick to reassure you in any way she can that she doesn't want this other person. She wants YOU. You've always been the one for her, and this doesn't change that in the slightest. Any way you need her to convey that, she will. Soft words, plenty of physical affection, and complete transparency. Your trust is of the highest importance to Simon, and she shows that.

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #fem simon #fem reader #ghost scribbles

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fuxuannie · 1 year

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HIII I FOLLOWED U RECENTLY AND IM LITERALLY JUST BLOWN AWAY BY UR WORKS I LOVE THEMMN

okay listen listen listen. what are ur thoughts on enemies to lovers w dan heng.

OR OR OR WITH GEPARD (idk how thatll work but the idea is very appealing to me AHUEHDUE)

(also i saw it was ur birthday yesterday!! happy belated birthday 🥳🥳 stay healthy n safe, dont forget to hydrate and eat :D)

- idk can i be 😟 anon (my face 24/7 LMAO)

↳ pairing : (seperate) gepard landau & dan heng x gender neutral reader

↳ synopsis : request ♡

↳ authors note : dan hengs is more or less a joke bc i genuinely couldnt think of much for him im SORRYANSBDNS thank you smmm for the sweet messages they rlly warm my heart

☆☆ ONE BED TROPE ⁉️

When the peace between the Overworld and Underworld was established, you and Gepard both agreed that it didn't mean that suddenly you and him were buddy-buddy now. However, with Seele and Bronya becoming allies, it meant that you and Gepard were more often than not being assigned to work side by side.

And with that arrangment coming along, that's what brought you here. In an abandoned building, sitting on a bed with Gepard kneeling between your legs as he bandaged your bruises. "You know, if anyone sees this the angle looks really-"

"Shut up."

You smirk at his fluster, seeing the slight shade of pink that he tries to hide. In return, he not so nicely pulls on the bandages around you, tightening them in a way that was nearly suffocating. "Ow!-"

You won't deny that Gepard was an insanely pretty man, his soft skin and gentle features complimented his.. annoyingly kind soul for those who needed his assistance. He was loved by many, and you couldn't really blame people. Just cause you both were on opposite sides didn't mean you couldn't acknowledge his determination to protect others.

"Your injuries are fatal. We can move by morning, just rest for now."

You look around the room, mostly to ignore how he takes off his heavy armor to to rest properly. "You know it's.. there's only one relatively comfortable place to sleep in, right? Or in other words.. there's only one bed?"

Gepard nods with a sigh, your eyes finally turning back to him as he tries to lay on the floor and use his arm as a pillow. "Yeah. And you're hurt, so you can have it."

He ignores your pitiful stare, closing his eyes until he hears you clear your throat and opening one of them slightly. "It's.. cold. And there's.. enough room."

"Oh? And won't this look like a suggestive-"

"Shut up!"

You ignore his laughter as he stands up, feeling him ruffle your hair as you look up at him. "Asshole. Just.. sleep, will you?"

"Gladly. If it means I won't have to look at your face anymore."

"You know I'm pretty." "Maybe, but you're infuriating."

"Wait, what?"

☆☆ BITTER EXES WHO HUNTS THE OTHER DOWN

Maybe that description was a little detailed, but wouldn't it be funny if you were DAN HENG's ex and you were so pissed at him you joined the Stellaron Hunters. Blade himself started hating him a little more after hearing you rant about him for the 10th time in a day. (He's more pissed that he made you that way and now has to deal with it.)

So when you caught up to him in Luofu, even if you swore to Blade you wouldn't do anything until his business with Dan Heng was over, you just couldn't resist just having a little bite. Just for your own enjoyment.

"How have you been?" "I've been better, especially since you're holding a knife to my throat and pinning me against a wall."

You scoff at his remark while pushing the blade closer towards his neck, not quite enough to cut but grazing his skin to a point he can feel the cold metal. "Shut up."

"Good to know you're still angry at me."

"Why wouldn't I be? You left me with nothing but a poorly written note that had nothing but 'Goodbye.' on it."

That got a little reaction out of him which was him clearing his throat. "Seems like you haven't forgotten either."

"No it's more.. did you not see the other one I left you?" "There was another??"

You and him exchange awkward glances, you eventually pull the knife away from his neck and take a few steps back.

"If it matters at all, you're still really pretty."

"Seriously, now of all times I-"

You laugh a little, causing the familiar feeling of Dan Heng's heart skipping a beat as he looks off to the side. "..Whatever. Just because we had this.. whatever this was, it doesn't mean you're off the hook. You're still gonna be a dead man, I promise you that much."

Dan Heng watched you leave the shadows, until you were out of sight was when he laughed a little. "It's a little odd I found that stupidly attractive but.." He shrugs to himself, not like anyone will know.

#˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ bailu's candy stash #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #dan heng x reader #dan heng hsr x reader #gepard landau x reader #gepard x reader

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eightmakesonebraincell · 4 months

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Which of the mafia!ateez members who are bad boys but when you are there, they showed their soft side?

ooooh this ask scratches my brain real good because the concept of mafia!ateez is all about cold, ruthless men with grey morals who become soft, gooey and protective only for their s/o 😍🤩

(pls note: this is based purely on the aus and headcanons that i've created for my mafia world)

mafia!hongjoong - tbh he wouldn't be soft for you per se, he'd be more of a textbook simp LMAO. look the mans has got to maintain his image as the big scary mafia boss. but the person who really runs the show? you. just say the word and he will be contacting all of his connections, pulling in all his owed favours, utilising all his resources and men; basically anything and everything he can do for you

mafia!seonghwa - if joong is the textbook definition of a simp then seonghwa is the textbook definition of soft 🥹🫶 given your history of trauma as well, seonghwa makes sure to shower you with the gentlest and most tender love that he can give you. you make his life so much more domestic and homey and cozy he feels his heart literally burst every time he looks at you

mafia!yunho - he's also very very soft for you. yunho's nearly lost you once (and by his own hands at that) so he's never going to want to see you get hurt ever again. you always have to remind him that you can do things by yourself but it must be the height difference or sth because the man won't doesn't hear a word. but in saying that, this man also finds joy in teasing and pranking you

mafia!yeosang - hmm yeosang was a bit of a tricky one to think about. growing up, you were the one who took care of him a lot of the times (if we're being real i'm pretty sure most of us want to baby him) and so he was mostly just comfortable with you. i think eventually though, once he became your bodyguard and he started to notice that hang on, you're actually shorter and smoller than him now, the dynamic started to change. yeosang probably doesn't even realise that he's got a soft spot for you

mafia!san - hoOOO OKAY san is soft yes but you drive his protective instincts wild. like he is the type to watch the whole world burn if anyone hurts you. he can never really ever forget that night when you turned up at his apartment, vulnerable and asking for his help. he'd put himself between you and the rest of the world in a heartbeat

mafia!mingi - ik a couple of the other teezers have a civilian s/o too, but for mingi in particular, the fact that you're a normal civilian (that he accidentally dragged into his mafia mess) makes him that much softer when he's around you. he's honest with you and will answer your questions if you ever ask, but there's a larger part of him that wants to keep you far far away from his crimes. you see the best in him and if he could, he wants to only show you that side of him forever

mafia!wooyoung - textbook simp #2 like this boy CANNOT. and i say C A N N O T hide his affection for you to save his life (you definitely get kidnapped once a month because of how obvious he makes it that you're his lover). but wooyoung's affection comes hand in hand with brattiness so he will make it his mission to test how far he can drive you up the wall 🙄

mafia!jongho - jongho is definitely soft, but it's a lot more subtle than the other members. he doesn't express it so much with words or touch but you can see his softness clear as day in the things that he does for you. like FIRST UP the whole joining the mafia to bring justice to your dad's death???? he quite literally upended his whole life for you 🫵 i think also the fact that you two have known each other since you were children plays a part in the subtlety of his soft affection. he knows you like the back of his hand and he'll do things for you without ever being asked and without asking for acknowledgement

#loren answers #sadfragilegirl #< what a mood #thanks for the ask this was such an indulgent one to answer #also i was originally going to make this a mtl #but then i kept putting them all tied for first place #so i was like well this ain't working 🧐#mafia!ateez #mafia ateez

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olderthannetfic · 19 days

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https://www.tumblr.com/olderthannetfic/750768261479694336/yeah-cultural-appropriation-is-a-little-bit

Take my words with a heap of salt, because I didn't read the actual book. All I did was watch some long videos and reading a few reviews. But like, some authors can fuck up even when they're writing about their own culture.

Anyways, I want to rip the author of To Gaze Upon a Wicked God to shreds. She's of Chinese descent, but I honestly felt like she was just exploiting our people's history for "cool" and "novel" plot points for profit. She wrote a fucking colonizer romance between a traitor Chinese assassin and the prince of the invading nation whose idea of peace is to subjugate China without genocide. I guess that makes him better than ✨ the other ones ✨

And before someone rightfully ask if I'm reading too much into it or if I'm misinterpreting anything, they explicitly marketed the book as a "Zutara inspired enemies to lover romance based on the Russian/Japanese invasion of Machuria." She namedrops Unit 731 as an inspiration. You know, the human experimentation base, one of the most horrific crimes against humanity, a permanent scar that won't heal right because Japan insists on never acknowledging its war crimes? Oh, btw, the male lead created the in universe equivalent of Unit 731. Yeah, the love interest.

The whole thing is set in an alternate universe where "Chinese people" aka the Panguians never developed technology because ~magic~ and they fought with bows and arrows because ~magic~ This au version of China, which has no modern weapon and NO MEDICINE is supposed to be Qing China? This really annoys me because she was writing for a primarily western audience, and this weak, infantilized, orientalised mess is already how they picture China during the invasion of foreign forces. Like, I would not be nearly as annoyed if the author herself didn't specify that she was writing about that time period. I actually like orientalism in small doses, it can be aesthetic.

Apparently the marketing surrounding the book is pivoting hard because of the negative reviews coming out. Now, they're acting like the male lead wasn't supposed to be the love interest. The real love interest is her childhood friend of course. Like girl, bffr, you said it yourself it's enemies to lovers and your mc literally just fell in love with the prince while she was being ordered to kill the leaders of her own people.

Last time I was this baffled by the tone-deafness of a Chinese creator vis-à-vis the Century of Humiliation was in 2013, when Ringdoll came out with Hayato the Imperial Japanese soldier bjd

But you haven't read the book...

Look, anything in the het booktok giant background of expensive hardcovers with their spines facing the wall because the pages have a design space is not of interest to me. It all sounds tedious.

But even before the marketing pivot, it was clear that a lot of people were going on hearsay and that the author's comments about Unit 731 were at least a bit more nuanced than the game of telephone that resulted.

I'm with you that genetics don't prevent an author from writing a shitty book, but can someone who's actually read this thing weigh in?

Does it seem like the enemy prince was the original real love interest, or was that early marketing nonsense and he was probably originally intended as a fakeout?

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bbobpul · 11 months

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takes one to know one — yjh

PAIRING. yoon jeonghan x fem reader SUMMARY. two con artists falling in love. that's it. GENRE. angst, fluff, strangers to lovers W/C. 5.4k NOTE. this is heavily inspired by cowboy like me by ts.

*⁠･⁠゜ﾟ⁠(⁠^⁠O⁠^⁠)⁠↝ my other works

i've established a fundamental rule for every man who enters my life—never inquire about a woman's salary, especially if you're not prepared for unexpected answers. equally important, never pry into her profession, as my own job defies easy categorization. it's a realm of uncertainty where providing a definitive answer becomes impossible. my friends have consistently cautioned me about the perils associated with this dubious line of work, but i've always possessed a natural talent for it. engaging in cunning schemes and orchestrating elaborate hustles, i've honed my skills in swindling older men and navigating the shadowy corners of the world.

i'm well aware that the consequences of my chosen path will eventually catch up to me, and it's likely that i will soon pay the price with the wealth from my old man of course. despite the risks, i find a certain thrill in the art of deception, even as the looming specter of retribution hangs over my head, a constant reminder that my actions may not go unpunished.

"didn't you promise me you'd stop doing this and find a real job?" my friend, vernon, asked with a tinge of disappointment in his eyes.

i paused, still in the process of packing my bags, and turned to face him, hands resting on my hips. he had rushed to my apartment when i mentioned that i'd be traveling to italy for a wedding that my old man had asked me to attend on his behalf, promising me money in return. of course, i agreed without hesitation.

"i need quick money right now, vernon," i explained, hoping he would understand the urgency.

"quick money? but you'll be spending a whole week there!" he exclaimed, concern evident in his voice.

"i'll be fine, i promise," i reassured him, trying to sound confident. "and this will be the last time, i swear." the words slipped out, and i knew that it was a promise i had made before, but this time, i wanted to believe it myself. i was determined to make a fresh start after this, to step away from the risky world of deception and embrace a different path. yet, in the back of my mind, doubt lingered like a shadow, a reminder of the allure and thrill that had kept me ensnared in my dubious endeavors for far too long.

vernon's concern deepened, his brow furrowing with worry. "and what if that old man catches on to your deception, hmm? you mentioned before that you feel like he's becoming a little suspicious of you," he reminded me.

i sighed, feeling the weight of his words and the gravity of the situation. "do you know why he asked me to go to italy on his behalf?" i began, my voice tinged with a mix of emotions. "it's because he's dying, vernon. his suspicions don't seem to matter much anymore when he's in the hospital, confined to limited movements." i paused for a moment, trying to process the irony of it all. despite everything, that old man still trusted me, even in his vulnerable state. it was both astonishing and absurd, a testament to the web of deception that i had skillfully woven.

suppressing a laugh that threatened to escape, i continued, "it's almost funny, isn't it? how he continues to place his faith in me, even when i'm not the most trustworthy person in the world." my words held a hint of self-awareness, an acknowledgment of the dichotomy between the trust others had in me and the deceit i had become accustomed to.

"but you won't do anything too risky, right?" vernon asked, genuine concern etched across his features.

"i'll be cautious, i promise," i assured him, trying to quell his worries. "i'll tread carefully this time, and once i'm back, i'll seriously start considering other options for my future."

vernon nodded, his gaze filled with understanding and a glimmer of hope. he had seen me through thick and thin, always hoping for the best for me. as we continued our conversation, i couldn't help but wonder if this trip to italy would be the catalyst for the transformation i so desperately sought, the chance to leave behind a life of deception and embrace the possibility of change. only time would tell if i could truly break free from the grasp of my dubious past and step into a future defined by authenticity and honesty.

vernon's worry deepened, his eyes reflecting concern as he voiced his fears.

"but what if that trip to italy is a trap, and he's planning to harm you? what if he's not as trusting as you think he is?"

i let out a scoff, shaking my head dismissively. "nah, that's not going to happen," i replied with a hint of nonchalance. "he's way too in love with me. he showers me with everything i want, from money to extravagant gifts. i've got him wrapped around my finger."

vernon's expression remained skeptical, clearly not convinced by my casual reassurance. "but you never know, these things can get dangerous," he cautioned.

"i'll be fine, vernon. trust me," i said, trying to sound more confident than i actually felt. while i might have been skilled at swindling and hustling, the risks were never lost on me. yet, the allure of easy money and luxury was hard to resist, and the dangerous game i played had become almost addictive.

vernon sighed, clearly worried but knowing that my mind was made up. "just promise me you'll be careful, okay? i don't want anything bad happening to you," he implored.

i gave him a small smile, touched by his concern. "i promise, i'll be cautious. and when i come back, i'll seriously consider finding a legitimate job," i assured him, hoping that one day, i could break free from the cycle of deceit and find a more honest path in life.

deep down, i knew the risks of my actions, and the consequences of my choices could catch up with me sooner or later. yet, for now, i couldn't resist the temptation of the easy money, and i was willing to take my chances, even if it meant living on the edge. only time would reveal the true price i would pay for my actions, but for now, the allure of luxury and power overshadowed any doubts i had about the dangers that lay ahead.

———————

standing at the airport bar, i fought the urge to let exhaustion consume me. i had a flight to catch, and i couldn't afford to miss it. as i sipped on a cup of coffee, its bitter taste jolting me awake, i couldn't help but reflect on the promise i had made to vernon and, more importantly, to myself. after this trip to italy, i would put an end to the cycle of deceiving men and, in the process, deceiving myself.

the hum of conversations and the clatter of luggage filled the air around me as travelers bustled about, each with their own destination and purpose. it was in this bustling atmosphere that i found a moment of clarity, a chance to confront the choices i had made and the path i had chosen.

italy, with its romantic allure and lavish settings, seemed like the perfect place for me to reflect on my life. it was a place of beauty and indulgence, but it also carried the weight of my actions and the consequences i knew i had to face. as i waited for my flight, the anticipation mingled with a sense of unease, knowing that this trip would mark a turning point in my life.

i watched the clock ticking away, counting down the minutes until my departure. the exhaustion threatened to pull me into a slumber, but i resisted, determined not to let my guard down. this was my chance for redemption, for reclaiming my authenticity and finding a path that didn't rely on deception and manipulation.

the memories of the men i had fooled and the lies i had spun danced through my mind, serving as a stark reminder of the emptiness that lay beneath the surface. the allure of material wealth and the thrill of manipulation had lost their luster, leaving behind a hollow ache that called for something more meaningful and genuine.

as i prepared to board the plane, i made a silent vow to myself. this trip would mark the end of an era, the final chapter of a life built on lies and illusions. it was time to redefine my identity, to find a purpose beyond swindling and hustling. i craved a life where authenticity and integrity took precedence over quick money and fleeting pleasures.

with each step i took toward the boarding gate, a sense of determination and renewal washed over me. i was ready to embark on a journey of self-discovery, leaving behind the shadows of my past and embracing a future filled with honesty and genuine connections.

as i settled into my seat on the plane, the engines humming in the background, i closed my eyes and envisioned a new chapter unfolding before me. italy awaited, not just as a picturesque backdrop, but as a symbol of transformation and redemption. it was here, amidst the rich history and vibrant culture, that i would find the strength to let go of my old ways and embrace a life defined by truth and authenticity.

the plane soared into the sky, carrying me closer to my destination and to the promise of a fresh start. with each passing moment, i could feel the weight of my past choices lifting, replaced by a glimmer of hope and the belief that i could rewrite my story.

italy beckoned, and i was ready to answer its call, ready to face the challenges that awaited me with newfound determination and an unwavering commitment to change.

———————

draped in my elegant brown silk dress and a luxurious fur scarf adorning my shoulders, i scanned the surroundings, taking in every detail and every individual present. the tennis court, usually a place of athletic competition, was now concealed under a vast tent-like structure, transforming it into a lavish setting for the gathering of the fabulously wealthy. as i mingled among the opulent crowd, their chit-chat filled the air, each conversation seemingly a display of privilege and excess. amidst the extravagance, i felt like an outsider, desperately searching for a glimmer of authenticity or a soul that resonated with my own.

in the midst of the sparkling affluence, i yearned for something out of place, something that would mirror the way i felt within this sea of wealth and pretense. despite my chic attire and seemingly effortless composure, i sensed a disconnection, as if i didn't quite belong in this world of opulence. as i observed the interactions around me, i couldn't help but feel like an anomaly, an intruder in this realm of excess. yet, amid the sea of superficiality, i held onto the hope of finding a kindred spirit, someone who, like me, sought authenticity amidst the facade.

as if guided by fate, my gaze fell upon a figure that stood out amidst the crowd, effortlessly captivating the attention of a group of accomplished women. his long, flowing black hair danced in the gentle breeze, a striking contrast to the sophisticated setting. i couldn't help but notice his captivating smile, a smile that mirrored the charm and allure i employed in my dealings with older, wealthier men. it was a smile that concealed secrets, shared understanding, and a shared purpose.

intrigued, i took note of his attire, which stood in stark contrast to the designer labels that adorned most of the guests. his suit, though not designer, exuded an air of confidence and nonconformity. in that moment, a spark of recognition ignited within me, revealing a kindred spirit. i understood that he, like me, had joined this gathering for the same purpose—to swindle the old and affluent. it's like the universe had conspired to bring us together, two souls navigating the delicate dance of deception amidst a sea of privilege.

as our eyes locked, it felt as if he had uncovered the secrets that lay hidden within me. there was an unspoken understanding that passed between us, a mutual recognition of the deceptive paths we had chosen. his approach filled me with a mix of excitement and trepidation, uncertain of what this encounter might entail.

with a boldness that mirrored my own, he asked, "care to dance?" his words carried an air of challenge, as if daring me to venture into the dangerous territory of intimacy.

"dancing is a pretty dangerous game," i replied, offering him my hand nonetheless. i couldn't deny the allure of this intriguing stranger, and in that moment, i decided to embrace the perilous dance that fate had orchestrated. with each step on the dance floor, i knew that i was willingly entangling myself in a web of deception and desire, aware of the risks, yet captivated by the undeniable connection we shared. together, we moved to the rhythm of the music, two kindred spirits lost in a world of shadows and secrets.

"what do they call you?" i inquired, fully aware that he wouldn't reveal his true identity.

"why do you want to know me?" he responded, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"oh, i know who you are, or rather, what you are," i replied, a hint of mystery lacing my words.

"jeonghan," he revealed, the corners of his lips curling into a playful smile. "and you are?"

"y/n," i divulged, surprised by my own willingness to share my real name. there was something about him that inspired a sense of openness, a desire to let down the barriers and reveal my true self. in this clandestine dance we were engaged in, honesty became a dangerous yet irresistible allure.

as the music swirled around us, i found myself entranced by the rhythm of the dance, not caring about the curious gazes or whispered speculations from onlookers. in that moment, all that mattered was the connection i felt with jeonghan, the exhilaration of living in the present and embracing the unexpected.

our bodies moved in perfect harmony, as if we had danced together countless times before. the world around us faded into the background, and it was just us—two strangers bound by secrets, drawn together by a shared purpose.

as the afternoon sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the scene, i couldn't help but feel a sense of peace and contentment. this was my last dance, my final foray into a world of deception and illusion. the allure of quick money and the thrill of swindling were losing their grip on me, replaced by a desire for something more genuine, something real.

as the last notes of the music filled the air, we slowly came to a stop, still holding each other close. i looked into jeonghan's eyes, feeling an unspoken connection between us. it was a connection forged in the shadows, a shared understanding of the life we had led and the choices we had made.

"care to escape the crowd for a while?" jeonghan inquired, a playful glint in his eyes, after our dance had ended.

"absolutely," i replied with a hint of excitement, feeling drawn to this enigmatic stranger. without hesitation, he extended his hand, and i willingly placed mine in his, letting him lead me away from the bustling venue. it was a daring move, following someone i had just met, but an inexplicable connection urged me to take this leap into the unknown.

together, we ventured out into the serene countryside, the distant music fading into the background as we strolled along the quiet, deserted roads. the air was cool and refreshing, the gentle breeze caressing our faces like a gentle reminder of the freedom we had found in each other's company. with every step, it felt as if the world around us melted away, leaving only the two of us, our souls entwined in a moment of shared intimacy and understanding.

curiosity tinged my voice as i questioned jeonghan about his familiarity with the secluded surroundings. "how do you know this place?" i inquired, hoping to unravel the mystery behind his intimate knowledge.

a playful smile curved his lips as he confessed, "i've been here for over a week, exploring the hidden corners and secret gems that this countryside has to offer." his response intrigued me, raising more questions than answers. what had brought him to this remote location? what secrets did he carry within him?

turning the tables, jeonghan posed a question of his own, his gaze fixed on me with an intense curiosity. "why are you here?" he asked, his voice laced with genuine intrigue. it was a query that delved deeper than the mere physical presence in this particular place.

caught off guard by his question, i hesitated for a moment, unsure of how much i should reveal. but something in his eyes, a glimmer of understanding, encouraged me to be honest. "someone asked me to be here," i confessed, my voice filled with a mix of resignation and defiance. it was an acknowledgment of the role i had played, the choices i had made, and the path i had walked until this moment.

a knowing smile played on jeonghan's lips, and his words lingered in the air like a delicate secret shared between two kindred souls. "i know what you are, y/n," he uttered, his voice carrying a weight of wisdom and experience.

a flicker of surprise danced across my features as his words hit their mark. it was an unexpected revelation, a mirror reflecting the truth i had concealed beneath layers of secrecy. in that moment, our connection deepened, as if we were two sides of the same coin, united by our shared understanding of the world we had chosen to navigate.

a mischievous gleam sparkled in his eyes as he countered my confession with a cryptic response, "it takes one to know one." his words held a sense of truth and recognition, unveiling the hidden layers of our identities that we had sought to protect. in this dance of mystery and intrigue, we stood as equals, each harboring our own secrets, united in our unspoken understanding of the shadows we both inhabited.

"engaged in the art of hustling for a better life, weaving intricate tales tailored to their desires," he disclosed, peering into the depths of my existence with a knowing gaze. his words seemed to peel away the layers of my life, exposing the intricacies that lay beneath the surface.

his voice carried a hint of admiration as he remarked, "you're just like me, driven by a single aspiration. nothing else but a taste of luxury, perhaps a fancy car to symbolize our triumph." in that moment, it felt as if our souls had connected, recognizing a shared pursuit of dreams and aspirations that transcended societal norms and expectations.

i breathed in the cool evening air, contemplating my confession. "this will be my last one, you know?" i admitted, my voice tinged with a mix of resolve and uncertainty.

jeonghan raised an eyebrow, his gaze never leaving mine. "your conscience is starting to eat you?" he speculated, seemingly trying to understand my motivations.

"no," i replied firmly, shaking my head. "it's just that... i've realized there's more to life than this. i want to break free from this cycle, from lies and deception. i want something different, something real." as the words left my lips, i could feel a glimmer of hope blossoming within me, the possibility of a new path emerging from the ashes of my past.

his laughter cut through the air, a mixture of amusement and cynicism. "well, good luck with that," he chuckled, his voice laced with a hint of skepticism. "you can never really escape from this, you know? i'm sure you understand deep down that you'll soon pay for your lies. so why bother stopping?"

i met his gaze, my determination unyielding. "because i refuse to be defined by my past mistakes," i replied, my voice steady. "i may have been caught in this web of deception, but i believe there's a chance for redemption. i want to find my own truth, my own path, even if it means breaking free from the comfort of this lifestyle. i want to create a future that's not built on deceit and illusion."

jeonghan's eyes searched mine, a mix of curiosity and disbelief flickering within them. "it's a dangerous game we play," he murmured, his voice tinged with a touch of resignation. "but if you're determined to find a different path, then i won't stand in your way. just be prepared for the consequences that await."

with a nod, i acknowledged his warning, aware of the challenges and risks that lay ahead. yet, deep within me, a flicker of hope burned brightly, driving me to seek a life of authenticity and purpose. as jeonghan and i stood there, on the outskirts of the countryside, we both carried our own burdens and desires, each embarking on a journey that would test the limits of our resolve and reshape our destinies.

"how about you?"

a wistful smile crossed his lips as he shook his head. "oh, no, no. this is my life now," he replied, his voice tinged with a mix of resignation and acceptance. "i've traveled too far down this path to turn back. swindling, hustling—it's become my way of survival."

i could sense the weight of his words, the burden of a life immersed in deception. it was a stark reminder of the choices we make and the consequences they entail. while i sought a chance at redemption, jeonghan appeared resigned to his fate.

"anyway, about the man who sent you here, do you worry that he might discover your deception? i mean, you plan to leave once everything is done."

"well, i won't make a quick exit. once i secure the money in a week, i might extend my stay here for a little while longer. but honestly, i couldn't care less about him."

"what's amusing is that he genuinely believed i was the one for him," i added.

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in the few weeks that passed, as our conversations deepened and our connection grew stronger, it felt as if jeonghan and i were bound by an invisible thread, drawn together by an inexplicable force. despite the brevity of our encounter here in italy, it was as though we had known each other for a lifetime. the barriers of deceit that we had carefully constructed around ourselves seemed to crumble in the presence of our shared understanding.

late-night conversations turned into early morning musings as we explored the intricacies of our lives and the desires that lay hidden beneath the surface. it was as if we could read each other's thoughts without uttering a single word. our interactions transcended the realm of superficiality, delving into the depths of our souls, where vulnerability and authenticity resided.

the days passed in a blur as we reveled in the joy of this newfound connection. the enchanting conversations and the understanding that unfolded between us left me yearning for more, eager to discover the depths of jeonghan's soul and to share the complexities of my own.

as our bond deepened, i found myself opening up about the life i had led, the choices i had made, and the reasons that had driven me to become a hustler. jeonghan, too, shared the secrets of his past, the shadows that had shaped his present, and the dreams that lingered within his heart.

with each passing day, it became clear that jeonghan and i were kindred spirits, seeking solace in each other's company, even amidst a world of deception and duplicity. our connection was rooted in a shared understanding of the emptiness that lurked beneath the surface of our extravagant lifestyles, a void that could only be filled by genuine connections and authentic experiences.

as we strolled along the familiar road, hand in hand, i couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort in jeonghan's presence. the gentle breeze rustled our hair, carrying with it the sweet scent of the countryside. passing by, i noticed a group of curious ladies sharing hushed whispers and intrigued glances as they observed us. it seemed our connection had not gone unnoticed, but their curiosity was of little concern to us.

"what really is your name?" i asked, my fingers interlocked with his.

a soft chuckle escaped jeonghan's lips, amusement dancing in his eyes. "i already told you the first time we met, y/n," he replied, a touch of playfulness evident in his response. his voice, like a gentle melody, brought a sense of familiarity, as if we were revisiting the moment we first encountered each other in italy.

i had initially believed that my encounter with jeonghan would be just another fleeting moment in my life, but now i realize that it has changed me in ways i never expected. he showed me the possibility of genuine connection, and i've come to the realization that i may never experience love again. however, this moment also marks the end of my deceptive ways. from now on, i'm committed to being truthful and sincere in all my actions and relationships.

as i reflect on my newfound commitment to honesty, i can't help but be plagued by uncertainties about jeonghan's true intentions. despite my declaration to leave behind my deceitful ways, i wonder if he shares the same perspective. is he genuinely on the same page as me, or does he view me differently from the people he usually interacts with in his games? am i truly special to him, or am i just another player in his world?

these questions linger in my mind, causing a mix of excitement and trepidation. i find myself analyzing every interaction, trying to discern if his feelings match mine. as we continue to spend time together, i observe the small gestures, the lingering glances, and the moments of shared laughter. they all hint at a deeper connection, but i remain cautious not to let my heart run wild with assumptions.

like the elusive hanging gardens of babylon, whose existence remains a mystery with only written accounts to rely on, i find myself clinging to the words of jeonghan, the person i've come to love. yet, doubt and uncertainty cloud my heart, mirroring the ambiguity that shrouds those ancient gardens.

with each passing day, my emotions hang delicately in the balance, swaying between hope and fear. i yearn to believe that jeonghan is sincere, but a lingering unease gnaws at my soul. like the whispers of ancient tales, the cautionary voices of my past experiences caution me against trusting too easily.

but despite the shadows of doubt, i choose to stay, entangled in the tender moments we share. my heart longs for the promise of love, even as the world around us feels uncertain and veiled. the fragile threads of our connection hold me captive, as i navigate the intricacies of falling for someone whose truth i cannot fully grasp.

in the midst of this emotional maze, i remain suspended, clinging to the spoken word, hoping that the beauty of our love will transcend the uncertainties and blossom like the mythical gardens of babylon. yet, beneath it all, a melancholic undercurrent persists, as i wonder if our love is destined to be as elusive and enigmatic as the ancient wonders of the world.

as my doubts and worries consumed me, jeonghan's perceptive nature picked up on my silent contemplation, prompting him to break the silence with his heartfelt words.

"you know, y/n," he began, his voice laced with a blend of sincerity and conviction. "i firmly believe that each person is granted three significant chances in their lifetime, pivotal moments that shape their destiny. and i am unequivocally certain that you, y/n, are the most significant turning point in mine."

his words washed over me, carrying a weight and significance that pierced through the walls of my uncertainty. i gazed into his eyes, searching for any sign of deceit, but all i found was sincerity and vulnerability. jeonghan's admission left me at a crossroads, torn between my apprehensions and the undeniable connection we shared.

"three chances?" i repeated softly, my heart fluttering with both hope and trepidation. the notion of being a pivotal figure in his life stirred a mix of emotions within me, wondering if i could truly embrace such a role.

"yes," he continued, his voice steady and earnest. "i've spent so much of my life playing games and deceiving others, but you've changed something in me. i can't quite explain it, but i feel like you've given me a chance at something real, something genuine."

the vulnerability in his words struck a chord deep within me. i had always believed in second chances, but the idea of being one of his three felt both daunting and meaningful. part of me yearned to believe in the possibility of a transformative connection, while another part remained guarded, afraid to get swept up in the whirlwind of emotions.

as the words hung in the air, the weight of the moment became palpable. i could feel the gravity of our connection, the potential for something profound and life-changing. but was i ready to take that leap of faith, to trust that his intentions were as sincere as he claimed?

"i don't want to play games with you, jeonghan," i confessed, my voice tinged with vulnerability.

he smiled, "thank you for dancing with me a few weeks ago, y/n."

as jeonghan spoke those words, a rush of emotions washed over me, reminding me of the moment our paths had intertwined on that fateful day. "you're welcome," i replied softly, my heart beating a little faster at the memory. "it was a beautiful dance."

he smiled, that same enchanting smile that had captivated me from the start. "i can't help but feel that it was more than just a dance," he said, his gaze lingering on mine.

i swallowed the lump in my throat, unable to deny the truth in his words. that dance had been a catalyst, the beginning of a connection that had blossomed into something meaningful. "perhaps you're right," i admitted, a hint of vulnerability seeping into my voice.

"y/n, i want you to know that you've changed my life," he continued, his sincerity shining through. "since the moment we met, i knew there was something different about you. you've given me a chance to be true to myself, to leave behind the life of deception i had grown accustomed to."

his words touched my heart, and i couldn't help but feel the weight of the responsibility he had placed on our newfound connection. "i'm glad i could be a part of that change for you," i said softly, my fingers gently intertwining with his.

"you're not just a part of it, y/n. you're the reason behind it all," he said, his eyes never leaving mine. "you've shown me the beauty of honesty, of vulnerability, and i don't want to let that go."

my heart swelled with emotion, overwhelmed by the depth of his feelings and the significance of our bond. "i don't want to let go either," i whispered, my voice filled with sincerity.

in that moment, we stood on the precipice of a new beginning, two souls drawn together by the allure of authenticity and genuine connection. the weight of our pasts seemed to fade away as we embraced the promise of a future built on trust and openness.

as the sun began to set, casting a warm golden glow over the horizon, jeonghan and i stood hand in hand, ready to embark on a journey of love and healing. the gardens of babylon might have been a mythical wonder, but the love we had discovered in each other was real and tangible, a beautiful oasis blooming amidst the deserts of our pasts. together, we would nurture this love, tending to its delicate petals and allowing it to flourish in the warmth of our hearts. and in this newfound love, we found solace, knowing that we had both finally found our way home.

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kiestrokes · 7 months

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Free for all for Vampire!Sunghoon ☕️ gimme whatever is on your mind

Your Partner Won't Let You Sleep | NSFW + SFW

Idol Casting: Park Sunghoon of ENHYPEN. Kim Seungmin of SKZ. Liu Yangyang of NCT. Lee Taemin of SHINee. Rating: NSFW. Mature (18+) Minors DNI. + SFW. Genre: soft hours, hard hours, headcanon, imagine, fluff, crack, smut. Warnings: some super fluff, lovers spat, vampire, dhampir, cursing per usual.

Sexually Explicit Content: cuddling, kisses, hand holding, semi-non-explicit intercourse, biting, sleepy (consensual) sex, reproductive body parts aren't mentioned so this can be viewed as gender neutral.

🗝️ Note: Did a split of two NSFW and two SFW, because my vampire!Sunghoon fic isn't going to contain explicit smut. SFW is above the cut. Let me know if I missed anything in the warnings, hasn't been betaed. Your vamp ice prince @minttangerines

Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction; I do not own any of the idols depicted below.

Park Sunghoon (from a new titled vampire wip: Apricity) "Just stay up with me, I hardly ever have the opportunity to see a sunrise." Sunghoon sighs, gripping your wrist to keep you planted on the window seat next to him. You roll your eyes, enough of a response on its own before tacking on a snarky remark. "Because you're a vampire Sunghoon…in case you've forgotten." His eyes scale up to yours, solemn under his bold brows and you immediately shift your gaze out the window. Sunghoon's fingers release your wrist, but they take their time removing themselves entirely from your body. Drifting over your knuckles, pressing the tips of your fingers into the cold velvet of the cushion. You feel his gaze leave your face the same time his touch does, and the two of you sit in a thick silence watching the winter sky turn from a dusty indigo, drifting into a heather, smoky magenta, and finally a hazy tangerine.

Kim Seungmin Seungmin doesn't even allow you to enter the bedroom, so your storm off to the linen closet to retrieve the pillows and blankets reserved for guests. "You can't sleep on the couch!" You glower a him as you ceremoniously spread the blanket over the couch, "well someone won't let me in our room." You waste no time cocooning yourself in the blankets, ignoring when the cushions dip behind your knees. "I just don't want us to go to bed mad, jagi." You don't acknowledge him because you know those puppy eyes, he has going on will be your undoing. You wake up a couple of hours later crammed between the back of the couch and something solid pressing into your spine. You already know what, or better yet who it is, and you try to squirm away, but the long arm tucked around your waist squeezes you into the alcove of Seungmin's hips. "Don't leave me jagi, 'm sorry." His sleep damp lips pucker against the back of your neck. You sigh, your anger from earlier gone and roll over to pull your snoozing, black lab of a boyfriend against your chest. "If you're so sorry then you will do all of the chores tomorrow, even mine since I did yours today." Seungmin smiles in his sleep burrowing into your chest, "mmmkay."

Liu Yangyang Ooof. Ok, let’s fucking do this. “Baobei, please let’s go to sleep already.” You whined as Yangyang shouted into the mic if his headset. "Just let me finish this round," he calls over his shoulder, not even sparing a glance in your direction. Frustrated, you take matters into your own hands. Tossing off the throw blanket, you abandon your nest on the sofa and prowl over to your boyfriend's gaming chair. Where you slip pointedly into his lap, facing him. "Baobe-" Yangyang starts but you don't give him the opportunity to finish, pushing the headset off and mashing your lips to his. You hear the controller tumble to the floor as his hands find your waist. "I want to go to bed." You punctuate each word with a kiss, making your point that you want him to also accompany you to bed. Yangyang's hands glide up your back, pressing you against him as he stands, walking you back towards the bedroom. Kisses and hands everywhere as the two of you shed your clothing. Falling into bed facing each other, slowly coming back together for a softer, drawn-out fuck. One that leaves you both shaking, limbs gelatinous, eyelids heavy as the two of you drift off to sleep entangled.

Lee Taemin TWO Taemin requests, RIP me. "Don't fall asleep before I get there." Taemin pleaded across the phone. "I won't, I won't." You assured him, wrinkling your nose in an effort to keep a yawn at bay. "I'll see you in thirty minutes, adorable." You of course fell asleep, Taemin decides to wake you up his way. Kissing every inch of exposed skin, biting over clothed parts to stir you. Once you're awake you're stripping him, and he is stripping you. The two of you can't get naked fast enough, and you can't get Taemin between your legs quick enough. Your mind only wants one thing, that's his talented hips thrusting into you and bringing you to orgasm. Taemin is happy to oblige, still riding the adrenaline high of his performance he brings you to climax a couple of times before giving into his own. Bowing over your body, damp forehead pressed against your clavicle, praising you and your body as his spills into you.

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darkk-academic · 2 years

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Smitten

[Five Hargreeves x Reader]

Summary : The fact of the matter is you're smitten. Five is not. Or is he?

Warning : None.

"Will you leave me the hell alone!?"

"No."

It was stupid of him to ask you that question. And by the way he runs his hand through his hair— pulling at the ends a bit, you can tell he knows that as well.

"Can't you, for once, say yes to anything I ask?" he speaks through gritted teeth.

There are many people who would say that they can never say no to their lovers—not that you and Five Hargreeves are lovers in any way, yet—but no is the only answer you can give to Five.

You have to, when all his questions are like—

Can't you stop following me around?

I will kill you, will that make you leave?

So, obviously, this time won't be any different. Still, you try your best not to cringe as you reply, "No."

Jaw clenching as he exhales sharply, turning around, his piercing eyes narrow down on you— pinning you in place.

Your heartbeat surges, pulsating against your neck. His gaze falls down, tracking the moment.

That is not helping at all.

He looks up, peering in your eyes. A brow rising. "Are you afraid?"

You aren't. His presence just has this effect on you, on most of the people in general.

When Five Hargreeves stalks inside a room, he does it in a way that shows that not only does he own the place, he knows it. The lion prowls the jungle, and instinctively, it puts every other animal on guard, unless it's one oblivious doe that does not heed the very blatant warning—it's you, you are that doe.

"No," you affirm. My vocabulary sure is short today, you think.

His lips curl into an almost cruel smirk. "Your heartbeat says otherwise," he mocks. Stepping towards you, closing the space.

It's involuntary that his every step forward is a step back for you. Until there's nowhere left to back away to. Your back hits the wall.

Languidly, he places his hands on either side of your head, blocking you. Tilting his head, he leans in. "What about now?"

Now…

Now you can hardly think straight, let alone string a coherent sentence. If his presence is enough to increase your pulse, his proximity is something else entirely. Your mind has gone foggy, so heady you might as well have been intoxicated.

You scarcely breathe, afraid you will get high on him. But your breath betrays you, nonetheless, hitching ever so softly.

He hears it. Because, of course, he does. Ever so attentive about every detail.

His eyes scan your face, seeking and searching. His brows furrow as he settles his gaze on yours— you stare right back, not cowering, not backing down.

Letting him see it all. The raw, unfiltered feelings that demand his acknowledgement.

In the silence between you two, dwells the whispers of your breaths. His and yours. Intermingling, confessing what you know he won't.

You hear it all the same.

His lips part, a myriad of emotions flashing through his eyes. He shuts them down. A mask falling in place. Clenching his jaw, he backs away. "Just go."

But it's him that leaves. It's always him who leaves.

But no.

You won't let this bring you down. No.

Because now that you had the courage to look in his eyes, hold his gaze. Read him as he reads you. You know.

You don't trample down the hope that blooms within, letting it grow.

Smiling because you know. You twirl in place, huffing a chuckle.

You know. You know. Oh, how you know.

Remembering his words, you stop. Looking around, your gaze spots him a short-distance away.

You chase after him. And once you catch up—he heaves out an exasperated sigh—you answer, smile all but glued on your face.

"No."

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A/N :

Me : Let me write a new chapter instead of another oneshot.

My mind : No❤

Why— 😭😭

Anways, to be honest this just happened, kinda inspired from this fanfiction I have planned. Yeah another Five Hargreeves fic.

I thought about writing that one because of Klaus and Caroline. I thought— Hey! a fic based on that dynamic would be so fun. And yeah...

Hope you enjoyed this adventure!

Thankyou! ❤

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appocalipse · 2 years

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hi!! could you please do a steve drabble with 60 & 70? and congratulations on 600!! <3

thank youuuu 💘 i love your writing btw <3 also i turned this into an exes to lovers, i hope it's okay and to your liking 💋 | “You were never my second choice” & “They're not you” with Steve Harrington.

“I think we should stay a little bit more, just to be sure,” he says. “What if you have a concussion?”

Steve Harrington is standing by the bed, shoulder resting against the white plain wall like he's all calm and relaxed — though his expression is anything but that.

He was at work when he got the call; now he could honestly thank his mom for something: when the local hospital called, she picked up the phone at home. She even went as far as to call him at Family Video and let him know the reason behind the call: your girlfriend, she'd said, she's in the hospital.

Steve didn't even acknowledge the fact his mom didn't know you two had broken up — though it has been a few months now — because when she repeated your name, he felt as if the world had stopped spinning. He mumbled a few almost unintelligible words at Robin — Y/N, accident, gotta go. But he thought she somehow understood, because she nodded her head vigorously and said go, watching as he clutched his keys tightly, running as if his life depended on it.

Well, not his life.

Your brain now registers his arms crossed over his chest, a familiar crinkle of worry between his warm brown eyes; he straightens his posture and stares down at you with utmost intensity.

“I don't have a concussion,” you guarantee, your voice small. You're exhausted, yes, but his presence, his proximity, keeps you alert.

You shift on the bed, about to get up, and he rushes to your side at lightning speed.

“Hey, hey, what are you doing?” Steve nods at your ankle — on a cast — and the crinkle between his brows deepens when he turns to you once again.

You're painfully aware that he's touching your forearm — gently, respectfully, only in hopes of keeping you steady should you need it…but still touching your forearm. Not completely unlike all the times he’d touched this exact same spot before, in a completely different situation, an utterly different dynamic...

“I'm going home. They said I could.”

“They didn't say you should.”

“It's just a sprained ankle, Steve. I'll live.”

You stand. He looks about ready to panic, hand firm on your arm.

He's wearing his Family Video uniform, you notice. Stripes under the vest, even that little name tag. Up close, he smells like good memories and heartbreak, like lazy mornings and sweet words and all the things you wish you could forget.

But you can't.

“Were you at work?” you ask.

His gaze is soft. He can read you like a book. “Don't worry about that.”

“They shouldn't have called you,” you insist, too quickly, too embarrassed. Too familiar. “I'm sorry, I completely forgot you were my emergency contact. I should have-”

“I don't mind.”

“I don't want to bother you.”

“You're not bothering me.”

“Steve,” you try to adjust yourself to the additional weight of the cast on your left foot. He stares at your face as if he is afraid you might break. “You should go back to work. I don't want you to get fired because of me.”

“I won't be fired. Robin will cover for me. Are you sure you don't want to stay a little longer just to be sure?”

“Steve.”

“I can't just leave you here. Let me drive you home, at least.”

His tone is almost pleading.

“You don't have to,” you say, well aware that every minute this close to him is a new opportunity to make a mistake. “I can call-”

Who? None of your close friends have a car, you recall, maybe a bit late. You couldn't lie; he would know in a heartbeat. Steve also knows that your father is normally out of town this time of the month, and so all your excuses die down your throat.

All but one.

“I could take the bus,” you shrug. Sounds silly even for you.

Steve frowns. “Don't be ridiculous.”

Later, when you reach your front door with his arm around your waist — for support and nothing else, you assure yourself —, you’re not really sure of the hows and whys, and maybe it’s better that way.

There are memories coming to the surface; you try to push them to the back of your mind as he leans down to grab the spare key. It’s under a small vase beside the porch, but he remembers it on his own. You don’t have to say anything.

You both enter. The house feels oddly warmer.

The sun is setting outside, painting his silhouette golden against the doorframe. “Are you hungry?”

He gently hands you the crutches you got from the hospital, making sure you have a firm hold on them before letting go.

“I’m not gonna break, Steve,” you say. As if his concern doesn’t make you feel all warm inside.

“I know,” he’s biting the inside of his cheek. Anxious. Not looking at you at first, then staring like there was no other choice. “So, are you? Hungry?”

“I don’t know. Not really.”

“When was the last time you ate?”

He takes your silence as a bad sign.

“I”ll make something for you,” he says.

“Steve-”

But he’s already moving on to the kitchen, towards the fridge and the cabinets. He knows where everything is.

You half walk, half limp towards him with the help of the crutches. He watches your every movement from the corner of his eyes, trying to be subtle — but failing. He looks like he’s experiencing physical pain just from seeing you hurt.

“You don’t have to do this.”

“Sit down and rest. Please?” Steve indicates a chair nearby, hands quickly sorting through everything you have in the kitchen — not much other than a bunch of ramen and a few carrots, he notices, defeated. And worried. How are you even alive eating like this?

He’ll lecture you about that later. Maybe he can even convince you to let him go grocery shopping for you.

Steve settles on a canned soup he finds stored in the back of the cabinet after checking if it’s not expired. He is halfway through warming it up when he glances over his shoulder and catches you staring back at him.

An eternity seems to pass between the moment your eyes meet and when you open your mouth and say, not particularly thinking it through before doing so, “I heard you had a date tonight.”

He’s taken by surprise, that much is clear. “I…Who said that?”

“Dustin.”

Steve rolls his eyes, turning his back on the soup once he’s sure it’s safe to leave it on its own. “Of course he did.”

“It’s okay,” you say. And it should be.

He’s silent for a moment. Then he sits down across from you, leaning back on the chair with his arms crossed. So close yet so far.

“Is it?” he asks.

“Of course.” No, it’s not.

His proximity is suddenly suffocating, his gaze suddenly heavy. Your eyes prickle and you’re not sure why.

“It smells good,” you stand up, not bothering, or remembering to, grab the crutches as you start for the stove, not one bit interested in the soup but pretending to be so.

Steve is up in no time. Which is good, because you trip almost immediately, and his hands on your waist are the only thing keeping you from falling over unceremoniously.

But now he’s close. Closer than before. Closer than he’s been for the last few months you’ve spent apart.

“Careful,” he says, not moving an inch.

Your traitorous, traitorous eyes end up on his lips. You don’t want to get away from him, but you must.

And yet, you don’t move.

Then, unexpectedly, almost unintentionally, he lets out, “You know none of these dates will ever lead anywhere, right?”

You’re not entirely sure you’re breathing now.

“Why not?”

“Because,” he whispers, taking his time, “they’re not you.”

Or maybe you’re breathing too fast. Is there such a thing? Suffocating on too much oxygen?

Maybe more like on too much love.

“Steve,” you mumble. He leans down, closer, the sound of his name on your lips pulling him in.

Then….

“We broke up.”

“No,” he says, lips brushing against yours as he speaks. “You broke up with me.”

He tilts his head to the side, too close, and your breath catches in your throat.

“Steve.”

His voice is nothing but a whisper, “I miss you.”

Your lips part. You wanna reply I miss you too, so much, but you’re breathing each other, his hands now hugging you tighter, closer, more desperate, and there’s a voice in your head saying you should probably remember why you broke up with him on the first place.

So you do.

“I can’t do this. We can’t do this. You’re…”

You step back, not half as gracious as you’d hoped, but still — out of his reach. He lets you. No resistance, arms falling back to his sides.

His eyes tell a different story, though.

“I’m not the one you’re missing,” you say, your own eyes prickling with tears. “Not really.”

“Y/N-”

“I don’t wanna be your second choice, okay? I won’t.”

“You were never my second choice!”

He sighs; licks his lips, runs a hand through his hair. Steve’s a mess; he wants the words, the right words this time, but he feels like he can’t think straight, like you’re slipping through his fingers once again.

It’s complicated. Everything is so complicated.

He wants to make it simple.

He takes your hands in his; gentle, familiar, comforting. Your touch anchors him, his thoughts, his feelings — here, where he wants to be.

“There was never even a choice to make, Y/N,” he brings your hand to his chest, movement gentle, and places it over his heart; carefully, in no rush, finding the exact spot where you can actually feel his heart beating under your palm.

For you.

Maybe he’s being cheesy, he thinks. But he's helpless; Steve couldn’t care less if he does.

“It has always, always been you, from the moment we met, this heart has been nothing but yours, all yours, Y/N. And even if you don’t want it- even if-” he gives your hand a gentle squeeze, eyes wandering everywhere as he tries to grasp the words once again. “I was yours long before I had the guts to let you know. I'd rather be here eating canned soup with you then anywhere else with anyone else.”

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