#I can't believe I'm thinking about this again .

[sunrizef1]

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Pairing: Lando Norris x Fem!singer!reader

Warnings: Cursing

Authors note: I guess I lied about the Lando thing… this songs just so Lando I can’t explain it and I’m actually obsessed with this song rn. You probably have to at least know the premise of the song to understand the second half of this.

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📍New York, New York

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user1 my fav

user2 love her

user3 so pretty 🤩

taylorswift 🩵

yourusername 🤭💋

user4 welcome to New York, so real

user5 I miss Lando

user6 hi queen!!!

user7 new music when

user8 “I love NY not you” lmao Lando get up

user9 now why in the world did max like this

user10 and now Lando will post an Instagram story of him partying with some random girl to prove he’s having more fun than y/n is, we know how this goes

user11 you can not tell me they don’t miss each other

sabrinacarpenter pretty 🤩 🤩 🤩

yourusername no u 💋

user12 I just need a video of her English ass trying to navigate new York please and thx

maxfewtrell hey bestie!

yourusername oh my god get out of here

user13 wtf is max doing 😭😭

gracieabrams I ❤️ u

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oscarpiastri hi

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user14

Now wtf

user15

user10 was right

user16

Alright ig

oscarpiastri

oh okay

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oscarpiastri

Still can't believe you convinced me to do that

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You'll be fine, ill get you concert tickets

can't even tell its you either

oscarpiastri

fine

they better be vip

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Dw they will be

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maxfewtrell

???

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Dw its just Oscar

maxfewtrell

Jesus i cant believe you

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He started it. This is the first time I've included a guy in my posts, landos been doing it for months

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you're gonna be the death of me

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💋💋💋💋

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take care of yourself though y/n

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I am

Thx tho max 🫶

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Yeah yeah 🙄

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user17 oh yay they're gonna sneak diss in their Insta captions again

user18 I miss dad ☹️

user19 she's so pretty omg

maxfewtrell oh wonderful we’re doing this now

yourusername leave

user20 lando its your turn

user21 IM IN LOVE WITH HER

charles_leclerc I'm amused

yourusername congrats

user22 they're so messy I love them

oscarpiastri great he's about to drag me into doing something stupid because of this

yourusername that is not my problem

user23 I sense new music coming along

user24 I do genuinely think he still wants her lowk

user25 they want eachother, don't lie. Its defo mutual

user26 😍😍😍

taylorswift 🤩

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jackantonoff 🤪

liker by yourusername

user27 why is jack here???? New music???

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landonorris I have what I want

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user28 oh… yay

user29 🤩🤩🤩

user30 say what you want about their shitty personalities but they sure do know how to make an aesthetic post

user31 the shade is immense

maxfewtrell im nauseous

landonorris 👍

user32 they’re so into each other it’s actually insane

user33 OH MY GOD WE GET IT YOU MISS EACHOTHER

user34 🤩🤩🤩

user35 he’s so fine

user35 LANDO-

user36 now what’s y/n gonna do

user37 how long until they both apologize and get back together… these are not the posts of people who have healthily moved on from their previous relationship

user38 fine as hell lowk

oscarpiastri this is 100% the most healthy way to handle this

landonorris I didn’t ask

user39 all of their friends are so annoyed and it’s so funny

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Is this a song where you admit you’re still in love with Lando so you both can finally get over your emotional immaturity???

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kinda

maxfewtrell

Oh fr?

I thought you’d just be mean to him for the whole song

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Uhhh-

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user40 IM GONNA GET YOU BACK

user41 oh my god it’s so good

user42 LANDO GET UP

user43 THE CAPTION FROM PARIS WAS A SONG LYRICCCCC

user44 oh so she’s still in love with him

user45 “you were never not mine” 💀

user46 I CAN FEEL IT COMING HUMMIN IN THE WAY YOU MOVE

user47 PUSH THE RESET BUTTON WERE BECOMING SOMETHING NEW

user48 SAY YOU GOT SOMEBODY ILL SAY IVE GOT SOMEONE TOO

user49 EVEN IF ITS HANDCUFFED IM LEAVING HERE WITH YOU

user50 “I’m an Aston Martin” okay lance strollll

oscarpiastri “I’ve got someone too” no you do not 💀

yourusername oh my god shut up

user51 she’s still in love with him dhmu

maxfewtrell when I asked if this was going to be emotionally healthy and not a diss I can now see why you were conflicted…. Bit of both tbh

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maxfewtrell 👎

user52 told my friends I hate you but I love you just the same 😭

user53 SO GOOD

user54 WHETHER IM GONNA BE YOUR WIFE????

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maxfewtrell

…

what does this achieve

landonorris

What do you want

maxfewtrell

Mate come on

you’re still obviously in love with her

and the song litteraly shows she’s still in love with you

all you’ve done is post a thirst trap of yourself with song lyrics on top

landonorris

It’s not a thirst trap

maxfewtrell

I hate both of you

text her mate

you’re happier together

And I’m tired of both of you annoying the shit out of me

landonorris

Fine

Maybe I will

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Thank god

It’d be the first time you listened to me

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That better be Lando or so help me god

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Calm your tits

It is

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YEAHHHH

Finally

I can stop playing matchmaker

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😒😒😒😒

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Oh so this means you’ll both stop dragging me into your dumb shit

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🖕🖕🖕🖕

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user55 YEAHHHHHHH

user56 Y/N LIKED WE’RE SO BACK

user57 my favs

user58 my parents are back together 😭

user59 unlike your real ones

user58 woah???

user59 🤷‍♀️ it’s the truth

user60 I missed them so much 😭😭😭

user61 admitted you love your ex-gf on main, this is self-improvement

yourusername pick your poison, babe

landonorris I’m poison either way

user62 I appreciate the repeating lyrics at each other because it is cute but those are not the kindest lyrics to be repeating 😭

user63 who knew that shit-talking your ex in a song could get him to re-admit his love for you

maxfewtrell took you long enough

landonorris legitimately who asked you

maxfewtrell I’m the reason this even happened in the first place. Watch your tone.

landonorris thanks i guess

maxfewtrell “I guess” @/yourusername this is how happy he is to have you back

yourusername landoooo

landonorris sorry. Thank you so much max, I’m so grateful you brought the loml back to me.

maxfewtrell you’re welcome ☺️

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user64 she got him back 🥹

user65 YEAHHHHH LFG

user66 awwwww

user67 I love them so much

user68 sleeping on the highway tonight 🫶

oscarpiastri 🥳🥳🥳

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user69 these pictures are so cute oh my god 😭

user70 IM GONNA GET YOU BACK

landonorris you decided wether you’re gonna be my wife or smash up my bike yet?

yourusername still not sure… maybe both 🤔

user71 BOTH?????

user72 YEAH YEAH THATS FUNNY AND ALL BUT SHE JUST SAID SHE’D MARRY HIM

maxfewtrell congratulations nerds

yourusername thanks mate

user73 I’m in love with both of them

user74 they’re both so much happier together I really hope they stick this time

user75 and when she releases a love album then what

landonorris ily 🫶

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user76 Jesus Christ they’re such teenagers 😭 USE FULL WORDS 😭😭😭

user77 no I get them. I wouldn’t post full love confessions in an Instagram comment section either lmao

user78 they got each other back 🫶

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[peaceloveandf1]

What I Love About The South!- LN4

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pairing: lando norris x reader

rating: e for everyone!

warnings: none!

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"Hey...we've landed", a soft voice flooded my ears as I was softly shaken awake.

"have we?", I questioned my boyfriend. It had been a 10 hour flight from London to Austin, Texas.

"yeah babe, c'mon let's go see everyone" Lando said, dramatically pulling me from my seat.

I groaned as I stretched my arms and legs before grabbing my bags and making my way off the plane after Oscar and his girlfriend Lily. As we loaded our bags into the car waiting for us, I was filled with so much excitement; I am home. To get to show my boyfriend and my friends abroad my home is so exciting. Of course they've been to Texas before, but this will be the first time they come to my hometown and my family's farm.

"So how long of a drive is it?" Oscar asked me from the back seat.

"mmh it's about a 2 hour drive from where we're staying for the race" I explained to them as I slipped behind the wheel and set off. We had landed in Texas almost a week early in order for all of us to be able to explore and hang out on the farm until the grand prix. My parent's farm sits on over 20 acres in the small college/farm town of Waco, Texas. This is the first time I'll be home in a year, after I graduated from Baylor University and left my hometown for London and a job in finance. I can't believe what my life has become and I can't believe my boyfriend is about to meet my parents for the first time.

I squeezed Lando's hand in excitement as we arrived at the gate to my parent's ranch.

"I'm really excited babe." He said, running his thumb over my knuckles. After the almost mile drive up to the house, I parked the car to greet my family.

The four of us grabbed our bags and as soon as my parents laid eyes on Lando I could tell they loved him.... and after a 2 hour conversation with them, I can confirm: they totally love him.

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"Baby,I think I could stay here forever", Lando whispers in my ear as I stare at the fire.

"You're lucky they haven't put you to work yet" I giggle, leaning my head on his shoulder.

"I think if I got to stay here with you forever, then I'd do as much work as they want", he said, kissing my forehead.

"I'm happy you like it here. I was worried it might be a bit slow paced for you" I say softly.

"I like to slow it down sometimes. Especially when I'm with a cute girl who wears boots and talks funny", he said, poking me in my side elicting a laugh from me.

"I talk funny? Speak for yourself", I retort.

"I'm only playing, plus the farm gives me another reason to love the south", he said somehow pulling me closer in the act.

"oh yeah? what are the other reasons?", I turn looking at him, surprised at what he was leaning towards, seeing as we haven't said the "L word".

"mmhm I don't know if you've met her but there's this pretty cool girl from Texas. She's got this accent that drives me mad, she's real smart, and she's stunning inside and out", he whispers to me again.

"She sounds really great", I whisper back; "reminds me of this guy I met in London. He's a racing driver, he's real handsome, and he's just so sweet".

He pulls me closer as I finish my sentence and places a kiss on my forehead. As his lips leave my forehead, he tilts my chin up so that my lips can meet his. The kiss is familiar and soft, like always, so sweet. Pulling away, Lando rests his forehead against mine.

"I love you", he breathes out.

"I love you too"

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[garykingz]

girl I like your take (“Charles has a crush on Max but it’s completely different to Max having crush on Charles). Explore pls!!!!

Omg, nonnie, I could go ON about how different yet the same these two are with each other. Body language is absolutely everything with Max and Charles, though I'm sure everyone knows this. Max's yapping isn't everything.

Honestly, I genuinely believe with my heart of hearts that Max has an actual crush on Charles, there is, and it sounds like a joke but I'm being serious, no heterosexual reason for him to act the way he does around him. (This is coming from an aromantic, so it's not like I'm seeing something that's not there.)

I've made a post before about how I think some of these guys are not straight but bc of how F1 is built on dodgy sponsors(BIG MONEY) and can't forget the corrupt FIA, they can't just say it. That's a whole other can of worms I won't get into rn tho.

Anyway – the way I see is that Charles absolutely, without an ounce of doubt, knows Max has a crush on him. Like the OP mentioned in their post, how Charles' Christmas gift to Max was the F1 game with all of Charles' face on it, with the tag "for my biggest fan." Yeah, he knows. And he encourages it.

And not to say Charles doesn't crush as hard on Max as Max does on him, Charles absolutely does. He just tries to be nonchalant about it. But his giggles fail him every time Max opens his mouth.

I think the joint Vegas interview is a good example of this. Charles tries to be serious with Max but Max is clearly doing his damnest to make Charles laugh, which obviously, Charles does. Once again, the way Charles looks at Max in this, he knows Max is trying to make him laugh too. (Max also literally quoted Charles' joke from an interview that he wasn't even in, meaning Max WATCHED it in his own time.)

THIS ONE REALLY GETS ME, MAN. Max and Charles look at each other, Max lingers longer on him and Charles ???? Starts touching himself ???? Like he still thinks Max is looking at him??????? Max looks off to a screen that's on them AND LOOKS AT CHARLES AGAIN BC HES ACTING THAT WAY?? WEIRDOS.

Charles wants to be nonchalant and chill so bad but he's not slick. He's just as down bad as Max is and thinks we don't see it.

(GIFs belong to @pretzelgotze)

Or when Charles stopped mid interview to go speak with Max.

Or Charles, not getting podium at all, yet running for his life, leaving his radio on for Xavi to still ask if he's there, the car empty, because he wanted to be the first one to congratulate Max on his WDC in Qatar last year.

Or Charles ditching his little jeep for him and him alone to go and sit with Max, even though the car is NOT made for two people, he sits in it anyway and they both get driven away as they wave at the cameras. It's giving just married.

This is long as hell now, apologies, told ya I'd ramble LMAO

Anyway, conclusion: Charles tries to hide the fact that he has a crush on Max but his body language and giggling fails him every single time.

Extra conclusion: not to be taken TOO seriously but they are in fact my ken dolls that I make kiss

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[dreamauri]

♪ — 𝗪𝗜𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗜𝗡? - part five max verstappen x reader (fluff) “. . . when he wants to be normal, he can count on you, stranger.”

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Max felt like he was going to throw up when he read your newest messag

y/n — call! i can't believe what just happened

He's just dropped you off at your hotel 5 minutes ago, at this point you should be in your room packing for your flight. The ducth was anxious for a several amount of reasons. He didn't think he could call you so soon without you recognizing his voice.

And two, the thought of logging in as Amilian again was making him feel like he's seriously sick. He can't go back to hiding behind a name and a fake profile. He wanted to be normal the way you were with him.

amilian — i can't speak, but i can listen if you still want to talk

Max was glad he was back in his apartment, phone disgarded on the floor with the unsent message as he threw up the creps you had made in the morning. He felt like shit. One, he was lying to you. Two, he felt like Amilian was an imposter in his life that was slowly eating him.

And three, he threw up the food that you put effort in and was so happy to eat. He stared at the half digested food, feeling like he was going to cry. He dreamed about eating your cooking for two years and a half and when he finally does he throws it up in addition to wasting food.

Max sat on the floor of the bathroom, wiping his mouth and flushing the toilet as he sent the message, the 'you're getting a phone call' icon appearing sooner than he'd like.

"I made a friend." You say relieved as soo as the man picked up. Max nodded to himself even though you couldn't see. "You were right about clubbing. I shouldn't have went alone." Something bad would've happened but it didn't thankfully." Max sighed in relief even though he knew the whole gist because he was there.

amilian — are you okay?

"Yeah, I'm okay." you breath out. "Someone stepped in." Max nodded again and wiped his eyes. "He uh, he's a good guy. He let me stay at his for the night and gave me a bed. I was passed out so he got his sister to put me in something comfortable. I'm . . . I really appreciate him."

amilian — im glad you're safe

amilian — where are you now?

"I'm in my hotel room." You sighed, putting the phone on speaker as you looked around your room. "My flight's in three hours so I have to leave in a few."

And now Max felt even worse. He didn't want you to leave and be so far again from him. Now that he's gotten a taste he want's the whole serving. He needs you in a way that pains him. His apartment that's empty for more than three quarters of a year felt even emptier once your lively energy showed him what could be.

he stayed silent, pressing the phone to his ear as he listened to you, wiping the occasional tear as one of his cats came to lay on his lap. At least he wasn't fully alone in this world.

Max has to put Amilian away. This is not right. He's lost touch of the real world.

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[mrsbuckybarnes1917]

13: NEW BEGINNINGS

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You and Bucky are finally able to admit your feelings to each other.

Word count 3.4k

Warnings: confessions of love, Sam being the best wingman (pun intended)

It had been a long and difficult week, filled with painful rehab sessions and slow progress. But finally, you were starting to feel more like yourself again. Your voice was still weak from disuse, but you were delighted to hear that the doctors were ready to remove your tracheostomy tube. It was a small victory, but it meant that you were one step closer to recovery.

Despite the progress, you found yourself getting tired easily and napping often. It was frustrating, but you knew that it was all part of the healing process. The physiotherapists had refused to let you wear the speaking valve after they discovered that you had some trouble the previous night, rendering you speechless for the day.

What worried you more was the fact that Bucky, who had been by your side throughout your ordeal, seemed to be spending less and less time with you. You couldn't help but wonder where he went when he wasn't with you. Old insecurities started to resurface, and you found yourself questioning whether Bucky's feelings for you had changed now that you were getting better. The tenderness and care that he had shown you in the beginning seemed to be fading, and it left you feeling lost and confused.

As time ticked on, you couldn't shake the feeling that Bucky was pulling away from you. You suspected that he was going to see Priya, after all, she had made it abundantly clear she wouldn't give him up. The thoughts had you rebuilding the barriers that had come tumbling down after your injury. 

Sam was by your bedside this afternoon. Listening to him chatter about Cass and AJ's most recent antics. He chuckled at the reason that Cass had received detention, but you had zoned out and looked surprised when Sam started laughing. 

He looked at you with concern filling his beautiful brown eyes. “What's up with you? Not feeling good?”

“Sorry,” you mouthed at him. 

“What's wrong, little bug?”

You pulled out your phone and sent him a text. It took a moment for Sam to understand that you had sent the message to him.

“Oh right. Thought you were ignoring me for a second there,” he chuckled, reading the words on his screen.

>>>> I'm okay, just tired.

“Tired, huh? And here I thought you might be lamenting over a certain broody super soldier.”

You gave him a solid deadpan stare, before your eyes involuntarily flicked towards the door, as though the mere mention of him might summon his presence.

>>>> I thought things were better but…

What you wanted to say was ‘I can't shake this feeling that Bucky’s pulling away from me.’

“What do you mean?” Sam asked.

>>>> He's been spending less and less time with me.

You stopped yourself from adding ‘and I can't help but think he's going to see Priya.’ To your surprise, Sam texted you in return.

Sam << Have you talked to him about it?

>>>> No. How do I even bring it up? He’s with her, right?

Your mind said ‘he's choosing her over me.’

Sam dropped his phone with exasperation. “Cricket, that's not true! Bucky loves you more than anything else in the world.”

You rolled your eyes.

>>>> How do you know?

“Because he told me. Isn’t that good enough?”

>>>> I don't know if I can believe that unless it comes from him.

“You need to talk to him. Communication is key in any relationship.”

>>>>  You sound like an online therapy programme.

Sam guffawed.

“Honestly, I'm kinda surprised by how quickly you forgave him for all the shit he gave you. I mean don't get me wrong, I'm glad you two are friends again but...”

You were surprised by Sam's openness. Natasha and May felt the same way, you were sure, but it was shocking to hear it from Sam who was usually more of a diplomat. It wasn't as though you hadn't thought about all the things that had happened between you, but you couldn't seem to let him go.

>>>> I was scared, Sam

>>>> And he was there and I…

You pressed send, even though you didn't know how to express the sentiment. Despite everything that had happened between you, you still craved his presence in your life. Sam put a comforting hand on your leg.

>>>> I thought I was going to die

>>>> I know, I know. Being an Avenger and being scared of death. Dumb, huh?

>>>> Even after everything, the thing that scared me more was that I might never see him again

>>>> I just don't want to push him away again

“I'm all for team Bucket but I think he has some groveling to do. But trust me, he won't go anywhere.”

You scrunched your face in confusion and mouthed ‘team Bucket’ at Sam. 

“You know, Bucky and Cricket, it's a ship name. Look, that was all Tony!” Sam shrugged as you giggled silently. “Just talk to him, okay?”

>>>> Okay, I'll try. Thank you, Sam

“Anytime. Just remember, Bucky cares about you more than you know.”

>>>> I hope you're right. Thank you for being here for me

“Always. Now tell me you’ll talk to Bucky. Everything will work out, I promise.”

>>>> I will. Promise

Sam looked up from his phone to see you holding out your pinky finger for Sam to wrap his around. As you sealed your pinky promise, Sam kissed you on the forehead. “Now get some sleep, you look like you need it.”

*

As you opened your eyes the following morning, you saw Bucky was back at your bedside. He looked tired and worried, and there was a hint of relief in his eyes as he saw you wake up. Clearly he had come back the previous day, but you had fallen asleep before his arrival. He handed you the speaking valve for you to clip onto your tracheostomy tube.

"Why’re you still here, Bucky? Everything’s fine, you should go home and get some rest," you said, voice filled with concern. 

"Trying to get rid of me?" he teased, a cheeky grin gracing his lips and lighting up his tired features.

You rolled your eyes, suppressing a smile. "Mostly because you look homeless right now," you replied.

Bucky chuckled. "Peachy. I give your voice back and it’s straight to the insults."

"Hey, you know you love me!" Your eyes shone with affection.

Bucky blushed and smiled. "Can’t deny that," he admitted.

“Really Buck, you don't have to stay. It's not your responsibility. I'm a big girl, I have to learn to take care of myself,” you said softly, your voice tinged with sadness.

Bucky shifted uncomfortably, his eyes avoiding yours. “You know, you and Steve are exactly the same. He used to say that to me a lot after his mom died,” he observed, finally meeting your gaze.

You nodded, understanding dawning in your eyes. “Yeah, he has a hard time accepting help,” you agreed, a small smile playing on your lips.

“But I'm here for you, Cricket. I want to help you through this,” Bucky said earnestly, taking a step closer to you.

You looked at him, your heart torn between wanting to believe him and the fear of being hurt again. Bucky had let you down before, and you couldn't bear the thought of going through that pain once more.

"What, when you feel like it?" you asked, your tone bitter with the hurt and disappointment you had been feeling.

Bucky's expression fell, and he looked down, shame coloring his cheeks. You could see the regret in his eyes, and a part of you softened at the sight.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," you said sadly, feeling the weight of your emotions pressing down on you.

But then, Bucky looked up, determination shining in his eyes. "Cricket, I promise you, I will always be here for you. Always," he vowed, reaching out to take your hand in his.

You hesitated, unsure if you could trust his words. "Except when you're mad," you pointed out, your voice tinged with skepticism.

Bucky sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Do you even know why I was angry?" he asked, his tone pleading for understanding.

"Because I didn't get you a dumb birthday gift?" you replied, feeling a mix of frustration and confusion.

Bucky shook his head, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Cricket, why’re you like this?" he asked, his eyes searching yours for an answer.

"Like what?" you countered, feeling a surge of defensiveness rising within you.

"You've been lying to me for months," Bucky stated, his voice gentle but firm.

You felt a lump form in your throat, the weight of your secrets pressing down on you. "I don't know what you want me to say," you admitted, feeling vulnerable and exposed.

"What's going on in that head of yours? Just help me understand what you're feeling," Bucky urged, his gaze filled with concern and a hint of frustration.

Bucky's heart sank as he watched you avoid his gaze, preferring to fiddle with the strings on your hospital gown. He had never seen you like this before, so vulnerable and distant. He knew he had to get to the bottom of what was troubling you, no matter how difficult it may be.

Bucky reached out and gently lifted your chin, forcing you to look at him. "Cricket, please talk to me. I can't help you if you don't tell me what's wrong," he pleaded.

Taking a deep breath, you let go of your defenses and allowed yourself to be vulnerable with Bucky. "I’m sad," you whispered, tears welling up in your eyes.

Bucky took your hands in his. “That’s good… that you’re telling me this, not that you’re sad. Can you tell me what’s making you sad?”

“That things aren’t like they used to be… with us.

“And this is because of Priya?” he asked, cautiously. 

You nod, taking a deep shuddering breath, knowing that if he asked you a direct question, the truth would come out and it terrified you. But you’d been hiding it for too long and it was eating you alive.

“You don’t like her?” 

“I didn’t have any specific problem with her… up until your birthday.”

“Yeah, I can understand that.”

You looked up at him curiously.

“I found the gift you got me.” Bucky moved closer to you, so he was sitting beside you on the bed, still holding your hand. “And I read the note.”

“Yeah?” Your heart was pounding with fear and anticipation.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “What you wrote… I… I don't think anyone has ever done anything so special for me before?”

“What, not even Steve coming to Azzano to break you out of a Nazi prison?” you joked, trying to divert attention from yourself.

Bucky chuckled. “Stop deflecting.”

“Sure thing, Mr. Pop Psychology. Who suddenly gave you a masters degree in psychotherapy?”

“What you said… did you mean it?”

You frowned, not a hundred percent sure of what he meant.

“In the message on the birthday card,” he clarified seeing your confusion.

“Every word,” you answered earnestly.

“I’m sorry for what happened… with Priya.” 

“That wasn’t your fault,” you shrugged.

“But I was the one so ready to believe that you didn’t care about me. After everything we’ve been through together, I should’ve given you the benefit of the doubt.”

But another question was plaguing your mind. “How long have you known?”

“Known what?”

“About what Priya did.”

“The same day that you were hurt. I was coming to find you when Steve got your message. I just got back from that mission with Sharon.” His voice tailed off, knowing what your next words would be about.

“Why were you on a mission with Sharon?”

“Because I asked Steve to assign me a different partner,” he mumbled.

You nodded, as he confirmed your suspicions. “Of all the things that’ve happened, I think that’s the most hurtful thing you’ve done.”

“So you just decided to leave? Without saying a word?” He couldn't keep the sourness from his words.

“Who was I supposed to say it to? You were acting like I didn’t exist. You didn’t even say goodbye when you walked away from me. What if something happened out there?” Your eyes filled with tears again. “What if you didn’t come back? What was I supposed to do then, Bucky? Huh? You left me!” Your voice cracked as your tears fell.

“I know, I'm sorry.” He put his arms around you, holding you tightly. He whispered his apologies into your hair as he held you to his chest. “I'm sorry.”

As you composed yourself, you pulled out of his embrace, wincing as the stitches in the side of your abdomen are put under strain. “Please don't,” you pushed away his hand as he tried to help you. “How does your girlfriend even feel about you being here 24-7? She made it pretty clear to me that she wasn’t giving you up.”

“She did what?” Bucky’s voice rose an octave and his eyebrows flew up into his hairline. “When?”

“Didn’t she tell you why we were in the park together?”

“I haven’t seen her since we brought you to the hospital. We’re not…”

“What happened?” you asked, surprised to hear this development.

“We broke up.”

“Why?” 

Bucky took a deep breath, trying to gather his thoughts before speaking. "Because she's not you," he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your eyes widened in surprise, your expression a mix of confusion and realization.

"What do you mean she's not me?" you asked, your voice tinged with disbelief.

Bucky looked down at his hands, fidgeting nervously. "I mean... she's not you. She's not the one I want to be with. She's not the one who makes me feel safe and loved. She's not the one who understands me like you do."

"I was so scared of losing you, that I ended up acting totally crazy and almost lost you anyway. Bucky, I…” you sighed. “I don't know why this is so hard for me to say… I care about you. You're everything to me… I… I love you."

Bucky's eyes softened as he reached out to gently lift your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. "I'm sorry, Cricket. I didn't realize... I didn't know how you felt."

You sighed, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders as you finally spoke your truth. "I've been hiding it for so long, Bucky. I've been pretending that everything was fine, but it wasn't. I missed you. I missed us."

Bucky's thumb brushed against your cheek, wiping away a stray tear. "I missed you too, Cricket. I missed us too."

You leaned into his touch, feeling a sense of comfort and familiarity wash over you. “I don't want to hide it anymore, Bucky.”

Bucky's eyes sparkled with emotion as he pulled you into a tight embrace, holding you close as if he never wanted to let go. "I’m so glad to hear you say that, Cricket. I love you too."

In that moment, you felt that your world was complete. Bucky was everything you needed and he felt the same way about you as you did for him. You craned your neck back to look at his face, and as he caught your eye, Bucky cupped your cheek tenderly. Your hearts beat in unison as he leaned in closer. The tension between you palpable, the air thick with desire. And then, in a moment that seemed to last an eternity, his lips met yours in a soft, tender kiss, his heart soaring as you kissed him back. It was like nothing either of you had ever experienced before. The world around you faded away as you lost yourself in Bucky, your bodies pressed together in a sweet embrace. The kiss was gentle and sensual, filled with a depth of emotion that words could never express.

Eventually Bucky pulled back, gasping a little to fill his lungs with the air he had been deprived of. Even as a super soldier , Bucky still needed oxygen. He blinked in confusion, bewildered by the mischievous twinkle in your eye.

"I win that round, huh?" you said, a playful grin on your face.

"What do you mean? How are you not out of breath?" he asked, his heart still racing from the kiss.

You pointed to the tracheostomy tube in your throat, a small smile playing on your lips, a hint of laughter in your voice. "I can breathe through this, remember? So I win this time, Sergeant Barnes. Whoever breaks the kiss is the loser."

Bucky couldn’t help but laugh with you while shaking his head, feeling a sense of relief washing over him. He had always loved your sense of humor, even in a moment as intimate as this.

*

You sat on the edge of the bed, overjoyed that you had been deemed fit to leave the hospital. As you stared out of the window at the bountiful greenery that surrounded the urban hospital building, Bucky approached you quietly, his footsteps barely making a sound on the sterile floor.

"Hey, Cricket," he said softly, taking a seat beside you. "I heard it's time for you to come home."

You turned to look at him, your eyes filled with happiness. "Hey! That was my news!" you joked.

"Do you want me to get the rest of the team to help move you back home?"

You took a deep breath and looked out the window again, contemplating your response. You had been thinking about this moment for a while now, and you knew you had to be honest with Bucky.

"I appreciate the offer, Bucky, but I don't think I want to go home just yet," you said, your voice steady.

"What?" Bucky's face fell dramatically, panic on his handsome features. But you were ready for this reaction. 

"Look, Buck, I'm not saying I don't want to be with you." You put your hand on his thigh. "I just... it's been a lot, you know? I..."

Bucky looked surprised, but he nodded understandingly. "I get it, Cricket. You've been through a lot and maybe you need more time to heal."

You smiled gratefully at Bucky. "Exactly. And I've been thinking... I want to stay in my apartment and teach at the Academy. I've never lived on my own, been self-sufficient. I went from living with my family, to working for S.H.I.E.L.D., to being an Avenger. I just think it's time for me to be me. I want you to have the best of me."

Bucky sighed, pouting and running a hand through his hair. "But we could use your powers on the team. You're a valuable asset, Cricket." 

"I know," she replied, her voice tinged with sadness. “But I need a fresh start. I need to figure out who I am outside of being a superhero or an agent. I want to continue working at the Academy and make a difference in my own way."

Bucky nodded, understanding your need for independence. "I respect that, Cricket. But promise me that if we ever need your help on a mission, you'll be there."

Cricket smiled softly. "Of course, Bucky. I'll always be there when you need me."

Bucky reached out and took your hand, his touch warm and comforting. "I'm going to miss having you around all the time."

You squeezed his hand back, feeling a pang of sadness at the thought of leaving your teammates behind. "I'll miss you too, Bucky. But this isn't goodbye forever. We'll still see each other all the time, I promise."

As you sat in silence, the weight of your impending separation hung heavy in the air. But you knew that this was a necessary step for you to find yourself and for your relationship with Bucky to grow stronger.

"What will this mean for us?" he asked, tentatively.

"Well, I hope, a fresh start. One where we can both communicate better with each other."

Bucky grinned at you sheepishly. "I promise, from this point on, I'll always be here for you, no matter what. Even if I'm mad, or sad, or..."

"Horny?"

Both of you burst out laughing, plenty embarrassed and slightly aroused.

"That one is guaranteed." Bucky grazed his finger over your arm, leaving a trail for goosebumps in its wake.

 "I love you, Bucky."

"I love you too, Cricket," Bucky whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead before reluctantly letting go.

As you prepared to leave the hospital and start your new journey, you felt a mix of emotions - excitement for the future, sadness at leaving your old life behind, but above all, a sense of hope for what was to come. And as you looked out at the greenery outside the window, you knew that you were ready for whatever challenges lay ahead. Everything felt different now and with Bucky by your side, you were confident that the two of you could face anything together.

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accidental confessions

how the bluelock men would confess to you

includes: sae, nagi, rin

sae itoshi

sae didn't mean to confess, he really didn't. it was purely accidental. to him, in a world full of football and being the best there wasn't any time for love.

but you were his manager (sneek peak into an upcoming fic btw), you dealt with him so kindly, despite his temper tantrums and attitude worse than a teenager who had a bad day. so how was he supposed to not fall for you?

so when you were scolding him for not paying attention and being distracted be it listening to what you were saying or just being "out of it" in general, he snapped.

it was late evening after a particularly intense practice session with the team, but sae, of course stayed back, he was having a shitty week, both in and out of practice, he would himself distracted very often, but he didn't know others could notice it, not until you approach him. "sae? it's getting late you should probably head back" he stops dribbling the ball to stare at you with a deadpan expression as he curtly replies with a "no", now that was annoying, you couldn't exactly leave until he did, him being distracted all week was not only a hindrance for him, but for the entire time and you. "for god's sake stop acting like a child sae and just go home. you've been distracted all week and because of that not only you but the entire team and me had a shitty week, so please just go home and rest."

that caught his attention, as he suddenly halts. he didn't like any part of what you just said. was his performance so lackluster that everyone was hindered? well now he had to do something about this crush, didn't he?

"well, i'm sorry that i fell in love with you and now you won't fucking leave my damn mind and now i'm fucking distracted almost always because all i can think about is you. i didn't mean for this to happen either but i can't do shit about it."

now this was all confusing to you, because THE itoshi sae loves you? and you're on his mind 24/7? you're the reason he's distracted? there were so many questions running through your head. "you what...?"

"i said it once and i won't say it again. it doesn't matter anyway." he grabbed his duffel bag angrily slinging it over his shoulder heading out of the field without doing his usual routine.

doesn't matter anyway? how was he so wrong? was he that oblivious that he didn't notice your feelings for him?- were all the thoughts that ran through your head. before sae could go any further, you catch up to him "you're stupid. you're so so so fucking stupid, and very rude."

stupid? rude? what did you mean? what did he do? he knew you didn't feel the same but how was that rude? wasn't he understanding?

"i find it so incredibly rude that you think i'm not head over heels with your oblivious ass. are you a brick or something? because you're dense as fuck." you breathed out, looking straight at him, though his back was facing you.

he was overwhelmed, the itoshi sae was overwhelmed. the impossible thought of you liking him back was possible and very real? he slowly turned to face you, not realizing just how close you were standing. "tell me you aren't joking, because i swear if you are-"

he got cut off by a kiss. it took him a moment to realize what was going on but once he did he pulled you in closer. as you pull away from him and ask him "enough proof for you to know i'm not joking?"

nagi seishiro

nagi believe everything was a pain, waking up in the morning, going to school, any and every "normal" task was a pain to him. but not you, talking to you wasn't a pain, going out to a cafe with you wasn't a pain; being with you wasn't a pain.

so of course, nagi fell for you, hard and fast, but how could you blame him? you were so understanding and kind to everyone that it was impossible not to love you and nagi being nagi wanted to ask you.

it was finally spring. warm weather was approaching, beautiful cherry blossoms were in bloom, and couples were everywhere. nagi thought it was the perfect time to confess to you.

so when he saw you during lunch break talking to some of your friends near a vending machine smiling so brightly, your sweet giggles ringing in his ears, he swears he fell in love again.

your friends being the oh-so-amazing wingmen they were, excused themselves the moment nagi approached. your heart beat loud and fast. it was scary, being alone with nagi, you didn't know why you felt this way but you did.

it was hard not to fall for nagi, he was just so adorable. it was no secret that nagi was a prodigy, his talents knew no limit, but that didn't make him a show off. no, he was still a genuine and overall an amazing person.

nagi unknowingly trapped you between him and the wall, his hand next to your head, he looked down at you with a small smile. "can you wait for me after school near the gate? i need to confess to you."

you were dumbfounded, he said that so confidently, you doubted if he knew what he just said. "nagi.. just repeat what you said"

he was confused, why did you ask him to repeat as he replays what he told you in his mind, he realized that he technically just confessed right now, a soft "oh" leaves him as he realizes.

"well you should still wait after near the gate, i'll take you on a date."

and without any further explanation he left the scene, console in his hand heading towards where ever reo was.

rin itoshi

rin was a soft person, before spain, rin was the sweetest you, never once did he ever hurt you, physically or emotionally. why would he? you were his bestfriend, the one person he cherished along side his brother.

but that all changed after the incident with sae, it was like someone did a whole 360 on his personality, he was cold, aloof, egotistical and extremely competitive.

he didn't care about anyone or anything, all he wanted to do was beat sae and isagi. he didn't take care of himself and that was worrying. because all he did was practice.

you welcomed yourself into the itoshi household, you could say it was perks of being next door neighbors and family friends. you greet rin's mom and head over to his room like you usually did, sometimes he'd come from practice when you were there, sometimes he wouldn't. however today was different, because the moment you entered his room, you see rin focused on the screen infront of him observing a match.

it was concerning and it didn't help that you didn't know how long he had been sitting there, staring at screen.

"rin?" you call out his name, knowing he wouldn't really give a reply just a hum of acknowledgement that your in this room. usually you would have given up and just sat there doing your own things but today you were persistent.

"rin? can you atleast look at me?" he turns his head around annoyed that his concentration was broken "what?"

"for how long have you been sitting there?" you sit down on his bed facing him with a questioning look on your face.

"how does it matter? why are you even here?"

that pissed you off. the questions 'how does it matter' or 'why are you even here' pissed you off, but it didn't only anger you, it hurt you. you were his bestfriend. of course it mattered, and you were there because you cared and it hurt because now it felt like this "friendship" was one-sided

"i'm here because i care rin, why else would i be here?"

"since when did you fucking care?! even if you do, i didn't ask you to care for me, don't be surprised when you're getting ignored by me."

"since fucking forever you stupid dunce, maybe i fucking care about you because i'm in love with you, but the way you're behaving makes me feel like you don't give two shits about how i feel and maybe you don't, but i care about you, and maybe that's my biggest mistake."

was all he heard before the door slammed, he didn't know why but he chased after you. to him there was no time for romance or love if you want to become the best, but when he heard those words coming from you, that was a wake up call for him. he grabbed your hand right before you reached the porch of your house.

"i love you" he didn't know why he said it, he didn't know what else to say, he didn't know what else to do but just say those three words and hug you, and when he did, he knew he meant those three words more than anything else in his life.

ALSO LMK IF I SHOULD MAKE A PT.2 OF THIS

sigh this took alot longer than it should have and this was pretty hard to write because of the dialogues and i find it to be awkward but hopefully it's still fine and you all like it. i know rin's part wasn't him confessing but instead the reader confessing but whatever.

also to the anon that had requested a certain fic, i'm working on it, it may take a little while longer, so i wrote this in the meantime so i had something to post.

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Hello! Can I request for Soulmate AU of your choice for Leona, Idia, Floyd and Malleus? Thank you in advance!

Characters: Leona, Idia, Floyd, Malleus

CW: Leona & Idia being haters, Floyd is Floyd. Maybe OOC, Not proofread

A/N: Hello Anon! I am not too familiar with writing for soulmate AU so this will definitely be interesting. I decided to go with the red string one because It's the only one I sort of know.

A/N: I am so sorry if these are short I really do not write for soulmates at all.

If you liked Reblogs and Likes are appreciated <3

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Leona

Soulmate?? PSHHHHH Leona doesn't believe in soulmates. Or so he thought.

His brother met his soulmate and well we all know how that went. Leona had given up on soulmates in general since he could never find the said person.

Going to NRC he didn't think he'd meet them.

When he came across Yuu he saw their strings joined during the spelldrive incident. But that wasn't the topic of conversation that was for another day.

When they came across him again Yuu realized they were soulmates and their eyes gleamed. Leona was like Ugh an was constantly trying to fight it, he didn't really care, but Yuu of course kept pushing. He snapped at them one day and was like

"You're annoying I don't care that you're my soulmate." and then walked away.

Eventually Leona secretly began to miss Yuu's prescense but would never admit it out loud. One day he got fed up and went to go look for them. Some students were ganging up on them and he well scared them off.

"Be careful herbivore I'm not cleaning up your messes again." Liar he would.

At first he hated the soulmate thing, but he's not saying he likes it just doesn't mind it.

Floyd

He is a special case. He doesn't care enough, but he also does care. He's neutral to the soulmate thing, but if he ever did find his soulmate he'd be super stoked to meet them.

When Yuu came to Mostro Lounge to make the deal he found out Yuu was his soulmate then. However he was currently busy so he couldn't do anything about it although he's now super interested in Yuu.

After the whole ordeal he attaches himself to Yuu to learn everything about them, and just to get to hang out with them.

(Yuu literally has to force him to practice because he won't leave their side)

Eventually when they do start having a relationship he's even more loving and affectionate knowing he can kiss and cuddle his little shrimp as much as he wants.

Idia

He can barely handle a social interaction what make you think he will find his soulmate.

He's literally a shut in who is mainly on his computer either programming, doing school work, or gaming he'd not one for social situations.

The only way he found out Yuu was his soulmate was because he coincidentally went outside for club and he ran into Yuu and learned Yuu was his soulmate. Yuu figured it out too and he pulled out every excuse in the book to go back to the dorm.

Bro is not ready for the level 100 boss

Ever since then, he has tried to avoid Yuu. Emphasis on try as Yuu would probably be pushing as he is their soulmate.

Ortho at some point tells him he can't keep pushing away. He won't give up, but Ortho literally invites Yuu over forcing them to hang out.

It will take a while and some work before Idia can work up to the idea of a partner and a relationship, but he eventually does get there.

The second Yuu starts talking about marriage or a baby Idia would ramble about how he's not ready and tell Yuu to slow down.

Malleus

Poor boy has been lonely forever a soulmate would make him feel less lonely and he'd be happy that he has someone to be around. He's been excited to meet said soul mate. He'd been dreaming what they'd look like what kind of person they are what gender they are (Not that gender matters to him)

When he was outside ramshackle and Yuu came out he realized their strings connected. He was happy he found his soulmate and would be even happier if they felt the same way about him.

When he came back from Diasmonia that night he told Lilia he found his soulmate. Lilia was happy so was Silver. Sebek was like WHAT? but he will get over it. (Spoiler he ends up liking and tolerating Malleus's s/o)

Peep Malleus planning the wedding with Lilia as the officiant.

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[aleskyyy]

Redamancy III — Poly!Marauders x Fem!Reader

When you think no one will love you anymore because of your current condition, you are faced with a reality that is completely opposite to what you think.

Warnings — AU where voldy no nose doesn't exist, fem!muggle!reader, blind!reader, poly!marauders, marauders being a simp, marauders and readers bonding time, etc.

1,5k words.

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You try to tie your hair as neatly as you can. Today Euphemia took you for a walk in the park near your neighborhood. She said she needed someone to talk to because she thought the mothers near her house were not very fun. You just laughed when you heard her say that.

You were wearing a sky blue sundress that Euphemia had prepared herself. Since knowing each other for a few weeks, Euphemia has taken over Elijah's job of preparing your clothes. You can't even believe you're this close to her.

You hear a knock on the door, you carefully walk out to the main door and open it. You smiled at the person behind the door, thinking it was Euphemia.

"Mia?" you call when there's no sound that you've been hearing a lot lately.

Instead of hearing Euphemia's voice, you hear the sound of a boy's voice which makes you grip the doorknob tightly. You quickly try to close the door but the boy stops you.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to scare you. I'm James, Euphemia's son," he says in a frantic tone.

"James? James Potter? Why didn't you say it from the start," you sigh under your breath. Oh, you thought there would be bad guys like robbers coming. But now that you think about it, no robber knocked on the door.

"I'm sorry. Wait! You know me?" asked James with a confused voice.

James was really surprised to find out that the girl next door that his mum had been talking about was you. The girl he met at the restaurant a few weeks ago. If Sirius had known it was you he was going to pick up, he would have been jealous. James will brag about this in front of him later.

"Of course I know. Mia always talks about her two sons, James and Sirius, right?" you reply, smiling at him.

James, seeing your smile, is silent for a moment. If he had known you had been living here all this time, James wouldn't have wasted any time in asking you to get to know one another.

"Yeah yeah, James and Sirius," he said in a dazed voice.

You walked outside and tried to lock the door, but your hand was held back by James. He gently took your house key and locked it then handed it back to you. You can only smile and say thank you as you put the key in your bag.

"So, this is the first time I've seen you here," James says as he walks by your side. Noticing the path you're walking on and kicking a stone that's in your way.

"I just moved in. Elijah didn't want me living alone in a house in this condition," you tell him.

James just nods and holds your hand as you enter his yard. You held your breath as his hand touched yours again. It was like there was some kind of spark of electricity when your skin touched.

"My mum asked if we could have breakfast together before you go out," James says, opening the door to his house.

Before you can answer, you hear Euphemia's voice from the kitchen. Soon you hear footsteps running towards you.

"You've finally come," Euphemia says as she hugs you. After the hug is released, Euphemia leads you to the dining table, which is already filled with her family members. You can hear the sound of spoons dropping as Euphemia helps you sit down.

"Thank you, Mia. Sorry to trouble you so early," you say, feeling bad.

Unbeknownst to you from across the table, Sirius widened his eyes at you. There's no way you, his future wife is in front of him now. He turns to James who is currently smiling smugly at him. Damn it, if Sirius knew it was you he would have picked you up first.

"So you're the one Mia was talking about?"

You looked up as you heard a male voice coming from the head of the table. You smiled, it must be Fleamont, Mia's husband.

"That's right, once again I apologize for the interruption this morning."

"Nonsense, I've been wanting to see you ever since you gave my wife that beautiful painting," Fleamont replies which makes your cheeks flush.

You heard Euphemia who had finished filling your plate and asked you to eat. You eat your food slowly, before you can swallow your food an unfamiliar voice enters your ears again.

"It turns out that all this time my future wife was next to the house," said the person who made you choke.

"Sirius!"

"I'm sorry, Mia!"

You quickly drank the water that Euphemia placed in your hand. After finishing drinking you catch your breath. Then turn your head to the source of the voice.

"You must be Sirius?" you ask in a friendly manner. Sirius nodded his head before he realized you wouldn't be able to see.

"Yes, it's me."

"You must be very sirius to say something like that."

You can hear the laughter of what you believe to be Fleamont and James. Euphemia who saw your behavior could only shake her head.

"Mum, can I join you two for a walk?" James asked.

"Aren't you and Sirius going to meet Remus?"

"Remus can wait," replied Sirius quickly.

"I don't think so. We want to do ladies' time, without men," Euphemia replied casually.

Euphemia continued her breakfast regardless of the complaints from her two children. And you can only laugh listening to James and Sirius persuading Euphemia.

An hour later here you are. Walking with Euphemia in the park and eventually sitting under a tree eating ice cream and talking about trending fashion styles. It's more like Euphemia is talking and you are listening.

You can hear whispers coming from behind you. You smiled because you knew that James and Sirius were following you and Euphemia around like puppies. Soon you hear the sound of someone else approaching them, probably their friend Remus.

Remus, who had just arrived, saw his two friends following Euphemia and you. Remus looked at you silently, of course he remembered who you were. The girl whose face is still clearly imprinted in his head. Remus saw Euphemia who walked towards the bakery across the street and left you alone under the tree.

Soon he saw James and Sirius who ran towards you and sat right beside you. Remus followed them and sat next to Sirius. You who heard the sound of footsteps just turned your head to the source of the sound.

"You must be Remus?" you asked to make sure.

Remus smiled slightly at the sound of your voice, still delicate. He agrees to your question which makes you smile happily because you didn't guess wrong.

"Euphemia said you guys go to the same school and it's a boarding school," you tell them.

"That's right, it's called Hogwarts," James replies in a boastful tone.

"Hogwarts? Sounds really weird," you reply to James.

You hear Sirius who gasps at your words. How can you say Hogwarts sounds weird?

"It doesn't! Hogwarts is an awesome school. Don't get me started on the food. And quidditch," Sirius said in a passionate tone.

"What's quidditch?"

"It's–"

Before Sirius and James could explain in detail what quidditch was to you, Remus glared at them both. It wasn't long before you heard a chuckle from Remus that made you turn your head towards him. You've gotten better at recognizing someone's voice and where it comes from.

"Quidditch is like soccer, it's just a different name for it," he replied explaining to you.

You nodded in understanding. What a strange school.

"Euphemia also said you'll be starting in two weeks."

James and Sirius groaned at your words. They had just met you and in two weeks they would be back at Hogwarts. School in two weeks for the final year and let's not forget N.E.W.T. James and Sirius wanted to cry if they thought about it. Remus who saw the antics of his two friends could only shook his head.

"Yes, this is our last year of school over there. So, are you still in school too?" asked Remus carefully.

You smiled at that. Remus was very different from his two friends. He seemed calmer than James and Sirius who were very much excited.

"No, I graduated a few months ago. Just before my accident," you replied in a laid-back tone. All three of them fell silent as you told them that you had lost your eyesight in an accident.

Before you could talk again, Euphemia arrived with a lot of pastries in her hand. She looks at the three boys in front of you with a teasing glance. Remus who saw that could only clear his throat. Euphemia laughed softly as she placed the pastries she had bought in front of you and the boys, including Remus.

Euphemia moved James to sit next to you which made the boy protest but she didn't respond. Euphemia returned to talking to you about many things, ignoring the boys who were there.

#james potter x fem!reader #james potter x reader #james potter x you #james fleamont potter #sirius black x fem!reader #sirius black x reader #sirius black x you #sirius orion black #remus lupin x fem!reader #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #remus john lupin #marauders x reader #marauders fanfiction #marauders era #marauders #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter

[creativewritersposts]

Lovesickness - Luke Hughes

Summary; Luke Hughes x reader.

He just wanted to enjoy his day off until you come into the bar, completely lost and sobbing. He'll show you, not every guy is horrible.

warning(s); crying, angst, break up, maybe grammar errors.

author's note; honestly I'm lovesick in real life and sobbed for like 3 hours now nonstop and this came out. Maybe I'll do a mini blurb series of this, if you like it. Let me know 💛

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"he's not a good man", tells the young man at the bar after hearing your story. You whip your tears away, telling this random dude your break up story like he would care. He's tall, you can see he's athletic under his tshirt. "What's your name, by the way ?", you ask him with blurry eyes. "You ask me this after two hours", he laughs, playing with the glass of apple juice in front of him, "Luke". It's kinda funny how everyone drinks alcohol and he stays with apple juice. To be honest Luke just wanted to enjoy the night off. But when he saw you in a mess - the most beautiful woman he ever saw- he couldn't say no.

"I'm sorry ", your tears streaming down again. "Nothing to say sorry about", Luke shrugs his shoulders, like its the most normal thing a girl cries her eyes out in front of him. "he treated you like shit, you know", his eyes meeting yours. "Maybe I don't deserve better", you look into your blue alcohol drink, it's not even touched after two hours. "why do you think that?", his face expression shows speechless. You sob your heart out your chest, "look at me. I'll die alone!". He drinks a sip from his juice, breathe out loud. "Woman are so confusing. You'll not die alone", he tries to calm you down. "how do you know?", you don't look up, too embarrassed about yourself.

"I would like to date you, but not now after your break up. You definitely need sleep", he smirks, his voice cracks a little bit. You blink twice, "you would?", "yes", "but why?", "stop arguing with me", he touches playfully on your hair. "you're too good looking for me", you can't believe he would. "go to sleep, call me tomorrow", typing on your phone and leaves the bar.

#nhl blurb #nhl x reader #luke hughes #luke hughes blurb #luke hughes fluff #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes imagine #lh43 #nhl hockey #nhl imagine

[cosmerelists]

Rosharans Rate Foods Not Native to their Planet

As requested by @makothedorito :)

@makothedorito wanted to know what would happen if Stormlight characters encountered food not native to their planet. Here's what I think!

1. Szeth reviews Mountain Dew

Szeth: Horrible. Szeth: A bright, unconscionable green color. Sickly, horribly sweet. Like acidic poison in my throat. Szeth: Also made me feel, strangely, as though even without powers, I could fly. Szeth: ... Szeth: 3/5 stars.

2. Lift reviews Mountain Dew

Lift: Actually,SzethonlytooklikeonesipbeforeItookitfromhim. Lift: IsawthecrazylookhewasgettinginhiseyesandIwaslikenosir. Lift: Luckily,IdrankthewholebottleandI'mnotbeingaffectedatall! Wyndle: [crying]: Mistress, PLEASE use Regrowth I think you're dying!

3. Shallan reviews chocolate

Shallan: Oh, 5/5 for sure! Shallan: Radiant likes the dark chocolate because the "bitterness adds to the sweetness," apparently. Shallan: Veil likes milk chocolate coating other things--so like sugar with another, harder layer of sugar. Shallan: I gotta say--I like the bars! Something about being able to crack off pieces and eat them is so satisfying. Adolin: So the 19 wrappers I see around our room... Shallan: Head's up, I may never sleep again!

4. Rushu reviews coffee

Rushu: My research indicated that this drink is supposed to make you alert and eager for action! Rushu: But...my thoughts have never BEEN so sedate. Honestly, I could take a nap right now. Rushu: Odd. Rushu: 4/5, I suppose.

5. Nomad reviews hot 'n' spicy wings

Nomad: [a single tear running down his face] Nomad: Finally...some good fucking food...

6. Renarin reviews steak

Renarin: You would think that "well done" is the opposite of "badly done" but Renarin: ... Renarin: I suppose I know what it is like to eat leather.

7. Bridge Four reviews pizza

Lopen: Man, it's great! Look at this one--so thin and droopy you have to roll it up to eat it! Rock: What is your insanity? This one that is so thick you must cut into it with a large knife is the way to go. I want my pizza to be as deep as my fist. Lopen: Thin is better!! Rock: Thick is superior!! Skar: I can't say why, but I'm partial to the one cut into squares. Really crackling crust, too. It just feels right, somehow... Rock: Skar, friend, I respect your opinion even though it is 100% wrong. Kaladin: Isn't all pizza just a tad...greasy? Lopen: Ha ha! You say such weird things somethings, Kaladin! Lyn: Ooooh....this one with ham and the sweet yellow fruit is AMAZING! Best pizza of all time hello?? Lopen: ... Rock: ... Skar: ... Kaladin: ... Lopen: I can't believe we have to kick Lyn out of Bridge Four. Lyn: HEY

#for the record I actually love Hawaiian pizza #cosmere #comserelists #Stormlight Archive #Roshar

[fairuzfan]

Hey! Ignore if you please but I'm genuinely curious how Muslim leftists are a thing as hierarchy and inequality are inherent in the religion. What is your personal views on it and what does faith mean to you if I may ask?

It's really disorienting for me seeing Muslims who've had pleasant experiences with Islam considering my own experiences have been horrid, having lived in Iran. I understand religion itself is amoral and can be used as a tool but when establishing Islamic law in society is a must in Islam and the abuse it brings about can be justified by the ayat and hadiths within it, isn't it fair to assume that The Purpose Of A System Is What It Does? Like are we ignoring the fact that Iran's supreme leader wants to conquer the whole region and create a single homogeneous Islamic state and his justification is the holy text.

Again I understand that personal faith is different from systematized religion. Tasawuf is pretty cool for example and only focuses on the spiritual connection of self and Allah, that's why I'd like to know your thoughts on it and how it works for you alongside your leftist beliefs.

Thanks 🙏

I'm not gonna lie, this is kind of a weird ask. I'm not Iranian and I can't speak on that but there are billions of Muslims around the world first of all and not all Muslims practice the same. Like, there are different sects of Islam. So to make overarching statements about things that are "inherent" go Islam like this is really odd?? I don't think it's true that inequality is inherent in Islam....

But establishing a single Islamic state is not a 100% must in Islam like how hajj and Salah are...? Like it's not a requirement for you to do as a Muslim. The only things you're absolutely required to do are things like Salah, Zakat, Hajj, etc and even those things have exceptions. The absolute requirement of Islam is to take the shahada and believe in it.

Even between Iran and Saudi Arabia (a government which I hate) there are pretty obvious differences. So like to make Iran the end all be all of what constitutes as a government that operates with Islamic law is kind of a weird assumption to make.

I don't really want to comment on this beyond what I said. It's not like any other government in the world is much better?? Seems odd to single Islam out with the rising Islamophobia that results in the ravaging of SWANA.

But if you're asking me personally why I'm muslim, it's because I grew up being taught that justice is a core principal of Islam. My parents always emphasized "always stand on the side of the oppressed" as something Muslims should do. The hadith that personally always stick with me as a guiding principal is:

Anas ibn Malik reported: The Messenger of Allah, peace and blessings be upon him, said, “Even if the Resurrection were established upon one of you while he has in his hand a sapling, let him plant it.”

And this ayah:

O believers! Stand firm for justice as witnesses for Allah even if it is against yourselves, your parents, or close relatives. Be they rich or poor, Allah is best to ensure their interests. So do not let your desires cause you to deviate ˹from justice˺. If you distort the testimony or refuse to give it, then ˹know that˺ Allah is certainly All-Aware of what you do.

And this ayah:

O humanity! Indeed, We created you from a male and a female, and made you into peoples and tribes so that you may ˹get to˺ know one another. Surely the most noble of you in the sight of Allah is the most righteous among you. Allah is truly All-Knowing, All-Aware.

But yeah I always think back to these ayat and hadith when I need to.

[faithshouseofchaos]

Picture not so perfect memory — Kimi Raikkonen x reader

Angst and Hurt

Word count 4k

I feel like this is missing something but oh well 😭🔪🔪

A couple of months ago

"I can't understand why you're having such a hard time opening up, Kimi," you said, feeling puzzled. Kimi scoffed and rolled his eyes in response. "I don't need to share everything with you, Y/n. Just drop it," he replied, taking a sip of his drink. “Please, don't tell me to drop it. It's obvious that something is bothering you, and I genuinely want to know what it is. Please, just tell me," y/n pleaded.

Kimi slammed his drink on the table and stood up facing y/n” You want to know what’s bothering me y/n? It’s you. You're the one who's bothering me and I don’t want to hear your voice anymore. I'm sick of you talking” Kimi yelled.

Y/n's eyes widened in horror as she gazed at Kimi. The words that had just escaped Kimi's lips left Y/n in disbelief. How could Kimi say something like that to her?

“Fine if you're so sick of my…” voice then I’ll leave,” Y/n said with tears streaming down her cheeks as she walked to their bedroom and began packing a bag. Kimi didn’t follow her, he just sat back down and continued to drink his drink.

As y/n walked away, tears streaming down her cheeks, Kimi sat silently, feeling guilty and remorseful for his words. He tried to ignore the emotions creeping in, taking another sip of his drink. The silence in the room was deafening, and he couldn't shake the heaviness in his heart.

After a few minutes, he got up and walked into the bedroom. He saw y/n packing her bags, her suitcase open on the bed, clothes stuffed in hastily. He leaned against the doorway, watching her silently. “I didn't mean it. Don't leave, please,” Kimi said softly.

Y/n froze, her hands pausing over the clothes in her hands. She turned to face Kimi, tears still streaming down her face.

“You said you're sick of me, sick of my voice,” y/n choked out, her voice tinged with anguish.

Kimi took a step closer, his gaze locked on y/n's.

“Y/n, ”he said, his voice a husky whisper. He cupped her face gently, wiping away her tears with his thumb. “I was afraid, I pushed you away. I'm sorry.”

Y/n hesitated, her heart conflicted. She wanted to believe his apology, but the memory of his cold words still stung. “I’m leaving and that’s final Kimi,” y/n said sniffling and pulling back away from him.

Kimi's face fell, his eyes pleading.

“Please, y/n. I need you,” he said, his voice trembling. He reached out for her hand, but y/n pulled away.

“You don't. You made it very clear that you’re sick of me,” she said, her voice choking. She turned back to her packing, determined to leave. Kimi watched her, his heart aching. He wanted to say more, to apologize, but the words felt inadequate. He stood there, feeling helpless as he watched her walk away. He knew he had hurt her deeply, and there was nothing he could say to undo it.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. Kimi was miserable. He missed y/n, but he had been too stubborn to reach out to her. Every day, he thought about her, wondering if she was happy without him. One night, after a particularly tough race, Kimi sat alone in his hotel room, nursing a glass of Scotch. He couldn't stop thinking about what he had lost. He missed y/n's laughter, her smile, her soft, comforting touch. He realized then, how much he truly loved her.

In a moment of desperation, he picked up his phone and dialed y/n's number. His heart pounded in his chest as he waited for her to answer. The phone rang once, twice, three times, and then it went to voicemail. He hung up, feeling a wave of disappointment wash over him. He took a deep breath and tried her number again, this time leaving a message. “Y/n, it's me. Please, please call me back. I need to talk to you. I miss you. I love you. Please.”

"Hey, sorry I missed your call, just leave a message after the beep"

"Hey, yeah, it's me, just been thinking about everything tonight

And I don't know, I just miss you so much

Give me a call back if you can?"

y/n's pov

Picture-perfect memories

Scattered all around the floor

Reachin' for the phone 'cause I can't fight it anymore

Y/n's heart sank as she heard Kimi's voicemail. She clutched her phone tightly, her heart aching. How could he say he loved her now after he'd hurt her so deeply? Memories of their time together flooded her mind, the laughter, the joy, the love. And now it was all shattered. She couldn't deny that she still loved him, even now. The urge to call him back was strong, but y/n resisted. She needed time to heal, to understand why Kimi had pushed her away. Despite her anger and heartbreak, she couldn't stop thinking about him. His words, his touch, his smile. She missed him terribly. Instead, she continued sipping on her wine and looked at the pictures that now lay scattered across the floor.

As y/n looked at the pictures, tears welled up in her eyes. Each photo captured a moment of happiness, a memory of their love. She picked up the photos one by one, looking at their smiling faces. She remembered how her heart had fluttered when he first kissed her, how they had laughed together during long drives, how safe she had felt in his embrace. The weight of her grief became too much to bear. She let out a choked sob, covering her mouth with her hand. She missed Kimi, more than she cared to admit. Why had he hurt her so badly? Why hadn't he just talked to her instead of pushing her away?

For a moment, she considered giving in and calling him back, but then she shook her head firmly. She needed more time. She needed to heal, to figure out what she wanted. She couldn't let her heart make the decisions for her, not when it was so clouded with love and pain.

In separate rooms in separate homes, both Kimi and y/n wonder if they crossed each other’s minds. Kimi lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. The memory of y/n’s voice on her voicemail message replayed in his mind. The sound of her voice, which once brought him comfort, now only brought pain. He couldn't help but wonder if she was thinking of him if she missed him too. Y/n, on the other hand, was struggling with the same thoughts. She lay in her bed, her sheets rumpled from tossing and turning. She thought of the way Kimi's eyes crinkled when he smiled, the warmth of his hands, the sound of his laughter. Was he thinking about her, too? Her heart ached for him, despite everything.

And I wonder if I ever cross your mind

For me, it happens all the time

But both y/n and Kimi were too stubborn to reach out to each other again, at least not yet. They needed more time to process their feelings and to understand what they wanted. The silence between them was deafening, but under that silence, their hearts still yearned for each other. Time passed slowly for both Kimi and y/n, their days filled with longing and regret. They tried to keep themselves occupied, to distract themselves from the ache in their hearts, but nothing could fully dull the pain. They often thought about reaching out, picking up the phone, and calling each other, but fear held them back. They became experts at hiding their pain, putting on brave faces, and pretending everything was fine. Kimi threw himself into his racing, channeling his emotions into his performance. Y/n threw herself into her work, trying to drown out her thoughts with tasks and deadlines.

But no matter how hard they tried to bury their feelings, they couldn’t help the occasional glance at each other’s social media profiles. They saw the updates, the smiles, the life continuing without them. It was a bittersweet reminder of what they had once had and lost. As the months went by, the pain didn't fade, not really. It became bearable, yes, but it was still there, a constant presence in their lives. They wondered if they would ever truly move on if they would ever find love again, or if they were destined to be stuck in this limbo, forever longing for each other but unable to reach out.

Despite their efforts to keep their feelings hidden, Kimi's friends and family noticed the change in him. They saw the sadness in his eyes, the way he would drift off mid-conversation, lost in thought. They knew he was hurting, but he refused to talk about y/n, to acknowledge the void in his heart that she had left behind. Similarly, y/n's friends noticed her changed moods and silent moments. They knew something had happened, but y/n wouldn't open up either. She kept her pain locked inside, refusing to talk about the man who still held her heart captive. As they silently struggled, both y/n and Kimi wondered if they would ever find forgiveness within themselves, if they would ever be able to let go of the hurt and find a way back to each other. They missed each other immensely, but their pride and fear of being hurt again kept them from reaching out.

They continued living their lives, going through the motions, but deep down, they knew something was missing. They missed the comfort of each other's presence, the familiarity of their shared life. The memories haunted them, a bittersweet reminder of what once was and what could have been.

It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now

Said I wouldn't call, but I've lost all control and I need you now

And I don't know how I can do without

I just need you now

Y/n sat alone in her living room, the loneliness of the night weighing heavily on her shoulders. It was one of those nights when the silence felt overwhelming and the absence of his presence was keenly felt. The clock struck a quarter past one, and her thoughts turned to Kimi, as they often did during these solitary hours. She had vowed not to call him, not to give in to the longing that consumed her soul. But tonight, the desire to hear his voice was too strong to resist. She picked up her phone, her fingers shaking slightly as she dialed his number. As the phone rang, she held her breath, her heart pounding in her chest. With each ring, y/n felt a nervous anticipation. What if he didn't answer? Would he hang up as soon as he heard her voice? The dial tone seemed to stretch endlessly, and she almost regretted dialing his number. Just as she was about to hang up, she heard a click and a familiar voice answered.

"Hello?" Kimi's voice, gravelly and low, sent a shiver down y/n's spine. The sound of his voice was both a comfort and a torment, filling her with a bittersweet mix of relief and longing.

"Kimi," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. She didn't know what to say, or how to explain the turmoil of emotions swirling within her. All she knew was that she needed him, now more than ever.

There was a moment of silence on the other end, and y/n wondered if he would hang up if he was as conflicted as she was. But then he spoke, his voice softer than before, tinged with a hint of vulnerability.

"Y/n," he said, his breath catching. "I didn't expect you to call."

Y/n swallowed hard, fighting back the tears that threatened to overwhelm her. She wanted to say so much, to apologize and explain, but all she could manage was a choked "I miss you."

Kimi sighed, and y/n could almost picture him running a hand through his hair, the way he did when he was frustrated or uncertain. His voice was husky when he responded, "I miss you too."

They both fell silent again, the weight of their longing and regret hanging heavily in the air. Y/n wanted to say more, to express the depth of her feelings, but she couldn't find the words. Kimi's breathing was the only sound on the line, a constant reminder that he was there, listening to her, feeling the same conflicted emotions. As the minutes ticked by, y/n's mind raced with questions. Would this phone call change anything? Would it bring them back together? Or would it just make

the pain worse? She didn't know, but she couldn't bring herself to end the call, not when just the sound of his breath made her heart ache with longing.

They talked for hours, their conversation a delicate dance, filled with unspoken apologies and unspoken confessions. They reminisced about the good times, the laughter, and the joy they had shared. They acknowledged the mistakes they had made, the hurts they had inflicted on each other. They skirted around the topic of reconciling, neither of them brave enough to broach the subject. But in the space between the words, they found a fragile peace, a glimpse of hope for a possible future.

Another shot of whiskey

Can't stop looking at the door

Wishing you'd come sweeping in the way you did before

Kimi sat alone in his hotel room, nursing a glass of whiskey. He couldn't help but glance towards the door, expecting y/n to walk in any minute. The memories of her laughter, her smile, and her touch were like a bittersweet melody, playing on a loop in his mind. He knew he had messed up, that he had pushed her away with his cold, distant demeanor. But in the silence of the night, he realized how much he truly missed her. He missed the way her eyes lit up when she talked about her dreams. He missed the way she made him laugh, even when he didn't want to. The whiskey burned his throat as he downed it in one gulp, trying to drown out the ache in his heart. But the pain persisted, a constant reminder of what he had lost. He longed to reach out to y/n, to apologize and tell her how much he missed her. But his pride and fear held him back, creating a barrier between them.

The clock ticked on as he sat in his loneliness, each second feeling like an eternity. He longed for their shared laughter, the warmth of her touch, the intimacy of their whispered secrets. The absence of her presence felt like a gaping wound, raw and throbbing with pain.

"Hello?" Kimi's voice carried a hint of hope and trepidation as he picked up the phone, hoping it would be y/n on the other end.

"Hey," y/n's voice came through the phone, soft and hesitant. The sound of her voice sent a jolt of surprise through him, followed by a rush of conflicting emotions. He was happy she had called, relieved that she hadn't forgotten about him entirely. But he also felt a twinge of guilt, remembering how his distance had hurt her.

"Y/n," he said, his voice filled with longing. He wanted to say so many things, to apologize and beg for forgiveness. But the words caught in his throat, his pride holding him back. He didn't want to reveal too much, to show how deeply her absence had affected him. There was a pause as y/n seemed to struggle with her own emotions, unsure of how to start the conversation. The silence felt heavy, laden with unspoken apologies and unspoken forgiveness. Finally, she took a deep breath and spoke, her voice wavering slightly.

"I don't know what to say," she admitted, her honesty piercing his heart. "I just... I miss you, Kimi. I know I shouldn't, after everything that happened. But I can't stop thinking about you."

Kimi's heart ached at her words, a mixture of guilt and hope flooding his soul. He reached for the right words, the ones that would convey the depth of his longing, but all he could manage was a shaky, "I miss you too."

Y/n sighed softly, the sound filled with both sadness and relief. They were both dancing around the truth, both afraid to address the real reason behind their longing. But the connection between them felt like a lifeline, pulling them closer despite the hurt they had caused each other. They talked for hours, their conversation a delicate dance between longing and caution. They spoke about their lives, their work, their friends, anything but the pain they had inflicted on each other. But in the spaces between the words, they communicated their regrets, their hopes, and their continued love for each other. They didn't discuss reconciling yet, but the possibility lingered in the air like a whispered prayer.

And I wonder if I ever cross your mind For me, it happens all the time

As the night wore on, the phone call between Kimi and y/n slowly came to an end. They hung up, their hearts heavy with a mix of regret and longing. The days that followed were filled with a strange sort of emptiness as if something was missing from their lives.

Despite their attempts to move on, both Kimi and y/n found themselves thinking about each other constantly. The memories of their time together haunted them, whispering what-ifs and might-have-been.

They tried to distract themselves with work, socialization, and hobbies, yet the thoughts of each other would slip in when they were least expecting it. In the silence of their solitary moments, they wondered if they were going insane, caught in a loop of longing that seemed never-ending.

Nights were the hardest, as their minds replayed the moments they had shared, the laughter, the touch, the love. They yearned for that connection once again, but the fear of being hurt held them back. The lingering questions of what might have been gnawed at their hearts, refusing to let go. Despite the passage of time, the memories of their love stayed fresh, like a wound that refused to heal. They found themselves looking at old photographs, listening to songs that held hidden meanings, and visiting places that once held significance. The reminders of their shared past were everywhere, mocking them with what they had once had.

Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, and still, Kimi and y/n remained apart. Their pride and stubbornness, combined with their fear of being hurt again, prevented them from reaching out to each other, even though their hearts yearned for reconciliation. The distance between them seemed insurmountable at times, the longing turning into a constant background hum in their lives.

They watched from afar, secretly following each other's social media updates. Kimi would see pictures of y/n living her life, smiling and happy, and a pang of jealousy would strike his heart. Y/n, too, would see photos of Kimi hanging out with friends, his laughter echoing through the images, and a pang of longing would fill her chest. They would hear stories through the grapevine, about the dates y/n was going on or the girls Kimi was spotted with. These updates would fill them with conflicting emotions - a mixture of jealousy, hurt, and even a flicker of hope that maybe they were both trying to move on.

But amidst the longing and the pain, there was a part of them that couldn't let go completely, a part that still held onto the hope that maybe, just maybe, one day they would find their way back to each other. Until then, they remained in this limbo, caught between the past they yearned for and the future that felt uncertain and distant. They knew they were being stubborn and illogical, holding onto their pride at the expense of their happiness and potential for reconciliation. But the fear of heartache and the pain of the past kept them locked in a cycle of resistance. As the days passed by, the chances of reconciliation seemed to grow smaller with each ticking second.

Despite the emotional turmoil they found themselves in, life had to go on. They continued to live their lives, going through the motions, but always feeling a lingering emptiness that not even success could fill. It was as if a part of their hearts were waiting for the other piece to come back, making every moment bittersweet with the loss of a love they both dearly missed.

They tried to move on, date other people, and find new happiness, but the ghost of their relationship always haunted them. Every touch, every laugh with someone else was a cruel reminder of what they had lost and what they still desired.

It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now

And I said I wouldn't call, but I'm a little drunk and I need you now

And I don't know how I can do without

I just need you now

It was hard but eventually, they moved on. Time has this magical way of healing wounds and reshaping perspectives. After months of heartbreak and solitude, Kimi and y/n eventually managed to move on. The pain of their breakup gradually faded into a distant memory, replaced by a quiet acceptance of their separate paths. They found solace in their own lives, embracing new adventures, new love, and new beginnings.

Despite the distance and the passage of time, memories of their passionate love and heartfelt connection remain etched in their minds. They carried with them the lessons learned and the growth gained from their tumultuous relationship. Though no longer together, the impact they had on each other lived on, reminding them of the fleeting but powerful love they once shared.

As fate often has it, their lives occasionally crossed again, at shared events or casual encounters. The old feelings of longing and love would resurface, stirring a bittersweet mix of nostalgia and regret. However, with the wisdom gained from their past, they chose to keep a respectful distance, cherishing the brief moments while remaining steadfast on their separate paths.

The years passed, and they built their own families. Kimi found love again and started a family with a new partner. Y/n, too, found contentment with someone else, building a life filled with love and happiness. Though their hearts still held a tiny corner for each other, they finally found a sense of closure and acceptance, knowing that they had indeed moved on.

They occasionally caught glimpses of each other's lives, witnessing each other's growth and contentment from afar. A small part of them whispered what-ifs, but they knew that their paths had diverged, and their chapter had closed. They both cherished the memories they had created together, knowing that their love, although now history, would forever remain a beautiful and significant part of their lives.

They realized that love, in its essence, carried an inherent risk of pain and hurt. Their relationship reminded them that love was not just about the euphoric highs but also about the potential for painful lows. The beauty of their love lay not only in the happiness they had shared but also in the lessons they had learned from each other. Though their relationship ended in hurt, it served as a reminder of the delicate balance between love and pain, growth and sacrifice.

As they navigated their separate lives, they found strength in the knowledge that even in the depths of hurt, they had loved fiercely and deeply. Their relationship had left an indelible mark on their hearts, forever intertwining them in a shared history that shaped who they were and who they would become. Through it all, they held onto the belief that true love, whether it ended in triumph or tragedy, was always worth the risk.

I just need you now

Oh baby, I need you now

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[batmanisagatewaydrug]

i was sitting next to this guy while hanging out with some friends, and he was always a little flirty, and i never responded to it but i've stayed friendly ya know? this time he put his hand on my thigh, and i just kind of brushed him off and moved away and everything was fine. Now tho, everyone around me is acting like this is a huge deal and he shouldn't have done it and like,,, i get it, but also he wasn't aggressive and he backed off right away so i don't think it was a big deal at all 1/3

now tho my friends want me or themselves to confront him about it and i'm just so ??? because genuinely it was such a small thing to me and it feels like people around me want me to make it into a big deal for themselves more than to stand up for me since i don't think this needs to become A Thing at all, especially for a dude i've met twice and will probably rarely ever see in my life. idk how to get them to back off because it feels like they're not listening to me or don't believe me 2/3 but to put it in perspective i've been more uncomfortable in the past with men putting their hands on my shoulder/arm when trying to pass by in a crowded space than this guy trying to flirt and backing off the second i moved away. any advice on getting my friends to chill? 3/3

hi anon,

this is an interesting one. do you think your friends would recognize the irony if you pointed out that it sounds like they're being far more pushy and dismissive of your boundaries than the man who they want you to stage a confrontation with?

it's noble of your friends to want to look out for you, of course, but supporting people who we perceive as the recipients of inappropriate behavior means listening to them when they express what they actually need to feel supported. in your case, it's letting the entire thing go because this barely even registers as an issue.

I have to say that I'm incredibly inclined to agree with you here; while this lad may have been a bit forward in putting his hand on you, it sounds like his reaction - dropping it and backing off - was exactly what you were hoping for. human interactions are always going to have messy little edges where we bump up against each other and the signals don't quite line up; that's not a crime. what matters is how people react when they're given a No. by your account, this lad took it like a champ, understanding your no and backing off accordingly.

if that's good enough for you then I think it's really overbearing and, as you alluded to, a little self-serving of your friends to keep trying to pursue this and lambast a guy for a completely reasonable interaction. what exactly are they hoping to accomplish? do they want him to make an elaborate written apology to you, a thing that you've made very clear you don't want? do they want him to promise never to touch someone without explicit verbal permission again, a fairly ludicrous amount of control to demand over someone else's behavior? like. what is the end goal, gamers? what are we actually trying to accomplish? are some of your friends perhaps reacting to this based on their own past experiences? that's understandable, of course, but inappropriate when they're ignoring your own expressed desires in favor of their ideas about what they think you should want.

listen: you can't control your friends' thoughts, but you can ask them to shut the fuck up. if you haven't already, I would recommend sending out some kind of mass statement (there's a groupchat, right? this feels like a groupchat situation, which I say as a terminal group chatter) telling everyone that you, personally, are done talking about this and don't want to hear any more about it, and if anyone wants to confront thigh guy about it then they're at liberty to do that but they'd better make very clear that they're not doing so at your request or with your permission.

if you're feeling extra cunty you can top that off with a little "please respect that, since you all say you're so worried about my boundaries" but that may be a little much.

#sex edventures 2024

[golbrocklovely]

complicated // colby brock (pt. 2)

A/N: hilariously when i first drafted this, i was gonna make it a lot meaner/hate fucking like, with a lot of jealousy thrown in. but damnit, bridgerton has foiled my plans again and has really turned me into a lover lol so i made this a little bit softer than originally planned. hope yall like it regardless, and please let me know what you think :) see yall with another fic real soon !

prompt: time has passed since you and sam hooked up, and all seems well. except now… colby is upset with you for some unknown reason. || fem!reader x colby brock

trigger warning: SMUT, angst, jealous!colby, possessive!colby, he's still really sweet tho, you guys were out clubbing so... tipsy/drunk sex, mentions of: baby, good girl, darling, cursing, quasi-public sex, could almost get caught, lots of teasing (both sexually and non), mentions of colby having seen you and sam hooking up, sweet ending :)

word count: 3066

~~~~~~~

The morning after Sam and I had sex was awkward to say the least.

We both ignored each other, which was easy since Sam and Colby had many calls and business related things to do. And I, being their assistant, had my own tasks at hand for the following week to start.

But when Sam and I were finally able to sit down and talk about it, it went surprisingly well.

We came to two very important conclusions: one, while we had fun, we weren’t going to ever do it again. We cared too much about our friendship to let sex ruin it. Plus the spark really had only been there that night.

And two, we were to never tell Colby.

Everything seemed good for a while. Life got back into the swing of things; Sam and Colby were traveling, I was handling the business side while they were gone. Normal, boring life occurred.

But all the while, I had this strange feeling. Maybe it was due to the fact that Colby had grown cold towards me, almost standoffish. He sometimes would keep to himself, that wasn't unusual; but his demeanor around me became stiff, almost like he was upset at me.

I wanted to confront him, ask him what was wrong, but it never felt like the right time. When the right time finally did come, it was during a couple days stretch where the boys had off. One night when we went out and both came home empty handed, I decided to finally ask him.

His answer was not at all what I was expecting, but in a way it was the one I wanted to hear all along.

I wanted the truth and now I was finally getting it.

~~~~~~

“No way. I cannot believe you used to run away from cops for a living.” Nicole, Sam’s new… friend, said as we walked into Sam and Colby’s house.

A playful look rested on Sam’s face as he nodded. “Yeah, and we did it pretty well.”

“Up until you got arrested.” I chimed in, smirking.

She gasped. “Oh my God, you got arrested? For what?”

“Breaking and entering. And fake ids.” Colby explained.

“Woah woah, the fake ids were just a you charge, Colby.” Sam replied defensively.

“And that was the first and last time Sam and Colby were separated ever again.” I quipped.

Colby turned to look at Sam, a faux-pained expression on his face. “I just can't quit you.”

“Me neither, brother.” Sam sniffled, pretending to hold back tears. The both placed hands on each others' shoulders, giving a tight squeeze.

Nicole glanced back and forth at Sam, Colby, and me, amused. “You guys are so funny. I have been having such a blast all night.”

“I'm happy to entertain you for as long as you'd like.” Sam lowered his voice to an almost sultry tone, moving to her side.

She bit her lip, looking into his eyes. “Maybe you could do that alone? Upstairs, perhaps?"

Sam gave a cheeky look at me and Colby, "I'll see you guys later."

Nicole giggled as she pulled Sam up the stairs, Sam following suit as he whispered something to her and snickered. I peered over at Colby, waiting for Sam's door to shut before speaking. "Well, she seems nice."

“Yeah she's sweet.” Colby agreed, pulling out his phone. He began to walk to the kitchen, and I followed him.

“So... what do you plan to do the rest of the night?” I asked.

He mumbled. “Might order some postmates, then call it a night.”

“Exciting.” I deadpanned, slightly annoyed at him. I changed the subject, thinking that was the cause, “That new club we went to was a lot of fun. The live music was so cool to hear.”

“Yeah it was.” Colby didn't look up, continuing to scroll through his phone.

I sighed, exhausted. “You know, you've been acting this way all night with me.”

“Like what?” He exhaled, finally looking up.

“Short. To the point.” I stated.

He shrugged. “I don't feel like being social.”

I scrunched my face at him, “It was your idea to go out tonight.”

“My social battery ran out really fast then.” Colby blinked, frowning.

“It's not just tonight though. You've been like this for over a week at this point. I thought maybe it was because of work, but....” I trailed off, unsure.

He pursed his lips, “What?”

“You're icing me out. What did I do?” I questioned, stepping towards him.

He moved back, shaking his head. “I don't want to talk about this.”

I followed him. “Well I do. So talk.”

“Okay, if you really want to talk…” He rubbed his eyes for a moment, finally speaking. “Do you have something to tell me?”

My heart stopped. “What?”

He repeated, his eyes icy. “Do you have something to tell me?”

I sucked my teeth, knowing exactly what Colby was referring to. “...I'm gonna kill Sam.”

He chuckled darkly, “Oh, no no. Don't get pissed at the guy that told me what happened.”

I huffed, “We promised each other not to tell you.”

“He folded real quick on that.” Colby crossed his arms, leaning against the counter.

I stared up at him, puzzled. “When did he tell you?”

“A couple days after it happened.” He informed.

I groaned, spinning to yell towards the stairs, “He really went behind my back and just flat out told you. What the fuck, Sam?!”

“Why didn't you tell me?” Colby argued.

I turned back, “Oh, c'mon Colby. You know why.”

“No please, do tell. I would love to hear why.” He jeered.

I swallowed hard, trying to keep my composure. “Do you think I want to tell one of my best friends 'hey just so you know, me and your other best friend, who is also my friend, fucked'? Of course not!”

“Why? You shouldn't feel uncomfortable doing that. Since you did it so publicly, in this very room, might I add.” He shot back.

My eyes widened for a second. “He told you we fucked in the kitchen?”

“No. He's too nice for that.” Colby stepped towards me, almost looming over me. “Do you remember a couple months back when we thought someone was trying to break into the house, so we got extra security cameras installed?”

I crossed my arms defensively, “What does that have to do with this?”

“We didn't get the cameras installed just outside the house. We also got some installed in the common areas. One in the living room....” He leaned down, whispering. “And one in the kitchen.”

“You're kidding.” My breath hitched involuntarily. 

“Any and every movement that happens in these areas gets recorded. When Sam told me you two fucked, I thought he was joking. But I checked…” His voice fell off, an almost smirk coming to his face.

I stuttered, “Y-You-?”

“You really know how to put on a performance.” Colby spoke condescendingly, staring into my eyes with a mischievous glint.

I scoffed, putting space between us. “Fuck you.”

He rolled his eyes, “You wish.”

I glared, exhaling harshly. “You know, you're acting like a jealous boyfriend.”

“Really?” He sassed.

“Yeah. Why the fuck do you care if I slept with Sam? You've never cared about who he hooks up with. But you suddenly care when it's me?" I scowled.

“I care who he hooks up with.” He argued.

I placed my hands on my hips, “Name me literally one girl he's gotten with within the last month or two. Any of them.”

“Nicole is upstairs with him now.” He remarked sarcastically.

I narrowed my gaze, “She doesn't count.”

“Sorry I don't memorize all of their names. I don't need to really remember them since I'm not the one sleeping with them.” Colby bickered, turning away from me.

I thought for a moment, a realization appearing in my mind, “Any time I've almost hooked up with someone, you've always been so aggressive towards them afterwards. But now since it was Sam, you're angry with me.”

“I'm upset because you didn't tell me. Instead, you wanted to keep it a secret from me. That's why I'm pissed.” He rebutted, facing me once more.

“But what's the difference between Sam telling you or me telling you? You've known basically since it happened, why are you still holding it against me?” I sneered, “Unless, of course, you're jealous.”

He queried angrily, “Jealous of what, exactly?”

“You're jealous I didn't sleep with you.” I hissed.

He shook his head, his voice faltering. “Give me a break, Y/N.”

“No no, be honest Colby. Why else are you pissed? You found out a week ago, and have held it against me just because I wasn't the one that told you. You found out regardless, so what is there to be pissed about?” I searched his eyes, but he tilted his head away from my glare. “It's none of your fucking business who I sleep with, whether it's Sam, the guy down the street, or a random guy at the club. You're not my boyfriend. I'm allowed to fuck whoever I want to!”

I spun on my heel, but Colby's hand gripped my wrist, spinning me back to him. My eyes locked with his for a brief moment as he grabbed my face, kissing me deeply. I shuddered a breath, taken aback by how passionate the kiss was. Colby wrapped an arm around me, pulling me against him, as his other hand pulled on my hair lightly.

“You're right, Y/N. I hate how fucking right you always are.” He nipped at my lips, a low groan leaving his mouth. “Do you know how frustrating it is seeing you with other guys? Seeing them put their hands on you, when that's all I can think about doing?”

“Colby!” I gasped quietly, our mouths meeting again. He pressed me against the counter, the spot feeling eerily similar on my back.

Was this the same spot as-?

“I shouldn't have been a dick to you, I'm sorry. But I will never apologize for wanting you all to myself.” His voice came out in an almost growl, “I want you to be mine, and mine alone.”

My mouth fumbled over my words, my hands gliding up his back. “W-Why didn't you just say that? Why now?”

“Seeing you fuck Sam in here weirdly was the wake up call I needed,” he chuckled bitterly. “I thought that maybe all this time I was just overly protective but no... I am jealous. I don’t want to see you with anyone else ever again.”

Colby's hand lifted up my leg, wrapping it around his waist. He slowly inched his fingers higher and higher until he was under my dress, tickling the lining of my underwear. “Let me show you how badly I want you. Please.”

My knees almost buckled at the sound of his voice. The desperation. I nodded, unable to form words, and his hand slowly slid up more until he pressed his palm against my sex. I squeaked unintentionally, a smirk coming to his face. He rubbed slow circles into my clit, my back arching instantly.

“You're already soaking through your panties... Fuck me.” He grunted.

I bit my lip, “Seeing you jealous is honestly kind of a turn on.”

He raised an eyebrow, “Oh really? You like making me jealous? You like me being possessive of you?”

“I like hearing you admit you like me, so if that does the trick…” I trailed off, teasingly.

He pressed harder into my clit, a moan ripping through me when he did. He moved his mouth down, sucking on my neck in time with his movements.

My hands snaked down his torso, touching every muscle on my way to his belt. I clutched the buckle, loosening his belt from his pants. I slipped my hand inside, cupping his growing bulge. He gasped, grinding his cock into my hand.

He closed his eyes tightly, “Fuck baby, that feels so good.”

My cunt clenched at the sound of his voice, needing him deeply. “Please Colby. Fuck, I want you so badly.”

“I need you too, Y/N.” Colby exhaled harshly, “Spin around for me.”

I glanced at him for a moment, shocked by the hunger in his eyes. I turned around, placing my hands on the counter. The cool surface felt like ice against my hot skin, the hairs on my arms standing on end. I heard a package ripping, Colby sliding a condom on that he grabbed from his wallet. Suddenly his hands were on me, pulling the skirt of my dress up until it rested above my ass. He rolled my panties down, his hands massaging my thighs on their way back up.

“You ready for me?” His voice dripped with an aching need: me.

I breathlessly sighed, “Yes, please.”

He pushed my legs open, the tip of his cock teasing my entrance. I mewled at the feeling, backing my hips up until my ass hit his crotch. He groaned, his one hand gripping my hip while the other rested on my back.

Slowly he glided his cock inside of me, both of us holding our breaths as he did. I stretched around him, his size bigger than what I was used to. He filled me up more and more, my eyes fluttering in ecstasy. His body relaxed against mine once he was all the way in, a shuddering 'fuck' falling from his lips.

“Move, Colby. God, please!” I begged.

His hand moved around me to cover my mouth jokingly. "Shh, you can't be too loud. Don't want Sam and his girl to know what we're doing."

I rolled my eyes, knowing that they were lost in their own world and would give no shits about us fucking in here. Colby smirked against my skin, kissing and nibbling my neck and shoulders. His hand drifted back, running through my hair, tugging lightly. His hips began to move in low thrusts. I bit my lip to not moan loudly, but it was so hard. He felt like heaven, and way better than all of my dreams had imagined.

“God, you feel amazing, Y/N.” Colby whispered lightly, “So wet for me.”

I gripped the counter, holding myself into place as he bucked into me. I moved my hips in time with his, meeting him with each thrust.

His hands cupped my hips, his thumbs rubbing circles into them. “You are fucking gorgeous, baby.”

I hummed a moan, my head lulling back. Colby's hand collided with my ass quickly, slapping it. I let out a small shriek, surprised by the impact.

“Colby!” I giggled, looking over my shoulder at him.

He grinned, his dimples appearing briefly. “Can't help it. Wanted to do that for so long.”

“Really? So you've been staring at my ass all this time?” I questioned.

“Oh yeah. Every chance I get.” He raised his eyebrows smugly.

“Perv.” I joked.

Colby laughed, sliding all the way inside of me and stopping. He pressed me against the counter, his hand drifting down and rubbing my clit. “And you're just like me.”

My eyes almost rolled back into my head from the pleasure. “H-how?”

“You're letting me fuck you right in the same spot Sam fucked you in. They could come down any minute and catch us. You want that to happen, don't you?” He grunted, his voice sounding like pure sex.

His fingers on my clit made it hard to think, let alone respond. I stuttered out a curse. His lips were against my ear, “You're mine from now on, you hear me? No one will ever touch you like this again besides me. Say it. Say you're mine.”

“I-I'm yours.” I whimpered.

“Again.” His hips started back up, fucking me harder against the counter than ever before.

“'M yours.” I slurred, my orgasm growing closer and closer.

He slapped my ass again, “Tell me one more time, darling.” 

“I'm yours! Fuck Colby, I'm yours!” I exclaimed, unable to hold back.

“That's my good girl! Fuck yourself on my cock. Do it.” Colby demanded.

I bounced on his dick, his fingers still rubbing my clit over and over again. I was panting, unable to hold back any noises that escaped my throat. My hand slid down to his hand on my clit, pressing him more into me. I gripped his wrist, my nails digging in.

“You close baby? You gonna fucking come for me?” He cursed, his thrusts picking up speed.

I cried out, “Pleaseeee Colbyyy, I wanna come!”

His other hand wrapped around my throat, lightly squeezing for a second. He taunted, “Shhh, you can't scream, Y/N. Even though I know you want to."

Colby pounded into me harder, guttural moans and the sounds of our skin slapping together filling the room.

His voice was hoarse, hungry. “I'm close, darling. Ffffuck you feel so good!”

I desperately whined back, white knuckling the counter as my high grew near. "I'm gonna fucking-!"

“That's it, Y/N. Come for me. Soak my cock and come!” Colby thundered.

My body exploded into an orgasm, my vision blurring. I cried out in ecstasy and pleasure, my hips bucking helplessly around his cock. Colby picked up his pace, thrusting into me passionately. His husky groans echoed in my ear as he came. His hands dug into my skin, his fingers curved as he rubbed my clit through my orgasm. I shook against him, my body finally relaxing against the counter as my pleasure subsided a minute later.

He rested his forehead against my back, spreading lazy kisses and licks across my shoulders and neck. I smiled, catching my breath slowly. His hands moved, softly caressing my skin as he stood up. He picked me up off the counter, spinning me back to face him. Resting me back against it, his body still against mine. His eyes scanned my face, taking in every detail.

“Hi.” He whispered sweetly.

I grinned, “Hi.”

“You okay?” He asked, lightly brushing my hair out of my face.

“Never better. You?” I giggled.

“I'm great.” Colby pecked my lips, pausing briefly. “I wasn't kidding when I said all of that, you know."

"I believe you." I breathed.

"So... you're still mine, right?” He murmured.

“Of course." I lowered my gaze bashfully, "And you're mine?”

He nudged my face up, our eyes locking. “Absolutely.”

<< part one ||

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[archangeldyke-all]

hi angelll!!! sev and reader who talks in her sleep? like sevika wakes up to reader talking about her in her sleep i just think it'd be so cuteeee <33 black fem reader if u can please <3

CUTEEEEEEE RAHHHHHHHH

men and minors dni

sevika's heard of sleep-talkers, but she's never experienced one until the first time she sleeps over at yours.

she watches you prepare for bed in fascination, trying to memorize all the lotions and potions you use as your night-skincare routine, admiringly watching you wrap your hair up in your bonnet.

she sleeps like a fucking baby with you beside her, all soft and warm and smelling like the flowery scent of your face lotion. it's the best sleep of her life until--

"sevika."

she's awake in a snap, scanning the room for danger while she reaches out with her hand to protect you where you lie. wait. you're not sitting up beside her.

sevika shakes her head and blinks a couple times, looking down at where you sleep beside her. she coulda sworn you'd just said her name, but maybe it was just a part of her dream?

sevika settles back down against your bed, curling around you, and she almost closes her eyes to go back to sleep when you speak again. "spicy chicken sandwich with fries and a large water." you mumble. "thank you."

sevika bursts into laughter and crawls out from under the covers to hover over you on all fours as you sleep, watching in fascination as your face scrunches up in response to something in your dream.

"sevika!" you huff, suddenly upset. she wonders what she did in your dream-- probably smacked your ass. that's usually the response smacking your ass gets her. "no, it's for spring solstice." you say suddenly in a pleasant, customer service voice.

sevika can't stop laughing. she can't imagine what's happening in your head, but she's getting a kick out of hearing you mumble about it.

from there on out, each time you wake her up with your sleep talk she listens in fascination and adoration until you eventually settle back down. sometimes she talks back.

"there's DNA evidence." you mumble one night as sevika trails back to bed after a visit to the bathroom. she giggles at your ramblings.

"you in trouble with the law, baby?" she asks as she crawls into bed beside you. you shift in your sleep, subconsciously turning toward her body.

"missed you, sevy." you whine. she kisses your forehead.

"i'm right here baby."

"you wanna make s'mores?" you ask.

sevika chuckles. "when you wake up, sure."

"mmm... okay." you mumble, before settling down.

sometimes, if she's lucky, she gets a peek into your dirty dreams.

last night she woke up to you thrashing, your bonnet thrown across her chest at some point during your restless sleep.

she knows how much you hate sleeping with your hair unprotected, so she tries her best to gently pull the bonnet back over your hair.

it's a bit of a struggle. she must wake up some part of your mind in the process, because you start to mumble under her.

"sev?"

"just puttin' your hair up for you babe." she whispers, kissing your forehead and settling back down beside you.

"can i eat you out?" you ask.

sevika chokes on her spit, then sputters a laugh. "fuck yeah, you can." she giggles. "anytime you want, baby."

"'s not fair." you huff.

"what?" she asks.

"i wish i had a dick s' i could cum in you." you mumble.

this time, sevika can't manage a laugh, she just chokes and tries to catch her breath as you whimper beside her.

she doesn't sleep super well after that. your words just play on repeat in her mind until the sun rises.

you don't believe her in the morning, flustered and hiding your face behind your hands when she repeats your words back to you. you're so fucking cute that it makes the night of horny-sleeplessness worth it for sevika.

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[laithraihan]

now i’m kinda curious to hear what you think of proshipping.. if you don’t mind of course

I'll share my thoughts, and if theres anything I say that doesnt make sense feel free to point it out to me because I mostly write with the help of a translator. Under the cut because I wrote too much stuff.

TLDR: proshippers hate me because I dont want to look at glorified depictions of pedophilia/incest/etc, antis hate me because my content isnt 100% sanitized. I stay around anti circles because I find it slightly easier for me to talk about my headcanons with them even though I think they can be insufferable.

So the thing about proshipping. From what I've seen it means being "anti-harassment" and being in support of curating your online experience, which sounds great on paper and that's practically what I do. I have over 3k accounts blocked on my personal twitter to navigate the website more easily and I also dont care if someone blocks me if they dont like my stuff.

Except proshippers never consider me a proshipper because I am uncomfortable with viewing glorified depictions of topics like pedophilia, incest, rape, all that stuff. The same way people are uncomfortable with excessive blood and gore (which I also can't really handle seeing). Whether or not it's always easy to tell if it's glorified is an entirely different topic, which is precisely why I stay away from all depictions in general to avoid being intrusive.

And what's interesting is that I do not label myself an "anti". Mainly because I don't even know what the term "anti" is supposed to mean ("anti-" what exactly. Genuinely please tell me because I actually dont know) But the ones who label themselves "proship" always call me an anti, because again I do not wish to engage with content related to pedophilia etc, and that alone apparently enough to be considered "a person who harasses others over fiction" even if I mind my own business and have no interest in forcing my personal tastes on others, especially if they make it clear that they wont change their mind. Which makes me believe that for a lot of self-identified proshippers, the definition of being "proship" would be more similar to "I love fucked up stuff and if you dont then youre lame and it obviously means you can't tell the difference between fiction and reality" which honestly seems like insecurity to me.

Forgive me for bringing up this up once again but I want to mention an example to make it easier for me to explain: yknow the whole thing with me drawing Minori and Reigen and labelling it "non-cp" which caused a wave of both self-identified antis and proshippers harassing me over that (I'll say that proshippers were more bold about it since the antis harassing me were all anonymous). Proshippers saw me saying "I dont ship that" and interpreted it as me being defensive and in denial, as if I said "guys I swear Im an anti !!! please dont think im a proshipper !!! ", when I meant "I dont want to discuss this with others in a shipping manner because thats not how I see it and I dont want to enter a space Im not comfortable with"

I admit I responded to this situation in a petty manner, but this was after several days of harassment done directly in my inbox and publicly (sometimes I wish yall remembered that group chats and priv accounts exist). My point is that simply saying you don't like seeing pedophilia in fiction is enough for proshippers to believe it's justified for them to harass you over it (and I'm fully aware they'll say it's not harassment, only when antis and "puriteens" do this to them then it's harassment)

Now about the anti side. Don't get me started on them either. If proshippers see me as an enemy then this must mean that I always get along with the ones who call themselves "antis" (I do not). Note that Im only talking about adults here, I dislike beefing with children and I think their feelings about this are entirely reasonable (I'll elaborate on this when talking about internet safety)

But anyways. I think a lot of adults are discourse-brained and do way too much. Im thinking of nonsense like "this ship is problematic because they are 'sibling-coded' so thats basically incest" "siblings giving each other a hug gives me proship vibes" things of that nature. And you're not allowed to do anything that even has the smallest possibility of being interpreted as "problematic", because then they'll harass you for it, and if you clarify your intentions, they expect you to apologize for "misleading" them because clearly they didnt do anything wrong by making assumptions about you.

There's almost no room allowed for creativity with them, everyone has to follow fanon because they consider it canon, if you ever want to try something other than the same boring domestic fluff then it's "too much" (and not even platonic affection is acceptable to draw in certain cases). Which is incredibly fucking boring to me who wants to see different types of content. People even said I was enjoying incest for drawing Reigen selfcest, and that I was "making others uncomfortable" by drawing it. Genuinely seems to me that they only care about moral superiority, that they never think about anything in depth, and I dont think they realize that it also shows in what they create: boring and repeated fanart and headcanons where the only thing you can say about it is "thats cute", nothing more because you saw it ten billion times already. You cant draw two people showing platonic affection that absolutely nobody would bat an eye if it happened in real life, you cant discuss something specific in more depth without people saying you have a fetish for it, and then they'll harass you based on their speculation that it's a fetish. I dont think many realize this, but fandoms are full of autistic people, so it's normal to see people who are interested in very specific things that dont make sense to others! I wish people were less judgmental, but at the same time I dont care if people think Im weird. I think what I mean is theres no reason to mistreat weird people who do no harm to others.

So yeah if you call yourself an "anti" I'll assume youre spend too much time engaging in fandom discourse and you're the type of person to believe that fanart where two people are holding hands is the equivalent to drawing them fucking each other. Which I think is a very childish mindset to have and it's worrying that many adults think this way. I also think that as an adult they should be capable of blocking stuff they hate instead of constantly arguing with people online because at this point it's just mental torture.

The thing about internet safety I mentioned earlier, I'd say this is the one thing that I'll always prioritize discussing whenever proship discourse comes up.... To put it simply: filter and limit the visibility of your content, do not put triggering stuff in the main tags, stay in your own circles. Whether or not you believe fictional rape/pedophilia/etc is bad is irrelevant, my point is that these are objectively triggering topics and should be filtered just like how there are warnings for violence and blood even if it's not real.

"But it's the parents' responsibility to control what kids look at online, this has nothing to do with me!" and I agree with the parents being the ones Primarily responsible. However the reality is that children are online and there's nothing you can do to stop it from happening. Kids will also enter spaces theyre not allowed in, theyre children and children are rebellious especially teenagers, I was like this as a teenager too. You'd be lying if you said you were always obedient since childhood and never did anything you were told Not to do. And you can't really expect teenagers to always block and not interact if they see something triggering. It's your responsibility to block them if they interact with you, because what I see most of the time is adults bickering with teenagers who are uncomfortable, calling them "puriteens", putting them on blast and allowing other adults including NSFW accounts to dunk on them.

Humiliating and degrading teenagers does not "teach them a lesson", it only makes the teenager more stubborn and reactive. Adults must accept that kids will always find their way in there even if your content isnt easily accessible. So I think it's stupid to feel offended at a child because they got upset when they found upsetting content like how any normal child would react. Which is why I wish more adults would keep blocking without saying anything petty to provoke teenagers.

Before someone pancake-waffles me and says "so youre fine with antis doxxing people" no I do not support doxxing. Ive been doxxed so I know it sucks. However the only times Ive seen it go this far is after continuous arguing because nobody knows when to stop. Im not saying this applies all the time nor am I saying doxxing is fine, but there are ways to minimize this sort of outcome as much as possible. Both sides have doxxed people over petty arguments that couldve easily been avoided if they just blocked each other and moved on.

The topic above (internet safety) is probably the only thing related to this where Im actively telling others what they should be doing. It's not only teenagers who are triggered by depictions of pedophilia etc but also adults like myself. In my case Im old enough to block content I dislike without saying a word, however I cant help but think that there's not enough being done about filtering especially when I do not search for this type of content and I still see it all the time.

I also think it's important for me to mention that I have a very poor sense of morality. I do not have a personal moral code that I adhere to, and I mostly stick to the basic universal ones that make sense to me. So I will not discuss the "morals" of consuming this stuff because I am not adequate to share an opinion on this, and I know the most popular topic of discussion related to proship discourse is morality which I frankly find counterproductive. I dont understand why people should care so much if I find something morally correct or not, unless it's to make themselves feel better about having a "superior opinion" to mine. Though I will say that if a man tells me he's into rape "but only in fiction!" then I dont think it will stop me of imagining myself bashing his skull repeatedly with large rocks. Maybe Im too mistrustful of men in general.

Final point I want to clarify is that I am not trying to assert some sort of superiority over people by disliking both sides, like saying "Im not an anti or a proshipper Im a Normal person" or something like that, and Im not expressing a "neutral" stance on the topic of fiction's influence on reality either. There are topics like racism and orientalism in fiction that Im vocal about (which is expected since Im Algerian). I genuinely believe there are many things that are interesting to discuss and should be prioritized, but too many people are chronically online, subjective and defensive, at this point I dont even think it's accurate to say that disliking one side automatically means you support the other side regarding fiction. To me, "proship discourse" is not about the debate of the effects of fiction on reality, censorship in media, etc. It's about everything I described earlier that happens online.

#asks #hopefully this doesnt start anything bad