#and makes it a point to leave flowers at it whenever she can

[nerdpoe]

Phantom, the newest addition to the Justice League, pulls Wonder Woman aside.

He has...a strange request.

He's nervous, flustered, fading in and out of the visible spectrum. It's clear that what he's about to ask of her is important to him, and even though she has an uncomfortable voice in the back of her head telling her this young hero is about to ask her out, she resolves to listen before she jumps to conclusions.

She's glad she did.

"Can...can you put a grave for me in Themyscira? I know it's just for women, but it's the safest place I can think of for it! I just...I don't have a grave, and Clockwork says it's starting to stunt my growth as a Ghost, and I have too many enemies on American soil, so. It's okay if you say no, though, I'll figure something out, it's fine."

Diana lets him ramble to the end, already knowing what her answer is going to be.

"We would be honored to host your grave, Phantom. Do you have any remains I can take home? Do you require a funeral service?"

Phantom looks...he looks beyond grateful. Close to tears.

"No, no remains. A symbolic grave is fine, it just. It has to have my real name on it, my mortal one." He says, looking hesitant. "Please don't reach out to my family, Wonder Woman. They don't know."

With that, he hands over a small slip of paper, torn from a notebook and clearly folded one too many times.

She takes it as though he were entrusting her with the rarest diamond in the world. She wants to, but she does not ask how they could not notice the death of someone so very bright.

Instead she nods, tucking the paper away.

Phantom will get a grand grave, one worthy of a friend to the Crown of Themyscira. She will ensure it.

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #phanfic #story prompt #she builds him a superb grave #and makes it a point to leave flowers at it whenever she can #the paper also had his birthdate and deathdate #she doesn't know who clockwork is but she's heard phantom talk highly of him #so she trusts that this clockwork fellow wasn't joking around #she also makes it a point to take phantom for ice cream or other treats now that she knows he died so young #she keeps her word #she doesn't contact the fentons #she doesn't look into them #she's not bruce and she knows how to respect a boundary

[its-shells]

“So,” Grian says, “this is awkward.”

Scar says nothing. Scar had said nothing for quite a while, honestly, sitting cross-legged in the void and playing with the hem of his cloak. Or with the flower stems woven through the hem of his cloak, as it were. Lilacs and poppies. Grian had thought it painfully ironic the first time he saw them. Scar hadn’t. Not until now.

“So,” Grian says, again, “I can explain? I think?”

He can hear stifled giggles behind him, Scott and Pearl discussing the last moments of the fight. He feels Martyn’s heated glare between his shoulder blades too, knows that he’ll be getting an earful about taking his final life whenever the fourth winner can get his hands on him, but at least Martyn’s been kind enough to leave him at the mercy of the fifth for now. Or not kind enough, as it were. Whether or not Scar has any mercy for him is an open question.

“Explain what,” Scar says. It’s not a question, which is just as well, since Grian doesn’t really have an answer.

Can he explain?

“Well,” he says, “there’s these death games.”

The death games he technically started, and then technically couldn’t stop. The death games that weren’t meant to be blood sacrifices, but probably count as happening on somebody’s altar. The death games that no one ever wins, but technically–

“Technically, the people who win them get to keep their memories.” He scrunches up his nose. “Or, uh, recover their memories of the previous ones, I suppose. Which is what’s happening to you. And Martyn, and Pearl, and Scott, and I was the first, so–”

“One heck of a headache, right?” Pearl yells behind them. “Was even for me, and you’ve got four whole timelines to deal with!” She flops backwards onto the floor, which is the void, pressing the back of the palm to her forehead theatrically even as she peers up at Scar through parted fingers. Scott rolls his eyes and grabs her hand.

“Give them a moment, Pearl,” Grian hears him whisper. “I know you weren’t there for Third Life, but I’ve explained it to you a dozen times, so–“

“So,” Scar says. “Third Life was real.”

It’s a strange way of putting it for someone who hadn’t remembered it at all until now.

“That’s a strange way of putting it for someone who hadn’t remembered it at all until now,” Grian says, because he’s always loose-tongued after dying. Scar stares at him, unblinking.

“That’s a strange way of thinking for someone who declared the first ever game a double victory,” he says. His head is tilted to the side.

Grian stares back.

“That didn’t count.”

“It didn’t not.”

“You didn’t remember until now.”

“I didn’t not.”

“That makes no sense.”

“Doesn’t it?” Scar shrugs. He plucks a flower from between the dark threads. It’s a poppy. “No less than the rest of it. No less sense than me waking up with sand between my toes, or burns on my arms, or bamboo in my pockets. No less than the dreams. Those didn’t make sense either.”

“It’s not like you ever asked me to explain.”

“Would you have?”

“Not the point.”

“Isn’t it?”

Pearl is still giggling. Martyn is still staring. Scott is quiet.

“Maybe it is,” Grian admits, quietly. It’s not an apology. It never will be.

Nor is it forgiveness, when Scar leans forward to tuck the poppy behind his ear. Nor will it ever be.

Sure feels like it sometimes though.

#OMG IM FINALLY SHOWING UP IN THE TAGS SO YOU GET THIS #is this good? idk i’m too drunk to tell. but i sure am obsessed about secret life ending. #secret life smp #secret life #secret life spoilers #grian #goodtimeswithscar #gtws #scarian #desert duo #desertduo #slsmp #slsmp spoilers #shells writes

[ghxstmxchine]

ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ

All the little ways they show love...

ᴍɪʟᴇꜱ will stop in his tracks all the time whenever you have to stop to tie your shoes, it doesn't matter how far ahead the rest of your friends are. He doesn’t mind, always telling you that you both can catch up pretty quick and to take your time. If you need, he’ll tie them for you, promising that he’ll make sure they won’t come undone again, but he’ll always wait for you if they do. He’s got nothing better to do than be with you

Her interactions with Miles may make her seem oblivious, but ɢᴡᴇɴ is quick to notice everything when it comes to you. She’s always fixing your appearance, the strand of hair that’s sticking out weird she’s already carefully smoothing down. She’ll adjust any of your jewelry for you and swipe away marks from your cheeks with a giggle, but she’s never prompted. She’s always just doing it without second thought

Nothing is really sacred to ʜᴏʙɪᴇ, especially not any of his accessories. When you point out a patch of his you really like, you’ll find it stuck on your backpack. When you compliment his rings, he’s already sliding one onto your finger and kissing the back of your hand. Whenever you ask him why he does it he just replies with a shrug and sly smirk, why would he keep it when it looks better on you

ᴘᴀᴠɪᴛʀ shares everything with you, he saves you the other half of his orange and always leaves a portion of his drink for you. He shares his bed when you’re too tired to go home and it’s late and lets you sleep under his favorite handmade blanket. He leaves one hand free while carrying things just so he can still hold your hand. He shares truly everything, his secrets, his belongings and even himself

It’s easy to feel almost forgotten with ᴍɪɢᴜᴇʟ, he’s always getting lost in his work making you feel less than top priority. But the flowers on the counter he brings home are always replaced once they start to wilt and the coffee is always in the pot when you wake up in the morning. He may not be there in person all the time to show you how much you mean to him, but he embeds his love in every inch of your house

more visually accessible version here

#across the spiderverse #atsv x reader #atsv #spiderverse x reader #hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miles morales #miles morales x reader #gwen stacy #gwen stacy x reader #pavitr prabhakar #pavitr prabhakar x reader #gn reader

[thebisexualdogdad]

One Piece preferences - how they tell you that they like you (GN!reader)

Luffy -

● Luffy is not one for shame or embarrassment yet he's always nervous around you

● he always awkwardly rambles when you're near him

● and he even asks if you want the last bite of food before he takes it for himself like usual

● he goes to Usopp first for advice which Sanji and Zoro overhears and tells him to ignore Usopp's terrible advice and listen to them instead

● which then Nami overhears and calls them all idiots and gives Luffy actually good advice

● Luffy finally tells you he likes you but rambles again while talking so you kiss him to shut him up

Nami -

● she doesn't

● you have to make the first move

● even when you do tell her you like her she makes you work for it

● "I'll go out with you when we find the one piece"

● "I'm holding you to that"

● a couple months later when she thinks you've proven yourself she sets two plates of food in front of you guys

● "what's this?"

● "we're on a date"

● "I thought you weren't going to go out with me until we found the one piece?"

● "I changed my mind now start eating before I change it again"

Sanji -

● He is very confident and makes it known he likes you the moment you meet

● He flirts with you the entire time you're eating in the baratie

● "Anything else I can get for you cutie? I've been told I make a mighty fine dessert, that is unless you want me for dessert instead"

● "just the check please sweet talker"

● he brings the check to you with his number written on the bottom

● "just so you know I do accept tips in the form of a date"

Zoro -

● no matter how much Luffy points out to Zoro that he likes you he refuses to acknowledge his feelings for you

● It's not until you get critically hurt in a fight that he finally admits to himself that he likes you

● you've been unconscious for days and he never leaves your side while you're recovering

● you wake up to him sitting at your bedside and you've never seen him look this worried

● "thank God I thought I lost you"

● "you saying you care about me Zoro?"

● "yes Y/N, I care you about you a lot so please don't do that to me again"

Usopp -

● always brings you flowers and little trinkets

● "I saw this in town and thought you'd like it"

● names one of his slingshot moves after you

● all around gentleman trying to woo you

● Zoro "you know he likes you right"

● "of course I know, I just think it's sweet how hard he tries"

● the first time you kiss him on the cheek to thank him for your gift he blushes so hard and nearly faints

● he goes around proudly telling everyone that you kissed him and that he's your boyfriend now

Buggy -

● puts on an entire show for you

● pulling out all of his best jokes and stunts

● making the crowd cheer extra hard

● he does a huge speech throughout the entire performance about how you two could conquer the world together

● and how he needs you by his side to be the best pirate he can be

● for his final trick he uses his powers to send his hand up to you with a bouquet of flowers

● "what do you say Y/N? Want to be my co captain?"

Shanks -

● whenever he's in town he tells you stories of his adventures over drinks at the bar

● and always gives you part of his treasure that his crew found on their recent voyage as gifts

● "You're really giving me this? Do you know how valuable it is?"

● "There's no treasure in this world that I value more than you"

● "well Shanks it sounds like you're trying to tell me that you like me"

● "I would travel the entire ocean for you my dear Y/N and I would love if you joined me on my next adventure"

Mihawk-

● Literally kills a guy for you

● you're complaining about some jerk you ran into at the bar

● he mumbles "he shall pay for disrespecting my Y/N" and excuses himself

● he returns a little bit later with the guys decapitated head in his hand and blood on his shirt

● "you said you had a problem with this guy so I killed him in your honor"

● "Oh thats… sweet"

● "I knew you'd be impressed. So, dinner?"

Cabaji -

● always tries to look cool in front of you

● doing tricks on his unicycle

● like riding it through a flaming hoop

● or having you stand on his shoulders while he cycles around the ring

● or putting someone on the spinning wheel and throwing knives at them landing impossibly close to their skin

● "that was cool wasn't it Y/N"

● "sure was Cabaji"

● "So what do you say you and I get drinks together sometime?"

#one piece imagine #monkey d luffy imagine #monkey d luffy x reader #nami imagine #nami x reader #sanji imagine #sanji x reader #roronoa zoro imagine #roronoa zoro x reader #usopp imagine #usopp x reader #buggy imagine #buggy x reader #shanks imagine #shanks x reader #dracule mihawk imagine #dracule mihawk x reader #cabaji imagine #cabaji x reader #x gender neutral reader #preferences

[awfcspencer]

Pretty Heart || alexia putellas x reader

alexia putellas x reader

prompt: Alexia outside stone cold persona doesn’t match the Alexia you see.

warnings: none!

Alexia took her role as captain for Barcelona very seriously. It was an absolute honor to represent her team as the captain, dreaming about times like this when she was a young girl. Alexia worked her tail off in training and in matches to gain the respect of fans, her coaches, and her teammates. She was herself’s biggest supporter and critic.

At training, Alexia was stone cold, not in a mean way by any measure of the word, but in a way of expecting the best out of her teammates. She would offer tips and advice on how to better her teammates. She never said anything she wouldn’t do herself, often times staying after on the pitch to get a few more dribbling exercises in and shooting drills. She wanted to lead by example. She typically never goofed off or really laughed during training and this only added to her serious persona as captain. On the pitch, she was focused on a single goal, get better each day.

When Alexia brought you around her teammates for the first time to say that they were surprised would be an understatement. You were loud, always joking around, and had a smile locked on your face. The complete opposite of what they usually saw from Alexia. But unlike they thought, it was not a case of opposites attract.

At home, away from the pitch, Alexia was the sweetest girl you had ever met, and she had the prettiest and biggest heart. On her way home from training, she would pick you up flowers and your favorite chocolate so often that you were running out of vases to put them in. Alexia was also incredibly happy whenever she got home to you, hoping to shower and cuddle you the rest of the night. She really liked to leave football at the door when she arrived home, completely separating work life and love life. Just as the way your smile never left your face, Alexia always had a smile plastered on her face when she was around you. You lit up Alexia’s life, just as much as she lit up your life.

Alexia was also one of the funniest people ever, often telling her that if football doesn’t work out that she would make bank as a comedian. Alexia had a way of adding one-liners to your guys conversations that made you laugh until you had tears in your eyes and your abs hurt. The secret was that Alexia loved to make you laugh, your laugh warmed her heart and she could listen to your laugh all day every day. Simply just music to her ears.

For this particular Barcelona match, you were getting a small dinner after to celebrate and meet a few of her teammates a bit better. You understood slightly that Alexia was a little two sided, one side with you and one side with her teammates, but you unaware at the drastic difference.

At the table was you, Alexia, Lucy, Ona, Mapi, and Ingrid. It was a low key, in the wall sort of restaurant, hoping to have a quiet night and enjoy one another’s company. Conversations flowed effortlessly at the table.

“So, what is Alexia like at home? Does she boss you around like she does us?” Lucy asks you in a joking manner.

“What? Definitely not. If anything, I have to always get on her to remember to do her laundry or the dishes.” You tell the group. It is interesting to hear that Alexia is so different between with you and with her teammates.

“I can not imagine Alexia being captained around.” Mapi adds. Mapi was probably the next closest person to really know Alexia and she was still widely unaware of Alexia’s true soft nature. At this point in the conversation, Alexia has a deep red blush on her cheeks and while the other members of the dinner were unaware, she was clutching your hand as she played with the rings on your hand under the table. If anyone were to see Alexia now, they wouldn’t be able to even fathom that she was a serious captain who believed in a ‘work hard play hard’ mentality.

“I guess Alexia is just a two-sided mystery.” you joke out, now fully understanding the vast difference of character.

The dinner carried on as did the conversations. Whenever you made small comments or little stories about your Alexia, her teammates could now see the fun, joking, and sweet side of Alexia. She would crack jokes at the table and she slowly came out of her captaincy shell. The dinner was finished and you had a lovely time, giving everyone a quick hug before walking out with Alexia.

When you both returned home, you wanted to ask Alexia about it.

“Hey Ale, why do your teammates make it seem like you are some hard-nosed captain that has like a no fun zone sign on your head” you questioned to her.

“I am their captain baby, I want to be respected.” she answered as if it was completely simple.

While you understood the point she was trying to make, it did make you a little sad at the thought that they didn’t really know the true Alexia. The Alexia that cried at any dog movie where the dog dies. The Alexia that refused to go to bed until she got a proper kiss goodnight. The Alexia that had to be holding your hand or really just be in your space 24/7. The Alexia that whined like a baby when you would leave to go to work, complaining as the bed was too cold when you left her side. Your Alexia.

“I get it, I do. But maybe if you showed a little bit more of you, your pretty heart baby, then it could honestly help the team more. You know like showing even the captain is human.” you explained to her.

“Yeah maybe, but I am only agreeing because you’re too cute to make upset.” she stated as she moved you and her to the couch so you two can cuddle and continue your binge watch of Love Island.

This is where you knew Alexis was most relaxed and comfortable, beside you, in your shared private home. A small fuzzy blanket thrown over the two of you as her hands found yours. Giving her a small kiss on the temple before beginning the episode.

#woso x reader #woso community #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso one shot #woso soccer #woso blurbs #woso #woso couples #alexia putellas x reader #alexia x reader #alexia putellas x y/n #alexia putellas #barca femeni #barcelona femeni #womens soccer

[spamgyu]

SVT PU - Orange Peel Theory // Drabble

orange peel theory is making it's rounds on local tiktok and twitter. this is my humorous take on how the PERFORMANCE UNIT discuss/deal with the orange peel theory with their significant others.

[hhu] [vu]

SOONYOUNG

he was in the middle of call when y/n had taken a seat next to him on their couch, a snack in hand.

"yeah, i think i can come in and record today." soonyoung motioned for her to hand over the fruit, nestling his phone between his ear and shoulder – freeing his hands.

she shook her head, not wanting to interrupt him, but he was persistent – taking the orange from her.

"no it's okay, i'll be there in thirty." he continued, peeling the citrus. "let me just get dress– i can pick him up on the way too."

without breaking the conversation, soonyoung had managed to completely peel her snack of choice; handing it back once he had finished.

y/n mouthed a thank you to him, earning a wink in return.

"okay, see you later. bye." soonyoung ended the call, turning to her with his mouth open. "ah."

"get your own!" she shook her head with giggle.

pouting, soonyoung leaned closer. "i need energy for when i record."

y/n rolled her eyes at his antics, knowing that he was simply being dramatic – popping a slice into his mouth. "you passed by the way."

"passed?" he chewed.

"orange peel theory. if that's what you were trying to do."

"like a class?"

he had no idea what she was talking about; peeling the orange simply because he wanted to.

"nevermind."

JUNHUI

"baby!" he called out from the kitchen, causing y/n to run in – afraid of what he could have possibly done.

he had insisted on preparing their lunch today, despite it being his first and only day off in months. jun had always been better in the cooking department of their relationship than she was; not bothering to fight him when he had told her that he was completely fine with preparing their meal.

"what happened? are your fingers in tact? are you–"

"look!" jun pointed to the fruit he had peeled.

correction, plated professionally

her boyfriend enjoyed random artistic hobbies, not batting an eye whenever he chose pick a new one up.

even if it was.... fruit peel art.

"you made a flower out of an orange peel?" y/n raised her brows.

"cute right?" he chuckled.

"i thought you were making lunch."

"i am, this is your snack while i cook." he handed her the plate of oranges with a flower peel as garnish. "orange peel theory, baby."

"it's hypothe–"

"sh... eat the orange." jun shook his head, ushering her out of the kitchen.

MINGHAO

"babe, would you peel an orange for me?"

minghao was in the middle of chopping vegetables for their dinner when y/n had entered the kitchen, a playful smile on her face. "is this a sexua–"

"wha- no!" she laughed, walking over to him to show him the tiktok that had been playing on her phone – it was creator attempting to test her boyfriend with the orange peel theory.

she had no doubt he would do anything for her; he'd bring down the stars for her without having asked.

his mother had raised him well.

"hm..." he nodded as the video looped back to the beginning, walking over to grab one of the oranges in their fruit bowl. "isn't it crazy that such a small act can predict how someone will treat you and your relationship."

she watched as he peeled the citrus without tearing the outer in pieces – going in a spiral.

"it's such a small act that shows that your significant other is willing to do anything, no matter how small." he went on. "making their partner's life that much easier."

leave it to minghao to analyze a fifteen second video, instantly knowing the meaning behind the current social media trend.

he split the fruit in half, feeding her a slice. "yummy?"

"yummy." she chewed, a smile on her face.

"i know you were just joking, but for the record," minghao tucked a strand behind her ear, placing a kiss on her cheek. "i'd peel a strawberry, if it means you'd never have to lift a finger."

"i know." she hummed.

CHAN

in a world full of boys, he was a gentleman. or whatever the hell taylor swift said.

despite being the youngest in his group, chan was the eldest in his family and doting on her came naturally – especially since she was the youngest in hers.

she was used to the princess treatment from her own family and chan had no problem continuing that treatment.

y/n knew he would do anything for her... but she wanted him to know she would do the same.

even if he rarely allowed her to.

"fuck." y/n hissed as her fingers slipped yet again in her attempts to peel an orange for her boyfriend.

"you okay?" his voice startling her, causing her to jump.

"yeah just trying to pee– no!" she cried as he took the fruit from her.

"i'll do it." he continued where she had left off, using his body to shield the citrus away from her hands.

"give it."

"you just got your nails done." chan chuckled, turning around once he was finished. "those gems on your nails are going to get lodged in this and you'll end up choking or something."

"ha ha not funny." she rolled her eyes. "it's for you, dummy."

"i dont want it."

"yeah well, orange peel theory." y/n grumbled.

chan threw his head back and laughed. he had heard about the theory from seungkwan and didn't care for it, knowing that no matter how many relationship theories came about, he and y/n were secure in their relationship. though, that didn't stop him from finding her attempts to prove the theory right funny. "you failed then?"

"because of you!"

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(for some reason it's not allowing me to tag some who wanted to be added to the perm tag list ... cries... pls check ur settings so i can for future posts)

#lsdfkjas;lkdfjs the way it took me so long to come up with different scenarios for each of the boys im puking #moments like this is when i realized 13 men IS a lot #writers who do scenarios for all 13 boys are gods strongest soldier #seventeen imagines #svt scenarios #spamwrites #hoshi x reader #soonyoung x reader #junhui x reader #jun x reader #minghao x reader #myungho x reader #the8 x reader #dino x reader #chan x reader

[hansolsfearofbugs]

Skz- Before He Confesses

little things they do while they have a crush on you, sfw

huyng line edition - Bang Chan, Lee Know, Changbin, Hyunjin

maknae line

part 2- how he confesses: hyung line

Chan

finds himself looking out for you like he does for the members

little things like making sure to set some of your favorite snacks aside (yes he payed attention) before the members get to them

or packing an extra hoodie in case you get cold (this one's not totally selfless...he can't deny how much he likes seeing you in his clothes)

this is more of a thing that'd happen when y'all are in a relationship but he would absolutely hold you in a way where he could hear your heartbeat

that hairtie you left lying around that one time? he's keeping it on his wrist in case you ever need it

sticking with that theme: he would remember all of the little things you've told him about yourself

he would know your favorite food, restaurants, places, clothing brands, books, tv shows, movies, colors, jewelry, and anything else

tries to casually slip his knowledge of these things into conversations hoping to impress you

would overthink every text he sends you

like he would draft everything in his notes app, read it over to make sure there's no typos and that theres the right balance of exclamation points so he doesn't seem to angry, but not so many that it's weird, and would have to take a deep breath before sending you anything

one of the members definitely found the note in his phone with all the drafted messages and he got so much shit for it lol

watches videos of you two over and over again while smiling like an idiot

Lee Minho

finds himself talking to soonie, doongie, and dori about you

"she's just funny and sweet"

"meow"

"exactlyyy"

is scared to get caught staring at you so he purposefully looks down when he's near you which just makes it more obvious that he likes you

this is what gets him caught by the members

is reduced to a quiet, blushing mess when the members confront him about his feelings for you

stalks your social media to figure out what music you're listening too

makes a playlist titled "her" with all the songs you like and listens to it to feel closer to you

will purposefully mix your songs in with his when he has the aux to impress you

so happy when he sees you smiling and singing along to one of your songs

brings you coffee and pastries in the morning but doesn't actually have the courage to give them to you in person

just leaves them by your stuff with a little note so you know it's for you :)

seo changbin

changbin is absolutely the type to become your boy bsf to get close to you

is there to listen or give you advice on everything

#1 outfit advice friend

i mean he's not necessarily the best at outfit advice but it's the enthusiasm that counts

gets so happy when you send him pics of different outfits and ask for his opinons

thinks you look so pretty in everything you send him

purposefully "accidentally" matches with you now that he knows what you're wearing

stands close to you whenever you're in group settings and will stare down any guy he catches checking you out

tries to "accidentally" make physical contact whenever he can

hand gently on your waist as he walks past you

knees brushing together under the table

grabbing your hands when he's excited

touches your shoulder when laughing

you're the only one thats allowed to call him binnie

the members heard you call him binnie and when he just let it happen they were so confused

that's how they figured out he liked you

they teased the hell out of him for it

hwang hyunjin

catches all his sketches turning into you

what can he say? you're his muse

daydreams romantic scenarios with you before he falls asleep

his personal favorite is slow dancing with you on an empty stage in the moonlight after everyone else has left

has made several paintings and sketches of that exact scenario

will sketch pretty flowers on napkins when y'all are out as gifts for you

has a collection of book quotes and songs that remind him of you

purposefully shows off a bit in dance practice whenever he knows you're watching

has a talent for finding you in a crowd if you go to a performance

takes note of the jewelry you wear and buys himself pieces in similar styles so he can match with you

has read every book and watched every tv show he's ever heard you talk about

always asks you to do up his tie for him when he's getting ready for awards shows

doodles on your arm when he's bored

likes to sit next to you while he sketches or reads and you get work done

doesn't bother him that its quiet, he just likes to be in your presence

steals glances at you while you're reading or working because he thinks you look extra pretty while you're concentrating

a/n: if you enjoyed this check out the maknae line version!

check out part 2- how they confess: hyung line

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[leaawrites]

It's nice to have a friend

Percy Jackson x mortal fem!reader

Warnings: use of Y/n, mentions of almost dying, Percy's stupid at some points, friends to lovers

Summary: Percy can't let your hands freeze to death, only because he had to make you lose yours in the first place.

Masterlist

Looking out the window Y/n saw the frozen water falling down from above. Their heritage, the clouds, were a dark color of white, however the snow didn’t make the scene dark, it made it comfortable. It gave her a type of warm hug, a feeling she couldn’t forget. A feeling she wanted to save for the warm summer days, the same as she saves the sun for rainy days, and the rain for when the flowers bloom.

The bell rang, signaling that the lesson, and the school day therefor, was over. Y/n sighned, she did want to walk through the streets covered in snow, but her hands would freeze to death in the meantime, since she lost her gloves a year before.

With her hands in the pockets of her coat and her gaze on the floor, watching the snow squish under her boots, while new one fell onto them, she concentrated on the music in her ears. Only looking up when she heard child’s laughter. On the other side of the sidewalk, 4 kids were having a snowball fight, laughing together when one gets hit by the snow. Y/n stopped, admiring the fun in their eyes.

“You wanna join them?” A voice beside her asked.Turning around, she saw her best friend, Percy.

She would still concider him her best friend, even when he started to ditch her every summer for some summer camp he couldn't tell her too much about. She liked the boy, she really did. But something about his behavior when she asked him about it didn't sit right with her. It was like he didn’t want her to know. Before this, Percy would've told her everything. No matter what, she used to always be the first to know. Whether it be about a new school he was sent to or someone that bullied him on that day. It was always her. Now it were his new friends.

She tried to tell herself that it was because Percy wanted to leave some of his old life behind whenever he went to summer camp. Like it were two seperate worlds. But she knew that Grover, another friend of Percy's, was also there.

"I can’t," she answered. "I lost my gloves last year, after you had to take me to one of those." She pointed to the kids, smilling at the memory of back then.

“Oh, yeah.” He remembered, laughing at the memory as well.

Both of them were prepared to make the other go down and suffer in the snow that day a year ago. It was a simple and nice idea, until Percy decided he had to help a duck on the lake. At that time he hadn’t had snow gloves himself, so he borrowed Y/n’s.

Long story short, the duck ended up almost drowning, together with Percy, but could rescue itself, while the gloves were sliding from Percy’s hands and fell into the freezing water. He hadn’t bought her new one’s, he insisted on doing so, but she refused to accept them when he got them for her. She didn’t want him to spent his money on her, so she said she would buy new one’s herself. Since it was technically her own fault for giving them to him, when she knew they wouldn’t end up on her own pair of hands anyway. However, she forgot until it was too late.

"You almost died that day, how can you laugh about it?" She asked the pale boy. With the white snow surrounding him he fit right into it.

"t was a fun day, you can’t deny it, can you?" He asked her, searching for the comformation he always craved from her. He wanted her to agree with him in everything, so that he knew that they were still balancing on the same thin line like before all the sudden changes in his life.

Spending time with her always kind of made him feel more at ease. She was his home. She was who he was so used to, he could tell her everything. Besides about camp and his now second life. It was too dangerous. So, he keot it to himself. Rather have her angry than dead, right?

"It was a fun day," she agreed, stuffing her hands further into her pockets from the cold temperatures.

"Have mine," Percy said, holding his gloves into her direction, after seeing her shaking body.

"No, thanks,” she said, continuing walking home. "I’m not even that cold."

But the chattering of her teeth betrayed her and Percy looked at her with a dumbfounded expression.

"Then have one at least," he tried to compromise, looking into her eyes with that certain look. Raising his eyebrows, Percy moved the glove more to her body, until she couldn’t refuse to take it anymore. Rolling her eyes in annoyance, she put the black glove over her freezing hand. Feeling the warm of his hand from before, made an slight blush creep up on her face. Which she played off from the cold.

"What is with the other, genuis?" she asked. She didn’t want a second glove but a conversation.

He only took her hand into his, beginning to walk again, not looking at her once. Her face grew even hotter and her body was filling with warmth as their bare freezing skin touched and exchanged body heat. Both were burning from the desire of this being more than a friendly encounter.

#percy jackson x reader #percy jackson imagine #percy pjo #percy series #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson x y/n #percy jackson x you #pjo imagine #pjo fanfic #pjo fandom #pjo series #pjo #pjo tv show #Spotify

[formulapai]

YOU’RE PURR-FECT FOR ME !

scenario: how some of the grid would deal with a cat-obsessed lover

warnings: cat scratches, blood due to scratches, biting, overall just kitty shenanigans

pai’s words: grew up surrounded by cats (and even now, meet Sushi my kitty baby and her VERY BIG FANGS in the first pic !) (she has a teeth condition so her fangs just grow and grow and we have to take her to the vet so they can trim them sksksksk still lives a wonderful life don’t worry) so i have a particular spot in my heart for them 🫶

MAX🍊

- CAT DAD

- jimmy and sassy are his little menaces and he never shuts up about them

- is very fond of all the cat memes you send him and saves them

- rolls his eyes when you nag at him for punishing the cats, even when they did something they definitely should get punished for (aka just max pointing an accusatory at them and slightly raising his voice)

- wheezed the first time you proposed a cats play date but soon realized you were serious and stopped

- knows he can always count on you to watch over his two menaces when he’s away and always makes sure to thank you profusely

- does the same for you when you’re away and sends you pictures and videos of your cats all day long, even FaceTiming you to show you the damages they decided to do to his apartment

- once you live together he has to physically stop you buying every cute cat furniture you see. no, you don’t need yet another litter box just because this one’s yellow with little flowers. no, your cat’s life won’t be drastically better if their food bowls are heart-shaped.

- in the end, he gives in and drives you to the store because he can’t resist you and your love for cats

ESTEBAN🍊

- sends you random cats pictures and caption them with “us ☺️”

- he sees a cat keychain while traveling? he buys it for you. a shirt with paw prints on it ? he buys it too. a box of cookies with the picture of a cat on it ? yeah, it’s going in his luggage too.

- brings treats for your kitties when he visits you and tells you about the searches he did before buying them

- responsible cat dad in law

- smiles SO BRIGHT when you send him videos of the little monsters before his races, it really pumps him up

- is the one sending you shopping ideas for cat furniture and gladly takes you to the store or orders for you

- posts them all over his social medias

- one time, one of your cats bit him pretty deep in the calf and he spent ten minutes trying to free his leg from the murder fangs

- never told you about it because 1) his pride suffered because of the fact that a CAT defeated him 2) he cares about Mr.Chonk and doesn’t want you punishing him

PIERRE🍊

- said many times that he much prefers dogs but deep down, he loves the balls of fur

- annoys them all the time and complains when his arms look like scratching posts

- gives them the dumbest nicknames and laughs his ass off when you complain about it

- the first thing he buys when he goes grocery shopping before coming to your place is cat food, so much that you have cupboards full of it but don’t have the heart to tell him as you know it’s his way of taking care of them

- your cats adore him when he’s not being a pain in their backside

- locks them out of the bedroom and makes fun of you for giving in and letting them inside after they meowed on the other side of the door

- scolds them like he’d scold kids and tells them off about their attitude when he notices their ears going on airplane mode, scolds you too when you take their side and coo at them

- sends you tiktoks about cat clothes and orders it because he knows the cats are going to hate it

- movie night turns into him cuddling “his babies” and leaving you sitting on the floor

OSCAR🍊

- grew up with dogs but is a cat person deep down

- snorts when you send him pics of your cats next to pics of him, or the “polite cat Oscar” memes you find on twitter

- never carries them in his arms because he knows they’ll gnaw on him so whenever he has to lift them off the kitchen counter, he puts his hands behind their front legs and lifts them “Simba-in-lion-king style” which has you wheezing

- sighs when he sees that you bought new cat trinkets

- he lets you change his phone screens and widgets to cat pictures and memes because you were bored and already did yours

- complains when you show him the matching pjs you bought with paw prints all over but you catch him wearing them in a FaceTime call

- you once played with your monsters and ended up with little drips of blood all over from scratches and bite marks (accidental, the monsters can get quite into the games) and he panicked

- you heard him scolding the cats after he cleaned you up and took a video of it. you still teases him about it sometimes

LANDO🍊

- is a dog person but also loves your hairy ankle biters

- asks max about how to woo your cats. max just makes fun of him and leaves him to suffer like a real bestie.

- whenever he opens your front door, he knows he has 0.2 seconds to enter and close it before they come running and try to get out. he once let them out and had to run after them in your building stairs

- loves to come up to them when they’re sleeping and pinch their belly to annoy them

- sends you pics of everything cat-related he sees when he travels, as well as pics of real cats

- his jpg account is filled with his little family (you and your cats) and their crimes (the bite marks adorning his legs and you laughing in the background)

- when you move together, the cats know exactly when he starts streaming and run to the room he’s in, causing ruckus and showing the viewers just how little power Lando has over the cuties

- he closes the door once but immediately opens it when he hears a loud thud, one of the cats running straight into the door because it’s never ever closed. the video of him crying in laughter on the floor as the kitty meows in annoyance gets all over social medias and everyone teases him about being a bad cat dad

- takes the tiny menace in his arms when he’s finally able to stop sobbing and shows everyone they’re fine

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[merrilinie]

Things I like to think would happen if the Knights and co knew about Merlin’s magic (and merthur):

• “Merlin, can you do the fire trick with the dragon again?”

• “I’m not drying your clothes, Gwaine. You chose to go in the river fully clothed, you pay the price.”

• Merlin making them flower crowns and them bullying Arthur into wearing his

• Everyone asking him if he can make them fly

• Merlin pretending he can talk to the horses and making them think him and the horses are shit talking

• Him and Gwen pretending to do chores together but really he magicked it and they’re just having a nice evening

• Merlin and Morgana having lessons in the forest while the knights what over so none one spits them

• “No, I can’t read minds.” One of the knights, “oh, okay.” *realises they didn’t ask that out loud.* “WAIT-“

• Merlin and Arthur cuddling together at night accidentally and everyone knows because Merlin’s magic is safe now and leaves a patch of flowers under him when he sleeps

• Merlin creating plants with his magic so he doesn’t have to spend so much time gathering herbs for Gaius

• the Knights and Gwen taking this a step further and making a garden of herbs for him and Gaius

• Arthur realising they should have done that years ago and putting the royal funds into it despite Uthers annoyance

• Morgana and Merlin being taught how to fight with swords (even if she already knows a fair bit) so they can protect themselves with something other than magic

• the two of them then teaching Gwen because they both think she’d be an amazing knight

• Gaius having a mini heart attack whenever he hears Merlin and the Knights talking about magic

• them realising he’s insecure about his healing magic because it’s the hardest form of magic and being sure to praise him whenever he does it or any other form of healing

• After Merlin and Arthur finally get together, his magic doesn’t want to leave him alone and so when he does his little fire show for them it instantly goes to Arthur and the others get jealous

• after an attack and Merlin nearly gets hurt, Arthur ‘forces’ his Knights to be sworn to Merlin with Merlin’s staff and so technically, they’re also his Knights and Merlin is a royal

• The druids instantly knowing this and calling him a prince

• the knights going along with it

• After a while the Knights (who know how) begin to teach the Druids things like reading and currency

• everyone teasing Merlin by saying his magic has a crush on Arthur despite the two being together already

• he blushes every time

• Merlin openly enchanting their amour to be stronger and magic proof

• him giving Gwen and Morgana matching necklaces that are also enchanted that they keep hidden

• all of them are so impressed with his power but then they are just straight dumfounded because like… how the fuck did he keep this hidden for so long?

• Growing strawberries once he sees how much Gwen loves them and they are really rare

• tricking the Knights into thinking he can talk to ghost just to laugh at their faces

• Just constantly embarrassed by the Druids cause they see him as a god or, as the knights point out, as a king and the Knights decide that means he’s Arthur’s wife and Queen of Camelot

• Arthur making this worse by saying, “Queen or Consort?”

• Merlin flicking water in his face despite none being near them

I’ll add more as I think of them :)

#bbc merlin #merlin emrys #merlin #arthur pendragon #merlin x arthur #merthur #knights of camelot #Merlin’s magic revealed

[yandere-kokeshi]

Hi! I hope you're having a nice day

I'm just wondering if you can make a yandere ghost or price with a s/o who has a other boyfriend fic?

Thanks<3

(if you don't have time for this, it's okay)

— Such Waste

Warnings: Yandere behavior, stalking, suggested age gap, swearing, talks about reader who grew up in an abusive family; current-bf is abusive/has an unhealthy relationship; reader is slightly naive, violence, and detailed blood..

A/N: this one was pretty hard for me to finish so sorry if it's dull or simply not well; I'm not very happy with it lmao. Enjoy! :]

Inserting the key into the door with a small click!, and opening it to your usually, scattered apartment, you sighed — heavily. 

Today was grueling. Not only was your work office incredibly demanding, but it was possibly draining what was left of your very soul. Your bones and stiff muscles were hurting. Begging for you to get more sleep than having 2 – 4 hours of naps every day.

You took off your shoes by the front door and put your belongings on the table; re-footing your steps backwards, to put your keys on the bookshelf for remembrance. Though, you were rudely interrupted as your phone buzzed multiple times, and you let out yet another sigh. 

In your bones, you had a feeling — an immediate feeling of who it was.

Grabbing your phone in the back pocket, you whisked it out and typed in your passcode before seeing multiple, if not, tons of missed calls and text messages from your current boyfriend.  

Liam: Are you srsly ignoring me? It was a joke. — sent at 8:23 pm

Liam: baby, come on. You passed your break. Just answer me. — sent at 8:57 pm

Liam: answer the fucking phone! Are you dumb? Pick up the phone!!!! — sent at 9:21 pm

Liam: if you don’t answer, it's over. — sent at 11:48

You rolled your eyes, feeling anger rise in you again. You chose to send a small message. Who would’ve thought the blue-eyed, blond hair and a tooth gap combo of a man would be the best fit? Not you, apparently. 

You: Got caught up with work. Sorry, we can talk more about this tomorrow. I’m gonna head to bed. Night.  — sent at 12:19 pm

While Liam was a nice guy, he was slightly controlling and immature. Always wanted to know who or where you were, why you were hanging out with people he didn’t know, and if you loved getting unwanted attention. Sometimes, fights got so bad that your elderly neighbors had to call the police to separate the two of you for a few nights. 

Poor Lucy. Wonder how she still deals with you being next door.

Groaning, you put your phone back into your back pocket, before your hands rubbing over your face in exhaustion. 

Not only was your boss extremely cranky and rude today, but everyone was on edge due to his behavior. You couldn’t even talk to your coworkers without them using the excuse of ‘I have to leave’ whenever he steps foot into the room. Plus, the stress of bills, your current boyfriend, and the harassment was getting to your breaking point. 

God, you hated this job. But it paid your bills. That’s all you cared about, right?

You scoffed, feeling your back prick and pop in places that sounded like it shouldn’t. Looking at the fridge in your kitchen, you slumped over and walked over to it, talking to yourself as you opened it, reaching down for the leftover pizza box that you didn’t get to finish last night.

Barely eating a few pieces, you were already heading down the hallway to your bedroom, peeling off your sweaty work clothes. However, something stopped you in the tracks that made your heart jump right out of your chest and into your mouth. 

Roses. Roses were on your bed. Sure, it was beautiful. The lilac, reddening color shining in your room was gorgeous. 

But who put them there?

You stared at them. Who the hell was in your apartment? Was it maintenance? Maybe a surprise gift they gave out for people living here in the poor-run down apartments?

No. It couldn’t be. Rarely do they ever give you things — especially flowers. What and who the fuck?

“Do you not like them?” 

You jumped at the sudden rough voice, dropping your pizza on the floor and whipping around, seeing a giant man sitting in your favorite chair in the corner of your bedroom; wearing a thick, menacing skull balaclava, piercing your skin like a knife. 

“Who… the fuck are you!” you shouted. Your feet stepped back, watching him as he repositioned himself — his elbows now resting on the armrests of the chair, and leaning forward into the obvious comfy chair. You couldn’t help but judge the guy. Who wears a skull mask other than on Halloween? Was he a killer? Going to slice you—!

“I would think you’d know that with the stuff I gave you.” 

A chill ran down your spine. So was this — no, this was the guy. 

The man who left your favorite chocolate on your window seal each morning, the sweet notes of compliments, sometimes bearing suggestions on things you should wear that day. And the huge bouquet on the front door, which was soon transported to your dinner-table, that was left every Friday.

Oh, my g-d.

“Holy shit,” you gasped, finally looking at his outfit, seeing the Britain flag sewed on his Khaki pants. It’s military. What the fuck did you do? “Did I break the law?” you hushed out, terrified at the man.

However, the man in front of you snickered. “Doubt you’d have the guts to break the law, sweetheart.” 

“I– what?” you looked at him dumbfounded. Who the fuck was this guy? 

“Ya’ heard me, only have a speeding ticket,” he remarked, making you dart your eyes toward behind you to the hallway, seeing the front door before back at him. “Pretty impressive for your age, if ya’ ask me.”

Your brain short-circuited. “How… do you know that?” you posed, feeling your breathing quicken. “I have so many questions,” you added. But yet, the man stared at you with his darkening eyes. Didn’t help that your room was dimmed. You really should’ve fixed that light. 

He stared at you before speaking up. “Bet ya’ do. I’m all answering them as long as you get rid of that cunt of a boyfriend.” 

“E… ‘cuse me?” you stammered, taking another step back. But, your anger got ahead of you; your eyebrows knitted against each other. “I can assure you that he treats me well.”

Though, the man just scoffed and stood up as your throat closed at the sight of the man. Why the fuck was he so tall? “Sure. Keep imagining that sick fantasy image of yours, and you’ll wake up in the hospital with a broken nose.”

You wanted to defend yourself. But he was right. Breaking your index finger hurts like a bitch. The frequent fights were exhausting. The last time you tried talking with Liam about visiting a close friend an hour away ended up with his hand reaching out towards your wrist, twisting it with a large sprain and a large hospital bill. 

The yelling. The self-blame. The hours of constant harassment with texts and calls. The horrible smell of booze. You really fucked up your love life, didn’t you? 

“But,” he started, a thick accent voicing in as he stepped closer into your direction. “I can treat you better, love. Someone who won’t hurt ya. Treat you like the doll you are.”

You narrow your eyes at him, nervously biting at the inside of your cheeks as you wait for him to continue. 

“I’ll make sure to treat you well. Something you haven’t been lucky to feel. Your parents were mean towards you, no?” he asked questionably, and it made your heart drop to your stomach. “But, I can take care of you; better than anyone has.” 

So many questions raced through your mind as your eyes darted at the floor then back toward the man. Like a rabbit, you stiffened. Confused. Body shaking as the predator approached. 

“I don’t… even know who you are,” you replied, tightening your hand into a fist. Your heart was speeding, hands and legs shaking with fear. Your throat stiffened. He could clearly see it — and yet somehow, his eyes got softer; those brown pupils having a sad and apologetic look. Almost like a dog trying to comfort you. 

You don’t know you’re crying until you feel a gloved thumb wipe them away, causing you to flinch. Realizing that the man was now in front of you, you tried to step back, but your ankle hit the bedroom wall, securing you in a close habitat. 

But, with everything going on, you didn’t have the energy to push him away nor look up at him. Continuing to look at the floor as your mind circled around on whom the fuck was this man? 

“Look at me, will ya’?”

You hesitated. Didn’t reply. But as he said your name, a shiver traveled down your spine, and you looked at him – his predominant features coming in. Even with your anxiety and fear swirling in your stomach, you looked at the creases in his eyebrows, the clashing scars near his temple, eyes, and brows. His jarring eyes surrounded by black eyeshadow, seemingly gentler, almost like they were trying to welcome you into a trap. 

You stare up at him with half-lidded eyes. And with a gasp, you felt his hand take your chin, his palm almost eclipsing the lower half of your face, and turn your head right into the direction he wanted you to: staring at him in the eyes.

“I promise. I’m not going to hurt you,” he reassures, though, it doesn’t help as more tears drowned down on your behalf. 

And yet, you couldn’t fathom his words. 

“I don’t–” you started, taking a deep and sharp inhale, “–trust you, I don’t even know your name. How can I know you’re… not some, serial killer?” your question was weak. And stupid. But it was the only thing you could think of out of the bluster. 

His eyes narrowed at your reply before answering at your ‘plea’. 

“I suppose that’s a start,” he huffs.

You looked at his eyes, before narrowing down at the mask. And clearly, by your eyes and non-answer, he nodded at your invisible ask. 

Stepping back, the man’s hands traveled to lift the mask upwards. He revealed the point of his chin, the skin equally rough, like his demeanor. 

He didn’t stop from continuing, exposing more of his lower lip. The skin there was rugged and scarred, little creases in the flesh. Scars that made your heart thud awkwardly. At his cupid’s bow, where you saw a huge scar, it made you gasp quietly out of wincing. The thick mark going upward on his left lip, so callused and rough. It looks like it still hurts.

Finally, he pulled the mask fully off, revealing his natural-resting face, thick eyebrows, and the two large scars right above his filled brows. It helped a bit that he revealed himself, but you were still unsure how to… understand the situation.

He said your name, and it made you look at him. “Rest your worries when you’re by me, yeah?”

Those words fell into your stomach and twisted like a towel being squeezed. Though, somehow, in a way, you felt safer. A hesitant silence settles between you both, before you decide to speak up.

“Y–ou won’t hurt me?”  

Those stunning brown eyes take a moment to gaze into yours, searching something deeper in your meaning. Instead, all you could muster was eye contact that kept flickering to the floor and trying to calm your quickened breathing.

“What kind of man would I be if I did that, hm?” his voice is airy, tone-flimsy when asking his question. 

You swallowed thickly, “I want to know your name.”

“You do know my name, sweetheart,’” he coldly corrected you, “—use that smart brain of yours.”

Seconds blurred by you, trying to think – imagine what could or would be his name. But nothing came up. Nothing came to your brain, which, the man in front of you, hummed in acknowledgment at the state of your confused state. 

“Shame you don’t remember,” he started, a smirk curling on his face. “It’s Simon.”

Memories you didn’t know at the time came forward. 

Many things are given by that name — your favorite fast food being delivered to your home after a bad day, bouquets in expensive vases being delivered every week; cards given with clothes and money. And somehow, your insurance was now covering things they didn’t. 

Oh, and let’s not forget about the lingerie being sent. A note of: I hope to see you wear this tonight. Signed with initials: SR. 

At first, you thought it was Liam – but he was a cheapskate. Never liked spending money, especially on you. 

Your eyes widened, a bubble trapping itself in your throat — it was him. Police didn’t help, saying something along the lines of, ‘until they hurt you, we can’t do anything’. But when did they ever help? 

“So… what do you want, then?” you whisper, suddenly breathless with this proximity. You can see the gold-brown of his eyes clearly, the halo of honey flecks that cover the circumference of his pupil. His eyelashes flutter when he blinks, so pretty and… oddly feminine. 

“You.”

And just as he rasped that word, the banging on your front door started. The familiar yelling of Liam drowned out your thoughts, and his screaming made the two of you snap your head in the direction of the front door. 

He yelled out your name, and you flinched. Already feeling the bruising grabs, the constant screaming where your ears ring for hours. Oh god, what the hell did you do? 

“You– need to leave,” you ushered out, hands and legs shaking for the splinting images that shot through your head. 

He was banging on the door, jamming his fists; the handle being shaken so hard that it rattled stuck. It was all too much. 

Simon said your name, but you shook your head. Denying his existence. Danger was near, nobody would help save you. He needs to leave, he needs to leave, heneedstoleave—!

He grunted your name louder, and you looked at him with teary eyes; the small rivers turning into full tsunami’s. You couldn’t think. Breathe. He was here. Going to hurt you. He was going to die. So were you.

The door broke, the familiar thundering footsteps shook from across the house. And before you could react, Simon pushed you behind him — shielding you away from your abuser.  

“You—!” Liam screamed into the bedroom, a bottle of beer in one hand and his other clenched into a fist; his blue eyes burning into your stomach. You choked out a sob as he stepped further, but stopped at the sight of Simon. For once, Liam looked retched at his own thoughts. 

“Who the fuck are you?” he yelled, and the man only narrowed his eyes at Liam; challenging him with his height and quiet demeanor. 

“Get the fuck out.” his rough and dark voice sent shivers down your neck, making every hair stand up.

Liam scoffed, a plethora of curses voiced out, before he shut up. Your eyes narrowed, and as you looked at his shocked face, you saw a gun in view next — Simon’s finger gripping the trigger, aiming it at Liam’s head. 

Your heart leapt out. Fight or flight mode flicking on.

“Come on, man– we, we’re playing. Right—?” he chuckled out, and Simon grunted. 

In the dimmed room, you can see his high cheekbones and the absolute rage that is evident on his face, even hiding behind his mask. His hands are clenched around the gun tightly, finger curling even tighter around the trigger. 

“I’m not going to ask again; leave the fucking apartment.” 

Liam falsely chuckled, “O-or what? You’ll shoot me? Doubt you have the balls, my… guy.”

Within seconds, the gun went off — making you scream, closing your eyes, and covering your ears. Your fingernails scraped at your ears, making them ring. It hurt, not a single thought. Oh god, what the fuck happened? 

“—uck!” was all you could muster before you knelt to the ground, wrapping arms around yourself; teeth clenching down your lips as you felt— tasted blood. 

After a few minutes – or seconds – you open them up and find Liam, leaning on the wall for support, bleeding through his arm. There was so much– on the floor, on his hands. His eyes were widened, looking at the man in front of you; anger yet fear rising. 

He started hiccuping — more blood dripping down to the floor as he clenched his nearly wound. 

“Don’t ever let me see you again.”

Simon’s rough voice of threatening sent shivers down your body. Your breath hitched. Your body starts to shake as your eyes widen. Simon’s threat was enough for Liam to nod instantly, giving you one look before running out; not giving you a second look as it may not leave tonight with his face intact. 

You were about to say something, but the man cleared his throat and looked down at your shaking form. “Ya’ okay?”

You looked up at him, slowly nodding. In return, he said nothing, making you feel his eyes take in every detail of you. To your face and pupils, to your shaking legs and ragged breath. Yet, having never meeting you before, he gladly handed over his hand down to you. 

Looking up at his scarred hand, you hesitantly looked at it — large fingers, nails scratched and clear hangnails. You didn’t know what to do, other than grab it and strand up with his help. 

“Get your things.”

Your eyes narrowed, breath heaving. “Why?”

 He looked at you, brown pupils dilated. They were so feminine– pretty. His breath hitched, and a large hand grasped your shoulder. 

“Cause’ you’re gona’ be coming with me, forever.” 

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Admirable {Yandere!Apollo x Nymph!Reader x Father!Helios} Pt 1

Record of ragnarok version!

Helios is NOT a yandere, only Apollo.

In this, you're a flower nymph (if that's even a thing-)

You watched your fellow nymphs gush over Apollo, who was smiling at them. He was giving all of them the attention they wanted. Except you. He barely have you attention, even if you were in his sights.

At first, you were one of them. But over time, your crush on Apollo slowly faded away, and it turned into irritation for him now that you began to realise his true colours. Nowadays, you did your best to avoid him at all costs, well as much as you can. Some of the other nymphs often dragged you along with them. The only two nymphs that knew you no longer love Apollo were Callista and Arete.

Just like you, both Callista and Arete grew to dislike Apollo and try their best to avoid him as well.

Whenever you get dragged by the other nymphs, either of the two will make up excuses for you so that you wouldn't have to see Apollo.

This is one of those times.

"Come along, (Y/n)! We have to see Apollo!" One of the nymphs squealed, grabbing your hand and started rushing over to the god. You tried to get your wrist out of her grip, only succeeding when the nymph stopped in her tracks. You looked over, seeing Arete standing over the nymph holding your wrist. Arete was one of the tallest of the nymphs, nearly the same height as Apollo, so she towered over the smaller nymphs. Not to mention she looks intimidating to most.

"Let her go. Can't you see her discomfort?" Arete asked, pointing at you. The nymph quickly looked back and let your wrist go.

"I-I-I'm sorry!" The nymph exclaimed in fear, running past Arete and towards Apollo. Arete clicked her tongue and looked at you.

"You okay, (Y/n)?" Arete asked, helping you up and leading you away from Apollo and the other nymphs.

"I'm fine, Arete. Thanks." You replied with a nod and a grateful smile, some pink roses blooming in your hair. Arete laughed and patted your head.

"Good to know, sis. Let's go find Callista." Arete suggested. Your smile went wider and you picked up the pace, nearly leaving Arete behind. The river nymph laughed again, shaking her head and easily caught up to you. You both found Callista in a field and both started hanging out with each other for the remainder of the day.

Apollo, on the other hand, was enjoying the nymphs that gushed over him. He noticed that three nymphs weren't present.

"I could've sworn I saw three more of you ladies here." Apollo pointed out. The nymph that Arete intimidated had her eyes widen.

"You mean Arete, Callista and (Y/n)?" She asked. Apollo knew the first two, but your name seemed familiar to him....

"(Y/n).... The one that always has flowers in her hair.... She used to be all over me." Apollo mumbled. He quickly shook it off and went on with the nymphs.

A couple of months have passed and you were sitting on a rock, eating berries as the nymphs nearby got themselves ready to see Apollo again. To your relief, none of them bothered to try taking you along with them like before. That was because Arete told them not to drag you to Apollo and threatened them to leave you alone. So they just got ready and walked away, leaving you alone near a river.

After you finished eating the berries in your hands, you for up from the rock and walked around, making your way to a familiar temple of the Titan god of the sun, Helios.

"Greetings, (Y/n). " The voice greeted you politely. A tall and glowing man with long golden hair and matching eyes slowly descended upon you, a gentle smile on his face.

"Lord Helios! So great to see you!" You said in excitement.

"It's great to see you too, (Y/n)." Helios said, looking into your eyes with a warm smile on his face. You stared back, the pink roses blooming in your hair again. Helios notices and touched one of them with fascination.

"You still look just as beautiful with each passing day." Helios whispered, admiring the roses in your hair. Your face heated up from the close contact with your hair.

"I've noticed how you started going to me instead of Apollo. Your feelings for Apollo have disappeared because he's never acknowledged you." Helios said. You didn't say a word, just stared at the Titan god. He was right. Apollo has rarely given you attention, whilst Helios gave you all the attention.

"How about I take you in? As my daughter?" Helios asked. Your eyes widen at the offer. Helios, a Titan god, offering to take you, a nymph, as his daughter?!

"Yes! I'd love that!" You replied happily, the pink roses in your hair crystallizing. Helios looked amused by your enthusiasm, despite only getting to know him for a couple of months.

"Very well. Stand still." Helios instructed, using his powers to turn you into a goddess. You felt a sudden urge of power in your body, a sign that it worked.

"From now on, you, (Y/n), will be known as the Goddess of happiness."

~~~~~

End of Part 1! Don't worry, Apollo will be a yandere, it'll just take time.

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Creepypasta/MH - Little Things They Do To Show Their Love

Characters: Tim/Masky, Eyeless Jack, Nina the Killer, Clockwork, Brian/Hoody, Jane the Killer

Tim/Masky

When it’s cold out, he always gives you his coat

Before you even start to shiver, he’s shrugging off his jacket and wrapping it around you

It smells like cigarettes and coffee, but it's very toasty

As he puts it on he rubs your arms, trying to warm you up

If it’s extra cold he’ll put his arm around your shoulder as well

He won’t say a word though, he’ll just do it in silence

If you point it out he looks away bashfully

His cheeks go a little red and he mutters:

“Yeah. Don’t mention it.”

When you go back inside he lets you keep the jacket

(for now...)

It makes him happy to see you wearing it; it makes him feel like he’s providing for you :)

Eyeless Jack

He makes sure you’re fed & hydrated

Whenever you’re out together, he always buys you something to eat

Even if it’s just a little snack

He loves buying you your favorite food and surprising you with it

He knows all your likes and dislikes; he never gives you anything you won’t eat

Same with drinks

Though he usually just gives you a glass of water

He won’t pressure you to eat/drink though

He’ll just hand it to you with the expectation that you’ll get to it eventually

He might remind you that it’s there if you haven’t touched it in a while

“Hey, your food is in the bag on the counter. You can microwave it if it’s too cold.”

He just likes to know you’re healthy and hydrated, it makes him feel relaxed

Nina the Killer

Whenever you’re in public, she’s always touching you in some way

She prefers to be holding hands with your arms linked

She also likes locking pinkies if you’re not that into PDA

If your hands are occupied, she’ll just put her hand in the crook of your elbow

If her hands are occupied too, she walks shoulder-to-shoulder beside you

If you’re out together and you’re not touching, it doesn’t feel right

It makes her a little worried

“Y/n, is there anything wrong? Did I do something?”

Physical touch is her main method of communicating affection, so she feels blocked out when she can’t touch you

It’s also her way of showing people that you’re together

Not in a jealous way though; more in a “look at my partner!! Aren’t I lucky?” way

Clockwork

She sends you pictures of things that remind her of you

She isn’t materialistic enough to bring them to you (unless you ask), but she just likes to show them to you :)

A cool leaf, a pretty flower, a shirt, it could be anything

Sometimes it’s something weird like a dead wasp or small animal

“Saw this and thought of you <3”

Even if it’s weird, she never means it backhandedly

She’s always doing it out of affection

She genuinely does spend a lot of time thinking about you, so this is her way of showing it

The smallest of things reminds her of you, and she wants to let you know

Though she usually won’t give the object to you, she might hold onto it herself

Not forever; just until she finds something else that reminds her of you

She frequently has a pebble or something in her pocket for this purpose

She’ll pull it out when she wants to be reminded of you again

Brian/Hoody

He watches you

Not in a stalker way (though I might argue that he does that too)

When you’re together, he pays close attention to your body language

He uses it to discern your current wants/needs

Like if you’re at a party and you start to look a little bored/uncomfortable, he notices immediately and comes up with an excuse for you guys to leave

Or if you look anxious, he’s ready with a distraction for you

“Let’s not stress ourselves out. How about we watch your favorite show?”

He knows all your physical tells; he can read you like a book

Even when you’re verbally denying it, he knows you better than that

Sometimes he even catches things before you’re aware of them yourself

He gets cocky about it sometimes

He’s not trying to be condescending, he’s just really proud that he’s able to help you like that

Jane the Killer

She kisses your hand

It’s a greeting, a goodbye, and everything in between

She’ll reach over, grip your hand gently, and bring it to her lips

Sometimes it’s a quick peck, sometimes it’s a tender and soft kiss

It's usually when she's feeling especially adoring that she kisses you more tenderly

If she's feeling a little goofy she'll bend down in a low bow and say:

"My lady."

Either way, she can’t go long without giving your hand a smooch

It starts as a show of affection, but it quickly becomes a habit for both of you

When you meet, you’re both holding out your hands already for your little ritual

Same thing for when you’re saying goodbye, or when there’s a moment of quiet

It’s not too excessive, but it is pretty often

Thank you so much for reading! Take care lovelies <33

(divider by saradika)

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐗 - 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 - Lando Norris x Actress!Reader (Enemies to Lovers & Fake Dating AU) 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 - Lando Norris really messed up on the first time meeting one of Hollywood’s newest and hottest stars, Y/N L/N. But when his reputation gets too bad, she might be the only one who can save his career from being completely doomed. 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 - 3.3K | 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 - Mentions of sex, swearing, alcohol and ANGST 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 - Found some strength between the most tiring week of my life just to update this for you. Also, in advance, I'm sorry for breaking your heart with this one...

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𝐒𝐈𝐗 - 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇

“Get off me, you muppet!”, Y/N shouted between giggles, as Lando sprinkled kisses all over her skin. They were lying under the covers, with his body settled between her legs. She held him closer with her hands securing his waist closer to her, and he wasn’t planning on leaving any soon.

“You're not going anywhere, muppet”, he pressed her down the mattress, his body thrown over hers, as his kisses got dangerously close to her mouth. And when they finally met, he made sure to give her a kiss that easily took her breath away.

“I need to shower. I’m literally leaking out of every hole in my body”, she whined, making Lando open a smirk.

“Yeah, you are”, he said, remembering every dirty thing they did that morning. Now he was fully in laughing mode, letting out that beautiful giggle that Lando has, filling the room with all of his happiness.

“Shut up, you're so embarrassing”, Y/N blushed at his words, making his heart warm up in his chest. Every tiny cute action she did has that kind of effect on him. Lately, Lando found it more and more endearing to see her like this around him, and it definitely didn’t help his crush at all.

“Aww, are you blushing?”, he went down for a few more kisses, making her blush even more. “You're so cute!”

Their entire morning was spent like that; just the two of them having a moment alone without any bother in the world. Earlier that day, Lando woke up with Y/N still asleep over him. After sex last night, she didn't even bother to put on some clothes and just curled up on his body, already addicted to how good his skin feels against hers. And this morning, seeing her looking beautifully hot all over him made Lando immediately hard. So hard to the point where she woke up just to feel him come alive under her.

“Good morning”, she looked up at him and pressed a kiss to his jaw, making him smile tenderly at her. Even though he’s too horny, Lando can’t help but feel endeared at the sight of her. “Someone's already a tiny bit excited”.

“Well, I can’t help it if I have the most gorgeous woman in the world lying naked all over me”, he shrugged. His comment earned him a full kiss on the lips. Seeing how eager he already was also turned Y/N on.

“Do you want me to help you out?”, her hands darted down his belly, getting dangerously close to his dick.

“I want to eat you out”, he smirked, making her almost drip from how wet she instantly got.

“Since you asked so nicely”, she giggled as he flipped her around.

And that's how they spent their entire morning, with lazy and soft sex, just feeling the lightweight mood embrace the ambience. None of them wanted to get up. If they could, they would stay at that moment forever. And lately, times like this have been common for the two of them. Since Lando came to terms with his feelings for her, and  vowed he would do anything in his power to make her trust him, their relationship improved a lot.

Every time he would come to her house, he would bring her flowers. And whenever he could – sometimes even when he couldn’t – he would text her to see if she wanted to hang out, especially when their team didn't prepare a public outing for them. Then in their conversations, Lando started to get more vulnerable with her, showing that he trusted her, and that she could trust him if she wanted to. And with time, it worked. Y/N was more vulnerable around him, slowly letting go off the banter and finding it extremely comfortable to be with Lando. The banter and the mood swings didn't exist anymore. Now they just had a good time together, with deep conversations, laughs, cuddles and a lot of kisses.

Like a real ass couple, even behind closed doors. And damn it, it was scary.

As Y/N felt her heart soften up for Lando, she would also feel it aching as she remembered everything they went through before. Every word filled with hatred and every time he mistreated her. Then after a nice dinner or some hang out with him, she would come home and cry her eyes out. She was falling in love with him, but she didn't want to.

So with every evolution they had on their relationship, Y/N would take two steps back to protect her heart. But she just couldn't let go of the intimate moments with him, wanting more and more of them every day. Lando had that power over her body that made her crawl back to him every damn time. It was almost like an addiction that was hard to give up.

“I really need to get up. I'm starving”, she pouted, letting her fingers wander through his curls. Lando stared softly down at her, trying to enjoy that moment for as long as he could. His eyes darting between her and her fingertips connecting the dots on his face. Y/N was the cutest girl in the world, in his opinion. And he didn’t know if this proximity would last, so he would try enjoying it as much as he could.

“You go ahead and get ready. Let me take you out to eat. We are in Italy, after all”, he asked, his eyes glancing softly down to her. “Put something nice to wear and you can choose, lunch or brunch”.

“Lunch is fine. I already had my breakfast”, she pecked his lips before getting out of bed. Lando laughed, throwing his back into the mattress. She makes him feel all bubbly on the inside every time. His day has been great so far.

Things have been amazing for them, but he knew that something was keeping her behind from trusting him. Lando was almost there, but he wasn't in the place he wanted to be. And even though it's been beyond good, he was frustrated that she still didn't trust him. He would literally bend over backwards to see her smile; and he could see that she liked being with him. If she didn't, she wasn't the type of person to do things she didn't like doing, like hanging out with him. So why wouldn't she trust him?

“A whole week in Italy and we spend the entire morning inside a fucking hotel room”, Y/N giggled when she got out of the bathroom, getting a peak of the city from the window. 

“Come on, but we were having fun”, Lando picked a towel for himself as he admired her fishing for a pretty dress in her bags. “And we still have plenty to enjoy until tomorrow”.

“Then, you better focus on winning”, Y/N winked at him, making him crack the biggest smile. God, Lando wanted to win for her. He wanted to cross the finish line and give her the biggest kiss. He wanted to hear her saying she was proud of him. Although even if he finished P20, she would still say she's proud of him. She’s his biggest supporter, from no point days to podiums.

He passed by her and pressed a kiss to the crown of her head, making her melt with his touch. “Beautiful”, he complimented before going into the shower to get ready for the day. And it was those tiny little moments that made her stomach bubble with emotions she didn’t want to have.

“He's going to be the death of me”, she mumbled to herself once she was alone. Her cheeks were burning up in adoration for him. 

Summer break had been so nice for them. Y/N had dragged Lando to California, where she would be spending a couple of weeks for work, and they had the best time in Los Angeles. Lando would show up on set with her, and then they’d hang out after she was done with the day. Not to mention that he loved seeing her doing her job, knowing how good of an actress she is. It had always been her following him around the world, and it was finally good to be there for her. But ever since the shooting ended and Formula 1 was back on, she started following him around the globe once again.

First it was Austria, when their team was surprised to see Y/N at a GP she wasn't even required to be at. Now they were in Monza, spending the entire week before the race enjoying Italy together. And so it went throughout the rest of the season. Y/N would only go home when she had work to do, making Lando tag along if he could. After all, it was just convenient that McLaren Technology Centre was very close to London, right? So while he had to stay in England, he would stay with her all the time.

“Are you ready? Everyone is already waiting for us at the club”, Lando peaked inside their hotel room, only to find Y/N standing in front of a mirror. She was wearing a beautiful leather mini dress that perfectly hugged her body, ready to enjoy the night out with him and all his friends in Brazil.

“Just a minute, I'm putting my lipstick on”, she turned back to the minor and Lando positioned himself behind her. He got her hair out of the way and pressed kisses to her neck, making every inch of her skin tingle.

“Might as well not put it on because I'll kiss it off”, he mumbled against her skin. “You look perfect”.

“So do you”, she turned around and fixed the collar of his button up. Lando felt the air being knocked out of his lungs as she looked at him through her lashes. God, she was so beautiful. “The Brazilian air has been really good on you”.

"I've been told that before", he smirked. “Now come on, I need to show you off to the world”.

As the season approached its end, Lando and Y/N became one of the most loved couples in the paddock. Brazil came to prove just that. The fans were loving to see the pictures of them enjoying São Paulo and its amazing nightlife together. In fact, when Lando posted a picture of them ready for the club, everybody went crazy.

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landonorris Brazil with my best girl 💚💛💙

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y/username damn it, we’re so pretty together! 🤞 ↪ landonorris damn right we are ❤ username1 MOM AND DAD! username2 *sigh* the best couple in the paddock fr username3 This is so hot, I don’t know who I am more attracted to username4 this is lasting longer than i thought it would ↪ username5 have you seen the pictures and videos of them together? lando is so ridiculously in love with her username6 I’m living for Lando and Y/N in Brazil

Little did everyone know that Brazil was a tricky time for both of them. That because, by now, it's been months since Lando started trying to make her open up to him. But it was getting frustrating to see that she still didn't trust him. And he did his best trying to ignore the voice in his head that says she would never love him back. So much that he downed three shots of tequila, even without liking alcohol that much, once they were at the club. He needed to let loose, and he would do whatever it takes.

Y/N noticed his actions on the corner of her eye. She had been drinking and dancing with Pietra, Max’s girlfriend, and her friends in the back, but her eyes always darted back to Lando, who seemed to be downing tequila as if it was water. Maybe he was trying to let loose before all of his compromises got to him. But when Lando’s speech started to get a bit messy and he started talking nonsense, she decided to intervene.

“Okay, love, I think it’s time for you to stop”, she removed the glass of whatever cocktail he was having from his hands and pulled him by the hand to get some water. Lando stiffened his body and whined.

“I don’t want to sober up, I’m fine just like this”, he said. “It turns off the noise in my head”.

“Lando, I know your head never stops, but this is not the way to shut it up”, she giggled, trying to play it cool, but he shrugged his arms off her grip.

“I wanna dance”, he stated, before putting his hand out for her to join him. But wanting him to stop with the act, Y/N stood in her place and crossed her arms. “You never want to do things with me! You don’t want to dance, you don’t want to be vulnerable with me. I’m fucking tired!”

“What the hell are you talking about? Has alcohol fried your brain?”, she frowned at his words, but Lando was already so out of himself to care. So he simply sat on the couch and started crying. Y/N immediately lowered herself to be closer to him and gently held his wrists, taking his hands off his face so they could talk. “What’s wrong, Lan?”

“This is seriously so fucked up”, he said. “You make me feel things I've never felt before. And I fucking hate it! I don't want to feel them”.

“What are you talking about?”, she frowned, now getting annoyed with his ramble.

“Why can’t you trust me? I thought we had gone through every issue we used to have and were now having a better relationship. So why can’t you open up to me? Why can’t you fucking love me too?”

“I’m not talking to you about this when you’re fucked up”, she stated, still in shock with the confession. Y/N searched for Max’s eyes across the room, who got the tip and immediately sent his girlfriend to call a taxi for them, while he approached his best friend.

“Okay, buddy. I think it’s time for you to go home”, Max helped Lando off the couch, and they slowly walked out of the club, Y/N right behind them with their things in hand. She paid for their bill while the boys stood outside waiting for a taxi.

“Will you be okay taking care of him yourself?”, Pietra asked, and Y/N opened a small smile at her.

“Of course, don’t worry about it. Just need to get his hard ass to sleep. And if we need a hospital or something, I’ll call you. After all, it’s your hometown”, the girls giggled together and Max settled Lando in the backseat of the taxi. Y/N quickly jumped inside as she mumbled a ‘thank you’ to the couple.

Lando sat far away from her in the car, and was very quiet as he glanced out the window. Y/N respected his silence, mostly because she didn’t want to talk about the subject he brought up earlier. But once they were in the hotel, he continued whining about them.

“I don’t know why you’re taking care of me when you don’t even care about me”, Lando dramatically said. He was sitting down in their hotel room bed as Y/N opened up his shirt, getting him ready to go to bed. Tomorrow would be a long day nursing his hangover. At least he had a full day before media day at the race.

“I care about you, Lando. More than you think I do”, she turned back to his suitcase, popping out some comfortable clothes for the night. 

“So why can’t you be mine?”, his voice came out lower, weaker, as if he was on the verge of breaking down. He had a sad pout on his face. “Because I can’t do this anymore. Pretending to be a couple, getting to know this brand-new side of you, and still not having you trusting me”.

“Don’t you realize it’s hard to open up to someone like you?”, she spat out, already too tired of his whining. “Lando, everything you did in the past two years was make sure I knew how hated I was by you. And now you think that just because we have sex regularly that I can just forget everything in the past? I can’t pretend you didn’t hurt me, you know”.

“I did everything to change that!”, he said. “I brought you flowers, took you out for dinners and pampered you with all the gifts in the world. I gave you everything my body could give and I tried to be there for you every time you needed me. I fucking love you, Y/N, with all my heart. And you still don’t trust me”.

“You never said you were sorry”.

Lando was speechless with her confession. Everything he had tried to make her change his mind about him was in vain, just because he forgot about the most important part of it all. Apologizing was a big part of the puzzle piece, and his dickhead mind forgot to do it.

“Do you know how hard it is to fall in love with someone you don’t want to be in love with?”, Y/N started with her side of the story. “Every time I felt my walls crumbling down, I would build them back up because it hurt me to see myself falling for someone who has mistreated me for the entire time we’ve known each other. And no flowers, dinner or sex will erase what you did to me”.

He wanted to punch himself in the face. It was too much for him; the alcohol, the confession, her looking at him as if he was the most disgusting thing in the world. So the tears started falling again.

“I care about you, Lando. I really do”, she said. “But I don’t think I can’t lie to you enough to say I trust you, because I don’t”.

“You said you’re in love with me”, he kept his voice low, ignoring the words she had just said. His drunk mind only heard the words he wanted to hear the most. “I know that you don’t trust me, but I need to know if you’re in love with me”.

“I think I am”, she admitted, making Lando pop out a smile, only to be torn down the very next second. “But I think we can’t do this. Us. This thing behind closed doors need to end”.

And as an act of selfishness, Lando proceeded to fuck up once again. “You can’t leave me. You’re still my girlfriend in contract”.

“This is why we’ll never work out, Norris. Because all you can do is care about yourself”, she zipped her bags and was quickly ready to leave. “I’ll find myself another room for tonight. I’ll see you tomorrow, since I’m still your girlfriend in contract”.

She was ready to be out the door, but Lando held her by the arm and made her turn around. He was a wreck, to say the least. His breath smelled like strong alcohol, and his eyes were puffy from crying. He was the image of heartbroken. And he still fucked up too much to not have anyone to take care of him.

“Please stay”, he pleaded, going back to crying. He never cries, but this was too important for him. “I need you. Please, don’t go. Not now, not tonight. Not like this”.

“I can’t stay, Lando. This will only break my heart more”, she admitted, now her own tears starting to form in her eyeline. “Please, go to sleep. I have to go”.

It was hard for him to let go, but Lando pulled her closer and pressed a kiss to her forehead, making the tears that were welling up in her eyes finally fall down. His lips were on her face for the longest time, and she had to be strong to collect her things and finally leave. The next second, Lando was all alone in his room, without having anyone to tuck him in bed, and knowing that everything that was happening is entirely his fault.

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beautiful girl.

pairings: older!natasha romanoff x fem!reader

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summary: in kyoto japan, you were spending the weekend with your mother’s best friend, natasha romanoff. you have an undying love for her, knowing that she’ll never feel the same way, until a night takes you both away from reality.

warnings: heavily detailed smut, g!p natasha, choking (slight), dirty talking, pet names (little girl, little baby, baby, sweetheart, darling, baby girl), face painting (um), fluff, angst - 18+ minors dni.

word count: 5.1k

author’s note: I’M BACKKKKKKKKK 

Natasha understood that falling in love with you was a risk. She was aware of all the boundaries, rules, consequences, and blissfulness once she agreed to do this. She was never supposed to get to this point. You were a young adult, blooming every day to the point where she couldn't stop thinking about you at night. She was in shambles without you, but a whole in your presence. You’re like a flower, a delicate flower in her eyes. Once you wilt, she could never heal you back. And that’s what she did.

You ended up leaving her on the 5th of May, 1999.

What has gone wrong?

“Your mother agreed to stay with me this weekend?" Natasha carried your belongings into her house while you sighed deeply as you remembered what your mother had said. We will be away for a while, she says to you with a disoriented tone. But don’t worry, we’ll be back before you know it.

"You're her best friend," you retorted with a smile. She returns your smile and brings your bag up to the guest room, prompting you to follow her. "Plus, my friends are all gone this weekend, so you're my only option, Tash."

"Well, I'm glad you chose me," she chuckles as she places the duffel bag neatly in the corner of the room. "How about renting some videotapes and watching a movie this weekend?"

“I’m not really in the mood to watch a movie, to be honest.”

She hums, placing both hands on her hips as she thinks. You thought about something too, but nothing came up in your mind. In all honesty, you just want to spend time reading a book with her, since that’s where you two bonded over at. Whenever you’re at home or somewhere else, she will send you an e-mail about her favorite book and ask you to read it. And once you do, she’s enticed with your story. It’s like she couldn’t get enough of your words, almost as if she’s a drug addict. It’s amusing, really. It amuses you deeply.

But there's something else about her that you don't understand, something so cynical that it feels wrong to say it aloud. You have a strong attraction to her, and it took you a while to admit it. She's stunning, seductive, and possesses a witty personality that makes you laugh whenever she's around. But, for the most part, she's gentle, kind, and overly touchy - but not in an uncomfortable way.

You even like the way she whispers to you and touches your waist as if she knows something you don't. You liked everything she did, which scares you because you've never felt this way about anyone other than this goddess woman, whom you call your godmother. You're obsessed with the way she looks at you from time to time, and you yearn for her to make a move on you and fuck you the way you deserve to be fucked.

You were sick in the head.

"How about we order some pizza later?" She perks up at you, and you can't help but smile back. Finally, you hear her whisper: “I’m so glad you’re here, sweetheart. Tasha is sometimes lonely, you know?”

You don’t know whether she was flirting with you or not, yet you were still fucked in the head.

“Y-Yeah,” you manage to reply and hug her back, your hands rubbing her back. She sighs into your body, and you could feel yourself getting lost in her fragrance smell. “I’m glad to keep you company, Tash.”

She eventually left you alone, and you began to take your clothes from the bag, neatly folding them into a small closet. When you think of her, all you can see is her touching you and whimpering above you, asking if she can take you away from this cruel world. You considered touching her as much as you considered her touching you, and it immediately turned you on. Get out of my head, you thought painfully. Everything was becoming too much; the more you spend time with her, the worse it gets from time to time.

While Natasha prepares dinner for the two of you, heavy rain falls from the sky. You looked around, and everyone seemed to be at home at this hour when in Japan, everyone should be out drinking. You don't necessarily live in this country; it's just that your parents would return here every summer and spend the rest of the month in Kyoto. They were in Tokyo at the time, leaving you alone in this rural area, which you didn't mind.

You hear Natasha from afar asking, “Is your mom that busy? I mean, it’s vacation, you know? She should be spending time with you.”

You felt quipped as you turned over your shoulder and replied mischievously, “You don’t like me being around with you now, Tasha?”

She chuckles in response, pouring both bowls with ramen.

“No, of course, I love you being here. It’s just that as a mother, they should be spending time with their children and not their work.”

“They have a business,” you reasoned, which you don’t technically understand why – but sometimes you feel overprotective when it comes to your parents. “And I made the decision to stay here, they didn’t. So that’s on them.”

"Jasmine is currently with her mother," her voice begins to deflate, and you feel bad for her that she didn't get to spend the summer with her daughter. Jasmine is a few years younger than you, but you get along well. She placed two bowls on opposite sides of the table and sat down with a glass of red wine in her hand. “Come, sit. The food is about to go cold."

You ate in silence with her. There wasn’t much to talk about other than parents, books, the rural nature of this town, and Natasha’s love life. While you were eating your ramen, she began telling a story about her ex-wife, who had an affair behind her back. You looked at her with teary eyes, but she held your hand and said: “It’s over now, she’s out of my life. We’re just talking because of Jasmine. Other than that, no communication whatsoever.”

“I feel bad for you,” you whispered, blowing the soup from the spoon so you won’t get hurt by your tongue “You had a happy marriage with Maria, how come she had to do that to you?”

She sighed, not knowing the answer to my question.

“I don’t know, darling. Maybe I’m not enough.”

“Don’t say that,” you responded, reaching for her hand once more and squeezing it gently Natasha’s eyes start to look at your eyes as well, but you couldn’t help yourself but to look away since it has gotten too much for you. Even a glimpse of her stare scares you so much that it almost hurts your guts. “You’ll fall in love again one day, and maybe it’s not with her.”

Natasha licked her lips and formed a small smile on her face, bringing the glass of wine near her mouth. “I suppose so,” she whispers in a deep voice, her eyes not leaving hers. “How about you? Got anyone up in your sleeve?”

You shake her head, and her smile widens even more. You don’t know whether this was a sign of relief for her or she’s just amused that you haven’t dated anyone in your life, she began to ask: “How come? You’re the prettiest girl in the world, I’m sure there are guys or girls in line for you.”

“Well, I don’t let them.”

“Why?”

Because I’m into you and I don’t know how to explain that to you.

“Because I’m not interested,” you simply replied back while finishing your food, noticing that Natasha hasn’t touched her food when you began talking. “You should finish your ramen, Tash. It’ll get cold.”

She looks down at her bowl and shrugs, continuously drinking from her wine glass.

“I’m not that hungry,” Natasha yawns, scratching her eyes with the back of her hand. “I wish I could have an early night but I’ve got things to do, need to finish that check that this other company needs. Care to keep me company while I work?”

As soon as you entered Natasha’s office, you began to wonder if she had brought any girl into her life. Or particularly in this town. You were a whimp to ask her about it since she looks like that type of person who wants you to stay out of her business, but you’ve known Natasha ever since you were a baby – you practically grew up with her daughter, so it would be fine if you ask… right?

“Tash?”

She sits down in her black leather office chair and hums in response, making your throat drier than ever. You begged for her warmth, her touch, and her sense of ability, yet she felt so far away that you could barely reach her. You don’t know why.

“H-Have you slept with anyone else in this… town?”

She averts her eyes to you and stares for a moment, before replying to your question with a surprising tone in her voice.

“I have not,” she smirks, her eyes going back to the screen as she types. “Why do you ask?”

“Y-You seem like a person who doesn’t want to be lonely, that’s all.”

You two fell into silence again, before she spoke up.

“What would you do if I slept with someone else from here?”

“E-Excuse me?”

“You heard me, little girl.”

You wanted to prance around her office, feeling silly because she called you her little girl, and you wanted to throw yourself into her arms and kiss her lips deeply, but you were glued to your chair. You're not sure how to respond to that, and if she hadn't called you her little girl, you wouldn't be in this situation right now. What's worse, she's smirking at you without even looking at you.

“I-I uh… I don’t know if that’s appropriate of me to say that.”

“It’s just the two of us, baby,” her voice was seductive, full of lust. “No one will have to know about this, you can tell me.”

“I’m not really comfortable–”

“You’d be jealous?”

Yes, I’d be jealous to see you fucking someone else.

“I haven’t said anything, Tasha.”

She looks back at you and smiles, as if she’s playing a game with you – which she is. “But it’s true, isn’t it? You’d be jealous to see me with someone else, right?”

You pursed your lips, tightened your legs, and tried to look away from her gaze. You couldn't because your gaze had set her eyes on fire. And all you want is for her to approach you slowly and tell you that only you can satisfy her.

Finally, you nodded in response.

“Yes, I would be.”

Natasha switches off her computer, stands up from her chair, drags her two feet towards you, and leans down to feel her breath on the tip of your nose. She gently rubs your skin with her calloused hands as she brings her hand up to your cheek. You felt your eyes fluttering close as you heard her say, “I’d be jealous too if I saw you with someone else, kotenok.”

You and with your Russian antics, I hate you for making me feel this way.

“Tash–”

You felt ecstatic when her thumb brushed against your bottom lip, as if spreading something on your mouth. You were deeply in heaven, wondering what else she could do to your body out of her pleasure, and you were desperate to know what she could do to your pretty little head.

In conclusion: you want her to ruin you.

“Fate always leaves a mark,” she whispers with a titter, unbuttoning her blouse. “You are lucky enough to find that you are my fate, which you did finally realize.”

“What do you mean by that?” you perked as you felt your eyebrows scrunching from her statement. What did she truly mean by that? That she also thought about this with you? Couldn’t this get any better? You feel your core beating with so much arousal that it’s despicable – even embarrassing.

She brings you up as she carries you, and your legs swing around her back to lock her in place. She pushes your hair away from your face and felt her lips close enough to yours. Kiss me, kiss me, do something! Please, just do something–

"I've had my eyes on you ever since I saw you naked," you don't remember when that happened, but you know it wasn't long ago. She massages your left waist as she leads you to her room, locking the door behind her. "It was two months after your 18th birthday, and I saw you naked in the shower, I was mesmerized, Y/n. So fucking mesmerized by your body that I jerked off to you many times, did you know that?”

You could feel your cunt beating once more, and it was severely getting out of hand.

Natasha gently places you on her bed while unbuttoning her pants and quickly removing them. Her expanding penis was visible on her boxers. She was quite large, much larger than the guys you've seen in videos and in person. She looks down at your vulnerable body, her hand in her tight boxers massaging her growing cock.

“Play with yourself.”

“I-I don’t–”

“Please?” you've never heard her beg before, and the sound of her voice echoing in the room makes you cry. She whispers, “Play with your boobs for me? Do it for me, please… I just need to–I want to see you do it.”

You outstretched your hand and buried it under your tank top, feeling your left nipple harden from this action. She moans to herself, her hand slipping into her boxers as she moves her hand in an up-and-down motion onto her dick, her eyes completely hooded.

“You like it when you touch yourself for me?” she asked, her movements in her boxers were evident, her stomach tense each time she dragged the skin of her penis all the way to the base of her stomach. You nodded vigorously, tweaking your nipples with your thumb and index finger. “Tell me, did you think about this too?”

“I have,” you confessed quietly as you can hear Natasha moaning under her breath, her eyes never leaving your covered breasts. “So many times, Tash. I can’t help it.”

“Me too baby,” she grumbles, pulling her boxers all the way down to her ankles, her cock standing hard in the air. “Fuck, fuck… I’m so hard right now. You did this, you know? You get me hard every time I see you, little baby.”

“I-Is that true?”

“Uh-huh,” she whimpered, her hand wrapping around her penis as she mercilessly jerked herself off in the midst of her room, humping the air with so much desperation. “I thought about your mouth, how much I could fill your throat up… you would like that, wouldn’t you baby girl? You want me to fill up your naughty throat?”

“Oh my god–” your breath hitches, as you watch some of her pre-cum leaking out of its tip, desperate to be inside of your pussy. “Tasha, I can’t–please just come here, please…”

She quickly climbs on top of you and kisses your collarbone, then your neck, and finally your lips. She held you impossibly closer to her, afraid enough to pull away and the next thing she knows – you were gone. She was going to savor this moment forever, especially when she gets to have you like this. This is something she could never forget.

“Sweetheart,” she murmurs onto your wet bruised lips, pecking it twice before pulling down your panties all the way to your feet. “You want to do this, right?”

“Y-Yes,” you were desperate as much as she was, you began to bring your hand to your core but you felt her hand gripping your wrist tightly – silently telling you that you shouldn’t. “W-What–”

“You won’t go telling this on your parents, hm?”

“Of course not,” you smiled, reassuring her somehow. “This is just our secret, Tasha.”

She nods in agreement, curving her lips with an amusing smile.

“Yes, baby girl. Our secret only.”

You and Natasha were naked in her bed, while the rain poured harder than a few hours ago. She sweetly kisses your mouth, her tongue poking on the lower lip of your mouth, inviting you in. You eventually gave in, as you felt yourself moaning from the warmth of her mouth flicking on the roof of your tongue. She presses both of her hands against your breasts, gently massaging them with her fingers, pinching your nipples, and causing you to whimper.

"Does it hurt?" she inquired, her brows furrowed. You shake your head as her fingers clung to your nipples, and you can't help but lift your hips to meet her cock - she groans in this movement. "Oh, my God, I can feel your wet pussy on my cock... I’m not even in yet.”

“You’ll put it in?”

“If you want to,” she smiles, dragging her hips down as she meets with your wet core once more, her eyes rolling back. “I haven’t felt this way in so long. I can’t believe I’m going to fuck you, sweet girl. You’re going to love this cock, I promise. It’s going to fill you up so good…”

“But,” you hesitated, which you often don’t do. “What if it hurts?”

She looks down at you for a brief moment and sighs, tucking a strand of hair behind your air, making you let out a giggle softly. She loved the way you submitted it to her, even this early. It’s something it turns her on, making her cock spiral.

"It will hurt for a little while," she said, kissing your lips again, but this time with love and need. She pressed her tongue deeper into your mouth, searching for something... and you have no idea what it is. "But it's going to feel good, okay?" she pulls away with the sound of your lips smacking. “I’m bigger than the average size of a penis, so it’s gonna hurt for a bit.”

"Do you love me?" you asked timidly, your gaze averted from her face. But she grabs your chin to look at you again, and you're surprised to see a loving smile on her face - meaningless to speculate that she feels the same way you do. "Tasha, I can't do this if you-"

“I’ve loved you since the moment I laid my eyes on you,” she pours her confession out of her heart, feeling it was about time that you had to know her deepest secret. You could feel her erection getting harder from her statement. “You’re all I think about, my love. You’re in me, and I need to be in you too.”

You watch intently as she spits on her cock, spreading saliva all over her length. Then, she spits on her hand and spreads the thick liquid all over your pussy, making you let out a shuddering breath with a mix of whines. She moans back at the feeling of your warm cunt, knowing what else she could do other than fucking you hard in her bed.

“Your pussy is so small,” she chuckles humorously, kissing your lower mouth. “It’s so cute, and my big cock is going to get into that little pussy…”

"I like the way you talk," you said breathlessly, your eyes rolling back as the tip of her cock accidentally hit your clit. “Your dick is so big, Tasha. "I don't think it'll fit.”

She smiles at you and kisses your lips one more time before placing the tip of her cock in front of your gaping entrance, her gaze returning to your hole.

“We’ll make it fit, baby.”

She thrusts inside of you slowly, letting out a guttural moan as she does so, and you felt your entire world coming into place. You scream out of pain and pleasure, not knowing which one to feel, and Natasha keeps you in place by soothing both of your arms, shushing you quietly. “It’s okay, it’s okay… It’ll go away soon. I promise baby–Oh my god, you’re so tight…”

“You’re so big!” you whined, gripping her back with your nails deepening into her skin, making the woman hiss in pleasure. “It’s too big, I can’t–”

“W-Want me to pull out?”

“No just,” you take a deep breath as you look at your conjoined sex, her penis barely halfway into your cunt. In fact, it was only the tip that was inside of you, and you whined at the thought of her taking it all in. “T-Take it slow, Tash.”

“You want Daddy to take it slow?” the nickname surprised you, and the thought of calling her by that new nickname makes your cunt tighter. She had a mischievous look as she slowly slipped an inch more, watching your brows scrunch in pain. “It’s okay, baby girl. Daddy won't hurt you, I promise. Just tell me when to stop, and I’ll stop.”

Natasha placed her hands on each side of your waist and slowly pushed in, her breath trembling from the sensation of your warmth around her cock. It was unusual for her to feel this way, especially since she hadn't fucked anyone since her divorce from her wife. It was even better because she was getting close to having an orgasm but knew she had to hold it in.

“Is it all the way in now?” you let out a quiet moan as you look down at your cunt, her length halfway in. You sighed, averting your eyes back at her as she looks down at you with lustful hooded eyes, silently asking you if she can push in deeper now. “Y-You can go deeper, Daddy.”

“Call me that again, sweetheart…”

She buries her face into your neck, her back twitching as she feels her pelvis pressed against your skin. This was by far the most pleasurable sensation she had ever experienced, and she would never be able to forget it. You held her close, her hips slowly moving into you, your eyes fluttering close in pleasure.

"You feel so good," she exclaims, squeezing you onto the mattress and thrusting inside of you at a moderate pace, her shaft coated by your wetness. “Daddy loves this so much, princess. I can’t believe you have given yourself to me, I’m so happy… so fucking happy right now.”

“Oh, Daddy…” you whined, lifting your hips while she pounded her cock into you, grunting each time the tip of her cock hits your cervix. “That’s it, Daddy, make me feel good… you make me feel so–”

"Fucking tight," Natasha moaned, her cock moving faster into you, completely enthralled by your juices all around her thick veiny length. "Oh my goodness, you're such a lovely little girl... so beautiful. So lovely.”

The redhead buries herself into you as she clutches you tightly in her arms, kissing your lips whenever she can. You wrap your arms around your neck while she feels your walls tightly hugging her penis, causing her orgasm to creep in closer. She spits into your mouth, spreading the saliva all over your chin as she grabs and pushes your right breast upwards.

“Ah–Daddy!”

"Scream for Daddy," she murmurs, thrusting inside of you quickly, the sound of your skin slapping against each other filling the warm, thick room, making Natasha groan. The woman grips your jaw and inserts her thumb into your mouth, her cock twitching from the sensation of your warmth coating her thumb. “Fucking hell, you’re taking me so well. Who would’ve thought my cock would fit inside of you? Hm? Look at that…”

She spreads your legs wider and observes your cunt taking up the entire length of her body, rolling her hips each time she hits your spot. You whine beneath her, grabbing the sheets as you cling onto them, biting your lower lip hard. The rain begins to fall harder, and the sound of your skin slapping against hers becomes more audible. Natasha lowers her head as she desperately kisses your lips, pressing so hard into you that the bed begins to creak.

She wraps her hand around your neck and whispers to your ear, “You like this, baby? You like it when Daddy fucks you hard?”

"Uh-huh," you nodded, short of breath. But you didn't mind because you were enjoying the sensation that was taking place in this room. And you felt your cunt getting tighter and tighter whenever she moves into your swelling, puffy cunt. Natasha growls, lifting your torso as she hugs you close, thrusting upwards so that her cock would fit all the way in. “Oh my god–”

"Daddy loves your sweet little pussy," she presses deeper into your cunt, moaning as you clench around her shaft. She didn't dare to keep her grunts and whimpers to herself, so she let them out into the room as if no one else could hear them - which no one could. “Clench on my dick again, baby. Do it for Daddy, please.”

"Don't stop," you whimpered, gripping the back of her hair and rolling your hips with her, feeling her cock so deep inside of you that it almost hurts. “Daddy, I love you…”

"I love you too, baby girl," she chastises, her lips close to yours. As she continues to hammer your pussy with her rock-hard penis, she scratches your back, leaving red marks on your skin. "Can you feel me, baby? You feel Daddy all the way in?”

You nodded, not knowing what else to say but to ride her the way she wants you to.

“Want to cum in you so bad,” she lets out a pathetic whine, feeling her cock twitch once more as she gets herself close. “Want to feel you when I cum, want to feel everything… let me cum inside you? Please? Are you on the pill, baby?”

You shook your head, knowing that you haven’t had an idea of taking one. But she nods, pulling your hips up and down to hear the sound of her cock inside of you squelching, begging to release. She closes her eyes as she pulls out quickly, wrapping her hand around her warm wet length and kissing your chest, licking your cleavage.

“Are you gonna cum, Daddy?”

“Y-Yes, baby, I’m gonna cum…” She jerks off the base of her dick and pushes you back onto the mattress, bringing her cock closer to your face. She looks down at you, her stomach twitching, and she spurts white thick cum all over your face before she can say anything. “Oh my–Oh god!”

Natasha grips the headboard as she continues to cum, her warm sperm coating your mouth as you feel more dripping onto your face, closing your eyes automatically. She grunts above you, her hips spasming with each tightening of her grip on her penis, letting out a deep moan. “Oh shit, oh my god… Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

As her cum drips from the tip of her cock, she flops her body beside you, her dick limping in her hand. She gives you a long sigh and asks, "D-Did that feel good?"

You nodded, about to wipe the sperm from your face, when you felt her hand grip your wrist and whisper, "Please don't, I just... want to take a good look at you."

“With your cum all over my face?” you giggled, and she nods in response.

"You're beautiful with my cum all over your face," her tired voice begins to waver, and she pulls a dirty shirt from the floor and gently wipes your face, causing your eyes to open again - she smiles. “Hi, sweetheart.”

“Hi, Tasha.”

She slept next to you that night, pressing her face against your neck as you could hear her snoring faintly. That night, you attempted to sleep, but you failed. You had just experienced a blissful moment when you made love to your mother's best friend in Japan on a rainy night. This was the life you desired; you desired to spend every waking moment with this woman until you become bored. But, in reality, you will never be bored.

You will love her until the end.

At least that’s what you thought.

“She’s going to have some difficulties moving on from you,” Natasha’s best friend, Clint, says with a deflating tone. “But you hurt her real bad, Nat. She’s miserable without you.”

Natasha nodded in response, dragging her cigarette away from her lips as she thought of you in her head, causing her to create a small smile on her face.

“She’s my everything, you know?” she whispers, her voice starts to break, which she doesn’t allow her to. “The moment we made love, I knew I was going to be inseparable from her. But eventually, her mom found out. And she needed to go to college, without me. I had to let her go, somehow.”

“So she left you?”

"She left me," she said again, feeling a deep burden inside her heart that she wishes she didn't have to feel, but it has to be felt. Natasha lets out a long sigh before tossing her cigarette and covering her face so Clint doesn't see the tears welling up in her eyes. "I really want her, C-Clint. I want her.”

“I know, Nat,” he nodded sympathetically, rubbing her back in slow motions. “I know.”

“I want her to want me too.”

“And she does.”

Months and even years have passed. Natasha was getting older without you by her side. When you returned from Japan, you assumed Natasha was still at her house, waiting for you. But when you arrived, the landlord informed you that she had moved out months before and that she was effectively out of sight. You were desperate to see her again, to rekindle your bond, but you eventually got tired and decided to live your life.

You were working as a baker in your high school friend's shop 5 years later. It wasn't much, but it covers your rent. Your mother would occasionally call you, but the conversations were brief and focused on business management. You didn't want to prolong your conversation with your mother because it would devolve into an undeniable mess. Plus, it would open wounds, which you did not want. You would come back home with this heavy feeling in your heart, asking you to run to her. But you didn’t know where she was, and you did not dare to ask again.

Because you were also embarrassed by what happened and wished that it had never happened. If you hadn't let your stupidity get the best of you, you and Natasha might still be talking today. Perhaps she hated you for abandoning her and not bringing her to the unknown world. But if you do bring her, and take her wherever it leads your youth, she will eventually despise it. She was a woman, a businesswoman who wasn't a child anymore. But you were, and you despise having to admit it to yourself.

“You are the love of my life,” she whispers to your ear, and you feel your skin heating up from the voices in your head. “I will love you forever, my beautiful girl.”

You sighed, nodding your head.

“I will love you forever too, Tash.”

END.

i’ll be updating more this week! let’s hope i do lmao. how do you like this?

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✰ yeji is the star of the football team and EVERYONE knows that. this girl is hands down the cornerstone of the team

✰ but everyone also knows you're dating THE hwang yeji as well ;)

✰ before you met her, you alr knew of her reputation. yeji was js like the rest of the football team; a major asshole

✰ she wasn't as bad as her teammates, but she was def the one with the loudest mouth tbh

✰ hell she even argued with her COACHES at some points. this girl js does not like it when things don't go her way

✰ the first time you met was bc she parked in your spot by accident. she wasn't gonna move her car until she saw you walking up to confront her abt it tho...

✰ you pointed a finger in her face, an angry pout on your lips as you explained to her how you were late to your classes bc of her

✰ however...she wasn't listening to a thing you were saying tbh LOL

✰ you were just so goddamn pretty, even when you were yelling at her in the middle of the school parking lot

✰ needless to say she went from asshole yeji to lovesick yeji

✰ immediately apologized and moved right that second, but not before leaving her number on ur windshield ;)

✰ "i'm sorry again. let me make it up to you this weekend at dinner? xxx-xxx-xxxx :)"

when you're at school:

✰ yk how there's those yearbook superlatives with "best dressed", "best eyes", "best laugh", etc? you two take the cake for best couple

✰ you two don't show massive pda during school hours. the most you two do is hold hands or you holding onto yeji's bicep

✰ whenever you're getting out of class, she's waiting for you to walk you to your next one

✰ she's just a big sweetheart who doesn't care if she's late to her own class for walking you across campus to yours LMAO

✰ you and yeji sit in your separate groups of friends during lunch, but you two alw sneak glances at each other from across the courtyard

✰ getting a text immediately after yeji catches you staring that says "meet me in the bathroom" ;)

✰ she alw insists on a quick makeout session just before the bell rings so she can have you all to herself, even js for 5 mins

✰ oh and good luck if you have a class with her 💀 she's gonna be passing you notes from across the aisle, throwing things at you, winking at you, etc.

✰ she's the best distraction tho so you can't complain too much, esp since she's just so pretty

✰ sometimes yeji is in a bad mood bc of a bad game or practice, and she really js needs some space

✰ but she will never and i mean NEVER turn down an offer to hang out with you instead of sulking in her bedroom

✰ your go-to is alw a nice walk in the park. yeji likes being in nature, and being with you just adds more comfort to the mix

✰ she gets REALLY clingy whenever she's all sulky its literally so cute :c

✰ like im talking hugging you from behind, whining and swinging your hands together when you walk, and ALWAYS kissing your cheek

✰ she js needs you as physically close to her as possible!! you're her baby after all

✰ and if it's YOU who has had a bad day or smth? be prepared for the biggest pampering

✰ flowers, driving you around at night in her porsche, taking you out shopping

✰ hell she'll spoil you ROTTEN. she js hates seeing you so sad and down so she will do everything in her power to turn ur frown upside down

if you're also an athlete:

✰ you two are alw supporting each other at games. yeji is def sporting your jersey/number

✰ you're each other's good luck charms <3 and best believe yeji cannot go out on the field without a good luck kiss from you !

✰ now if you couldn't make it to her game because you had one of your own, then she'd def call you before she leaves the locker room. talking to you is a MUST, esp bc the poor girl gets rlly nervous before big games :(

✰ this girl LOVES to compete with you. it's alw a competition whenever the two of you train together, esp bc neither of you like to lose

✰ she could make a competition out of racing from the field to her porsche smh

✰ don't be mistaken tho, she LOVES training with you. it gives her an excuse to work harder so she won't embarrass herself lmao

if you're not an athlete:

✰ oh you're never not wearing this girl's letterman jacket. she refuses to see you around school without it 💀

✰ now this is a BIG move bc before you, yeji NEVER and i mean NEVER took that thing off. it was her pride and joy, and she loved sporting it around like the walking trophy she was

✰ but then she started dating you, and that changed instantly. at first she let you wear it one night bc she didn't want you to be cold after meeting up with her after a late night practice

✰ you were abt to give it back to her after you were done hanging out, but she js smiled and shook her head, telling you she wanted you to keep it :)

✰ you like going to the top floors of the library bc they overlook the football field, and when yeji is practicing you can work on hw while watching ur gf tehe

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