#don't get me wrong though i loved the trip and seeing my friend and meeting cool people

[natailiatulls07]

Pen Pals

Oscar Piastri x Female!Reader

Summary - Strangers to pen pals to lovers

Warning - Cuteness overload!

Reader works in redbull as a media girl

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Hi there,

I'm Y/n and I'm excited to write you! I've had a few pen pals in the past but none have really worked out.

But I digress, maybe we should start by introducing each other with a few fun facts; I love formula one! I am and will always be a cat person, having two cats of my own and my favourite past time would have to be finding and trying new recipes which either works or becomes a disaster, there's no inbetween!

I look forward to hearing about you and hopefully we'll get on well with eachother!

Yours truly,

Y/n

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Dear Y/n,

It's lovely to meet you! This is my first time so go easy on me! I loved reading your letter and found it quite ironic as I am also a big fan of formula one.

A few facts about me is that my favourite film is 'ten things I hate about you' even though my friends always tease me for it. My favourite formula one driver would have to Oscar Piastri, next best rookie since Hamilton in my opinion.

Who's your favourite driver? And which team do you support??

Yours truly,

Oscar

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Dear Oscar,

What a coincidence! I would definitely agree that Oscar Piastri is a great driver, espercially after winning a sprint in his rookie year! But however, I am a Max Verstappen girl through and through so that also means I'm a redbull supporter as well. But I have respect for each and every other driver and team!

I don't see how your friends can tease you about your favourite film, it is a iconic late 90s film with a stunning cast! See picking a favourite film for me is hard! There's too many to pick from like paddington or pretty woman or even oceans eight!

So what gotten you into starting to write pen pal letters??

Yours truly,

Y/n

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Hi Y/n,

Yeah with my job I find that alot of the people I talk to are very fake and greedy. I felt as those if I just starting writing letters to someone I could keep an anonymous identity. I hope you'll respect that, I'm sure you will!

Don't get me wrong I love my job, it's something I worked my whole life for. But it feels some what suffocating sometimes.

What about you? You said that you've had pen pals in the past but none have really worked out. I can't see why though, you seem lovely and have a great taste in sport!

Yours truly,

Oscar

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Dear Oscar,

Understandable. I promise to remain respectful and I won't pry. I think a pen pal is the perfect way to step away from our lifestyles, it gives us someone that won't judge and you can realise to them.

I started writing to pen pal when I started college. I moved away from all my friends and had a rocky break up with my boyfriend at the time.

So from then I tried to find the best pen pal. But believe it or not, not many people start a pen pal to talk to others and hear others but to just talk about themselves.

A pen pal relationship should be equal and not one sided so often those relationship will have lasted just under two months. But lets not dwell on the past.

Wait important question now! What is your zodiac sign?? It tells you alot about a person.

Yours truly,

Y/n

Time skip a few months -

Hi Y/n!

Just read your last letter, loved your descriptive story about your now sister in laws hen party! I need to see those drunk photos immadiately.

My summer break just started, I have a lot of down time and not a lot to do. Please do you have any suggestions!? I have a feeling that I'm going to spend my summer moving between the gym, my apartment and my local store.

How did the date with that guy go? Was the trip to the jungle mini golf really worth it? I remember I went on a date once, we went to a nice restaurant and by the end of the night she was black out drunk. WORST DATE EVER!!

Yours truly,

Oscar

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Dear Oscar,

I would give you suggestions on what to do this summer. However just like you, my sofa becomes me seconds home after my bed. Well actually every summer me and my bestfriend deciated a day to binge watching all the Harry Potters! We go all out, getting themed snacks and making a fort out of blankets.

Oh my god! The date was horrible! All he did was talk about his family riches and how 'successful' he is. And to add salt to the wound the place was filled with whiny children. NEVER AGAIN!

Also I've add the photos from the hen party to the envelope, non of them have my face in it but you can see that the bride is enjoying herself.

Yours truly,

Y/n <3

Photos in the envelope -

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Hey Y/n,

Looks like the hen party looks as exciting as it sounded! Send my crograts to the bride and groom please.

I'm sorry your date went like that, I hate rich snobs who just glot and I work around them a lot lol! A girl like yourself doesn't deserve to be treated like that, you deserve fancy restaurents and meaningful date. I know I would give you the world.

Harry Potter marathon?? Mmm doesn't sound like a bad idea, I might rope my friend into then, he's british so he'll feel right at home!

Anyways I've been thinking...over these last few months I've grown to trust and adore our little letters back and forth. And I was wondering if you wanted to exchange numbers or something, idk.

I'm actually in Barcelona next week for work, but we can arrange something if you wanted. I just feel like I'd want to put a face to a name and exciting personality!

Yours truly,

Oscar

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Hi Oscar,

The world huh? Thats a bold statement...

Wait that ironic! I'm also in Barcelona next week, we could meet somewhere. I can't really do Thursday through to Sunday, that's when my work really starts.

But yeah we can meet at some coffee shop or something, I seen some nice recommendations on tiktok recently.

I'm actually really excited for this! I've never had a pen pal that actually worked out, let alone wanted to meet me, so I feel lucky! Yeah these letters have been fun to write, it's like I've learnt so much from you. Thank you so much!

OMG did you watch the last f1 race in Montreal?! Oscar Piastri, Max Verstappen and Daniel Ricciardo podium! I'm sooo proud Piastri, he is slowly but surely moving up and competing with Verstappen for my fav driver! There I said it!

Yours truly,

Y/n <3

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Dear Y/n,

Is Piastri growing on you Y/n?? Ooo that's exciting! But you wouldn't want to disappoint the current world champ, his no 1 fan is going to the dark side!

I would definitely give you the world! In a heart beat actually, you've single handedly made me feel normal and human again and I am forever thankful for that!

So you're working Thursday through Sunday...the exact days that formula one is active in the same city. I feel bad for you honestly, I'm sorry...

How about we meet up on the Wednesday? Should we meet at the three marks coffee?? I've heard great things about their coffee!

Meet me there at 1pm! I actually can't wait! See you then!

Yours truly,

Oscar <3

Outside the cafe -

Stood just outside the cafe, Y/n fiddled with her bag. She didn't know why she was so nervous, she would trust her pen pal Oscar with her deepest darkest secret if needs be.

Busy was an understatement. And Y/n knew fully well why, it was the reason why she was here this week. Formula one. Being one the media girls at redbull meant that she had to attend every race, not that she was complaining.

Just down the street was Oscar, walking head held high and a large grin on his face. He was beyond excited to meet the mysterious Y/n.

When they both began sending letters to each other, they agreed that neither would pry for surnames, addresses and other personal details.

The one thing they decided to do today was dress in all white, making it easy for each of them to pin point each other.

Oscar approached the cafe, his eyes scanning the area for a women dressed in all white. Until he spotted her, it was love at first sight!

He was obsessed with how she stylied her hair, and what she decided to dress like considering the white rule. "Y/n!" Calling out her name, as he made a quick walk towards her.

Y/n could hear her name being called and when she turned she came face to face with the one and only Oscar Piastri smiling down at her. A gasp broke through her lips, surprised that he was her pen pal.

"You're my pen pal?" She asked in disbelief. The Australian driver nodding his head excitedly. "You let me hype you up about your driving and didn't tell me?"

They both broke out into laughter. "Yep! And I loved it!" Oscars face held a cheeky grin, that Y/n instantly fell in love with.

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After settling down in a small secluded table just outside the cafe, Y/n turned to Oscar. Her face now holding a cheeky grin. "Is now the best time to tell you that I work at Redbull as a media girl?"

Now it was Oscars turned to look shocked, shaking his head in disbelief.

"So you're telling me we've been right under eachothers noses the whole time!?" Neither expected that they were in reality quite close to each other whilst they were sending letters back and forth.

"What are the chances? Right?"

"Fancy leaving Redbull and join me in Papaya? maybe then Oscar Piastri will be your favourite driver..."

"Oscar!"

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[violentdelightsandviolentends]

Someone Borrowed, Someone Blue.

an engagement party, your childhood best friend, one too many glasses of champagne. what could go wrong?

pairing - childhood bestfriend!steve harrington x female reader

warnings - smut. cursing. cheating. alcohol mention. so much angst… i’d apologise but i’m not sorry.

word count - 3.7k

author’s note - get it? like, something borrowed, something blue… because it’s a wedding… I was half asleep when that popped into my head and I thought it was perfect, personally. I don’t condone cheating irl, but also… it’s your life, do what you want ;)

as always, reblogs are the only way to circulate my fics!! so, if you enjoyed, please consider reblogging. thanks, angels <3

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The moonlight shines down, glinting off the diamond ring settled on your left hand.

Everyone's dancing, singing, laughing, enjoying each other's company in a rare moment of complete happiness. People keep grabbing you, hugging you, reaching for you to offer their congratulations.

Isn't it just so wonderful? Two people completely in love. Ah, to be young again.

The fairy lights twinkle where they're hung across the garden, acres of grass just begging to be decorated. You'd initially protested this venue - a huge country house in the middle of nowhere, with countless rooms and a huge courtyard.

It's just our engagement party, not our wedding. We don't have to be so extravagant.

This isn't extravagant - not for my family, anyway. Just say yes. I'll plan the entire thing, you don't have to worry.

And so you did. Say yes. To his proposal, the venue, anything he suggests. You can't find it in you to say no, to argue, to fight for what you really want. It isn't worth it.

"There you are, my soon to be wife!"

You take a deep breath, pretending the sound of his voice doesn't make you feel sick.

"My soon to be husband."

He can't see the grimace on your face, even though it's there, loud and clear. He can't read you, has never been able to.

"A car has just pulled up. You expecting anyone else?"

You are, but you won't let yourself get your hopes up. So you lie.

"Don't think so."

"Okay, well... you'll save me a dance, won't you? My mom wants to take some pictures."

You nod reluctantly, patting his arm with as much affection as you can muster.

"I think your brother is calling you."

You direct his attention to where his frat boy siblings are, hollering and yelling for him to come over.

"My guys!"

He departs as quickly as he came, leaving a wave of too strong cologne in his wake.

You take a walk from the garden to the front of the house, curiosity peaked. You scan the parking lot, and your heart stops when you spot the car in the corner.

A burgundy 1983 BMW 733i.

He's here.

You spin on your heel, searching almost frantically, when you hear someone clear their throat. You turn around, and there he is.

Leaning against a pillar, stood in a dress shirt and tailored trousers, hair perfectly styled.

Steve Harrington.

You're half convinced you're dreaming. The world moves around you in a daze, crickets chirping and wind blowing gently. You lock eyes with him, and can't fight the grin that spreads across your face.

“Don’t fret, baby. The life of the party has arrived.”

You scoff but almost run towards him, tripping over in your heels. He meets you halfway, arms snaking around your waist to keep you steady as you wrap yourself around him.

He smells the same. Cologne, spearmint, a faint note of diesel from the car. He smells like home.

Past home, you remind yourself. Not anymore. You have a new home now, with a soon to be husband that doesn’t understand you and a soon to be family that is built on morally questionable money and fake niceties. Steve’s a person of your past, a distant memory, a fading dream.

Except he’s stood right in front of you.

He's staring at you with a look in his eyes you can’t quite place. You’ve never seen it before.

"I didn't think you'd come," you whisper, begging yourself to pull away from his embrace. He doesn't let you go far, keeping his arms around your back as if he's worried you'll bolt at any given moment.

"And miss my best friends engagement party? Never."

"Best friends. We're not five anymore, Steve."

You roll your eyes, punching his arm lightly.

"What, I can't call you my best friend anymore?"

He picks you up, spinning you across the gravel of the parking lot. You're dizzy with it, the world passing by you in streaks of shapes and colours.

"Steve!"

"What?" he laughs. "You don't like this, best friend? What's the problem, best friend? Are you dizzy, best friend?"

"Put me down!"

Steve throws you over his shoulder as you both spin, strong hands preventing you from falling.

"Put me down, Steve, please - okay, okay! You're my best friend! Call me best friend all you want, please!"

Steve's crying with laughter, out of breath and rosy cheeked. He places you back on the ground, smoothing your hair down with rough palms.

You inhale carefully, grabbing onto his biceps as an anchor as you gauge your bearings. You look up at him, and lose your breath all over again.

Chest heaving, tongue darting over his bottom lip, hair mussed but still perfectly styled. He looks a picture, an ancient painting, a statue carved from the finest marble.

"I never want you to stop calling me your best friend," you whisper, so quietly that the breeze takes it.

"Then I won't."

Your hand slips down Steve's arm and into his, fingers linking gently.

"I missed you."

"I missed you so much, Birdy. You have no idea."

The childhood nickname shoots a lightning bolt through your heart, shiver running up your back involuntarily.

The two of you would sit and watch cartoons for hours on the floor of Steve's living room, pressing your little heads together to see the TV better. He'd joke that you sounded like Tweety Bird, all sweet and lispy. The nickname was born that day, and stuck ever since.

"How was California?"

"So good. I'll tell you all about it later. How's your engagement party?"

"It's good."

You try to sound convincing but your voice cracks, giving you away instantly. Busted.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. There's a few people you know back there - from school, the neighbourhood, family. They'll all wanna see you."

"I'll socialise later. Wanna talk to you first."

The intensity in his voice makes you nervous. You realise you're still holding his hand, so you drop it, crossing your arms over your chest.

"You didn't RSVP."

"Didn't get your invite. Travelling."

"I called your mom. She said she'd tell you."

"She didn't."

"She told me she did."

The crickets continue to chirp, gentle breeze blowing your hair into your face. You look at Steve pointedly, unwilling to be the first to break.

"What are you doing here, Steve?"

"It's your engagement party."

"So you've said."

"I haven't seen you in months."

"I tried to call, but you stopped answering."

"Birdy-"

"I'm just saying, Steve. We haven't spoken in months, I feel like you've been point blank ignoring me, I've had to come to terms with the fact that you probably wouldn't be at this party or the wedding and then all of a sudden you just show up? Unannounced?"

"I know how this looks."

"Do you?"

You're not entirely sure where all of this anger has come from, but you can't seem to tamp it down. It's bubbling, simmering, threatening to spill over the surface dramatically any second.

"I wasn't sure I could do this. Any of it."

"Do what?"

"Stand by and watch you make a mistake."

You scoff, laughing at him in disbelief. He's never been one to sugarcoat things, and usually, it's one of your favourite things about him. But not today.

"Don't you fucking dare, Steve."

"Birdy, be real. The guy is a prick. And you want to marry him? You're a smart girl, the smartest person I know. You've got to see that none of this makes any sense."

"So you showed up here to yell at me? Criticise my life choices? Thanks, Steve. Thanks a million. Some best friend, huh?"

"I've done nothing but support you."

"You ran away! Across the country! How is that support?"

"Fine, maybe I can't support straight up stupidity!"

"Am I smart or am I stupid? Which one is it?"

Steve sighs, running his fingers through his hair as he watches you pace the gravel in front of him. You're vibrating with fury now. It's something he's seen before. Something he knows how to navigate better than anyone. He knows you. He knows you need an outlet here.

He also knows that you're never more hyperaware than when you're mad. So, he takes his opportunity.

"I came here to tell you not to marry him."

You stop dead in your tracks, shaking your head in denial.

"...Why, Steve? Why would you say that?"

"You know why."

"No."

You take a deep breath and will yourself not to cry. In the garden, you can hear people laughing, singing along to some 70s pop song you've never liked. You pray silently that no one comes looking for you.

You take a step closer to Steve, standing up straight.

"Say it."

He looks at you incredulously, shocked by your sudden defiance.

"Say it, Steve. If you came all this way to say it, then fucking say it."

Steve steps into you, closing down the space. You don't move, determined not to back down.

"You're going to hate me if I say it, Birdy."

"I don't give a fuck anymore. Say. It."

Steve runs his tongue over his bottom lip, never once breaking eye contact with you. The silence seems to stretch on infinitely, thick and blanketing like fresh snow falling.

"I'm in love with you."

You feel like you've been punched in the gut. You take a deep breath and try to stay on two feet, wobbling where you stand. Finally, you find your voice.

"Fuck you, Steve Harrington. Fuck. You."

He laughs, but there's no humour in it.

"Yeah."

"How dare you? How dare you come to my engagement party and start confessing your feelings? You could have told me anytime, but you chose today?"

He goes to interrupt but you hold a finger up, effectively shutting him up.

"How long, huh? How long have you been in love with me?"

Steve's trembling, chest stuttering with the force of his confession.

"For as long as I can remember."

You haven't looked away from him once. You're frozen in place, suspended in the moment.

"No you haven't."

"You're gonna tell me how I feel now, Birdy?"

"Yeah, Steve, I am. Because I don't believe you. You're King Steve, ladies man, notorious player. You were never seen with the same girl twice in high school. Don't you remember? Sneaking into my room at night, whispering under my blankets about your latest hookup, telling me all the dirty details?"

"I remember," he whispers, voice laced with something like sadness. "Of course I remember."

"You don't get to tell me this now. It's not fair, Steve."

"Why not, huh?"

"Because I've always been in love with you! Always."

Steve stumbles backwards, dizzy and disorientated.

"No you haven't."

"You're gonna tell me how I feel now?" you laugh in disbelief. "I've always been in love with you. Everyone knows it. My parents, your parents, all of our friends... I think the goddamn mailman knew, Steve!"

"I didn't."

"Blissful ignorance," you chuckle humourlessly.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I knew it wouldn't change anything."

Steve's eyes go wide as he keels over, as if the wind has been knocked out of him.

"Wouldn't change anything? Birdy, it... I-I can assure you it... It would have changed everything."

You both look at each other, breathless and riddled with confusion. There's something flowing through your veins, something unintelligible, something unrecognisable.

"Why would you do this today?" you choke out, sobs threatening to break free. "Of all the days, Steve."

"Because I'm going insane!" he yells, voice raising. "I can't sleep, I can't eat, I can't function knowing that you're going to marry a man you don't love. It's ruining my life, Birdy!"

"You don't think it's ruining mine? Huh?"

You take a breath, very aware that if you shout anymore, multiple people are going to come running from the garden.

"This is selfish, Steve. And you're not selfish."

He looks down at you, bottom lip wobbling.

"I am when it comes to you. Always have been."

"You're breaking my fucking heart, baby."

You choke out the words before bursting into tears, sobs wracking your frame. Steve grabs your hand and guides you to the stone steps, sitting you down next to him. Against better judgment, he slings an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close.

He smells so familiar, so comforting, that it only makes you cry harder. You bury your face in his chest, fingers tangled into his dress shirt, holding on for dear life.

"I'm sorry," he's mumbling. "I'm so fucking sorry. I had to. I really had to."

"I know," you're muttering back. "I know you did. I know."

You lift your head to look at him only to find he's crying too, years of emotion dripping down his face. You wipe his tears with your thumbs, your heart shattering at the sight in front of you.

Steve's only made you cry once before. In ninth grade, you'd stupidly assumed that the two of you would go to the prom together. Steve had made a joking comment about always being your date, and you hadn't questioned it. Then, one Friday night, he'd snuck into your room to tell you excitedly that he'd asked Lizzy Buchanan to the dance, and she'd said yes. You'd burst into tears immediately, much to your teenage embarrassment, willing yourself to play your cards closer to your chest. Steve had crumbled instantly, crying because you were.

That's how it's always been. He cries, you cry. You cry, he cries. He's just not usually the cause of the tears.

"I'm sorry, Birdy," he chokes. "This was the only way."

"I know," you soothe, rubbing circles into his wet cheeks with your fingers. "I know. You're not the villain here, Steve. You never were."

His eyes are trained to yours, silent communication passing back and forth. The two of you have always had the ability to practically read each other's minds.

You're not sure who moves first - perhaps it's the universe, pulling you together by the strings woven into your chests - but suddenly your lips are melded together, moving as if it's the easiest thing in the world. Steve's clinging to you as if you're his life source, a man in the desert without water.

You tangle your fingers into his hair to tug him impossibly closer, eyes fluttering when he groans, deep and visceral. He spreads his legs and pulls you between them, both of you slotting together like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. Your tears are dancing onto each other's cheeks, mixing like rain water and gasoline.

Suddenly, you yank yourself from his grip, standing up and smoothing down your silky dress. Steve prepares himself for the yelling, the screaming, a slap that he most definitely deserves.

Instead, he's met with you, chest heaving, skin warm, eyes heavy. You're looking at him expectantly.

"Come with me," you croak, voice hoarse and untrustworthy.

You grab his hand and slink through the front door, up the grand staircase and into a room with a heavy oak door. He follows you obediently, confused but completely trusting.

It's your hotel room. A marriage suite. A spacious, windowed room, with makeup scattered across the vanity and suitcases half unpacked on the floor. The bed is still made, which makes Steve breathe a sigh of relief. He hasn't had you here. The room isn't marred.

The minute you shut the door you're back on Steve, shoving him up against the hard wood. He grabs handfuls of your ass and spins you around, backing you into the cold surface behind you for stability. He lifts you easily, wrapping your legs around his waist as he kisses you again.

Steve trails his lips down your neck as you rock your hips, desperate to find some friction. You whine gently, fingers tugging at his hair a little rougher than intended to get your message across.

"What do you need, honey?" he murmurs, afraid to disrupt the atmosphere.

"You."

Steve throws his head back as he groans, exposing his throat to you. You waste no time in nipping up the expanse of it, sinking your teeth in with no regard for the consequences. You're too far gone now, not worried about looking back.

Walking backwards, Steve tosses you onto the bed, chuckling when you almost bounce off of it. He unbuttons and strips his shirt, pulling his belt from the loops as he goes. You can only lie there and watch, wondering when your best friend became less of a boy and more of a man. He's all corded muscle and tanned skin, freckled and perfect.

Steve crawls between your legs, kissing you tenderly.

"Wanna take my time with you," he murmurs between kisses. "Can't right now. Will, though. Promise."

You feel as if there's electricity crackling across your skin, pulsing and alive. It's never felt like this with anyone. It never will again.

"Promise?"

You can't help the slight insecurity that colours your voice, young and unsure.

"I promise, Birdy. Cross my heart."

He takes your hand in his and places it over his chest, as if to solidify his point.

You nod and kiss him again, desperate to have every inch of his skin on yours.

Steve shimmies your underwear down your legs, tossing them behind him somewhere. Shucking his trousers off, he pushes your dress up and around your waist, groaning when he gets a good look at you.

"Prettiest girl in the world. He doesn't deserve you. Never did."

"And you do?"

"I'll spend every day for the rest of time proving that I do."

With that he's pushing into you, sliding home with one smooth thrust. Both of you gasp, grabbing onto the other person to use them as an anchor.

"Please, Steve," you're whispering. "Give me everything. I want it all."

"You've got no idea how long I've been waiting for this."

"I do," you laugh, "I do. Because I've been waiting just as long."

Steve chuckles and leans down to kiss you, slipping his tongue into your mouth to memorise the way you taste. There's remnants of champagne on your lips, along with the minty lip gloss you've loved for as long as he can remember.

He wastes no time setting a steady rhythm, thrusts deep and measured. You rake your nails down his back, clawing at this skin, praying silently that you leave your mark. Little do you know, you staked your claim on him a long, long time ago.

"S'good, Stevie," you whine. "Fuck, so good."

"Does he make you come? Does he even try?"

You shake your head frantically, closing your eyes when Steve laughs dryly.

"Didn't think so. He can't make you feel the way I can, baby. He'll never be able to."

His words are only pushing you closer and closer to the edge, red hot heat building at the pit of your stomach. Steve places one hand at the base of your throat, the heavy weight of it causing your eyes to roll back.

Your sweat slicked skin is plastered to his, every inch of you pressed together. Steve leans down to rest his forehead against yours, panting into each other's mouths.

"I love you," he breathes, hips getting quicker. "I love you. Fuck, I love you."

"I love you," you sob, back arching as you find your release. Stars dance across your vision as you tighten around Steve, nails leaving crescent moons on the skin of his shoulders.

Steve's right there with you, back flexing and fingers leaving their prints on your hips as he groans. It's the prettiest sound you've ever heard. Your mind loops it for you, playing it on repeat as he collapses his weight on top of your body.

"I meant it," he mutters against your damp chest. "I do love you. Always have."

You kiss his forehead gently, smoothing the hair away from his face.

"I meant it too. I love you. You taught me what love was in the first place, Steve."

He leans up to press his lips to yours, tender and honey sweet.

You realise the gravity of the situation all of a sudden, your heart rate increasing in Steve's ear.

"Hey, hey. Birdy. Don't panic, okay? We'll figure this out."

You think for a moment, weighing up your options in your head. Unexpectedly, you're jumping out of bed, fixing your dress and slipping on your underwear and heels.

"What are you doing, babe?"

You adjust your hair and swipe your fingers under your eyes to salvage your makeup in the mirror, turning to face the man who's now dressing himself frantically.

"Have you had a drink tonight?"

"No, I drove here."

"Perfect."

You grab your purse and stand by the door, waiting for him to follow. When he looks at you in pure confusion, you chuckle.

"Let's run away."

"Birdy... what?"

"Steve. You heard me. Let's. Run. Away."

He scans your face for any sign of hesitation, but all he finds is love. Adoration. Assuredness. That's all the confirmation he needs.

He runs at you, picking you up and spinning you around. Grabbing his hand, the two of you sneak down the stairs, slipping out of the front door as quietly as possible.

You throw yourself into the front seat of his BMW, vibrating with adrenaline as Steve starts up the engine. It roars to life, and you're very aware that people are going to come looking for you.

But you don't care.

Steve links your fingers, resting your intertwined hands in his lap as he reverses. You go to look back towards the garden, but you stop yourself.

"Can't move forward if you're always looking back, right?"

Steve laughs, leaning over to kiss your warm cheek.

"Truer words have never been spoken, Birdy."

He brings the car to a stop before you begin down the winding driveway, looking at you carefully.

"You ready?"

You take a deep breath, grinning at him.

"I've been ready since we were five years old."

He smiles at you, bright and blinding, and there's no doubt in your mind that you've made the right choice.

Can't move forward if you keep looking back, after all.

@enigmaticloki @joekeerysslut @s-trawberryv-eins @wintressoldier36 @mangomastani

#steve harrington smut #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x reader fluff #steve harrington x reader smut #steve harrington angst #steve harrington x reader angst #steve harrington x female reader #steve harrington x you #bestfriend!steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x bestfriend reader #childhood bestfriend steve harrington #stranger things fluff #stranger things smut #stranger things x reader

[itsjustaninchident]

playdate 🐾

Mick Schumacher x Fem!reader

summary: where people are trying to connect two posts from mick and yn showing off their dogs👀🐾

warning/s: none

author's note/s: this is really just cute fun little concept 😅 running out of ideas (inbox is open if you want to request!<3)

yourusername

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yourusername playdate with my boy🐾

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user1 he's such a good boy!

user2 what a distinguished gentleman 🥰

tuckerbudzyn maybe we can play sometimes?

theolastname mum says yes!

user3 OMG I'D LOVE TO SEE THEO AND TUCKER IN ONE VIDEO

mickschumacher

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mickschumacher playdate with my girl

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user1 I love you angie!!

user2 this is so suspicious...

user3 why?

user2 well, he doesn't usually post angie anymore 🤔

user3 how is that suspicious

user2 we'll see 😉

roscoelovescoco can i come's next time's?

user4 I LOVE ROSCOE SM😭

estebanocon hmmm 🤐

user5 estie bestie what do you know???? 🤨

user6 am i thinking what y'all are thinking

user7 no stop being delusional

user8 the caption is so similar with my favorite vlogger and her dog...

user9 yourusername???? Right...

user10 you're reaching babe

user11 let's get you to bed grandma

yourusername

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yourusername Theo's zooming through the streets of Switzerland 🥰

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user1 theo is so cute!😭

user2 I wish in another life that im a dog and yn's my mom and im zooming through Switzerland

user3 must not pass the opportunity to zoom!

user4 suspicious 🤔 why is mick here?

user5 probably finding angie a date?😄

user6 imagine if angie and theo meet each other?!

user7 that would be cute🥺

roscoelovescoco you look's good's my friend's !

theolastname all thanks to mum😄

user8 WHAT THIS IS SO CUTE

user9 THEY KNOW EACH OTHER?

user10 not me literally gushing over two celebrity dogs😭

user11 CAN WE SEE THEM BOTH IN THE PADDOCK

user11 am I the only one who thinks that mick is somehow involved in this and why'd he liked the post...

user12 i see... you're onto something

user13 now he can't even like a post without all of you assuming anything

user11 why is yn suddenly in Switzerland? Who lives in Switzerland?

user12 no no you're onto something

user11 also the post mick made with his dog angie with the caption almost sounding like a response to yn's post before this🤔

user14 take your delusions elsewhere babes

yourusername

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yourusername beach trips and new paw friend!

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user1 uhm,,, that dog is familiar

user2 omg cute!!!

user3 is that Angie???

user4 I'm assuming it is her given that Mick liked the post

user3 right...

lewishamilton maybe roscoe can stop by sometime?

theolastname of course uncle lewis!

user4 UNCLE LEWIS?!😭🥺

user5 THIS IS THE CUTEST CROSSOVER EVER

mickschumacher miss you three!

*this comment has been deleted*

user6 AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO SAW THE COMMENT FROM MICK?!

user7 maybe some of you weren't delusional at all

user8 I KNEW IT

user9 WAR IS OVER

user10 not my girl yn!!!😭

user11 WE'VE LOST ANOTHER BADDIE

user12 patiently waiting for the Twitter fans

via twitter...

mickschumacher

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mickschumacher with my lovely girls❤️

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roscoelovescoco please don't's steal's my teacher's !

user1 turns out yn works in a doggie daycare?!

user2 it all makes sense now!

user3 THIS IS SO CUTE

user4 I KNEW IT

user5 do i need to buy a dog now so i can find myself a yn???

mickschumacher 10/10 would recommend but adopt not shop though

yourusername i taught you well 😄

user6 THIS IS SO WHOLESOME

user7 what i learned from this is that dogs are not only stress relievers but also put you out of being single

user8 i think my dog is doing it wrong happy for you though

user9 how do i send this to my dog so he can find me my lover

yourusername

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yourusername dogs' out of the bag?

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yourusername should I say I have two goldies now? 🤭

user1 omg so this means mick's been her boyfriend since theo was young?!

user2 how old is theo tho?

user1 he's 1!

user2 1 YEAR AND NO ONE SUSPECTED ANYTHING?

user3 they're pretty good in hiding soo

user4 the pun in the caption?😭

user5 I LOVE YN (I've only met her today)

user6 oh to be yn with my golden retriever boyfriend and my two dogs

mickschumacher i always have to share you with theo

theoschumacher but you still love me dad!

user7 THE LAST NAME CHANGE

user8 SO CUTE OMG

user9 I LOVE THIS FAMILY SO MUCH

user10 lewishamilton i have an idea for u and roscoe

#mick fluff #mick schumacher #mick x reader #mick shumacher imagine #f1 #fluff #f1 fluff #f1 fic #f1 socmed au #f1 instagram au #f1 ig au #f1 fanfic

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Howl

Chapter One: Coffee Shop Crush

[Werewolf!Poly!141 x GN!Reader]

Summary: Four years after a horrible attack, you and your childhood best friend move for her job. After the move, you frequent a coffee shop near your apartment, and you meet a cute ex-military man. You can't help but fall for him. Warnings: Mentions of blood, descriptions of scars, 2 named OCs (i know some people don't like that, and that's okay!) one of the OCs is a child (they are important, i promise) reader being insecure about said scars, pet names (from friend), no use of y/n Word Count: 2.3k A/N: I had an idea and had to write it!! THIS IS AN AU (obviously), I'm doing what i want and everyone is alive. Don't worry, I'm still working Experiment as well! I love Gaz, truly and deeply, you are about to see that in full swing baybeeeee! Divider by @cafekitsune

“This isn't so silly now, is it?”

Your friend looks at you, her hand on her hip. You can't help but roll your eyes. “I never said this was silly,” You deadpan at her. “I said–”

“‘The idea of wanting to go camping before you give birth is silly’.” She uses air quotes around the words.

“Yeah! The idea, not the action, Cynthia.” You bite back.

She rolls her eyes this time. She looks at the tent the both of you set up —mostly you— and smiles to herself. You can’t help but smile too. You groan at yourself and walk over to her. You pat her on the back.

“You’re right.” She looks at you, “This isn’t silly. I’m just–”

“A hater. I get it! I love you for it!” Her words stun you. You cross your arms at her and scowl. You grunt and walk away from her. “Hey!” She turns to you, “Where are you going?”

You click your tongue, “Gotta get wood for a fire, silly.” She gives you an enthusiastic ‘thank you’ and you walk off towards the treeline. The sun is setting and there is a horrible feeling settling in your gut. “You’re just a hater…” You mumble to yourself. “Nothing bad is going to happen.” You inhale sharply and walk into the woods. You grab some branches that look pretty burnable and rush back out to your campsite.

Cynthia says nothing about rushed actions, instead she motions for you to place the branches in the spot she made for the wood. You set it down and Cynthia grabs the lighter fluid. She douses the branches and sets them ablaze. 

She smiles and sits down a few feet from the fire and you watch her. She places her hands on her stomach and closes her eyes. She looks content. Genuinely, and utterly content. You sigh. One of her eyes squint open and she pats the ground beside. You don’t hesitate to sit down with her.

“What’s wrong?”

Your stomach flips. In a horrible way.

“I don’t know.” You look at the fire before staring up at the full moon. Your eyes cut back to her and she pats you on the thigh.

“We’ve been friends forever, you can tell me anything.” She gives you a soft smile.

“My stomach hurts.” It’s not a complete lie.

“Sorry, babes,” She shakes her head, “can’t help you there.”

“I guess–” You pause. “You’re so happy. Like, glowing… I want that too. What are you doing?” You let out an awkward laugh. Her face drops. “It’s not that I’m not happy, I just– I’m not happy like you.”

“Oh, sweetie,” She pulls you into a soft hug, her ‘mom voice’ coming out. “I promise, I’m not always thrilled. I mean, I’m about to be a single mom… That’s terrifying. But I do have you, and that means a lot to me.” Her hand rubs your back. “When we get back from this trip, we can do something you want to do!” She pulls away and presses her forehead to yours. “I promise.”

You close your eyes, nodding. “That means a lot,” You smile. Cynthia pulls away and you sigh. You can’t help but still feel sick. A loud whine comes from the trees behind you. An animal dying. You tense.

“Get in the tent.” You don’t even look at Cynthia, your eyes are laser focused on the woods.

“It’s probably wolves or something…” She doesn't argue though. Cynthia crawls into the tent and waits for you. You don’t get in fast enough.

Something big moves in your peripheral vision. You look up and want to scream, no noise comes out. Cynthia sees the pure shock on your face before she registers what’s going on. You're tackled to the ground by some creature. You figure it’s not an animal or a man. Definitely not a man. Its claws are large, too large to belong to an animal you know, and ripping into you in seconds.

A scream finally rips from your mouth. Cynthia doesn't move. You hope she doesn’t come out of that tent. You’re overpowered instantly; the creature gnashing its teeth above you, its claws rip into your stomach. Another one of your screams echoes through the woods. You look over at the tent.

Cynthia isn’t in the tent.

Your eyes widen. You don’t move.

“Get off– Get back!” Cynthia screams, her voice full of rage and fear. You can’t see what she’s doing but, suddenly, the creature removes itself from you and takes off away from the both of you. Your eyes cut to her. She’s standing there, holding a burning stick. Tears fill her eyes.

“Sweetie,” She’s using her mom voice again, you look at her with shock filled eyes. Adrenaline is dwindling, she sees it. “I need you to stay with me…” She’s fumbling for her phone. “I have service!” She calls what you can only assume is authorities, and everything is starting to fade in and out. She gives the operator the location and she’s trying to keep you focused on her. “Please, stay awake… I can’t lose you…”

You open your mouth to speak, but you are out. You’re too far gone to even comprehend what you want to say. You let the darkness take over. So much for doing whatever you wanted to do.

You sit at the coffee shop, eyes looking at the laptop screen in front of you. Your eyes move down to the time and your heart is in your throat when you see the date. It doesn’t get easier it seems. You know what day it is, really, you are always aware. But, seeing it makes it so real. You inhale sharply and look back at the screen.

You’re doing your annual “What The Fuck Attacked Me in Those Woods” research. It’s hard to constantly look things up. And, every year around the time of the attack, things become fresh. The scars, and the thoughts. It may be the worst time to look things up, but it’s the only time you want to.

So far, you’ve found a big wolf, a bigger bear (which you are sure it wasn’t either of those), and… A werewolf. That doesn’t make sense either though. Not completely. It fits the description of whatever attacked you. But those aren’t real. You sigh and continue looking at the pictures.

You come across an article. Someone claiming ‘a large creature’ (a werewolf, they are sure) had attacked their livestock. You want to look away when you catch images of the poor animals, but you can’t… You’re too busy comparing the marks on the sheep to the marks on your stomach.

It’s adding up…

“Whatcha lookin’ up?”

You almost jump out of your skin. A yelp escapes you and slam your laptop shut. “Gaz!” You whisper, swatting at him. “What the hell?”

“Sorry,” He puts his hands up and sits across from you, “but really… Were you looking up werewolves?” He raises a brow. He sounds playful. If only he knew you weren't playing.

Your brows furrow and your lips turn downward into a pout. “I’m not in the mood.”

Gaz immediately apologizes. “My bad,” he pauses. He watches you closely as you grab your coffee and take a sip. “Are you alright?”

You only nod. “I will be.” You solemnly sigh. Your eyes peer up at Gaz, his wheels are turning.

“Would now be a bad time to ask you out?”

You are certain the shock on your face is visible from across the coffee shop. Your jaw drops and you stare at him. Gaz shifts. You swallow hard and compose yourself. “Um, actually, I don’t think there would be a bad time for you to ask that.”

He is relieved. You see him relax. He gives you a toothy grin and you can’t help but return the smile. “What about tonight?” His confidence is back.

“Yes!” You are excited, you cannot help but feel so excited. “I mean, yeah, that's fine.” You rub your hands down your thighs and try to act nonchalant.

Gaz’s smile turns cheeky. “Perfect.” He jots something down on a piece of paper and hands it to you. His number. “I'm surprised I haven't given this to you yet, but here.” He stands from his seat. “I have work to do today, but tonight I'm all yours.” He winks at you.

Heat bristles across your cheeks. You nod at him as he leaves. You pick up your phone and quickly put his number in. You send a text to him, letting him know it's you. You slip your phone into your jacket pocket and bite the inside of your lip. You put your computer in your bag and begin to leave yourself. Your mind is running faster than you can keep up with.

Maybe it doesn't have to be a bad day after all.

As you're leaving the coffee shop you pull out your phone. One new message.

I forgot to tell you what I have planned for tonight

If you're up for it, I can keep it a secret? -Gaz

Your stomach knots. You want so badly to know. Maybe not knowing will help you grow. You trust Gaz.

Just let me know what I need to wear.

Something cute! But you're always cute. So that won't be a problem. -Gaz

Your face is burning again. You respond with an ‘okay’ and send a thumbs up emoji. You smile all the way home.

You open the door of your apartment and are greeted with a shrill scream of your name. You close the door and small arms wrap around your legs. You smile down at the child.

“Hey, booger.” You hug back. “Where's your mom?”

Footsteps come from another room and the child points towards the noise. Cynthia walks in and smiles at you. Her eyes narrow and she hums. “You seem… oddly happy.”

“Is that bad?”

“No, no!” She shakes her head. “It's good. Great! I know you were upset this morning… Did something turn your morning around?”

You shrug. “Maybe.” You smile at her. She perks up. “I'm going on a date tonight.” You are nonchalant this time. Playing it cool for your friend.

She runs towards you and hugs you, her daughter in between you and her. She squeals. Cynthia pulls away and smiles widely at you, after apologizing to her child who runs off. “For real?” When you nod, she continues. “With your coffee shop crush?”

You nod again. “He stopped by today just to ask me out…” Your stomach flips at the thought of that. You want to scream at how sweet he is.

“What's his name, anyway?”

You haven't told anyone his name. You met him a week ago and didn't want to jinx anything. You didn't dare mess anything up for yourself. Now, you feel obligated to at least tell Cynthia his name. “Kyle.”

“Know anything about him?” She cocks a brow.

“Well, we've only been talking for a week. I'm sure I know more about him than he does about me though… He’s ex-military. I know he works with his old military colleagues. I also know he has the prettiest eyes I've ever seen and is the sweetest man I've ever met.” You smile at her.

Cynthia beams at you. “I'm happy for you! We've lived here a week and you're already among progress.”

“Now I have all day to think about this date…” You pause, remembering your search from earlier. “Cynthia, I looked more up about–”

Cynthia’s eyes snap from her child and to you. “Sweetie,” her voice is soft but full of worry. “It's okay to not know what it was…”

“Maybe for you!” You keep from shouting. “Cynthia… I found someone saying something attacked their livestock and the marks looked like mine.” You whisper. “What they described is the only thing I can describe.”

“What'd they say?” She whispers back.

“Werewolf.” It's the only word that falls from your lips.

Cynthia tenses. She mumbled your name and sighs. “I know you want to know what happened that night– But maybe… Maybe it's best we don't know.”

That is her way of saying that werewolves aren't real. You bite your tongue. “At least I know I'm not crazy.”

Her eyes widen. “You aren't crazy. I saw what you saw!” She stops herself from raising her voice any further. “I have a bad feeling about this. Maybe it's best we let this lie.”

You keep from rolling your eyes. “Whatever.” You walk to your room and close your door. Inhaling sharply, you begin to find something to wear for your date. You have the rest of the day ahead of you, but you want to be ready. You see an old sheer top and scrunch your nose. You wonder why you still have it. It's not ugly, but…

You lift up your shirt slightly and look down at the raised skin stretching from the middle of your ribs down to below your belly button. The scar is big, gnarly, and reminds you too much of the attack to wear that sheer top.

“Hey!” A knock comes from the other side of your door and it swings open. You drop your shirt.

“Amelia–”

“I knocked.” She smiles at you. “Are you comin’ to my party?” Her eyes are big and round and sweet.

You nod. “I'm just going out tonight. Your party is tomorrow, silly.” You pat her on the head.

“Good.” She pats your thigh. “I'll be…” She pauses.

“Four.”

Amelia smiles even wider. “Yeah! Four!”

You can't help but smile. “Okay, Amelia, go to your mother.” You shoo her from your room. She exits as fast as she entered and you sigh. You shake your head and look back at your closet. “At least I have all day to figure out ‘something cute’ for tonight…”

#poly!141 #kyle gaz garrick #gaz x reader #john soap mctavish x reader #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #john price x reader #john price #cod x reader #gaz mw2 #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod mw x reader

[macsimagines]

Hello again dearest! I hope you’ve been doing well and that life has been treating you kindly ♡

With my second and third Uni midterms looming over me, I would like to request Yan! Izana, Ran, & Shin with a foreign darling~ One who is an international university student in Japan on a student visa

And if it’s not too long, I’d like a follow up of their darling taking them to visit their home country for the holidays since the Yan’s can’t bear to be apart from their darling especially when they would be overseas alone without them ♡♡

I've actually had foreign japanese students at my old school and uni though we weren't' close wish i couldve interacted more and maybe learned something from them hah

TW: YANDERE BEHAVIOR, MINORS DNI, BABY TRAPPING, SCUM BAG BEHAVIOR

Yandere! Izana Kurokawa

He was attracted to you right away, not even romantically or physically, just having been of mixed decent and then seeing someone who might relate to his own experiences interested him.

Became very romantically interested after a few interactions however, you had such a fresh perspective as a foreigner and some of the things he's had to live through seemed to resonate with you.

"Your step-mom was straightup evil. No kid should have to go through that, and I hope your kingdom is as beautiful as you make it out to be."

Hooked for life right away. And also distraught at the thought of you leaving, would constantly try to convince you to get a citizenship and just live here forever with him.

"Why even go back if I'm here?" Is one thousand percent serious, you've become such a huge part of his entire being so it must be the same for you right?

When you convince him to come with you on holiday home to meet your family though, something changes. You don't have to stay in Japan, you just have to stay with him.

As long as you're together than everything will work out. It wasn't like you could so much as leave his place without him being glued to your hip, good luck getting out of the country without him tagging along.

Yandere! Ran Haitani

He is sooo enamored by you. Fetishizing people because of their race is so goddamn gross but the fact that you're foreign definitely is what attracts him to you to begin with.

Ran is so toxic with it to. Calls you exotic like its some kind of compliment, tells you you're accent is soooo cute when you're doing your best to sound natural, makes fun of you for every mispronunciation.

But you don't know anyone in Japan and he's 6'1 so you put up with it. He's just so tall and pretty and he knows all the best spots in roppongi so of course you choose to suck it up.

Afterall, its not like it's forever. He's just your heavy and hot fling that you can go home and brag to your friends about, right? Wrong. He's sprung bitch and you're stuck with him.

"Hey, when are we going to your neck of the woods for this holiday?" "...We?" "Ya, I gotta pack and get my ticket soon, right?"

Hope you're ready to disappoint your folks now that you're bringing home this freak show. Don't forget his dream is to become a foreign celebrity so he wants to experience it all when he visits with you.

"Man, this trip is so much fun. I can't wait for next year."

Yandere!Shinichiro Sano

Worships you. He can't spit game for shit, but thankfully you don't understand him too well to begin with. It's a match made in heaven!

He doesn't make fun of you when you get your words wrong or fumble a sentence, but he does think its so cute. Shinichiro doesn't try to infantilize you but it does come off like that.

God the fact that you want him and you stick with him even though he's such a dork makes him love you so much, he doesn't even think he deserves you.

Hates it when you go home the first time. He can't even talk to you on the phone because of service issues, and trust me this dude was ready to take out loans for collect call just to hear your voice.

Bombards you with all kinds of questions like "Who did you see? Who were you with? Are you going back!?"

So my big headcanon is that he's a baby trapper. So when you talk about going next season he's already trying to figure out how knock you up.

Ends up fucking you with busted condoms (he poked holes) a few weeks before your trip because he needed to give you a VERY good reason to come back.

Just tells you "It's cause I'm going to miss you so much baby, I gotta get as much of you as I can. :)"

You end up surprising him with a ticket for him to come with you. He honestly could cry tears of joy, but he'll save it for when you discover his own little surprise.

#yandere tokyo revengers #yandere izana kurokawa #yandere shinichiro sano #yandere ran haitani

[copperbadge]

would you mind talking a little about enjoying traveling solo? I've always wanted to explore, but so many people paint traveling as this group activity, and I've always felt bad not having friends to do it with

My god, how much time do we have?

So, I could indulge in a little free therapy here and talk about some fucked-up experiences of travel I had as a child, but that's not really applicable, so...let's leave it at the fact that until I was out on my own, I didn't get to pick what happened to me on trips. I do often travel with my friends, who are always up to do the dumb shit I concoct for us, but any travel with another person involves compromise, and sometimes I just don't want to compromise, or to irritate my friends. Even though I know they probably won't be, I still worry they will, and sometimes I don't want to worry.

I also never internalized the idea that doing things alone was sad or weird. It's a social cue that I completely missed. The first time a friend of mine randomly came across me eating alone in a restaurant in college, she said, "Sam, why are you eating alone?" and I said, baffled, "Because I wanted dinner?"

I was twenty years old before it occurred to me that other people would feel strange eating alone in a restaurant, and then only because she told me she'd be too self-conscious. I was thirty before I realized most people would be self-conscious traveling alone, something I'd been doing since I was seventeen. And there's nothing wrong with wanting to be with other people -- some people love company or are nervous traveling alone or just plain don't get the appeal, and that's entirely fine.

But I love knowing that everything I do is for me alone. I can go to the weird museum or check out the odd store or do strange secret things to delight myself and never worry that I'm making life unpleasant for someone. I can be as selfish as I want. That's very rare for me and very precious. Also why I will probably never have a permanent romantic partner, but that's also free therapy for some other time.

The truth is, when you are alone, nobody actually knows that. Yes, if you're the only person at your table in a restaurant you're obviously alone, but nobody knows you aren't just getting a bite to eat before meeting up with your many cool friends. I don't look at anyone I see out in the world and go "Oh sad sack, look at them without anyone to hang out with." I think most of us worry everyone is saying that, and none of us actually are saying that.

And when I have been asked if I'm with someone and said, "Oh, I'm traveling on my own", people universally react with envy. "That must be amazing. I couldn't do it," or "I've never gone on a trip by myself, is it fun?" I've never had anyone say or imply that I'm a loser who couldn't find someone else to travel with. Quite the reverse.

Recently I had the thought that if I was more afraid of being alone I would probably have more intimate friendships or at any rate a much wider social circle, because I would need someone else to go with me on adventures and I would have to internalize the idea that it's okay to inconvenience or bore someone else at times, which I never really have. But that's kind of a tautology; "if I was less okay being alone I'd be less alone" is cyclical reasoning, when the truth is I'm someone who is a little fucked up about other people but also just genuinely enjoys solitude.

I love my friends, and I try very hard to form strong bonds with them despite that being really hard for me. I do get lonely, and I spend more time alone than is probably good for me. I get very anxious before solo trips. But I will also always need times when I am alone and only ever have to worry about myself. And once I'm launched on the trip I fucking love it. There are very few joys to rival walking out early in the morning into a strange city and knowing that the day and the city are both yours and yours alone.

Also sometimes I pretend I'm a spy, or an art historian on the trail of a stolen painting, or an academic writing a very important book. That's fun as hell.

Anyway, even when I do travel alone my friends are only a text message away, and I get to see cool stuff that I bring back to my room at night and share with all of you. I love sharing my adventures with you guys.

So yeah. My thesis is that nobody will even notice you're alone and if they do they'll probably think you're fucking cool for doing it, and meanwhile you get to do exactly what you want and nothing you don't. I think everyone should at least try it. You don't have to do a four-country trip through Europe for your first time out; you can just find something in another city that you want to see -- a museum or a zoo or a play or a cool burger joint -- book a trip, arrive Friday night and leave Sunday afternoon. And if it turns out you don't like traveling alone, that's okay too. There's no inherent moral virtue in being alone any more than there is in not wanting to be.

I just think it's super cool to sometimes go haring off on my own and do dumb shit. :D

#travel #sam travels #solo travel

[wosowrites]

Are You Jealous? (Jessie Fleming x Reader )

Warnings: None!

A/N: Jealous Jessie is my fav ( also the interview from this gif is my all time favorite. strongly recommend it. ) Tell me if you guys like it :) Based off this request:

Prompt: Jessie and the reader have been dating for years in secret, so when Guro starts flirting with y/n, Jessie gets jealous.

You had been playing for the first Chelsea team since you were 16 years old, the youngest ever pro singing in the WSL. You played for the club a solid five years before meeting the woman that made your world spin, your heart beat. You had never publicly dated anyone before, the idea of having your relationship broadcasted was just never appealing to you. But it wasn’t as though your current relationship was public either. You and Jessie Fleming had been together since the second month Jessie was at Chelsea. You decided not to tell anyone for a while because Jess was still getting settled, and after a while, the sneaking around, sneaky touches and fleeted loving looks became… exciting. So you kept it that way, everyone thinking you were just especially close friends. When you left for international break, it was always a bit hard, but you managed. Surrounding yourself with your loyal Spanish teammates. Jessie was the only person you had ever dated, so it was normal that you didn’t pick up on flirting easily. You weren’t used to it, your canadian girlfriend and you had jumped into a relationship very quickly. People flirted with you a lot, fans, opposing team players after the game, and in one particular instance, a creepy ass referee. So when one of your Chelsea teammates, a certain norwegian, started flirting with you. You didn’t even notice.

You walked out of the team bus, walking towards the plane and dragging your heavy suitcase behind you. You and Kadeisha Buchanan were known as the over packers, both sharing a love for sneakers. "I call y/n!" Guro Reiten yelled, slinging her arm around you and smiling at you wildly. You usually sat with your girlfriend, and very much liked too, but you were a big believer that change was a good thing. "Sure! Hey i got a new game to play with two people on my phone. Play with me?" You asked, slinging your free arm around her. "Hell yeah!"

You guys both walked into the plane, smiling for the camera that was filming, not noticing that Jessie was glaring suspiciously at the back of Guros head.

You spent the entirety of the trip laughing, teasing each other, and eventually, Guro fell asleep on your shoulder. The photographer took a picture in which your head was resting on hers as you read a book on your phone.

You had zero clue that Jessie, who was sitting with Guro’s usual bus/plane buddy, Sam, was feeling really insecure.

When you landed, you got a notification saying that Chelsea had tagged you and guro in a post. You looked at the post, where one picture was of you and Guro laughing at something while walking into the plane, and the other was Guro asleep on you. The caption read "Guro x y/n, a classic duo."

It was true, almost 3/4 of your goals were from Guro’s assists, and your on pitch chemistry was amazing. But that was it, that was all. The only off pitch chemistry you cared about was the one you had with Jessie. You turned off your phone, and looked up, seeing Jessie walking with Sam. You rushed up to her, struggling with your suitcase. "Hey, Jess! How was the flight?" You asked her, quickly grazing your palm on her lower back. "It was fine." She answered coldly, making you frown and making Sam seem a bit uncomfortable. "Uhm- Millie’s… I- Mills!" Sam yelled, rushing up to her and leaving you alone with Jessie. "Jess? What’s wrong my love?" You whispered to her. "What is wrong?" She whispered back angrily. "Nothing. Just- leave me alone." Jessie said, speeding up. "No! Jessie you are my girlfriend and your upset with me. I want to make it better. I love you." You told her. Jessie’s face remained impassive and she didn’t say anything. "Jessie. I hate it when you go silent when you’re mad." You told her.

Nothing.

———

Jessie and you lived together, everyone’s assumed you were just roommates, which made sense because you were experts at keeping your private life, well, private. But, because you lived together, and we’re dating, you shared a car. Meaning the drive home from the airport was silent, and awkward. Jessie was at the wheel, and you were sitting in the passengers seat, fiddling with your necklace. "Jessie are you going to say anything?" You said, starting to get worried, your heart felt tight. "No." Jessie answered. "You said something…" you teased, it didn’t work. "Pull over, Jessie." You told her. She kept driving straight. "Jessie Alexandra Fleming. Pull over right now because we are not going home until you tell me what’s wrong because there is no way in hell i’m letting you go to sleep mad at me." You told her.

Jessie’s face did not soften, but she did pull over, parking on the side of a road in the countryside.

You unbuckled your seat belt and turned to look at her. "Baby… what is wrong. And how can I make it better." You told her, reaching your hand out and putting it on her thigh.

"Baby? How about you go call Guro that." Jessie said coldly, not meeting your gaze. You were taken aback a little, not expecting Jessie to be jealous. "Oh my god… Jess… are you jealous?" You asked, smiling at her. "Don’t laugh, y/n! What is wrong with you?" She said. "I’m sorry, i’m sorry." You answered quickly, composing yourself. "Jessie look at me, I love you. I love your freckles, and your laugh. And I love your hair and the way you always know what food I want, even when I don’t. I love the way you look good in everything, and I love when you talk about which coffee mugs are the best. I love when you put your hair in that little bun and how your calves pop when you run. You mean everything to me. You’ve always meant everything to me. And I hate that you felt as though you didn’t. As though I could replace you with anyone." You told her, your heart aching at the fact that she felt as though she was anything less than your entire world.

Jessie looked at you, a smile creeping onto her face. "You do?" She said quietly. "Yes! I do. And I obviously don’t say it enough so get ready for me to tell you it every day. All the time." You told her, leaning in and pushing your forehead against hers.

You kissed her, letting your hand slip under her shirt, grazing your nails up and down her back.

"I think it’s time to tell people about us." Jessie said as she pulled away. "Really?" You said, smiling at her. "I want everybody to know you’re mine." Jessie whispered, her voice slightly hoarse. "Possessive Jessie. I’m into it."

The next day at training, you told your teammates who all looked like they saw a ghost. It was clear to you both how well you had hidden your relationship. And you both even decided to take it to the next level and post about it. You’ve always wanted to be a role model for young girls in sports, but being able to be one for the queer community would just be another plus.

When you went to bed the night of your public relationship announcement, you could see that Jessie was slightly nervous. Jessie was the most private person you knew. You were private but you still posted often, and liked to keep in touch with what fans were saying on social media. "It’s gonna be okay, Jess." You told her. "I know. And I know I’m the one who wanted to tell people… and i’m happy we did. It’s just scary. Only my sister knew about us. And you of course. And now everybody does. It’s a leap." Jessie said, lying her head on your chest. "But i’m really happy I took the leap with you." She finished. "I’m happy too." You said, passing your fingers through her hair.

"I can’t believe how jealous you were." You snorted after a moment of silence. "Shut up!"

#chelsea fcw #woso fic #woso imagine #woso x reader #canwnt #jessie fleming #woso #espwnt #guro reiten #sam kerr

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I don't know if my ask got 'eaten' or not, but I did send it while I was on the road so I may have screwed it up anyway. My ask is based on your reblog of the 3 word sentences and if you care to, it's a twofer based plot: numbers 12 and 18 (just do it and you look lost) because I am a dithering decision maker except!! when I am going somewhere in which case my overconfidence gets me in trouble, something Peter knows too well himself. Love your writing!

unfortunately it did but I love this prompt so thank you for resending it!

Prompts can be found here

Peter is fairly sure that he's the one who's always late to everything. Every single seminar for this new Oscorp tech breakdown, he's the one who's five minutes late, and he swears it's not his fault.

It's just that he always happens to run into Spider-Man duties. He always finds another old woman who needs to cross the street, or a newspaper stand that has just been stolen from, and then after saving the day, he can make time towards catching the next subway train to Oscorp and hopefully run up the stairs, through the door, into the lobby, elevator, and then to the board room with a minute to spare. It always works out better in his head. 

He doesn't understand why Harry needs him there. Peter knows technology stuff like the back of his hand– he already understood what the seminar leader who oversaw the development of the new tech was saying halfway through the meeting, and basically put the concluding points together before the meeting was even over. 

Peter is nothing if not a good friend. Or employee who will be sent off with a strict warning if he doesn’t at least try.

This time, though? Peter has just made it to the subway station, and his glance catches onto a woman with a muted blue handbag, looking mostly competent and professional in a blazer, staring at the map, very obviously confused. He decides to be a good civilian and take a moment to help her. Just as Peter Parker, good guy who has two extra minutes to spare. Not because she happens to be a little more pleasant to look at than the rest of the passerby. She does really have bright eyes, though, and the way they catch onto every written detail of the map has Peter wanting those eyes on him.

Unfortunately, as she’s dithering and Peter approaches a little too slowly, about to work up the nerve to ask if she needs help, she suddenly mutters “Just do it! Who cares…” with a sudden bout of confidence, and she walks off towards the train heading North. The same train Peter is due to take.

Peter is kind of elated by this, even though he knows he’s a total dork and he doesn’t actually have the courage to speak to her. Even though Harry makes life sound like a romance movie– that apparently all it takes is the right conversation starter– Peter knows he can’t manage it. He’ll trip over his words and make the wrong jokes, and she’ll give him a polite nod while secretly dialing 911.

He’s just happy to have a commute crush to stare at.

The southbound train arrives from the opposite side of the road, and loudly beeps as the doors open.

Peter’s Spider-Sense goes off and he sees that a bunch of people are starting to exit the train, right into the poor woman who gets turned around a bunch of times and then looks utterly lost. Helpless. Eyes widening with the telltale fear of someone who doesn’t know where they’re going. 

Well, we can’t have that, can we? Peter decides to saunter up to her and be her hero of the day.

/

You are so horrible with making decisions sometimes. Unless, of course, it’s taking a new journey somewhere, with directions you’re not exactly familiar with– for some reason leaping into it headfirst works better, cements it into your brain better if you have to travel around these parts around later, and you usually have the time to figure it out.

Of course, this time you’re late. This time, when you need to present a great big presentation at Oscorp, where your big new tech job is, you’re late, and you had to be overconfident about figuring out the directions.

God, couldn’t you have just asked for help?

As you’re beginning to spiral– was it the north train, or the south, will this crowd ever dissipate properly, and is there time to look at your notes for your presentation on the train?– someone taps your shoulder.

“Hey.” A friendly looking guy with warm brown hair, and eyes, is staring at you, not unkindly. He pulls you aside, out of the crowd, and you’re thankful– but a little wary. 

“You look lost. Are you good?” The man has to lean in closer to you, and kind of yell-speak over the crowd, who are finally moving away to the above ground.

“Uh… No. I’ll be honest.” You cross your arms and huff, glad that someone could see that you needed help, and you feel a little happy that your saviour happened to be a smart, handsome guy who doesn’t look particularly judgemental, and you pull out your phone from your bag. “I’m trying to get to–”

“Oscorp?” He reads your phone and blinks, and then looks affronted that he spoke so soon. “Sorry. I just read your phone screen– I know that’s not proper etiquette. I’m going there too.”

“Uh-huh.” You fix your eyes on him, and Peter feels a funny twinge in his heart– something warm and soft as you size him up, making your own teasing assumptions of him. You half-smirk. “How do I know I can trust you? That you won’t just lead me to a random dungeon full of murdered women?”

You feel that you might’ve scared him off– you always come off a little too strong.

“Uhhhh, I was going to say I probably don’t look like a serial killer, but then again, you never know as a woman, right? Plus that’s some unnecessary bias and profiling on my part.” Peter fishes around in his pocket for his Oscorp ID, snorting at your joke, but also knowing that you’re not wrong to be concerned. “See? I’m Peter Parker. One of Oscorp’s biotech engineers.”

“Alliterative. Very cool.” You smile at him genuinely, glad to see that he is worth trusting, and he’s about to say something when the northbound train comes in.

“Hey, that’s us. Just two stops and then we’re at Oscorp.” Peter lets you walk ahead of him into the train, and you do so with some speed.

“Nervous?” He asks as the train starts going. He’s holding onto the loop for stability, while you lean against an arm rail. The train is kind of packed– and Peter is just a teeny bit happy for it, since it means he gets to stand a little close to you. He’s not trying to be a creep– you’re just cute.

“Very.” You shake out your hands, trying to chill out, and then reach inside your bag for your cue cards. “I’m starting out as a software developer– working on a genome editing program– and I’m doing a presentation on that today.”

“Oh, I’m in that seminar too. Although usually it’s just some dude presenting… not exactly someone like you.” Peter immediately facepalms, hiding in his hands for a moment before shaking his head, brown hair flopping about. “Sorry, I just mean… he’s not a cute girl, you know?”

Nice going, Parker. Peter groans and his hands remain on his face now, totally embarrassed by what he’s said.

“Oh–” You turn to him, but Peter interrupts you first.

“I’m so sorry. I don’t mean your looks are everything– I know how hard it is to be a woman in STEM, to get judged on things that have nothing to do with your credentials–” Peter swallows and sighs. “I’m not saying you were hired for your face– I’m sure you’re a very intelligent person.”

Peter feels your hand hesitantly touch his and move them, so he can get a look at your expression. You don’t look upset, just flattered, maybe with a hint of a laugh crossing your eyes.

“Hey, don’t worry. I didn’t take it that way. Good to know you’re not a typical STEM bro, though.” You read through your notes again, and Peter feels a bit of relief. “Thanks, by the way. You’re a cute guy too.”

You don’t know where exactly that came from, maybe an unexpected bout of courage bolstered by the adrenaline from your oncoming presentation, but it’s not like it’s false– this guy is very cute and you know you’re going to struggle if you have to work with him. You can’t quite look at Peter for the rest of the train ride, staring out the window. You catch a little grin on his face.

/

“So, genome editing, huh? That’s actually part of my work right now. Except more in the lab at the moment– working on synthesising frog DNA.” Peter shudders jokingly, and you laugh as you walk with him.

“Yeah, I’m basically the one who made the software program you’ll be using from now on. I just gotta make it easy for you guys to understand.” You inhale, and Peter can see that you’re still really nervous about your presentation. 

“Hey.” He gives you a comforting squeeze of the shoulder, in front of the building. “You got this.”

“Really?” You look up at him, bright eyes glassy with sudden fears. “But you don’t really know me, right? For all you know, I’m going to run out of the room with stage fright.”

“No way.” Peter grins, self assuredly. “You wouldn’t be talking to an almost stranger if that was true.”

“I mean… kind of true. I just don’t want to mess up.” You sigh and pinch your forehead, thinking it over.

“Okay, how about this?” Peter decides on something silly, but something that also allows him to shoot his shot. When else was a pretty software developer going to just fall into his lap like this?

He ignores that image. 

“If you don’t ace this presentation: who cares? People might be a little awkward about it, but they’re just people. It’s not a big deal.” Peter starts, and he sees you visibly brighten a little at that. “But if you do, you win something real special: a coffee date with Peter Parker.”

“Oh, I do?” You snort at his blatant flirting, but you can’t help but feel better with that potential date hanging over your shoulder. Peter Parker happens to be very sweet, at least so far, and you want to see just how far this could go. “Okay. I like the sound of that, but acing this presentation probably involves being there on time…”

You and Peter run through the lobby into the elevator– and you swallow your fears as you enter the boardroom, apologizing to the many developers and technicians about having to make them wait.

/

At the end of your very enlightening presentation– Peter knew there had to be no way he knew everything about this particular software since he had never tried it yet, and the fact that the original presenter seemed to be kind of vague on the details made it seem simpler than it was– you smile at him, and Peter grins back, knowing that he’s just won himself a date with you. 

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The Arcana HCs: How M6 help you after a rough day

~ here we go, friends, here's that comfort we need when it's getting harder to hold everything together and we don't want to break down alone - brainrot ~

CW for descriptions of anxiety, being too stressed to relax, and having to say affirmations

-- to set the scene --

It's been too much lately. Every part of your day is turning more and more into a task, to the point that waking up even five minutes late fills you with guilt and reaching dinnertime feels unproductive. It's making you anxious, which makes you unmotivated, which makes you obsess over the amount of things to do that you don't want to, which makes you feel tired and overwhelmed before you've even made it out of bed.

It all comes to a head when you get back to your room one sunny afternoon. For the first time in weeks, you've gotten everything done in one frantic push, and now you have the rest of the day to relax. But you can't. You sit down, and then you pace, and then you stare at the wall, and then you lie down. No matter how many times you tell yourself everything's taken care of, we can rest now, the restlessness doesn't cease. Your body and mind and heart are running on fumes but you're too strung out to give them a break.

And that's when your beloved walks in, just in time to see your chin trembling as you squeeze your pillow in frustration.

Julian

Immediately puts his hands on your shoulders and asks you what's wrong. Talk to him. You're clearly not doing well and he's worried

As soon as he gets a general picture of it he's giving you the fullest squeeze, wrapping you up so firmly in his lanky arms that you couldn't rattle apart if you tried

Once he's felt you relax a little, he's keeping you distracted and happy until you're able to sleep

Starts to play doctor with you until you're laughing yourself silly

"Now then, my dear patient, what seems to ail you? I hate to see such a charming face in such pain. Is it your heart, my darling? Shall I check it for you?"

Proceeds to tickle you with his scruff as he pushes his nose into your collarbone: "Wait, that can't be right. I'm supposed to listen to your heart, not smell it. Though I'm sure its perfume is unrivaled."

Will half-jokingly prescribe you bed rest for the rest of today and all of tomorrow, even when you tell him he has to take a break too

*flops dramatically onto the bed next to you* "I suppose I can put aside my neighborly heroic duties for a day or two."

Asra

They're putting everything down and cupping your face in their hands as soon as they spot you. "Oh, MC. Have you gotten that stressed? Let me help you?"

Presses a kiss to each of your palms as soon as you nod and then starts shuffling around the room to make it as relaxing as possible

He's lighting your favorite candles, brewing you a calming tea, and lowering the lights

And then they're pulling out a host of scented oils to choose from so they can massage your back

It's blissful. He has the warmest, smoothest touch and somehow knows exactly where to press to get all the knots out

If want to talk about it, they're all ears

But the longer he works his magic, the more you can feel all the stress and tension bleeding out of you

Before you know it, you're well on your way to falling into a comfortable doze, wrapped up safe and sound in a tangle of limbs with lazy kisses being pressed to your temple

They are more than likely to suggest going on a relaxing trip the next morning. You deserve a break and they want to love on you

Nadia

She'll pull the pillow out of your hands and take them in hers instead

Her grip is one of the most soothing, grounding things you'll ever experience. Her hands are always cool and smooth, and her touch is one of the most firmly delicate things you know

She'll gently squeeze your hands in hers until you meet her eyes, and then she'll be asking you questions about how you're doing

She's so good at reading you and giving you the words you need to express yourself that you've completely explained all your worries and stressors in no time

And then she'll tell you how proud she is of you

How you're the smartest, most capable person she knows, and how you're doing so well, and how she marvels at your brilliance every day

How loving you is her greatest joy

She'll lay your head down in her lap and smooth her fingertips over your face until you fall asleep

And then she'll cancel all of your duties for the next day so she can give herself the pleasure of pampering you

Muriel

He doesn't like interfering with your process. If you're anything like him, you probably want some space when you're feeling anxious or upset

But also, he doesn't like seeing you anxious and upset. He is conflicted

He's the type to put himself in your line of sight, so he knows that you know that he's there and that he's available to you without making you feel pressured to talk to him

He'll also start leaving things close to you that help him stay grounded through his own anxiety - small, smooth wood carvings that fit perfectly in your fist, a cold glass of water, an extra sachet of myrrh

Once you're ready to talk about it, he'll listen and hold you as much as you want him to

If by some chance you're both too anxious to talk to each other, Inanna will take things into her own paws and bully you into bed

And then she will lie on top of you as the ultimate weighted blanket

Either way, Muriel will be as stubbornly patient as he needs to to find out what's caused this, and then he'll help you work through it

Portia

Oh boy. She can relate waayyy too much

She's worked herself too hard to relax so many times before, she knows what you're dealing with better than you do and is wholeheartedly dedicating herself to your recovery

First things first - start ranting. Ranting is good, it gets your feelings out and gives her an idea of how best to love you

Her next step is acting on that. If it's a frustrated kind of anxiety, she's taking you on a brisk walk around the garden to get the nervous energy out

If it's a sad anxiety, she's feeding you so much comfort food and snuggling you in the coziest blankets

And if it's a guilty anxiety, she's force-feeding you affirmations. She is going to look you dead in the eye and tell you so many good things about yourself

And then she's not going to let you go until you repeat it back like you mean it

You are enough. Say it back. You are worthy of so much love. Say it back. You are not disappointing her by being human and having limits. Say it back.

She'll leave it up to you to decide your schedule, but now, she's going to make you rest

Lucio

You're in bed in the middle of the afternoon? That's unusual

But you're right, nap time is always a good idea and it's been a while since he's had the chance to indulge

You'll have to be a little more expressive with your emotional turmoil for him to notice it, but honestly, just having him next to you helps pull you out of your head

He's so peaceful like this. He's perfectly content to lie next to you, stripped-back golden arm angled so it won't dig into your ribs, watching you happily in the golden afternoon light

He won't hesitate to pull you closer into his side so he can ramble about his day while he has your attention

If watching him fall asleep and feeling his slow, deep breaths next to you doesn't ground you, Mercedes and Melchior will

They're up on the bed too

One of them is sprawled across your legs, heavy and silky-soft, and the other has its nose smushed right up against your face giving you cold, wet sniffles. You'll be asleep too in no time

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana fluff #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

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satellite → r. keating (b. skeetz)

pairings — robert keating x fem!reader

summary — what bobby skeetz would be like as your annoying boyfriend <3

spinning out, waiting for you to pull me in. i can see you're lonely down there. don't you know that i am right here?

i feel like you'd be a long-term relationship (like teenage years long term)

ik they went to some fancy all boys school so let's say you went to an all girls school near theirs that would often go on trips together (pls tell me that wasn't just my school that did that)

either that of you'd meet through extra curriculars or overlapping friend groups

EITHER WAY met when ye were young (13-14) and got together when ye were 16-17

tbh most people thought you'd only last a few months bcs it was a teenage relationship after all but you're so chill with each other that it became very clear very quick that ye were just different

major "my girlfriend's my best friend" vibes

because of that, every inhaler fan knows you

you're no longer referred to by your name

you're just "mother" now

it's low-key a problem

like in any of your instagram posts or cute little tiktoks, at least half of the comments have a silly little inhaler pfp and are calling you mother

anyways

he's so annoying

definitely a very playful relationship

mocking eachother and all that

telling anyone else (outside your friendgroup) to fuck off if they do the same

he himself wouldn't be very public with the relationship

like you wouldn't be the face of every instagram post but you'd be in a story every few weeks and you'd pop up in the middle of a photo dump here and there

the inhaler_on_tik account however....

fans play where's wally with you in the tiktoks

usually hiding in a window reflection or the hem of your jacket poking into frame

enough to know you're there

you'd be best friends with all the fans

gigs are your opportunity to make new friends

they all adore you

so many fan tiktoks from gigs just have you dancing away with them

they'd bring you flowers <3

but yeah even if bobby himself doesn't post you a lot, fans would get pictures of you two together and they'd be so cute 😭

most of them are taken before gigs when he's helping you out of the bus or ye're walking into the venue together

but someone got a picture of you two once at some silly little market in spain and you were looking at flowers and he was looking at you

they posted it to tiktok and you asked them to send it to you

it was your lockscreen for a bit x

BIRD BINGO!!!

if you're ever traveling without him, you'd take pictures of any birds you pass and send them onto him

i really need to make sure it's known that he'd be annoying

like imagine you're just lying in bed, reading or on your phone, and he just bellyflops on top of you

no warning

no escape

you're trapped

i said the same in my eli headcanons but i don't really get spooning vibes from him

no matter what way you fall asleep, at least some part of him will be touching you

whether he's full on wrapped around you or just got an arm thrown over your torso

it helps him sleep better

you're best friends with the band ofc

i mean, you practically grew up together

you and rob never have a moment of peace with them on tour

you could be curled up in bed, and all of a sudden, elijah's busting down your door and lying down beside ye to tell you about a new song idea

you finally think you're free for a moment having a smoke by the back of the bus? nope, ryan's there now purely because he wanted to annoy ye

josh is nice on ye though (not really) (he makes fun of ye all the time) (he's my little pookie bear angel) (he can do no wrong)

they love having you around

and even if you leave the tour bus to get some snacks and come back to them trying on your dresses and robert doing josh's eyeliner you love having them around too

you're starting to get the mother thing

they do feel like you're hyperactive little children

bobby skeetz, the man that you are, you'd be a great boyfriend

#robert keating x reader #bobby skeetz x reader #bobby skeetz #robert keating #inhaler oneshot #inhaler x reader #inhaler dublin #elijah hewson #ryan mcmahon #josh jenkinson

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Flying to Italy pt. 3

Description: Y/N finds out her boyfriend is cheating on her with her best friend, and decides to take the trip she had planned with him to Italy anyways, but alone. But she meets Harry along the way, and so it goes... Does she decide to stay with Harry, or is it too soon and too fast? Or will she forgive her boyfriend? Only time will tell.

Warnings: nothing really! more harry, and maybe a little bit of fluff???

Word count: 2.5K (they're getting longerrrrr)

Masterlist

A/N: hey! a new one! I'm glad y'all are liking the series! I've never had more motivation to write a fic, and I really like this one, so I hope you guys like how it's progressing. Unfortunately, I think it's gonna be a pretty slow burn. More stuff to come!

I sat in the backseat of Harry's car with him as someone drove us to his house in ITALY. I almost want to thank Lily and Jackson for what they did to me because it put me in this position. Now, like I said, I'm not the biggest Harry Styles fan out there, but holy shit, it's still Harry Styles. I love his music, and he's obviously a really cool guy if he's letting me stay at his house in Italy for however long he decides he wants me there. I know at least I'm staying there tonight, but it feels wrong to intrude for a whole month, so I speak up for the first time since we've gotten into the car.

"Thank you so much for letting me stay tonight. I'll look up hotels on my computer to try a find a good one that won't 'scam me'." I say, using air quotes on that last part, and laughing a bit because of what he said earlier. "Don't be ridiculous. I'm not inviting you to stay in my house only to kick you out. I was planning on staying for longer than a month, so you can stay your entire trip. It's a nice house, I swear I don't like in a shack. I really don't mind, it gets lonely there anyways." He said, shrugging, acting like a complete stranger staying in his house for an entire month was no big deal. "I really appreciate that, but I don't want to make you feel like you have to let a complete stranger stay in your house for an entire month just because I'm in a shitty situation. Seriously, Harry." I said, really not wanting to intrude.

I didn't want to intrude for a lot of reasons. One, being I know Harry gets a lot of paparazzi surrounding him, and I really don't want to deal with the entire world thinking we're staying together at his house for an entire month. Even though that is what I'm going to be doing apparently, it's going to look entirely different to thousands of fans who are entirely too jealous of every woman Harry is around. And two, I don't want Lily to see that I'm with him. As cool as it would be to see how angry and jealous she would get when she finds out I'm spending time with her "one true love", I don't want to give her a reason to speak to me at all. And I also didn't want to disrupt Harry's life. He came to Italy for a reason, and so did I, and I feel like if I was practically living at his house that would be more than disruptive towards his normal Italy routine, whatever that may be.

"Seriously, Y/N," he said, emphasizing my name, "I don't feel like I have to let you stay in my house just because of your situation. If I didn't want to, I wouldn't. And we're not totally strangers. We talked for a really long time on that plane, and I discovered that I really enjoyed your company, and want to spend more time with you, and it just so happened that I had the perfect solution for your hotel issue, and it also meant I get to spend time with you. If you really don't want to stay there, I would be happy to find you a hotel for your troubles. I don't want to make you feel like I'm forcing you to stay at my house. But I promise you, it is absolutely no trouble at all, Y/N." Harry said, very seriously. Okay. Maybe this wouldn't be as nerve racking as I suspected it would. It's not like there's a lot of paparazzi in Italy, and I really could use a place to stay. I contemplated what he said for a little while before finally responding. "Okay, I'll stay with you. Thank you, I really appreciate it." I said, and he smiled at my response. "But-" I said, and he frowned, "If at any point, any point at all you don't want me there, tell me right away, please. I hate intruding, and I really don't want to." I said, semi-sternly, to get my point across. "I doubt that will happen, but deal." He said, a large smile across his face.

...

We pulled up to his large house on the coast about fifteen minutes later. My eyes widened in awe at the size and beauty of the house. I didn't even realize I should probably get out of the car until Harry was opening my door and holding out a hand to help me out. No one has ever done that for me before, so I warily took his hand and got out of the car. The driver had taken our bags out of the back already by the time we got out of the car, so we both walked over to take them to bring them into the house.

"Harry. This is beautiful." I said, still gawking at the gorgeous house. It was tall, and a creme color, with beautiful accents of green shrubbery and vines bordering it. The door was white with accents of blue, and it had a beautiful birch porch swing facing out to the ocean. The porch was beautiful, too. It wrapped all the way around the house and had flowers and plants and bird feeders all the way around it. It was gorgeous, and I couldn't imagine the beauty that was inside.

"Thank you. Would you like a tour of the inside?" He asked me as he began walking towards the front door, smiling at me with that signature smile I was starting to discover. "I would absolutely love that." I said, returning a smile with the same brightness of his. He punched in the key code to the door, and on the security system once he got inside. We loaded all our bags into the foyer and he began to show me around.

"Now, I may have fibbed a bit about the size of the house, but I do have plenty of guest rooms. Six to be exact, in case you were curious. But there is a bathroom for each room, so you will have your own bathroom, don't worry." He said as he walked me upstairs to show me the bedrooms. They were all pretty identical, having the same beautiful king sized bed in each one with a gorgeous canopies over each of them. More gorgeous birch flooring that matched the porch outside, much lighter, though, due to the lack of weathering. It was gorgeous, all of them. The last one he showed me, I assumed, was his bedroom. "And this one is mine. You can pick anyone you want to stay in except this one because, as you can see, it has already been claimed." He said, chuckling. His bedroom was so very him. It was a dark gray, but not dark enough to make the room itself dark. He had art all over the walls, and the bed was very simple. Just a simple bed with a black headboard with posts on all four corners. He had a record player on top of the dresser, and from what I could see from the doorway, he had about twenty records next to it, The Beatles, Fleetwood Mac, Joni Mitchell, Bowie, all the good stuff. If this is what he had in his vacation home, I was dying to see what his regular house's record collection looked like. "I love it. Too bad it's already taken." I said laughing, and he laughed in response as well. "I think I'll take the one at the end of the hall." I said, smiling up at him. "Sounds good." He said looking into my eyes and smiling, lingering there for a bit before clearing his throat and looking away. "So, uh, do you want the tour of the rest of the house?" He said, and I nodded enthusiastically.

...

The house was beautiful beyond belief. There was a pool in the backyard, and while Harry was in his room, unpacking his things I assume, I decided to put my bathing suit on and make my way downstairs and outside and go for a swim. It had been ages since I had the time to go swimming, and I missed it. I walked outside and dove right in, loving the feeling of the water flowing through my long hair and across my skin. I must've been swimming for thirty minutes before I finally came all the way up to the surface for a quick break, and saw Harry sitting on the edge of the pool, feet in the water.

"Wow, you really like to swim, huh? You've been out here for probably an hour now." He said, looking at me, smirking. "Oh, uh, yeah I do. It's been forever since I got to do it so I guess I just got carried away." I said, looking down still treading in water, looking up at him again to ask him, "How long have you been sitting there?" "Just about twenty minutes. It's like you're in your own little world when you're in the water. You're like a little fish." he said, chuckling, making me laugh, too, at his comment.

I swam over to the steps of the pool and walked over to him as he stood up as well. "You hungry? I know this really great cafe. I visit it every time I'm here at least ten times. My treat." He says, smiling at me. "I'd love to go, but I'm definitely paying for my own food. You letting me stay at this amazing house is enough of a treat. I'll go get changed." I said, as I walked into the house and rushed upstairs to take a shower and change.

...

Me and Harry walked into the cafe he recommended, and since I didn't know the exact dress code, I decided on the mid-length baby blue dress I packed, and decided to leave my hair down. When we walked in I noticed it was a sit down cafe, so I knew it was going to be expensive, but I saved plenty for this trip, so I knew I was going to be able to cover it, but if I kept going out to eat with Harry who knew how quick those savings were going to run out?

We sat down at a cafe, and the waitress came over to us, not seeming phased by Harry Styles sitting down at the restaurant she worked at, but more like familiarly happy to see him. "Hey Harry, haven't seen you in a bit! It's nice to see you!" She said, smiling at him. "It's good to see you, too, Sarah. This is my friend, Y/N. Y/N, this is Sarah." Harry motioned to me, introducing the two of us, and I waved to her. "Nice to meet you! Usually Harry just comes here by himself, so it's nice to see into his actual life. What can I get for the both of you."

We ordered our food, and it was expensive like I expected it, but Harry apparently had a card on file, and managed to secretly tell our waitress that both of our meals would be on him. I thanked him, but still told him that just because he's rich doesn't mean he has to pay for my food, and he just smiled. As we were leaving we decided to just go for a walk around the small city and watch the sunset and the people around us, and get to know each other a bit better since we would be spending the next month together.

"So.." I started, as we had been walking in silence for the past couple minutes since we left the cafe. "So..?" He responded. We got along well on the plane, but now once that it was really starting to sink in that I was in the presence of Harry Styles, I didn't know how to really start a conversation with him. "Uh.. what made you want to buy a house in Italy?" I asked, finally coming up with things to say. "Easy. It's beautiful. Every time I used to come here and didn't buy my own place I wished I had. It's nice to be able to completely settle once I'm here, and not have to worry about where the fridge is, what's in the fridge, how comfortable my bedroom is going to make me feel. So I bought my own place here and made it mine so I could love Italy even more. What made you want to come visit Italy?" He asked. "I thought I already explained it, but I guess I forgot when talking about everything that made me take the trip alone. But, uh, I just always thought it was gorgeous, too. It was always on my bucket list, but with the lack of money, and then college, an then working my way up in my career, I've never had the money or the time until now. I wasn't going to let those assholes screw up this dream for me." I said, not looking at him. "I don't blame you. Italy's a great place to come to forget about things. Can I ask you a question?" He said, stopping to look at me. "Sure." I said, nervously, unsure of what he was going to say. "How did someone as bright and as full of life as you manage to end up with the worst best friend an boyfriend? It just doesn't add up. I'm sorry if that's too personal, you don't have to answer that." As he said the last part, he turned away and began walking again. "Well, it's not really as simple as that. I know I told you they cheated, but I've known them both for so long, and I truly don't think that's always been how they're like. I just think they weirdly grew into the people they became. I've never had any issues with either of them ever. No big arguments, hardly any little arguments. I had no way of seeing it coming. They never even have hung out alone, to my knowledge, before they did what they did. They even used to fight with each other a lot, and only really became true friends again a few years ago. And I'm not as bright and full of life as you say I am. But I appreciate the compliment." I said, still looking ahead as we walked. "I know I don't know you very well yet, but I think you're wrong about that."

...

Me and Harry just made small talk here and there for the rest of our walk until his driver came to pick us up. I'm usually good at reading people, but he was a closed book. I had no clue what he was thinking until he said it. He confused the hell out of me, and all I wanted to do was understand him, to be able to read him. And I couldn't help but feel guilty about it. I've never had to understand someone new. I've always had the same people in my life, and it felt so different to let someone new in. Not a bad different, just different.

#fanfiction #fanfic #harry styles #harry #harry Edward styles #harry fanfic #harry fanfiction #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry x you #harry x yn #harry x y/n #harry styles x you #harry styles x yn #harry styles x y/n #harry styles fluff #harry styles smut #harry styles angst #harry styles italy #italrry #italy #one direction fanfic #one direction #niall horan #Louis tomlinson #Liam payne #Zayn malik #fine line #cherry #adore you

[winterspiderpurrs]

Um you asked for prompts and I was thinking if you could pretty please write Pepper breaking up with Tony, and well although it was hard he moved on and after a while he started dating Peter feeling loved, and maybe altough Pepper was the one that ended the relationship she wasn't able to move even though she tried. She tried to find a way to get back with Tony thinking maybe Peter was just a phase and a notch in Tony's belt, but she was very wrong, and now has to carry with her mistake. Thank you, and I hope you have a good time on your time off ❤️❤️

It's been a year and half since Pepper gave Tony back the engagement ring. The last near death heroic save the day experience was a bit much. The last straw as she told Tony.

She packed up her bags and moved out to work from California. She was leaving Tony, not the company.

After a year, Tony and Pepper were back as friends. Tony even came out to California to show Peter the office there.

He told Pepper that Peter had never seen a true beach. It was a short visit, but it brought back memories. And she started to really miss Tony.

But a month later, when she called Tony; wanted to tell him she was thinking of coming back to New York. Friday answered and said that Tony was busy but if it was an emergency she would patch her through.

" Lab time isn't a reason to close people out. Patch me through"

" I'm sorry Ms. Potts but Boss is not in the lab. He is out on a date."

That caused Pepper to pause. Friday wouldn't have divulged that unless she was making a point. Tony was off limits to her now.

Then a few weeks go by and she tells Tony during one of there weekly business calls that she plans on making a trip out to New York. Probably will stay a few months, maybe more. Tony was fine with it, tells her he will set up a floor in the tower with her.

She wasn't expecting to have a floor so much lower then what she expected. There were more then 15 floors between the lab and closer to 20 between Tony's private quarters.

After a few weeks, Pepper finally finds out who Tony is dating.

" This meeting is important Tony! Even if you only stop in for 20 minutes."

" I'm going to be upstate with my boo. I could video in. Maybe. But depending on how busy I am" Tony wiggles his eyebrows and has a big smile on his face. "But then again Peter might take away lab time again if I put off my duties..."

Pepper rolls her eyes. " Whatever Peter has to get you to do your job. Then you can go run off with your boo. "

" Well seeing them as one and the same thats easier said then done"

"What?"

Tony pauses and spins around in his chair that was at his work station. He watches Pepper for a moment, head tilted, before his eyes widen and he snaps his fingers.

" Ah... you don't know. I'm dating Peter..."

" Teenaged Spiderman??"

"Hold on now! He is 21 now and its only been for the last 6 months. I thought I told you?"

Pepper rolled her eyes. " You said you were dating a pretty young thing. Not your one-time fake intern hero worshiping Spiderman little genius this could cause such a scandal Tony!"

" No scandal! Everything by the books. We are fine Pep"

Shaking her head, she sighed, " If you say so, Tony, but at least warn me so I can run P.R. when you are done"

Tony didn't talk to her for a week after that. But Pepper knows Tony. He indulges too much. He will either get bored with Peter once the novelty runs out, or Peter will break it off when he gets jealous of how much Pepper knows Tony.

Pepper easily slotted herself back into Tony's life. Everything was pretty much the same. The only thing is she just wasn't physical with him like before and that she wasn't going to bed with him. But they acted the same.

She had a secret weapon, though, her red suit. Custom designed by Tony, his favorite hot rod red color, Tony could NEVER resist her in his suit he made. At around midnight, she walked down to the lab, and she frowned when the door wouldn't open.

" Friday, I need to speak to Tony"

" I apologize Ms. Potts but Boss is unavailable"

" Its important Friday, just open the door."

" Let me clarify. Boss isn't in the lab. Peter has already carried Tony off to bed. Tonight was date night and Tony is required to sleep a minimum of 6 hours. "

Pepper blinks and stares. She has never been able to get Tony out of the lab. Ever. The most she ever got was sweeping in, they leave to make love, and then Tony would leave her to come back. Only two hours of sleep if they shared a bed from Tony, if that.

Tony has never given up lab time. For anyone. But for Peter it seems.

It dawns on her. She has seen Peter hand things to Tony. Peter putting a reassuring hand on Tony. Peter brings food to Tony to make sure he eats. Peter is working alongside Tony in the lab. Tony appears more relaxed. He seems less stressed and happy.

The familiar ache starts in her chest.

She has missed her chance.

#i hope you liked it! #its more pepper pov but i kinda like adding that as a twist #peter isn't bothered by pepper she missed her chance and he scopped up Tony #thanks for the ask! #you give the best asks! #writing prompt #starker #starker prompt #tony stark x peter parker #peter parker/tony stark #winterspiderpurrs

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Best and Worst of Both Worlds (part 18)

Tw: nothing much, also boring chapter its just some filler and introduction of another character, cause if its only between yves and monty its gonna get old quick . So i threw in a sacrifice side character

Part 19

Mr Jones nodded. The ride will take an hour. You hope Yves won't be grieving over that $200.

While waiting in traffic, you stared out of the window. Watching the planes in the distance roam in the air.

"Mx (name), I heard that you will be starting your semester orientation tomorrow."

You confirmed it, he asked which University you go to. You told him the name of your university.

"Ah, that is a prestigious university. My daughter received a scholarship to study there!" He bragged as a proud father.

"Her name is Evangeline, Do you by chance know her?"

You doubt so. The only person you hung around with is Yves, and you only started doing that after your exams.

"My daughter has a green thumb, she loves her plants and flowers. So much so, she pursued a degree in botany!"

You scratched the back of your neck. Evangeline Jones from Botany. She sounds familiar.

It isn't like you were a complete recluse. You did attend orientation and made a hoard of temporary friends. The friendships never seem to go anywhere, so you slowly fall out of touch with them. To the point that neither of you say hi to each other upon passing by.

You used to have a whole phonebook of contacts that gave you the illusion that you're popular, but you deleted almost all of them except for a select few group members. You think you have seen an "Evangeline Jones" before.

"But..." His smile fell. "My poor daughter is having a hard time fitting in. She would complain to my wife about how she barely has any friends."

You hummed in acknowledgement. You understand the feeling.

"She used to, but they were jealous of her and started spreading horrible rumors about my child. My daughter takes a lot from my wife, so she's naturally beautiful! It's just... such a shame she met the wrong group of people."

Wait a minute...

You asked if Evangeline is blonde.

"Yes! That's right, she has the most beautiful blonde hair. She got her blue eyes from my wife, her nose from me and lips from the of us."

Oh.

Poor girl. You never spoke much to her, but during the times you did, she was the sweetest, most soft spoken person you knew. There were rumors going on about her stealing someone's partner. You don't know how true it was, but you can say for certain she is beautiful.

You've seen her eating by herself at random outdoor places. But you've never cared to make contact.

She obviously cannot compare to Yves's levels, but she is definitely a lot higher than average.

"Say, how about this, Mx (name). The florist she works at is just a couple of steps away from this Ice cream parlor of yours. I know you're a kind soul and you two would be great friends! I bring you to meet her and I won't charge this trip. How does that sound?"

You shrugged. Why not? Less burden on Yves's bank account and you get to have a friend. So you agreed.

"Perfect! Trust me, Mx (name), you and Evangeline will be the bestest of friends! She will be the sweetest girl you've ever met!" Mr Jones was extremely happy. You guess it's because it hurts to see your own child being alienated by her peers. He is a good father, doing what he can to help her make friends.

Though, you don't know if this is the best way to do it. Perhaps to some other clients, it's considered unprofessional at best, perverse at worst. Maybe he could just tell that you're a normal student.

Or... it's probably because he heard you bawl your eyes out in front of Yves about how you didn't have friends.

Yeah, that's the most plausible reason. How embarrassing.

__

The glass door swung open and the bell struck against the frame. Alerting the person behind the counter that someone entered the store.

"Hi sweetie! There is someone I want you to meet."

"Oh! Hi Daddy! Who is it?" She was tending to a bucket of petunias. Evangeline stretched her neck to see who is trailing behind him.

You emerged behind his back and waved awkwardly.

Evangeline gave you the most dazzling smile as she greeted you.

"Hello, welcome to Nancy's florist. I think we've met before, haven't we?"

You told her yes, you met her from orientation.

"Ah! I remember now. It's nice to see you again, how are you?" She asked.

You replied that you're fine and returned the questions.

"Mm, Well. I'm nervous for tomorrow. You know, first day jitters." She giggled, but you could tell she is uncomfortable. Most likely wondering if you knew of the rumors.

"I see you two are well acquainted! That's good!" Her father gleefully remarked.

"How did you come across..." She tried to remember your name.

You refreshed her memory.

"(name)! Yes. How did you come across each other?"

"Well, Sir Yves hired me to become their chauffeur for the week."

Evangeline puts her work away and wipes her hands on a nearby hand cloth. She's only slightly taller than you are.

"That's great, daddy." She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "Did... they request to come here?"

"Oh! No. They wanted to visit the Ice Cream parlour down the street. Say, sweetie. What if you take a break and get a bit more acquainted with them with some good ol' ice cream." He grinned.

Suddenly, horror consumed her expression.

She turned to you.

"I'm so sorry. My dad is- my dad was just trying to help me find some friends. He's always like this. This isn't the Ice cream shop, (name)."

You said that it's fine. It's near her florist anyways.

"There isn't an Ice Cream shop anywhere near here. The next one is a 15 minute drive away."

Oh.

You suck as maps then.

"Oh, it's fine. I'll drive both of you there."

"Daddy." She seethe through her clenched jaw.

"They're also looking for friends! I don't see the harm in introducing you to them."

You opened your mouth to say something but was cut off by Evangeline.

"You can't just do this to your clients! It's so unprofessional!"

"Mx (name) agreed to it!"

"That's because they're nice! What would Sir Yves think of this!?"

"I'm not charging him for this trip!"

"Then you are making a loss for my sake! You're wasting their time and yours, daddy! They wanted to go to an Ice Cream Shop, you brought them to a florist!"

"Come on! They're also looking to make friends, aren't you, Mx (name)?"

They both stared at you. You began freezing up under the pressure.

The bickering was interrupted when a customer entered the shop.

She greeted them albeit shakily and worked to serve them.

You left the building out of embarrassment.

__

In the end though, her father convinced to close up early for the day and go to that Ice Cream parlor with you.

He drove off after dropping you and his daughter.

"So... um." She fiddled with her ice cream spoon. Her strawberry flavored one is starting to melt and drip onto the plate under the cup.

You weren't paying attention because you're snarfing down the ice cream. It was the best you ever had. Since you have a fresh injection of five grand into your account, you can buy as much as your heart desires.

"What did you hear about me?" She asked. You stopped and looked at her. She's staring at you with a straight face.

You asked what she meant by that.

"You know..." She tried to vaguely gesture to something.

You told her you heard rumors of her sleeping with a taken man.

"There we go." She fell back into the comfortable chair and rolled her eyes. Her blonde hair, blue floral, off-the-shoulders sun dress fluttering along.

You asked if it was true.

"No. It wasn't. That was such a horrible thing, I would never do that! I... I didn't understand why she would tell such a lie." Evangeline had her sights downcast.

"Did you believe it, (name)?" She looked at you.

You had to wait a few minutes to recover from your brain freeze.

Once you're done, you told her you didn't pay attention. Or cared, you were struggling to pay your own rent and that occupied the entirety of your mind.

She looked relieved. "I'm sorry to hear that (name)."

You told her not to be, you managed to scrounge enough to pay for that month. You're in a much better position now, financially.

She gave you a polite smile. "Well, I'm glad to hear it."

There was an awkward silence between the two of you again.

"Umm. Are you ready for tomorrow?"

You said no.

"Yeah. Me neither."

Crickets again.

"What classes do you have?"

Your eyes widened. You forgot to choose your timetable!

"What!? You're supposed to do that two weeks ago!"

You logged into your student portal. Only to see that your timetable has been allocated.

Huh? You don't remember...

You checked your University email. It was almost like blowing metaphorical dust bunnies and cobwebs off. You have not opened it since the end of last semester.

You saw an email sent in by Yves two weeks ago.

"(name),

I assume you will be reading this a day before the beginning of your second semester.

I enrolled you in your required courses and allocated your classes for you. I gave you a few reminders prior to the deadline.

Please be mindful of your passwords. You wrote your login credentials on a piece of sticky note I found in your bag while cleaning. You also had your banking information and the PIN number of your debit card on it. I strongly recommend using a digital password manager, I will cover the monthly fee for you.

Well done on your exams. You have achieved exemplary results. You were being too harsh on yourself as you received a high distinction on each paper. I am very proud of you, (name).

Best of luck returning to academia. Come see me if you need additional support, be it emotional or financial. I will provide it in any way I can.

Love,

Yves"

That's right. You didn't even bother to check what you got for your exams. Fully believing that you're failing each subject, you just wanted to enjoy your holiday with Yves in peace. You didn't want to know.

You can't believe you got straight As though. It's crazy, all you did was cry in that exam.

"What's up?" She asked. You've been staring at your phone for a while.

You said nevermind, it's been settled. She also visibly relaxed.

"Thank goodness. Hey, I think we have the same class."

She pointed at your timetable.

That is interesting.

"We could meet up!" She clapped her hands in glee. "And we could go for lunch too, this is great!"

You matched her energy and cheered in the parlour. Attracting some eyes due to the rowdiness.

Both of you cower in shame and laughed it off.

The afternoon was spent awkwardly trying to make conversation with each other.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere male #yandere concept #tw yandere #yandere x you #yandere oc x reader #male yandere oc x reader #oc yves #oc Montgomery

[hebimoonlightwrites]

awww I really liked the writing about "✉️" of the event I would like to request that for nayuta and hajun with a reader fem! plss (๑'ᵕ'๑)⸝*

Writer’s corner: Hey!! I'm so glad you appreciated it! I hope you will forgive me for being late at answering your request, sweetheart! qwq Of course I can do one with our dear Nayuta and our sadistic prince Hajun! I hope you will like it and, if you don't, please, tell me what you'd like me to fix or change! ♥ Enjoy and have a fantastic summer~!

mc's pronouns: SHE/HER (FEM!reader)

Warnings: none, just sfw and cute stuff♥

☀️𝐍𝐚𝐲𝐮𝐭𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐮𝐧☀️𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐜

✉️: if they went on vacation, what kind of postcard they would send mc (R)

☀️Nayuta felt a strange feeling inside when he realized he would have been away from his usual slum-apartment and especially from you. As he has always been kind of serious and dry towards people around him, he cannot really hide his anxiety and slight sadness to you. Just while you were helping him preparing his luggage, Nayuta was sitting on the futon, with his big eyes fixed on you. You could see his puppy eyes sparkling softly and his throat occasionally letting some deep sighs. "What's wrong,my sweet boo?", you smiled warmly at him while folding some of his t-shirts and putting them into his suitcase. He sighed again and looked away: "You really can't come with me..?", you heard his low voice almost hushed. What you could only do was to look at his cute figure and smiled warmly: "Don't worry, Nayu.. It's only for a week. You'll see how fun it will be! And.. you know, you're not alone! Your brother is coming with you." As you spoke he turned and looked at you: "I want you to accompany me."... Those words surprised you and made your cheeks go redder.

☀️After his words, you decided to reassure him and the following day you saw him and Kanata getting on the bus and disappearing behind the corner's street. You felt how anxious both looked, especially because they had never been away from their slum, nor away from the city itself. But you smiled at yourself. "They need it.. I hope they will have fun and relax while away.", you said to yourself. Of course you started missing both Nayuta and Kanata, but you could see how usual Nayuta sent you texts like random: "I love you", or "I miss you", or even.. "Here sucks without you." You couldn't help but chuckle at reading his random texts or seeing his random pics. He even sent you a pic while laying on the bed and Kanata snoring in the background. One day, though, something surprised you, as you received a postcard from Nayuta, your sweet boo:

"Y/n, sweetie.. It's the first time I try to send a postcard, so I hope I didn't miss anything up. Why did I send it even if I texted you online? I don't know... You know when you told me to have fun? Well.. even if I'm on vacation with my brother, and even if I have never been on vacation before, nor saw all these beautiful places outside my city, well... I cannot have fun if you're not beside me! I cannot help, but think about you all day and all night. Like.. What is she doing? What has she done today? Is she happy?.. I didn't believe in love before meeting you, but... now I do because I have you and only when you're beside me I can say to be truly and fully happy... It sounds too wholesome, maybe too much, but I don't care. I just can't wait to come back, only for you. I miss you. Nayuta."

☀️When Hajun got that he had to go on a trip with BAE, he looked happy at first. But when he got that you wouldn't have gone with the three of them, he changed his expression to one of sadness. The idea of going on a trip and being away from you kind of made him sad and especially concerned. You would have stayed at their apartment while they were away and Hajun spent all the last days buying a lot of stuff for you, like your favourite snacks and meals. Even if sometimes sadistic, he really cares about his friends, and especially about you. "Darling, I've also bought some chips and snacks, in case you want to watch a movie at night..!". You smiled at him, happy to see how caring he was behaving. You could see a soft fear in his eyes, a fear that he was able to hide but you could still see. So you got the chance, when you both were alone and he was preparing his own luggage: "Hajun.. It will be a short vacation. I won't forget you", you said chuckling surprising him. As his eyes met yours, you could see how reassuring your words were to him. He hugged you tightly and whispered to your ear: "I love you..."

☀️The following day you waved at him, Allen and Anne as you could feel Allen's and Anne's excitement for the vacation. Hajun tried to keep his usual confident and prince-like behaviour, but his eyes kept following your figure, especially after getting on the bus. He waved at you smiling especially after seeing your lips moving to form the words: "I love you.". The following day you missed cuddling with Hajun, but you even laid and slept on his bed when you felt like missing him a lot. You even checked online if he even sent you any text. Of course he didn't, actually. But one day you received a postcard from him, with some pictures of him buying ice-creams and cute stuff with BAE:

"Darling, How are you doing, my love? I'm sorry for not texting you, but will you believe me if I tell you that Anne did a huge mess in the kitchen while trying to help me and Allen cooking? Also I didn't text you actually because I wanted you to miss me... Did I manage to get you all sad for missing me~? By the way I hope that you're safe and fine at home. We're doing great here, even if it's not the same without you and your adorable clumsiness.. I bought something for you. I'll give you once come back~ I miss you too, darling.♥ Hajun."

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[gothic-galene]

A letter from your future spouse

☆ 🖇️ 𖥻 ＜꒱             PAID SERVICES

Pile 1  

Dear Y/N,

Even if you don't believe in anything, I believe in you. I think you should continue thinking about where you should continue growing from here. I don't know you yet but I believe that you are out there, I'm writing this letter to you because as humans, we experience the highest highs and the lowest lows and I really hope that you are okay but if I'm honest, I'm writing this letter to provide myself with comfort, I just want to feel capable enough to be home to someone. I'm impatient, I wish to meet you right now but I'm lost with no direction. I go forward and live everyday as if I'm fine but as cheesy as it sounds your absence constricts my heart. I want to laugh and smile as if I don't miss you, as if I don't feel the emptiness without you. I silently call out for you on the loneliest of my nights, do you hear my heart? With every person I meet, I hope to find you but always find myself at the face of disappointment in the end. If you recognise me before I do, don't think about anything and please just hold my hand. You're still a dream due to which I sleep a lot. I'll be better only if I know that you exist and miss me even half as much as I do, that we'll meet someday. Will you even love me if we meet though? What's so loveable about me anyway? I'm sorry, this is not usually me, I'm just very pessimistic right now, I think the emotions and thoughts I buried deep down are coming to the surface because I'm desperate, I'm going to burst into flames if I don't get to hold you in my arms right now.

"Lately all I feel is bad and bruised, tired of tripping on my shoes but when she loves me, I feel like I'm floating. When she calls me 'pretty' I feel like somebody. Even when we fade eventually to nothing, you will always be my favorite form of loving." (This describes your person's feelings towards you especially right now and also during your relationship.)

Pile 2

Dear Y/N,

You feel so faraway, like the stars. I come from a family who's profession is to love, I can feel that you want this love right now, it aches my heart to think about you not feeling loved. Right now, I need you to try to understand yourself, face your deepest fears and the parts of yourself that you've picked up from people who have hurt you and did you wrong. Forgive your mother/father figure, it's not easy but I hope you still keep some distance from them. You need to connect to your inner child, you know... Nothing is more bitter than watching yourself lose the happiness that your dreams provide, little by little. I'll love you so much, you have no clue. I'm sure you're somewhere out there. So many things happened, you can't just forget them but I want you to heal yourself as much as you can. Do things that you really love, like listen to your favourite songs, dance, paint, go out with friends, watch movies but please take care of yourself, until I meet you, I'll wait, I'll work on my growth too.

Some of you have family issues and not only that but also friendship and relationship wounds, your person's higher self wants you to heal for yourself.

Falling in love - cigarettes after sex

Pile 3

Dear Y/N,

I believe it was love, destiny conspired against us though. I crave intimacy but what's between us scared me. It's difficult for me to move on if I keep on worrying about you. You know me better than I do, so why didn't you stop me back then? It was still destined for us to meet, looking at you brightened by days, now, I'm lost. I was happy only because of you. You even enter my dreams as if I don't miss you enough already. I'm sorry if what I'm writing isn't making any sense, I'm in a my sentiments right now. You taught me how to love myself, seeing you cry over me was hard for me too, forget me please, I can't look at you even when you're hurt or sick, you gotta take care of yourself. I'll have to remember you for longer than I knew you, how did you manage to do that to me in such a short amount of time? Do you actually care about me? I'm a disaster, why are you addicted to your own pain? Longing over me is going to hurt you. I can't bring myself to hurt you anymore but staying away from you seems to be hurting you enough, am I just thinking too much though or do you actually remember me the way I remember you? I don't know about that but what you're easily the only person who I feel so softly towards. I'm trying to find you in everyone else, it hurts. I'll be fine though, you too, don't wet your pillow over me, we were supposed to teach each other lessons, we've both been learning, goodbye, my love.

I'm getting a love that wasn't destined to last managing to change because of your feelings for each other. There's a chance that you have already met this person, choose another pile though, your future doesn't seem set in stone yet. I'm getting another person coming through for you too. This might be a letter from your fs to your future self too though.

I'm also getting 'hotel del luna' and 'while we were sleeping' vibes when it comes to the trope. You might relate to the female lead (Man wol) of hotel del luna. I'm feeling so emotional and having sudden mood swings while channeling right now. You both want each other to forget the other but at the same time want to be remembered? I'm not sure how to explain.

"Love is like that, it's hard for me."

Another day - Monday Kiz, Punch

It's you - Henry

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INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY.

a set of prompts featuring lyrics from the album of the same name by waterparks. may contain suggestive content. feel free to change things as needed for the sake of writing!

ST*RFUCKER

"I'm gonna move out of my loft and into a limousine."

"Jesus Christ won't text me back."

"I'll always be around, in fact."

"I'm climbing up your window now."

"It's been a pleasure, it's nice to meet you."

"Maybe I'm a soul-sucker."

"But you're just a star fucker."

"I bet you wouldn't ask me to do that by this time next year."

"You can't hide my face and save me for a rainy day."

"It don't go two ways."

"I don't wanna be toxic, I just wanna be honest."

"But this shit hurts like a comet."

"And it just hurts 'cause I want it."

REAL SUPER DARK

"I'm outta my cage, and I'm on the stage."

"I'm dying to give you a show."

"I'm alienated, way overrated."

"Here are a few of the notes."

"My fans are the best."

"They'd love me more dead."

"But baby, it's gettin' too loud."

"Yo, shut the fuck out of your mouth."

"Bite tongue 'till there's blood in my mouth."

"It freaks me out."

"It gets real super dark around the edge of my heart."

FUNERAL GREY

"Now I'm tripping off the deep end."

"So call me a Lyft or a black hearse."

"I know you'll make my head spin."

"What's your favorite color?"

"That's not a color, it's a shade."

"Don't disagree with me."

"And then she walked away."

"I didn't get her name."

"I can't explain the look on her face."

"She wore a sweater in summer weather."

"It was funeral grey."

"And now it's killing me."

"I just want you to be my next mistake that I'm gonna make."

"She walked in, took a hit."

"That shit is gonna kill you."

"Well now you're gonna die too."

"I said that you can call me, beep me if you want my skin."

"She rolled her eyes."

"I know your dying wish is to be baptized in my spit."

"Float my way, I'm melting for you."

BRAINWASHED

"What's up?"

"Hello, I'm tryna meet ya."

"Shocked at the words coming from my tongue."

"A language that I'm not familiar."

"Don't take it away."

'I wanna play."

"Where did the time fly?"

"What if I pray?"

"Hoping you'll stay into the daylight."

"Wait, what am I saying?"

"I feel insane."

"It's only been a couple days."

"I'm having the same thoughts, can't stop."

"Thinking you got me brainwashed."

"I'm see-through, need you."

"Why do I think you're so cool?"

"Everything's clean except for my thoughts."

"Thinking about me getting you off."

"It's been a week, I'm still at your house."

"I don't wanna leave, it's freaking me out."

"Why am I acting like that?"

"Are you really that funny, or am I hallucinating?"

"It's like my brain isn't mine."

"This syndrome feels Stockholm."

"Do you wanna keep me on lock, though?"

"Symmetrical feelings match best when we're staring at the ceiling."

2 BEST FRIENDS

"I'm trying to turn my mind off."

"But I don't know where to go when the night's long."

"I could have picked your body in a lineup."

"Now I'm sick of waiting on you to call."

"Yeah, I'm sick of playing it cool."

"So I went out with my two best friends."

"Tried anything not to think of you."

"It didn't work, and I feel like shit."

"Wake up tomorrow and try again."

"You hit back with the syntax."

"You treated my heart like a handbag."

"So now I'm solo when the night's cold."

"Yeah, I kissed a couple people, but they taste wrong."

END OF THE WATER (FEEL)

"If you feel it, then I feel it too."

"If you believe me, I could be your truth."

"If you need me, all I need is you."

"Why we ghost each other for a week at a time?"

"Make plans and let 'em fall through."

"I can't even call you, let alone call you mine."

"I can be nonchalant, if that's what you really want."

"But I'm just glad you and I are alive at the same time."

"We can't take back what we never gave."

"And that distance keeps us safe."

"But nobody told me that safe is so lonely."

"Can't we act like you and I are alive at the same time?"

"Do you feel it? 'Cause I feel it too."

"Do you need it? 'Cause I need it too."

SELF-SABOTAGE

"When we talk, I'm never wrong."

"Might unplug my phone at night."

"When you need me most, I'll miss that flight."

"Now we're at the part where you'll hate what you see."

"What the fuck is wrong with me?"

"I'm on my way to you, but I'll self-sabotage."

"So I might drive my car and crash into your garage."

"To get away from you, I'll self-sabotage."

"If you like when we talk, I'll dislocate my jaw."

"I'll piss you off and ask what's wrong."

"I want this to work so bad."

"But I want but I can't have."

"Make plans and break them to see what you say."

"'Cause you put on makeup and I'm still in bed."

RITUAL

"Gotta clear my front lawn off."

"Melatonin, eyes feel heavy tonight."

"I could sleep for weeks."

"Don't look for me."

"They're killing me when I'm fast asleep."

"Are you hearing me?"

"I'm living fucking betrayed."

"Living like I'm dead and on my own."

FUCK ABOUT IT

"I like you but I need some space."

"I like you kinda far away."

"It's not that hard to kill a day looking at your face."

"I like you but I need some room."

"It doesn't always stay that way."

"I hate the aftertaste."

"I don't wanna leave you hangin' on."

"But when we fight, it's like a marathon."

"Give me three days alone."

"We can fuck about it later, if you want."

"It's all we really do when something's wrong."

"You don't seem to like it when we talk."

"I guess I'll see you later."

"Because we never fix the problems that we've got."

"You've been at my crib for like the seventh day up in a row."

"You've been doing silly things like checking who I follow."

"I won't lie to you."

"It's like scars on my wrist."

CLOSER

"Nothing stays the same."

"I feel love a different way."

"I got my space, but what did I pay for you?"

"'Cause I love you, or I want to."

"But I don't know how."

"I need to really feel you."

"But we're running around."

"Is it easy now?"

"You only hit me in the evening."

"I need you closer."

"I need it over."

"There's nothing left to let go."

"It's the darkest afterglow."

"Maybe in another life, we can try and get us right."

"You're the holiday I celebrate too late."

"You're the eyes I gave up trying to captivate."

"You're the song I loved but then overplayed."

"I'm the b-side throwaway."

"I hope you never rain on my charade."

"I've been fucked so much that I no longer wait."

"I sabotage and break my own heart just in case."

"Will it kill me in the evening that I let you down?"

NIGHT OUT ON EARTH

"Am I missing out?"

"Am I having fun?"

"Is it just me, or is it everyone?"

"The love I get is virtual."

"Now Jesus hates my guts."

"It's getting personal."

"It's a night out on earth."

"The last one for a while, can't get worse."

"Now if I ever feel jealous, I just turn it into lyrics."

"I turn pain into rain and sing along."

"I wear all my red flags like a cape."

"Life gave me lemons, now I bleed lemonade."

"It gets so fucking hot under all this shade."

"Everywhere I walk's a toxic parade."

"The glove don't fit, but I wear it anyway."

"It's a hell of a time."

"Was I loved, or was I right?"

"Am I gonna go to hell in my sleep?"

"Or will God forgive me?"

"I gotta hide everybody that I like."

"Because everyone I know knows another me."

"It's getting hard to keep track of everything I keep locked behind my back."

"I'm leaving when the night goes."

"I ain't gonna let go."

SNEAKING OUT OF HEAVEN

"When we fuck, it feels like I'm struck by your lightning."

"They say I'm brainwashed, yeah I might be."

"I built a secret room for you."

"Just one more chance to adore you."

"If you're toxic, I'll wear a hazmat."

"Do you think God knows?"

"You've been sneaking out of heaven."

"Were his eyes closed?"

"There's no way He's just letting you fall from the stars."

"I swear to God my heart's gonna pop."

"If I'm not brainwashed, man, I'm trying to be."

"Swallow my shoes and my car keys."

"I don't need those, 'cause I won't leave."

"I'll have to jump the gates when I die."

"Go to my place, and you put away your halo."

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