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miirohs · 13 days

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world burning [c.l.c]

pairing: Mob Boss!Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader wc: 1.4k cw: someone is literally shot, charles kisses reader a bit forcefully an: to the anon who said they'd sell me their soul my cashapp is @bestfanficwriterever (jk jk, i hope that anon sees this tho). Real reminder to you all, again, that non of this stuff is to be encouraged irl and this is all meant as a fictional scenario!

“Charlie?”

You could hear him softly cursing in French on the other line, whispering as the bed creaked in the background. It was obvious he had just woken up, and you felt terrible for waking him as well, knowing the day he probably had.

“Qu'est-ce qu'il y a, tu ferais mieux d'avoir une bonne raison de me réveiller (what's the matter, you'd better have a good reason for waking me up)-”

“Charles, I've been arrested, I need someone to come get me.”

The muttering stopped, grogginess disappearing from his voice almost instantly. “Y/n? Qu'est-ce qui s'est passé bon sang chéri (y/n? what the hell happened darling)?”

“Charles, not now please,” You chastised softly, looking to the door as the guards quietly conversed among themselves outside the room, “I have no idea why this is happening and what they’re gonna do to me.” “How did you even manage to get arrested… Nevermind that, I just hope you haven’t answered anything they've asked of you.” He groaned, heavy thumping over the phone as you looked nervously at the door for any indication they’d been listening to your conversation.

“I’m not that dull,” You said quietly, looking down at your lap, “and it couldn't have been anything i did, all they did was seize the car from me in the lot and bring me here.”

He paused for a moment, silent over the line. You pressed the phone against your ear, straining for any sounds on the other side of the line.

“Stay put. I’m coming to get you.”

A shiver ran down your spine and you fumbled, tripping over your words in a hurry to get them out.

“Char, what are you planning on doing?”

He laughed humorlessly over the phone, the sound of keys jingling and door slamming making you jump back from the phone as if it’d grown a head.

“Exactly what I said I'm going to do, come and pick you up.”

You swallowed the thick ball that’d formed in your throat.

“You know what- never mind, send someone else in your place, maybe Carlos?” You bargained, earning a soft chuckle from him.

“Pas de souci, mon amour. Je ne fais que commencer (no worries, my love. I'm just getting started). They should’ve learned not to fuck with the wrong person. I’ll be there in another 20 minutes, you won’t need to call anyone else.”

You shivered as the line went dead, looking at the now opened door, all the cops watching you with a suspicious look.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

All you could do was shake your head.

Not even a grand total of 15 minutes later, a shouting match erupted, followed by loud bangs.

There was a single person you could think of who was capable of this level of chaos, and you could have swore you’d heard him threatening the cops right now.

“Where is she?”

“Sir-”

“Don’t sir me, where the hell is she? Don’t tell me I have to blow another head off just for you to tell me.”

Everything seemed to fall silent for a couple moments, only a few voices daring to make a sound.

“Char?” You called out, a couple beats of silence weighing you down.

The sound of footsteps only got louder, stopping in front of the room you were in.

Keys jangled, the door slamming open as Charles walked in, a couple of police tailing him timidly to the outside of the door.

There were dark stains on his otherwise clean shirt, an indication of what happened visible in the peeved look on his face. Your eyes slowly trailed to his hand, a gun held tightly in his grip, smoking oh so slightly.

Noticing how your attention had drifted to the weapon, he put it down on the other side of the table as he approached you, shrugging off his jacket as he approached you.

“Tu vas bien maintenant (you're all right now),” He said quietly, running his fingers through your hair as he pulled you to him, “Come on, we’re going home.”

You clutched his arm as he stood you up, eyes glued to the floor as you walked next to him.

You could hear their disappointed exhales, tinged with a bit of surprise as Charles kept a firm grip on your back, guiding you through the long hall to the main office.

As you continued to walk, he gently stopped you, turning around in the middle of the room as someone called for him.

“Fucks sake,” He sighed, turning around.

“Sir, i believe there has been a mistake-”

“What sort of mistake do you think you’ve made?” He snarled, his hand running down to your hand, lacing his fingers into yours.

“You see, the car we identified was yours and we thought that perhaps she’d stole it-”

“And you didn’t think to call me so I could deal with them myself?” He chuckled humorlessly, pulling you to his side. You held your breath, completely aware of what was about to happen.

“Charles, no-”

He shook his head at you, basically telling you to not interfere. You obliged, eyebrows creasing as you watch the poor man who had tried to explain himself get shoved to his knees.

“First off, you interrupt my very precious time, and then you have the audacity to say that you’ve made a mistake?” He stands back, waving at someone behind him to step forward to his side with a gun. “Do you know who she is?”

The man stumbled over his words, trying to plead for his life, but you already knew it was too late.

“Since you don’t seem to know, let me tell you. She’s the last face you’ll be seeing but since she’s here, I've decided to spare the rest of you for the time being. If I ever hear of anything happening to her again, anyone in this room will not be spared like they were today.” He remarked bemusedly, turning to you with the widest grin you’d ever seen from him.

“Chéri, close your eyes, and cover your ears as well.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. The second you did, there was a bang, followed by a thumping sound.

Something warm was on your face, but you didn’t dare open your eyes, shaky hands coming off your ears to touch your face.

“Don’t.” He was closer than you thought, causing you to jump as he rubbed what you assumed was a handkerchief against your face . “Don’t say anything, don’t look, just follow me.”

You cracked open an eye, briefly wandering to the pool of blood a couple of feet away from you.

“What did I just tell you?” He remarked, barking at the rest in rapid french as he grabbed your hand and pulled you out the doors of the station.

There was an awkward silence as you lumbered into the passenger side seat, pressing yourself against the seat as he pulled out and onto the road.

“I’m sorry.”

“What are you apologizing for?” He muttered, hand reaching over to squeeze your thigh.

“I thought you’d be upset with me.” You looked down, noticing the dried blood on his hands, not that it made much of a difference to you anymore. Less than two years ago, you would have been horrified at the idea of blood within six feet of you, but you had come to accept it as a part of him you could never erase.

“No-” He punched the brakes, eyes slightly apologetic as you jumped from the sudden shock of stopping.

“No, no, Y/n, look at me,” His hand left your thigh, fingers curling around your chin and pulling your face to his, “You are not responsible for any of that, i gave you the car, remember? You are not to blame yourself because I would gladly do anything for you.”

“Char-” You whined, muffled slightly by the pressure of his fingers against your cheeks.

“I would give you the world to see you happy, so shut up and take it.” He pressed his lips harshly against yours, almost needy in the way he nipped at your bottom. Warmth seemed to stir inside you as he let you go, your own mind racing at a million miles per hour as he returned to the wheel as if nothing had happened.

However, under his breath, he muttered something that even escaped you as your thoughts drifted off elsewhere. “Le monde brûlera, si tu le veux ma chérie, je te le promets (the world will burn, if you want it to my darling, I promise).”

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two-white-butterflies · 10 months

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jasmine wind | c16

Description: Being in love with an f1 driver was supposed to be easy - but for some reason, your father doesn't like him.

Pairing: charles leclerc/wolff!reader

"Bebe," Charles giggled while staring at your new profile picture. He was only joking when he replied to your tweet - he was pleasantly surprised to see you take it seriously. "It's a cute picture, no?" you narrowed your eyes teasingly while pressing a kiss to his forehead.

"Very cute, now I'll have to change my profile into your picture." he chuckled, quickly opening his twitter to change his icon.

You were surprised to be awoken by the sound of your phone ringing. A groan escaped your mouth - slowly adjusting to the artificial light of the lampshade. You reached for your phone - accepting the call without looking at the one calling. "Hello," your voice sounded hoarse from the rude awakening. "Schatz," you heard your father's voice.

A louder sigh escapes your mouth - you already memorized his lines. He'd start off by asking about your wellbeing - then the conversation would drift towards Charles. "How are you?" he inquired in a polite tone, you could hear the coffee pot from the other side of the call.

"I'm fine," you decided to be civil - turning to the other side of the bed where your fiancee was peacefully sleeping. Gods, you didn't even tell your parents that the wedding was happening in a few months.

"Are you eating your vegetables?" Toto asked, taking a sip of his coffee. "Yes," you replied in a whisper. "How's uhh - Charles?" he asked with reluctance, seeing that he was a sore topic. "He's alright, Pa. He's sleeping." you chuckled - closing Charles' mouth before he could turn into a mouth breather.

This was the perfect time to tell him about the wedding.

"There's something that I want to tell you," you take a deep breath - praying to Jesus that he'd approve. Praying that your relationship returns to its old form.

"What is it?"

"Charles and I are getting married - after the race in Monaco." you informed, and he replies with a deep disappointed sigh. "Did he propose to you?" he questioned and you nodded - mind not working properly to understand that he couldn't see you.

Judging by the silence, he knew that Charles did.

"- and he didn't ask for my permission, or your mother's?" Toto began to scold you. A frown formed at the top of your forehead - yes, Charles was wrong for not asking him - but it wasn't like he'd approve. "We're in the 21st Century, I can't believe you're about to start a fight over this." you scoff.

"Bye, Pa - I'll see you after Spa." you hang up.

"I don't want to think about that right now," you continued cooking the fried rice. "He's your father, and he was right. I should apologize." your boyfriend replied - placing his homemade ice cream on the fridge. "No." you responded firmly.

If Charles apologizes now then Toto would believe that he'd be right all the other times. "It could've gone better, but I'm glad that it's over. I gave him an invitation so he's the one to decide whether or not he attends. I don't care." you groan - he wraps his arms around your waist. He could read you like an open book.

Deep inside he could see that you were hurting.

"I'm here for you, alright." he whispered.

He'd know the truth in due time.

(AFTER MONACO, THE DAY OF THE WEDDING)

yn_leclerc: ready for married life.

maid of

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Charles_Leclerc: already changed the last name 💗😂 - yn_leclerc: in advance too

ganggangchiken: all the other celebs do lavish weddings but they're the only ones who's driving to court with 5 guests 😭

You couldn't stop the tears that threatened to fall. It just flowed endlessly at the sight of your father. "Did you really think that I'd miss your wedding?" he raised an eyebrow, standing up from the bench right outside the courthouse.

He was clad in blue suit - smiling at you and Charles.

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leclercsfilm · 9 months

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social media au! enjoy :) charles leclerc x reader

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ynusername: today was a good day. (i failed a test but at least i looked my best)

charles_leclerc: i love you cherie. to me, you are my master mind, my smart girl... 😊❤️

ynusername: thank you baby 🥹 someone has to be smart in this relationship 🤭

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ynusername: i love you charlie but i can cry in a restaurant too :((

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landonorris: she is reconnecting with a nature... didn't think it was that bad... sorry yn 🤍

oscarpiastri: she actually has a future.

landonorris: i deserve that.

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oscarpastryismyfav: they are cute 🥹

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ynusername: i did not eat your pasta arthur! im not lying, please unlock the door

arthur_leclerc: you were laughing

ynusername: you almost cried

arthur_leclerc: i was hungry

ynusername: i will make pasta tonight, so we can all eat, please just get out of the bathroom

arthur_leclerc: i love you

charles_leclerc: i ate it 😊

arthur_leclerc: OHHH, LISTEN HERE YOU-

landonorris: i need to get in the bathroom guys, hurry up 😀

danielricciardo: you are smoking cigarettes? 🤔

ynusername: literally smoking once a year

maxverstappen1: that's bad for you. better none

ynusername: you better stop drinking every weekend, so you may live past 45

maxverstappen1: im never drunk

charles_leclerc: you sure

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charles_leclerc: this weekend was so much fun wtih @/ynusername ❤️

carlossainz55: didn't tag the photographer? 😒

charles_leclerc: you could do better.

pierregasly: we were literally beside you.

landonorris: it's like we didn't exist

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thissupidredcarwontgovroomvroom: ok stop it

landownerfanno1: leave them alone. you were young once and in love

depressedcuzferrari: im too single for this

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halsteadlover · 1 year

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❝ Some stories may be 18+ as they contain smut and/or detailed descriptions of content that may be upsetting, so if you’re underage and see a mark next to a story please do not read. I’ll always try to carefully highlight the warnings before each fic but it can happen I forget some of them, in that case feel free to notify me with an ask. ❞

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blueathens · 1 year

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Act One - You Were Never Really Here

Reader x Charles Leclerc AU - Detective Universe

Also Features: Daniel Ricciardo x Reader (platonic)

(Part of my Charles Universe)

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synopsis ⇢ They always knew of one another, she was the big naming detective in the station, and Charles jumped at the opportunity to finally work with her which leads to them being partners after he cracked the mysterious detective after a case goes wrong. It didn’t take long for him to fall for her either, the only problem was she was too scared to fall for him due to her story and the station rule. However, she shortly allowed herself to listen to her heart, risking her entire career…and his and his son’s safety.

summary is subject to change

main genres ⇢ co-workers to friends to lovers, grumpy x sunshine, one-bed, single father, secret/forbidden love, alternative universe, found family, platonic relationship,

↳ fluff, angst and smut are all included into this series

warning ⇢ explicit content, graphic violence, gore, mature themes, strong language, death, mental health and injuries, alcohol/drugs/smoking,

↳ please refrain if you are sensitive to any of these themes. Please also keep in mind that not all warnings may be listed above - all warnings though fit into the series.

note ⇢ updates will be once a week, the day of the week has not been decided yet or what time it will come out on those days. Those will sorted once planning is completed. I’m hoping this will get me out of my many months worth of writes block :)

↳ to be informed when there’s an update, you can either turn @blueathens notifications on, or ask to be added to the series’ masterlist.

status ⇢ planning & writing

act one blurb ⇢ To be written

o. chapter one - arriving soon-

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gyumibear · 4 months

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⌞blue spring⌝ — smau

PAIRING — Song Mingi x Fem!Reader

FEATURING... All of Ateez, Yunjin (Le Sserafim), Gahyeon (Dreamcatcher), Chaeryeong (ITZY), NingNing (Aespa), Keeho (P1Harmony), Haechan (NCT)

GENRE — SMAU + Written, High School AU (first half), Strangers to Friends to ?, Idol AU, Humor, Fluff & Angst, Mutual Pining, Secret Relationship

SYNOPSIS — In which you, an upcoming idol, are saved from a dangerous encounter by Song Mingi, a jaded, third-year delinquent who falls for you in more ways than one. However, both of your responsibilities constantly tear you apart. Years later, you reunite. Are the sparks still there or was your love only meant for that one spring?

WARNINGS — Swearing, Mentions of Suggestive Topics/Jokes, KYS/KMS Jokes (and things of the like), Mentions of Food, Photo References for YN (only poc)

FIRST HALF — Mentions of Injuries, Descriptions of Fighting, Mentions of Past Trauma (not reader), Mingi is a Delinquent, Mentions of selling drugs, Mentions of Blood, Group Drama!!, KPOP Trainee Stuff (mentions of evaluations, company drama, etc...) SECOND HALF — Slight Cyberbullying, Mentions of Sexism/Slutshaming (not from Mingi), Miscommunication Trope, Jealousy, Threats/Blackmail Don't be scared, this SMAU is a comedy!

SCHEDULE — On hiatus until Summer 2024!

STARTED — Jan 3, 2024* FINISHED — N/A!

⌞PROFILES ⌝ DYN♡STY ♪ ATZ ♪ JUICEEZ ♪ EXTRAS

PART 1: FIRST HALF

⚘ PROLOGUE. Incorrigible Song Mingi ⚘ C01. Golden Trainee ⚘ C02. Our Dream ⚘ C03. Bruised Fruit ⚘ C04. Hongjoong Has A Problem ⚘ C05. Last Chance ⚘ C06. It's Called Kindness, Idiot ⚘ C07. Or Whatever Pierce The Veil Said ⚘ C08. Why Women Deserve Less ⚘ C09. Why *Wooyoung* Deserves Less ⚘ C10. Hongjoong Has 2 Problems ⚘ C11. No Face, No Case ⚘ C12. Trainee Evaluation ⚘ C13. I Can't Make Eggs ⚘ C14. You're Disloyal Song Mingi. ⚘ C15. Blue Spring

PART 2: SECOND HALF

⚘ C16. What About Love? ⚘ C17... tba!

TAGLIST IS OPEN — send an ask or reply to be added!

NOTE — please consider interacting as you read!! spam likes are totally fine with me, but reblogging/replying with your thoughts truly means a lot to me!

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greetingfromthedead · 3 months

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Tempest Wind Masterlist

Through a destined meeting, Vash found you, a lost soul much like himself, under the weirdest of circumstances, and he made a promise to follow you across any desert. That turns out to lead both of you down a path of self-discovery, love, and hurt. Vash's unlucky shadow drives the two of you from one crisis to the next, but there's nothing you can't overcome together.

Tempest Wind is a 18+ Vash x F!Reader fic with some spice, some gore, a bit of action and a lot of fluff, for added flavor there's angst too ofc.

The rating of 18+ comes mainly from the occasional dark themes and not so much of the smuttiness (as those parts are labeled and can be skipped without it really affecting the story).

NB: The content is mostly Trimax canon-typical violence/gore/themes, but I give warnings and summaries for the heavier chapters and smut so you can skip them if you want!

Tags/CW below the cut!

Tags/CW: Romance, Fluff, Angst, Action, Adventure, Slow Burn, Hurt, Emotional Baggage, Reader-Insert, badass female character, Eventual Smut, Healing, Immortality, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Implied/Referenced suicide, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con, powers, Mentions of impregnation, Medical Inaccuracies, Medical Experimentation, Non-Consensual Body Modification, Canon-Typical Violence, Gun Violence, Blood and Violence, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Established Relationship, Pre-Relationship, Friends to Lovers, Pining, Tragedy, Protectiveness, Pre-Canon, Canon Universe, Injury, Not Beta Read, POV Alternating, Tenderness, Illnesses, Scars, Mental Breakdown, Mental Health Issues, Caretaking, During Canon, Creature Vash, Angel Vash, Body Horror, Body Worship, i'm shit at tagging, idk what im doing

COMPLTETED: 84 Chapters / 165k words

C1: In Death

C2: Tracking Through the Desert

C3: Acts of Kindness

C4: Night Watch

C5: Birdbrain

C6: A Heavy Heart

C7: Midnight Run

C8: Odd Job

C9: A Wild Beast

C10: Wounds

C11: Laundry Day

C12: Language of Flowers

C13: Unlocked Horrors

C14: Sweet as Sugar

C15: Resemblance of Normality

C16: Taking Out the Trash

C17: Unfamiliar Experiences

C18: Moving On

C19: A Gut Feeling

C20: Gods and Angels

C21: Perfect Morning

C22: Renewed Conviction

C23: Dusty Memory

C24: Unexpected Visitors

C25: Guardian Angel

C26: Calamity J

C27: Playing Doctor

C28: Otherworldly Lullaby

C29: Patchwork

C30: Burn

C31: Towards New Horizons

C32: Stormy Emotions

C33: Tempest

C34: Desert Night

C35: Mayfly of Love

C36: Sign of Appreciation

C37: Plotting

C38: Execution

C39: Hands

C40: Storm Clouds

C41: Truth Unfurled

C42: Ray of Hope

C43: Lucky

C44: Sandstorm

C45: Back in a Lab

C46: Signals

C47: Glimpse of the Past

C48: Nature of Your Being

C49: Irises

C50: Frozen Dream

C51: Spring

C52: Worship

C53: Breakfast

C54: Experimented

C55: United Again

C56: Rest of Eternity

C57: Subject 0325

C58: Project HUMAN

C59: Comfort in Knowledge

C60: First Day of the Future

C61: Puzzle Pieces

C62: Day and Night

C63: Daylight Robbery

C64: Journey to December

C65: Snatchers

C66: Last Calm Breaths

C67: Dark Underworld

C68: Rescue Mission

C69: A Bloody Demon

C70: Time Catches Up

C71: Blame

C72: On to the Next Crisis

C73: Last Night

C74: Goodbye

C75: Fragments

C76: Talk of Love and Peace

C77: Uncanny Valley

C78: Lover's Face

C79: Ghost of You

C80: Happy Birthday

C81: A Paradise for You and Me

C82: Breaking of a Will

C83: Life and Death

C84: Epilogue

Demo Chapters modified into oneshots:

Womanizer - confined spaces affects Vash in a strange way and he has turned on his charm to try and seduce you.

Perfect Morning - domestic fluff, intimacy, mild smuttiness, shy Vash

Festivities - delusional bliss on an unfamiliar planet with weird traditions, ice skating and sweet Vash

Burn - basically smuttiness with little actual plot

Desire - no plot, just porn. Often the quiet and shy ones surprise you...

Happy Birthday - You find yourself on a furry side quest and it turns into a very special birthday celebration that Vash puts on for you.

You can also read it on other platforms: AO3! Wattpad! Quotev!

Check out my other stuff: MASTERLIST.

#Tempest Wind #Trigun

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pettydollie · 2 months

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ᴅᴀʏʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ - c.s x reader a fic created by you!

summary: yn deals with the trauma from her toxic ex boyf in a negative way, falling into unhealthy habits. she meets chris at a cafe she works at but has trouble admitting her liking to him, but its even harder when her best friend hates him.

warnings/notes: fem!reader, smut, minors and ageless blogs dni, toxic relationship(s), reader is a virgin kinda.. (youll see what i mean later), this story is not just from yn's pov, lowercase intended, use of yn

c1 - wasted precious time [amoeba] c2 - cologne c3 - heart shaped sunglasses [every man gets his wish] c4 - sick c5 - bags c6 - that way c7 - meet me in the pale moonlight c8 - 4EVER c9 - jonny c10 - best c11 - in a good way c12 - melting c13 - apple cider c14 - ivy c15 - afterglow c16 - training wheels c17 - sweet nothing c18 - honey baby (SPOILED!) c19 - daylight c20 - sweet

epilogue c21 - yn [margaret]

a/n (2/28) - chapter one coming soon!! <33 a/n (3/4) - chapter two is out!

#ᴅᴀʏʟɪɢʜᴛ #chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo

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ladytheoris · 2 years

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for your event, could i ask for p1 c16? thank you sm <3 !

Prompt: He stares at you every time you look away

Getou Suguru X Reader

EVENT

Warning !!: Modern AU Politician Getou, I dont think this is exactly fluff, but it is

Your marriage with Getou Suguru was a pure business settlement. Your father being the opposition party leader, had to make that offer to make the public believe that the so-called rivalry just exists in the public. But everyone who is close to you know the actual fact; that even that decision was to pretend as a good man.

So was Getou Suguru. A stoic man who smiled only for the camera flashes. Each moment you stood beside him, and when he placed his hand on the small of your back, you felt a weight. It was not just of the title you held, being his wife, but also of the burden of the public eye that observed you like a hawk.

But there was a connection you both made amidst his schedules and public appearances. Was it more like friends with benefit or fallen-out lovers, you never understood. One thing for sure you could tell was that you made a great friend, Gojo Satoru; the co-owner of the multitude of businesses your 'husband' did. Yes, that came with public repercussions of scandals too, which limited your meetings to business meetings and dinners like the one today.

Suguru never spoke about the scandals to you, and yes it did haunt you. Was it because he trusted you fully to be his little faithful loyal wife, or did he just ignores the rumors that his best friend is sleeping with his wife? It was safe to say, he gave you mixed feelings all the time.

Today, the evening was daunting like usual. You wore an elegant navy blue dress that matched Getou's tie. His hand on your waist as the media took pictures of you both. The night was elegant and spectacular like it was planned, filled with top-class businessmen, their spouses, politicians and famous social media influencers. Amidst all this you did feel like a little girl lost in a carnival. But that was until Gojo Satoru decided to pop out of nowhere. You where standing by the bar, where you had previously been with Suguru, seconds before he left you there unsaid.

"How are ya, princess?" Gojo spoke.

You smiled and waved at him, "I'm doing great."

His voice gets muffled by the sounds around you, so he moves closer to your ear to speak. You did feel a shiver when his breath touched your ear.

"Why are you alone here? Where is that husband of yours?" He asks.

You shrug in response.

You could feel the prying eyes of gossip-mongers staring at the both of you. Maybe that was the reason why you felt the room temperature suddenly plummet down.

"There are rumors going around about us, Satoru. Don't you feel uncomfortable?" You ask Satoru who was actively searching the bar menu for a treasure.

"One sapphire martini please," he looked at you and smiled. "Why fear when the infamous husband of yours doesn't care?"

"That is one reason why I am asking you," you told.

He hummed tapping his fingers on the counter, "two reasons possibly. One, your husband actually doesn't care about you."

Your eyes widened a bit. Was that actually a possibility why Suguru doesn't question those scandals? Told by his most trusted friend, so that can be a fact too. Afterall all that was shown to the public was a show, maybe he even faked a bit of affection too.

"Hey, don't wander off anywhere yet, I haven't completed my possibilities" Gojo snaps you out. "Two, he knows I have someone even better to play with waiting for me in my home."

"What?" You chuckled, "you got someone and you haven't introduced me to them?"

"That is not the whole point of this conversation." Gojo claps his hands lightly when the bartender places his drink in front of him. "Geto Suguru seems like a bad man, but he is actually not."

"Why would you say that?" You ask him.

Gojo takes a sip from his drink, "Woah this thing slaps hard. You want some?"

"Nah, I'm fine." You tell him.

"Because each time I talk to you, his eyes are right here. Like right now." He smiles. "Now don't ruin the fun by looking, Mrs. Getou"

"Each time you think he doesn't care about you the way you do, you are wrong."

"Why would you tell that," you asked him.

"Otherwise how would you explain the way he looks at you now?" He tells.

You were out of words. All throughout this marriage contract with Suguru, you never felt that he considered any of your needs on his lists. But that doesn't mean he never considered them at all.

"Princess, he stares at you all the time you look away from him." Gojo waves his hands to whom you assume might be the center of this whole conversation. "And I would be a big liar if I tell you that stare doesn't mean jealousy when I am the one talking with you."

"Suguru has got a pretty messed up way of showing his attention and love." Satoru continues. "But one thing I can assure you is that he genuinely does see you as someone important in his life. He wouldn't have been in this marriage of two years if that wasn't the case."

"Hello, Mr. Getou!" Satoru stands up giving Suguru a pat on his shoulder. "I think this is my cue to leave you both alone. Enjoy the night you both." Satoru walks into the crowd, leaving an awkward silence between you and your husband.

Suguru sat beside you and pulled your seat closer to his. You were surprised. He was not the type to show any form of affection, not publicly at least. He then proceeded to hold your hand in his, playing with your fingers, your wedding ring in specific.

"Our life is not something we got to decide till now. But let us decide what happens next." He tells with a smile.

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dibidibifiction · 3 years

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Criminal In My Mind: Chapter 16

Pairing: Choi Minho x Reader Word count: 1.2k

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction made for personal entertainment of readers. The writer does not ever intend to offend her readers nor does she aim to spread false information about anyone as to pay any disrespect to the real-life persons whom the characters are based on. She also does not claim ownership to any of the images that are being used.

masterlist Chapter 15

MINHO

I watch Y/n walk away. She’s hurting because of me. I dig my nails to the roots of my hair as pain builds up even more in my heart, knowing that this may be the last time I’m seeing her. I miss her already but I have no choice but to get her away from me before anything harms her too, and I could never live with myself if that happened.

I’m not sure how long it is already but they still haven’t taken Mom out of the OR. A few doctors informed me that it's still going to be a while as they’re being careful of digging the bullets out, trying not to damage her organs and cause internal bleeding.

I, once again, pace back and forth and then take a seat on the steel bench, trying hard to calm down but of course, it’s no use.

How could I calm down when my mother is in there fighting for her life while I’m not beside her? I lean my head back to the wall, and I feel myself going down after a few seconds.

Now lying on my side, before I know it, I fall asleep.

I slowly awake when I feel a hand touch my shoulder.

“Minho, it’s time to wake up,” a familiar voice of a woman calls out.

“Y/n?” It’s Y/n. She came back. “Oh, thank God you’re back! I can’t do any of this without you.”

As the bliss of Y/n being back in my arms for a second, I feel a tap on my shoulder again.

“Excuse me, sir?”

I open my eyes.

“Sir, we just moved your mother into the ICU. Please follow me this way.”

I immediately get up and tail behind the nurse to the next four floors up. When I enter my mom’s room, there’s a doctor adjusting the bag of blood hanging on the IV pole. I walk in gradually, looking at my mom, having different cords attached to her body.

“You can worry less now, Minho. We managed to take out the bullets from her body successfully,” a man’s familiar voice welcomed me.

“Dr. L/n?” It’s Y/n’s father.

“Everything’s going to be okay.” He smiles at me reassuringly. “All we need to do right now is wait for your mother to wake up.”

I just nod at him once, almost bowing. I’m not capable of saying anything to him after what I have just said to his daughter and all of this shit that’s going on right now.

“Mom, the doctor says everything is going to be okay. You’re going to be okay. Thank goodness,” I talk to her, hoping she could hear the sound of my voice somehow.

. . .

It’s now been a week and I’ve almost already been living in the hospital. I leave for class, when I have to do my laundry, take showers and get more clothes.

My mom has been transferred into a private room since her wounds are slowly healing and she is no longer in need of the ICU, as Dr. L/n informed me. Her colleagues have been visiting back and forth, looking after me, and sometimes providing me something to eat. My former boss at my mom’s company has advised me to read to her in order to shorten the span of her unconsciousness. Jinki Hyung visited a couple of times as well. Some days, Taemin came over to check up on me and sometimes to work on our assigned projects for our class together.

. . .

Another week has passed and more of my mom’s concerned friends, who I hardly know, came to see how she’s doing. Jonghyun and Kibum also visited on two consecutive days and they helped me change my mom’s sheets and pillowcases. When I asked how their wedding planning was going, they just said they’ll resume it in a couple of weeks since both of them are busy these days. I tried to push myself to ask them how Y/n’s doing but I can’t seem to do it. I’m too ashamed of letting her go.

I followed my former boss’s advice to read to my mom. Since then, I read to her whatever is in the newspapers, which included something about her company and their competitors. I sometimes read to her the book of poems that she loves. However, I sometimes don’t feel like reading so I just tell her about what’s been going on with my photography projects.

“Look at it, Mom. Aren’t you proud of your son yet?” I say, smiling, while I show her one of the artworks I’ve done.

As I continue to lecture her more about my work, I, all of a sudden, hear a voice. “Yeah, yeah, I get it. When are you shutting up? It’s annoying,” she mumbles as her eyes are still closed from adjusting.

“Oh, my God, Mom!” I exclaim before running to open the door to call for assistance.

As Dr. L/n and two nurses come in to examine her, I stand back out of their way.

I still can’t believe this is happening. Thank goodness, Mom! I thought I lost you.

I sit on the couch at the edge of the room and I can’t help myself but tear up shakenly because of overwhelming relief as I watch my mom, who just got way better.

“I’m happy to tell you,” Dr. L/n turns to me, making me stand up too fast that I get a head rush. “Her body responds to the medication well and her wounds are healing faster than we expected.”

“When am I allowed to take her home?” I ask him, my voice cracking.

“In a couple of days, a week tops, just as her wounds are healed and strong enough to handle walking since one of them is on her legs,” he smiles at me.

“Thank you! Thank you so much, Dr. L/n,” I bow to him twice, my head almost touching the ground.

“I’ll be back later to check up on her again.”

I walk towards my mom and sit on the chair next to her bed. I gently grab her hand, being careful of the needle that’s injected into her. I’m still crying out of shock and relief.

She then touches my face and wipes the tears off my cheek as she also starts crying softly, yet her lips curve into a smile.

. . .

It is now nighttime and my mom falls asleep whilst I’m reading to her.

I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. An unknown number has sent me a photo message. Just as I open it, my eyes widen and my heart stops.

It’s a photo of Y/n unconscious with bruises on her face while tied up on a chair in a dark room.

Min Hyunjae. I ball my hands into fists as fury runs hot along my veins.

My phone vibrates again and Hyunjae texted me the address. He brought Y/n to the warehouse where it all began.

I dig through my gym bag full of clothes and search for my hooded track jacket. I put it on, zip it all the way up, wear a baseball cap, and slip on my sneakers. Then I head out the door.

I now see what he’s doing. He does shit to the people I love, we’ll then see if he could handle what I’m truly capable of.

Chapter 17

#SHINee FanFic #minho x reader #shinee x reader #SHINee fanfiction #ktm cimm c16

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two-white-butterflies · 6 months

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is it over now? | c16

Description: You reminisce about a relationship that was never meant to be. Charles moves on - but you stay there.

Pairing: charles leclerc/short!reader

(not really that short, more like 4'11 - 5'3)

yournamelovely: 1989 (Taylor's Version) is out now! I had so much fun being the only feature in the remastered album. Please listen to 'Is It Over Now?' 💙🦋 Thank you for this beautiful opportunity Tay!

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theraindrops4: I'm so proud of you 😭

taylorswift: 💙

nickdevries: Don't forget us when you're famous. - yournamelovely: Who are you again??

There were many different ways to get over a breakup; some of them included healing, traveling and finding yourself - but how could you get over Charles fucking Leclerc? He was everything that you wanted in a man - dimpled cheeks, monegasque accent, and a perfect family that you adored. He was everything you needed.

When he decided to call things off three months ago. You haven't been the same. "Congrats on your new song with Taylor! I listened to it and I can't believe you both kept it hidden for 6 years?" Selena chuckled while handing you one of Taylor's famous mocktails.

"It was supposed to be in my debut album - but it didn't make sense. Now, I think - it makes absolute sense." you chuckled, staring off to the side. Yep, Charles' new fling was a Slovakian model - who by all means, looked beautiful. Blonde hair and blue eyes, you couldn't find it in yourself to hate her. How could anyone hate an angel?

"Oh come on, we have to catch up soon. You still haven't told me about the thing with Charles." Blake's eyes narrowed, she leaned on the door-frame - eyes trailing back and forth between you and her kids that were running around the backyard. "What is there left to say? Our relationship was amazing - it ended and we're going in separate ways." you simplified, leaning on the chair.

Blake took a deep breath, finally settling down in between Selena and Ryan. "I always thought that you'd end up together," she admitted - although she sooner realized that it wasn't the proper thing to say. "Charles, ending up with someone? He's not the guy that dreams about marriage. Maybe in another life, I'll want something less." you looked in the deep horizon.

"Maybe it was for the better that things ended - you obviously didn't agree on big things. You deserve to be happier." Ryan butted in the conversation, sensing that you were in deep thought. "I guess," you agreed with a hum.

yournamelovely: quickie mart mwahaha

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yournamelover: WHAT IS THIS HUMOR? HAHAHA

charlos92: please get back with charles

destinyshanggggee: I WOULDN'T MARRY ME EIGHTER

olenna_markiz: Congratulations lovie! @Charles_Leclerc

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hollyshit2: YOU LOOK SO GOOD TOGETHER

bolld6: the look of pure love omg

charlesandy/nforever: real eyes realize that she was the one ...

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derivativeofx: The way that he threw it all away 😭

leftovers8: WE NEED AN EXPLAINATION

yournameleclerc: huhuhuhu

You thought that having the internet hate Charles' new girlfriend would make you feel better - but it honestly made you feel worst. The entire fucking world fucking hates her, thinks that she's better than you - but it wouldn't change the fact that he chose her. It wouldn't change the fact that you didn't blame her.

You would risk the world for Olenna Markiz too.

"There has been a flurry of hate in social media directed towards your past relationship and his new girlfriend. What do you have to say about that?" the interviewer cornered you. The grip on your hoodie tightened - you wanted to buy food, but the Paps found you. "This is about Charles and Olenna, right? I'll be blunt - our relationship did end on a sour note but it's not an excuse to be mean towards her."

"- at the end of the day, we're separately happy. Please stop making rumors about us or about her. Especially her - because umm she wasn't the reason for our breakup. Judging from the posts I see on social media, they're really in love. I wish nothing but the best for them." you smiled bitterly, walking away as your manager suddenly rushes to your side.

ynandcharlesuniverse: 1 year ago, (Your Name) wrote 'Timeless' for Charles Leclerc. I believe that we were supposed to find this, cuz even in a different life you still would've been mine.

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Charles_Leclerc: With the beautiful girl 💞

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romanempire3: beautiful pair omgg

carlandodestroyer: OLENNA MARKIZ IS LITERALLY MOMMY

obladioblada: does it ever drive you crazy, just how fast the night...

yournamelovely: World Tour EP ... featuring three songs: lacy, nonsense and vicious.

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nickdevries: LACY >>>

danielricciardo: LACY >>>

chickenpozes34: WE ARE FED

"Hey!" you waved at the girl beside you.

It was a charity gala - benefiting the orphans of Europe. To your surprise, you were seated beside Olenna Markiz. The girl's shadow seemed to haunt you all the way to Texas. "Hi, it's nice to finally meet you. I'm such a big fan," she gives you a firm handshake.

There was cautiousness in her posture - like she was trying to determine if you were nice or bad. "Likewise, I love your work with Bottega and Mugler." you named, oblivious to the cameras that were pointed in your direction. "Really? Not a lot of people recognize me, to them we're just girls wearing clothes." she chuckled.

"It's hard to be a woman in this economy, but I assure you - there are lots of people who know how to appreciate art." you complimented. It was your dream to be a model - ever since you were little, you were always fascinated with supermodels. Alas, God didn't grant you with the suitable height required. "I just hope that I meet them soon enough," she whispered to herself, before returning her attention to the man on the stage.

Olenna didn't know what to expect with her boyfriend's ex-girlfriend. A lot of people in reddit spoke about her bluntness, that she was unapologetically human - often lashing out in her childhood star years. There weren't a lot of posts to go along. His ex valued her privacy, rarely even attended any interviews.

To her surprise, she was pleasant company. Often making jokes that she understood and found hilarious. It was easy falling in love with (Your Name) (Last Name), what Olenna couldn't understand was how Charles fell out of love. "It was nice hanging out with you, maybe we could grab some coffee in the future?" she offered, a foot inside her luxury car. "Sure, I'll give your agent my number." Lena agreed.

Happy to have made a friend.

LET'S NOT PIT WOMEN AGAINST EACH OTHER

WILL FOREVER BE A GIRL'S GIRL

#charles leclerc x reader #c16 #charles leclerc imagines #formula one imagines #formula one fanfic

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leclercsfilm · 9 months

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but i'll know, i'll know

this is all fanfiction, all fake!!! no hate towards charlotte or alexandra (if that's her name idk). this is purely for fun and please don't be rude to me or insult me. thank you. <333 also, i checked grammar so i think it's fine? word count: 873 (i can't write more ig)

summary: because of your friendship with charles, his significant other wants you out of his life. (angst)

charles leclerc x female!reader

another bad race for ferrari. charles crushed into a wall and carlos got a penalty. you watch the race on your phone, hopping to see charles while he is exiting the car. it hurts not being there for him in times like this but you know he is in a good hands.

maybe you are blaming on your little 'something different' that you feel towards him, but you feel your eyes filling with tears. ever since his new relationship, you had mixed feelings on both of them. he started calling less, and every time you see each other, his girlfriend made sure that the meeting lasts only couple of minutes.

you are still in touch with arthur, your other friend you made while watching your brother go karting with charles. you were all pretty close until you weren't. that's how it is supposed to be.

charles new girlfriend saw you as a threat, and you understand her. insecure with you along side him (even if you only see each other on races or on a reunions), or media attention and their stupid tabloids.

since age 10, this is all you knew. it hurts you that you can't be part of this.

you had a slight crush on charles when you first met, but that feeling got lost somewhere until he broke up with the previous girlfriend.

he was a mess, and you were his comfort. not only you, but there was pierre, lando, arthur, carlos, isa, kika.... everybody was there for him.

he accidentally kissed you, and he apologized 330430 times for that. but that woke up something in you. since then you were always confused around him, trying not to blush or to be awkward enough for him to notice.

he did. he did notice. and when his girl said that he should stay away from you, he realized that it was probably for the best. he was also confused, but he had her by his side. he needs to be with her and devote his mind and soul to his girlfriend, not to wonder and question the situation with you. this was an easy way out.

you got up and started to look for something to eat. it was a mess of a day and you need to refresh yourself with something. distracting yourself.

while making food, you realize that the sun is not out anymore and that it is 8 p.m. you got your laptop and started to look up for netflix. just when you were trying to find where you left on 'friends' your phone started ringing.

without looking at it, you just picked it up.

'hallo?'

'y/n?'- a famous voice just started breathing into the phone

'charles? is everything alright?' - mutter while praying to God above that everything is fine

'yeah.... i just wanted to hear you for a bit...' - he sounded tired

'sure.. um, what now?' - confused as always, you said the first thing that came to your mind

'did you watched the race? it was pretty shit to be honest. im still shaking a little bit.'

'yes i watched it. sure it was a rough day for you'- you said while looking at the netflix which is infornt of you. you can't even calm yourself down.

'where is....she? is she with you? is there arthur or someone who can be with you?'

'no.... no really. im in bathroom. i had to escape somehow. arthur is waiting for me to get out. she was not even here. we had a fight last week.' - he sounded defeated. with his sigh, the silence got her way.

'im sorry to hear it charles. have you been drinking?' - you were worried about him, you think it never stopped.

'a little bit, yes. but im fine.'

'why are you calling me charles?' - you added

'i don't know why everytime im tipsy or drunk, i think of you. im sorry i couldn't defend you. i still think of our childhood, im sorry for throwing it away... i got scared, i got confused.. it was easier to run....'

charles cried, choking on his tears. your eyes watered as well, and you had to take a deep breath to hold back from crying out loud.

'you know... sometimes...no,no... almost always i have memories overwhelming me. it hurts so bad because you where always in every segment of my childhood, part of it. you were asking too much of me. i can't forget you...' - you cried out, while you wipe your tears.

'im sorry y/n. im so sorry. i don't know what i feel towards you. it not just friendship. i think we could be more. but we can't... and you know it. maybe this is just a process of healing... of forgetting.' - he tired to be collected. he really did. he needed to find a reason.

'well... it was nice to hear you charles. take care of yourself. don't be harsh to yourself..' - with that, you ended the call.

closing your laptop, you finally let emotions to control you. you finally let out frustrations and your tears. your memories with him no one can change or make disappear. you'll always know and remember him, but you'll never know what you two could be.

well, this was painful for me to read, im so sorry. i wish i was better. :( please, remember that english is not my first language and that i've created this account to fix my mistakes and my grammar. please do not insult me and make fun of me. love you <3

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x female reader #formula 1 #c16 #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc imagine

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ohtheseboysilove · 5 years

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#7 [Ben Hardy x F!Reader]

Words : 800 K +

C16 & C50 : “How many fingers am I holding up?” + “How drunk was I ?”

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When you came home from the bachelorette party from one of your closest friend, it was already early in the morning, wobbling legs and stupid giggles escaping from you. Signs of a long but definitively good party.

Opening the door had been a veritable obstacle, the lock moved every time you tried to insert the keys in it, making you humphed and cursed. You ended on your knees, a hand firmly on the door to control the spinning around you.

After a though battle, you finally were inside the warmth of you home. You almost tripped on the carpet before kicking your uncomfortable heels from your feet and slowly made your way toward your and Ben’s bedroom. The flat was dark and you had to keep your arms raising in front of you to avoid hiting a wall.

You pushed the door quietly and almost jumped when you felt a lick on your leg before remembering the third member of your little family : Frankie.

“Hello my princess” You cooed adoringly at the little dog. She patted your legs before rolling on her back, begging for some tummy rubbing well deserved. Like you could say no to her. You put a hand on the wall to keep your weak balance before crouching to her. But before you could reach her, you screamed from the top of your lungs, your hands quickly covering your right eye. “Fucking hell ! Shit, shit, shit !”

"Angel ? Are you okay ?” The light suddenly blinded you before a half-asleep and dishevelled Ben jumped out of the bed, only wearing his pyjama pants. "What happened ?”

He dropped on his knees next to you, gently moving your hand away to see your already concussed and swollen eye. A large bruise forming around.

“Fuck, it’s hurt” You cried as you kept the puffy eye closed, your lip roughly trapped between your teeth

“Angel, how did you do that ?” Asked Ben as he softly pushed away some locks from your face.

“I just wanted to rub Frankie’s belly” You sobbed slightly, half from the alcohol and the other half from the throbbing pain. "I didn’t see the door handle”

Ben was furiously biting the inside of his cheek, trying to contain a laugh but the glim of amusements in his gaze betrayed him. You weakly slapped his shoulder, pouting like a kid.

“I’m sorry Angel, I know it hurt but the story is really funny” He chuckled and pressed delicately his plump lips on your forehead. “Come on, let’s find something to put on your eye"

He stood up and gave you a hand but you winced dramatically, making grabby hands toward your boyfriend. The blond rolled his eyes but crouched at your level, sliding one of your hand around his neck and putting his own under your legs, carrying you bridal style. You were low-key needy when you were drunk.

“Here, put that on your eye, Angel” He put you on the kitchen counter and gave you a bag of frozen peas. "That’s what happen when you have too much drinks silly girl” He said affectionately, his warm hands rubbing your thigh.

“I know" You complained with a wince. “How drunk was I ? I’m not that dumb usually”

“I’m afraid you’re still a bit drunk Angel” The blond chuckled as you outrageous face.

“I’m all sober now, thank to the punch in the eye” You replied, your fingers keeping the bag pressed onto your face.

“Oh yeah ? How many fingers am I holding up Angel ?” He playfully shoved his hand in your face, arching a curious brow.

You tried to focus on his hand but everything was still spinning around you, your head and eye were pulsating painfully, it wasn’t fair.

“Ben, I’m half blind right now !” You wined as you pushed his hand away, earning a fake coughing from your boyfriend, something sounding like too much vodka. "I only drank wine tonight” You lied as you childishly stuck your tongue out.

“Really ? Prove it Angel, gimme a kiss” He puckered exaggeratedly his pretty mouth and you couldn’t resist too long. His tongue rapidly slid in your mouth as he hummed playfully, a smile widening through the kiss. "Vodka and apple juice, you naughty girl”

You put back the frozen bag on your eyes and gave Ben your best puppy eyes, well in this case, best puppy eye.

“Can you carry me to bed please? ‘m too tired too move”

"You’re lucky you’re cute Angel” He sighed with a chuckle and you smiled victoriously, hooking your arms around his neck and wrapping your wobbling legs on his waist, a light kiss dropped on his bare chest. “Let put you to sleep before you end with more damage on your pretty body”

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Sign of the Times

Read “Ever Since New York” first

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Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: Jughead and (Y/N)’s last moments together in the airport.

Warnings: A N G S T

Word count: 2,143

A/N: not gonna lie, I totally cried while writing this. Enjoy!

Just stop your crying It’s a sign of the times Welcome to the final show Hope you’re wearing your best clothes

Jughead awoke with his limbs entangled with (Y/N)’s, and for a moment he forgot everything except for the fact that she loved him.

She fucking loved him.

And then he remembered. He remembered why he had built the courage to tell her his true feelings, and he remembered what today was. He barely noticed (Y/N) shifting in their bed until she turned around to face him.

“Morning,” she groggily yawned, a small smile gracing her face.

Jughead sadly smiled as he brushed a small piece of hair out of her face. “Hey you,” he whispered. He scanned every inch of her face, trying to memorize how delicate she looked in the morning. This wasn’t the first time he had seen her as soon as she woke up, but it was the first time he saw her like this. It was the first time he saw her with the knowledge that she loved him as much as he loved her.

“When’s your flight?” (Y/N) inquired, interrupting Jughead’s thoughts.

“It leaves at two,” he sighed, pulling her back into his chest.

“Jug, mine’s at noon,” she muttered into his chest. They both glanced at the clock sitting on the nightstand, the numbers reading 8:56.

“We should probably get ready then,” Jughead said sadly, beginning to unwrap himself from (Y/N). She sat and watched as he stood up and ripped off his shirt.

“Is this my going away present?” she laughed with a smirk.

Jughead rolled his eyes as he threw his balled up t-shirt at her. “No, silly, I’m taking a shower.”

“You want me to join?” she asked, sitting up and winking.

“Maybe next time,” Jughead waved off her suggestion with a smile.

(Y/N)’s smirk suddenly faded. “If there is a next time.”

Jughead sighed and frowned, shaking his head. “Always the optimist, (Y/N),” he mused. “Listen, I’m hopping in the shower. If you want to join me, be my guest.” He grabbed a fresh set of clothes and trekked into the shower, leaving an undecided (Y/N) behind.

She ultimately chose to let Jughead shower on his own, choosing to sit on the bed and mope. A few minutes later, the shower turned off, and Jughead, wrapped only in a towel, stepped out of the bathroom.

“You didn’t join me?” he asked with a laugh, attempting to lighten the mood. “It was your idea. Whatever, your loss.”

(Y/N) smiled bitterly. “I didn’t join you,” she replied, “in hopes that there will be a next time.”

You can’t bribe the door on your way to the sky You look pretty good down here But you ain’t really good

Packing was a struggle. Every time (Y/N) would fold and place an article of clothing in her suitcase, Jughead would immediately toss it out.

“Jug,” she whined, folding the same shirt for the third time, “please, for the love of God, stop.”

“But I don’t want you to leave,” he moaned as he approached her. When he stood right behind her, he wrapped his arms around her.

“I don’t want to leave either,” she whispered, leaning her head against his chest, “but I’ve gotta. And you’ve gotta go too, so you should start packing.” She tore herself out of Jughead’s grip and continued to put away her clothes. “Come on, Jug.”

“If we don’t pack, we have an excuse for not coming home,” Jughead offered, stubbornly crossing his arms.

(Y/N) shook her head. “You and I both know it’s not that simple.”

We never learn, we’ve been here before Why are we always stuck and running from The bullets, the bullets? We never learn, we’ve been here before Why are we always stuck and running from Your bullets, the bullets?

“I called a cab,” (Y/N) notified Jughead. “It’ll be here in fifteen minutes.”

Jughead, who was laying on the bed, sighed. “I don’t want to go,” he whined.

(Y/N) pouted as she crawled into bed next to him. “I know, Jug,” she replied, “but we have to.”

“We don’t have to,” he countered. “We could just stay here forever.”

“Jughead,” she stopped his planning, “you know we can’t. The internship stops paying for our rooms today, and I’m sure you’re almost out of money to spend.”

Jughead sighed and pouted, knowing that she was right.

Just stop your crying It’s a sign of the times We gotta get away from here We gotta get away from here Just stop your crying It’ll be alright They told me that the end is near We gotta get away from here

“Cab’s here.” (Y/N) looked up from her phone at Jughead, who was still moping on the bed. “Come on, Jug, grab your suitcases. It’s time to go.”

Jughead reluctantly stood up and begrudgingly grabbed his suitcase, rolling it behind him as they exited Jughead’s hotel room. The room where they had their first late-night talk. There room where they first spent the night together. The room where he began to realize that he loved her. The room where he told her he loved her. The room where she told him she loved him. The room where they kissed.

The room where it all went to shit.

“Jughead,” (Y/N) interrupted his thoughts. “Why are you still standing here? The cab’s waiting.”

“This room…” Jughead trailed off, not knowing where to start. There were too many memories in there to abandon.

(Y/N) sighed and grabbed Jughead’s hand, softly tugging him towards the elevator. “I know, Jug,” she responded. “I know.”

Just stop your crying Have the time of your life Breaking through the atmosphere And things are pretty good from here Remember, everything will be alright We can meet again somewhere Somewhere far away from here

The cab ride was completely silent; neither Jughead nor (Y/N) could find any words to comfort each other. They were both stuck in their own whirlwind of memories.

The driver occasionally attempted to make conversation. He would comment on the weather, or a restaurant that they passed by, or the architecture of buildings. Each time, he was met with a stiff nod and maybe an “uh-huh.” Eventually, he realized that these two teenagers would not respond to him, so the rest of the cab ride was dead silent.

Finally, they arrived at the airport. With a softly spoken thank you, (Y/N) and Jughead paid the driver and exited the cab and entered the airport.

“We’ve gotta say something eventually,” (Y/N) finally spoke up after they checked their luggage and got their boarding passes. “I mean, unless you want to leave each other without saying anything.”

“Of course I don’t want to do that,” Jughead immediately replied, “I just… I don’t know what to say.”

“Say what’s on your mind.”

“Us,” he told her. “This, whatever this is, between us. It’s all here in New York, and once we leave, it-”

“Do you want to break up?” she asked before Jughead could finish.

He frantically shook his head. “No, of course not. But we have so many memories in this city, and now it feels like we’re just abandoning it.”

“But Jug, you know we can’t stay.”

“I know,” he sighed. “I know, you’ve said it a million times. I’m just reflecting, okay? That’s why I’ve been quiet.”

“I understand,” (Y/N) whispered. She subtly laced her fingers with his. “I’ve been remembering, too.”

Just stop your crying It’s a sign of the times We gotta get away from here We gotta get away from here Stop your crying Baby, it’ll be alright They told me that the end is near We gotta get away from here

They lapsed back into silence as they approached security. In sullen quietness they removed their shoes and placed all their carry-ons into the plastic bins, sending them onto the conveyor belt.

“What’s your gate?” (Y/N) asked as they slipped their shoes back on.

Jughead glanced at his boarding pass. “D26,” he answered. “What about you?”

(Y/N) dug her pass out of her pocket. “C16.”

“And you’re boarding in what? Fifteen minutes?”

“Twenty,” she corrected him, holding his hand as they headed towards her gate.

“Twenty minutes,” Jughead muttered under his breath. “We only have twenty minutes left together. Maybe forever.”

“Always the optimist, Jughead,” (Y/N) playfully rolled her eyes. “Can you stop counting down the minutes and, I don’t know, enjoy the last moments we have together?”

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” he apologized. “We should savor the last of our time together.”

“This is my gate,” (Y/N) pointed at the sign that read C16. She and Jughead stopped walking, and (Y/N) hesitantly glanced at the other passengers waiting to board.

Jughead opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, he was cut off by the overhead speaker.

“We will begin boarding in five minutes. Please prepare your boarding passes,” the lady announced, causing Jughead to groan.

“So this is basically it,” he said, grabbing both of (Y/N)’s hands. “And don’t reprimand me on not enjoying our last minutes together, because I can’t knowing that you are about to let go of my hands and board that plane and leave me forever.”

“I’m not leaving you forever, Jug,” (Y/N) protested. “I don’t know when I’ll see you again, but that doesn’t mean we’ll never see each other.”

“(Y/N), you know I’m a pessimistic person,” he told her. “An unknown time means never.”

“Do you want to break up, Jughead?” she demanded.

Jughead’s eyes widened. “What?”

“Do you want to break up?”

We don’t talk enough We should open up Before it’s all too much Will we ever learn? We’ve been here before It’s just what we know

“I told you, I don’t,” Jughead reminded her. He glanced over her shoulder as passengers began to form a line to begin boarding.

“Well maybe it’d be easier,” she responded in a strained voice. “Then it wouldn’t hurt as much.”

“It’d hurt more!”

“It would hurt more now, sure,” she said, “but then after you get over it, it wouldn’t hurt anymore. I would just be your summer fling.”

“I don’t-” Jughead paused, trying to calm himself, “I don’t want you to just be a summer fling.”

“You just said you don’t know when we’ll see each other again,” she practically cried. “You just told me that to you, an unknown time means never. If we’ll never see each other again, then this,” she gestured between herself and him, “is a summer fling.”

“(Y/N),” Jughead squeezed her hands, and she realized that she had forgotten that he was still holding them, “you are not a summer fling. You are so much more than that to me. Okay? I do not want you boarding that plane thinking that all you were was just something out of a shitty rom-com. You are so much more.”

(Y/N) nodded with tears clouding her eyes.

Stop your crying, baby a sign of the times We gotta get away We got to get away We got to get away We got to get away We got to get away We got to—we got to—away We got to—we got to—away We got to—we got to—away

“This is a last minute call for gate C16,” the lady on the overhead speaker announced. “Last call for passengers to board this flight.”

(Y/N) frantically turned to Jughead. “Jughead, I-”

“You’ve gotta go, (Y/N),” he said, releasing her hands.

She glanced between the gate and Jughead. She slowly walked towards the gate. Right as she was handing her boarding pass to the lady at the desk, Jughead saw her pause and mouth something to the lady. The lady nodded, and (Y/N) ran towards Jughead. She wrapped her arms around his neck and crashed her lips against his. He immediately responded and placed his hands on her waist.

“Go,” he removed his hands from her.

She bit her lip as she scanned his face, trying to memorize every feature.

“I love you,” she stated with a quivering lip, grabbing his hand. She wiped away the single tear that spilt out of her eye.

“I love you too,” he whispered. (Y/N) released Jughead’s hand, and he could feel her fingers, one by one, slipping out of his grasp.

And just like that, he was one ghost, standing alone in the bustling airport.

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