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surshica · 1 year

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RUMOR HAS IT..

: CL16

genre: fluff,angst? (if you squint),social media (smau) + written

warnings: translated french and korean,cussing

A/N: imma just add angst just in case i forget but if you squint maybe it’ll be there? also broken humor here i made this in the morning soo excuse any typos..not proofread btw!

synopsis: charles is in a new relationship with a runway model and fashion icon reader—all is well until a rumor comes around saying he is cheating on you with your bestie.. (fc: tingting_lai)

yourusername

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yourusername yacht trips with you are always wonderful <3

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yourbestie y’all are so cute it makes me wanna puke <3

alex_albon werent you there with them…

yourbestie yeah but that doesn’t mean i wasnt third wheeling half the time…

yourusername you literally invited your bf..

yourbestie he fell asleep 😒

arthur_leclerc …slanderous.

charles_leclerc everyday with you is a wonder day mon ange <3

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pierregasly i think imma throw up

maxverstappen1 me too

landonorris me three

charles_leclerc go away.😐

f1wags beautiful as always!!

user5 check your dms bestie…

user3 drop the workout routine.

user2 okay BUT how does he bag someone like you. TELL ME THE SECRETS

user4 right the math isn’t mathing !

user1 he fr must of bribed her with like a castle in monaco or smthing

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yourusername i wish 🫤 i kinda just got stuck babysitting him

charles_leclerc that’s not true and you know that…

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f1wags

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f1wags was dmed a photo of what looks to be yourbestie and charles staring at eachother lovingly while yn is away! is this the case of playboy charles returning after years of being in a relationship with yn 👀😉🫣

user1 doesn’t yourbestie have a bf…

user6 yeah and it’s charles’ brother!!

user5 SOMETHING DOESNT FEEL RIGHT

user1 nah..she a brother hopper😭, yn and arthur deserve better

user8 idk where yall seeing the love like eye contact because i for-one do not see it!!

user9 RIGHT like it doesn’t make sense, it was yourbestie who introduced charles to yn so why would she want to get with him now when she had all those years ago to get with him? ppl making stuff up.

user8 it’s like you were reading my mind!

user10 it shouldn’t be our business too!

user3 PIERRE LIKED THIS?!:!he probably knows something we don’t…

user5 @pierregasly spill the beans mister; i know you know all the f1 gossip

user4 okay but why did yn like it too? does she know something too?

user2 yn liking this is definitely giving hot girl revenge arc!!

yourusername now wtf is this?

user13 SHE REPLIED. OMG SHE KNOWS.

user4 YN REVENGE ARC YESSS

user3 charles gonna regret he hurt this girls feelings

user9 we love a good villain arc!

user10 her replying is iconic

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yourbestie cheers to an 14 year friendship! you truly are the world to me, you are like the sister i’ve always wanted. i cherish every memory with you, i am greatful for everything you do for me! i can’t wait to see what the future leads us too~ 너무 사랑해요!! i love you so much

yourusername YOURE SO ADORABLE. :( i wish you weren’t busy so we could hang out today, 나는 당신을 더 사랑 !!! i love you more

yourbestie I KNOW IM SORRY something came up last minute but i promise to make it up to you in a girls day<3

yourusername yeah you better.

yourbestie anything for you!

yourusername @charles_leclerc take notes!

charles_leclerc you two are literally just flirting with eachother in the comments…what more do you want me to do:(

arthur_leclerc feel my pain

user3 aint no way she posted this while quiet literally fcking her bff’s bf behind her back..

user7 THIS IS SO CUTE IM SOBBING

user12 not until you find out she flirting with charles.

user9 can y’all take these negative ass comments somewhere else and just enjoy the fact ITS AN 14 YR FRIENDSHIP.

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user13 i want what they have.

user4 brother hopper!!!😂

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f1wags charles leclerc and your bestie spotted roaming around monaco ‼️ charles and your bestie were reported to go on a shopping spree and they looked very happy and giggly. reportedly they came out of cartier with two bags, both were holding a bag. maybe this a sign that these two are actually together 👀🔥

user1 no fcking way..

user3 ON THE FRIEND-VERSARY ??

user6 didn’t she tell yn she was busy..

user13 busy fcking charles..thats for sure

user5 this is more disgusting than i thought

user9 imma give them the benefit of the doubt maybe we weren’t supposed to see these photos!!

user10 we should fr respect their privacy, idc if he is cheating on her or not this is fr creepy.

user7 okay but coming out of Cartier with bags?! now i’m even more suspicious..

user11 i feel so bad for yn and arthur, the fact they liked this too. they need to find better bf and gf fr😭

yourusername 진심이야, 이거 진짜야? 🫠 seriously, is this real?

arthur_leclerc lets not get ahead of ourselves, you guys don’t know what’s going on..

user6 arthur you know what is going on between these two? and what they are doing together?

arthur_leclerc yeah, i know the plans but i don’t like that you guys are jumping to conclusions like this

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a small pout formed onto your lips, ohone in hand screen frozen on the f1wag page. a part of you wanted to be in disbelief of what you saw. charles had told you that he something important to do and bestie name had said she was busy as well. the dots were slowly connecting as if it was a game of squares.

the thought of your boyfriend of almost two and a half years cheating on you with your best friend was not a pleasing thought, scowling at the idea of it. you were sitting down on the couch knees tucked into you, your head resting on them staring down at the phone screen. dozens of thoughts flooded your brain.

is he cheating on me? how long? does arthur know he is being cheated on? are they for sure cheating on me? they’re childhood friends i don’t think he is cheating on me! bestie name doesn’t even like charles like that! am i being played? the thoughts had flooded your brain you had completely forgotten to get ready. the vibration of your phone had broken you out of your dazed state. looking at the caller id it was him. it was charles, the words in bold “lover boy<3” had popped up with a cute picture of him. pressing the accept button you put it on speaker,

yn : hello?

lover boy<3 : mon ange! are you ready?

yn : ..uh yeah im almost ready!

lover boy<3 : okay i’ll be there to pick you up in 15 minutes~

his voice sounded deeper through the phone, a small smile formed onto your lips

yn : where did you go charlie? you’ve been out for a while..

lover boy<3 : have i? désolé chérie je devais faire quelque chose d'important, sorry honey i had to do something important why? are you worried about me? how sweet

charles had a small smirk formed on his lips, he just dropped off your bestie name at her house as he called you.

yn : who said that? no i was just curious, thats all.

yn’s smile slowly formed back to a pout. he didn’t tell her but rather just said something important, it didn’t make her feel any better.

yn : (sigh)

lover boy<3 : what’s wrong mon-

yn : 꿀 honey i’ll you back i need to go to the bathroom.

you quickly ended the call ruffling your hair taking in a deep inhale before getting up to go get ready quickly.

after rummaging through your closet you found a cute brown pleated skirt, to match with it you grabbed a white tank top and black and white cardigan with a black beret. looking at the mirror you smiled at the outfit heading to the bathroom to do some quick makeup. nothing too fancy

charles furrowed his brows at the erupted ending of the call. he didn’t think much of it shrugging it off. maybe you were just tired was a thought he had, not once did he think you found out he was with your bestie name.

you had just finished in time, charles texted you that he was outside. grabbing a small purse putting your wallet and phone in there pranced your way to the front putting on a pair of brown boots you had just bought. the walk to the car felt dreadful. the more you stepped closer more thoughts flew over your head, you were starting to convince yourself that maybe he was cheating on you with her.

you needed to shake the idea out of your head and you had to do it now, your hand was on the car door handle but you hesitated. charles noticed your hesitation, his brows furrowed some more as he leaned over to the other seat opening the door for you. “mon angé are you alright?” he watched you climb into the seat buckling up. one thing about charles, he is a person who is very expressive from the body language to the faces to the voice itself. yn looked at him placing a small peck on his cheek, “yeah im just a little tired that’s all”

charles stared you down he was trying to see if you were lying or not, “well tu sais tu peux toujours me dire n'importe quoi mon ange, si ça te dérange tellement dis le moi. you know you can always tell me anything my angel, if it bothers you so much tell me.” he tucked a piece of your hair behind your exposing your cheek that got what felt like a genuine kiss. the ride to wherever you were going was suffocating, both of you hated it. you cleared your thought brushing your hand against his free hand. “so mister charles where was this important place you went to today?” you wanted answers so you kept pushing for him to tell the truth.

charles quickly looked and you before looking back at the road, “if i tell you where i was and what i was doing it wouldn’t be a secret mon ange!” he was being very smiley, your lips formed an o shape. “why do you wanna know? are you trying to stalk me?” charles snickered his shoulders slowly bouncing up and down. you shook your head clearing your throat, “i don’t need to do that i already have someone for that..” your tone was bitterly.

you were staring out the window, you didn’t want to bare the sight of him. what if questions flew everywhere you got more upset with yourself you didn’t want them, charles noticed the shift in attitude; “mon ange seriously tell me what’s wrong,” concern laced his voice as he grabbed your hand placing mini kisses on them “, i don’t like seeing you upset. i can any questions you have just talk to me..”

a sigh escaped your lips looking at the pouty monegasque, “why were you with bestie name today? she said she was busy and you said you had an important thing to do today. are the two of you you kn—” your throat throbbed as each word managed to escape your throat, “what?” was all charles could reply with, he quickly parked the car before facing yn.

“rumor has it you were with bestie name today at a mall together..there of pictures of the two of you together charlie” his grip on your hands tightened as each word flowed out of your mouth. “chérie im not cheating on you with bestie name, i would never.” his heart broke seeing you think of all that, “okay but what was important that the two of you had to go to the mall together?” you just wanted to few reassurance.

“well..fuck i cant say it but its a surpise. you weren’t supposed to see those photos seriously, im not cheating on you when i went to the mall with her earlier. we went to go get some gifts for arthur you can even ask him mon amor!” he watched as her shoulders that were tensed up became relaxed. “oh. i’m sorry that i jumped to conclusions so fast it wa—”

charles chuckled letting go of her hand, “it’s okay mon ange. its those stupid fan accounts fault for making you think that.” he said getting out of the car to go open the door for you.

he had taken you to a nice small cafe, it wasn’t very popular but it was one of your favorites. the honey outside atmosphere was definitely to die for, the way green plants coated everywhere. the two of you sat at what was a four person table. pointing at the two empty seats charles just smiled, “two people will be joining us but they’re running a little late..”

“i didnt get to say this but you look beautiful my love” charles who grabbed your hand the table fiddling with it. “am i never beautiful to you?” you scoffed playfully—charles was taken aback from that comment “no no you’re always beautiful you just look extra beautiful!” charles justified or well he believed. “so you don’t think i’m extra beautiful whenever?” you pouted playfully. charles who was lost for words “no you are just so—you know what i mean mon amour!!” he sighed frustratedly causing you to giggle at his frustration.

“you’re so mean mon chérie~” he scrunched up his face to make it look like he was upset, “i’m not mean you are just easy to pick at!” you justified, “mean.” “no” “mean” “no” “charlie we sound like children..” “well you started it” he smirked making you roll your eyes at him. a comfortable silence fell between the two, you started to believe the other two were just not going to come at all.

“you have pretty eyes charlie” you blurted out without a care, a blush crept onto his face. he didn’t know if it was the compliment or if it was the fact you were staring at him as if he was the only thing that mattered in the world, maybe it was both. “you think so chérie?” he felt the grip of his hand that had been interlocked with yours tighten. “i don’t think so i know so” she had such loving stares it made charles weak to his knees. the stares she gives him make his heart flutter like a teenage boy seeing his school crush, he was always lost for words, he was little butter melting in your touch and stares.

the truth is, he was upset with himself finding out that you had these thoughts, these thoughts that he was cheating on you with your best friend. he wanted to get you a gift and he didn’t want to fuck it up; he believed bringing someone who you held dear to your heart and who knew you best would’ve been the right choice—he didn’t think once you would take it as him cheating on you with her bestie. it hurt him inside.

he had always wanted to show you how appreciative he was of you, he never had the time but now he does. you do so much for him and he wants to thank you for that, the states you give him; they were loving and warmly. the way you love him throughout his career taking time to visit his races it did something to him. from how you looked at him, touched him, smiled and laughed at his jokes, how you talk about him so much to family, how you make playlist about him, and even made sure he felt like he was the priority in everything—it did something for him. since the first day he met you he knew you were the one for him.

the way you made sure you’re there for him after the races and that you were okay made his heart skip beats. he had always felt like the knight in shining armor in previous relationships but with you he felt like the princess and you were the knight. he loved everything about that; it was something new to him something he never would’ve thought he would love. the small cartier box warmed in his pockets. you are always doing stuff for him he just wants to do one simple thing for you, is that too much for him to ask for? he knew he had to wait for arthur and bestie name to get here but he seriously couldn’t.

he thought any longer he waited he would spill the beans about everything, “chérie you know how much i love you right?” his lips parted as his hand slowly made his way to his pocket grabbing the small cartier box. “always know, you tell me like every hour even on the race track” you had teased a smile evident on your lips. “tu sais à quel point je t'aime mais sais-tu à quel point je t'aime ? Je te chéris tellement, j'aime tout ce que tu fais pour moi, j'aime la façon dont tu es toujours là pour moi, peu importe à quel point je fais mal sur la piste de course ou je suis contrarié. tu fais tellement pour moi, c'est vraiment comme un cadeau! you know how much i love you but do you know how much i love you? I cherish you so much, I love everything you do for me, I love how you are always there for me no matter how badly I do on the racetrack or how upset I am. you do so much for me, it's really like a gift.”

“tu es un cadeau que je dois protéger de tout ce qui arrive, je n'ai jamais été doué avec les mots mais chaque fois que tu es avec moi, je fond. tu as sur moi cet effet que je n'avais jamais ressenti auparavant dans les relations que j'avais. you are a gift that i have to protect from everything that happens, i have never been good with words but every time you are with me i melt. you have this effect on me that i have never felt before in the relationships i had.” charles titled his head to the side closing his eyes taking a deep breathe, “charlie what’s this about?” you had questioned sitting up properly instead of slouching. “just promise me something mon amour. promise me that you will be with me no matter how hard times are.” charles slowly pulled out the red velvet textured box from his pocket.

it was a small rectangular box with gold like lettering saying “cartier”. charles had placed it into your hands, “you do so much for me so the least i could do is buy a promise ring.” his voice turned soft, it was silky soft. the box on the other hand was in your grasp you were staring at it, a prominent smile rushed to your face, “charlie..” you had opened the box to see a singular gold band with jewels graves into it, “its a promise ring, a promise that i will love you endlessly.” charles held up his hand showing how he was already wearing his.

“its beautiful…charlie. i love it” you took the ring out of the box putting it on a one your right index finger, “and i promise to love you endlessly.” a blush creeped onto your cheeks, “thank you 아기. 사랑해요 baby. i love you” charles wasnt fluent i.n korean that’s for sure but he knows how to say he loves you, “i love you too mon ange.” he grabbed your hand with the ring on it placing a soft kiss, smiling to himself.

“CHARLES I TOLD YOU WAIT TILL WE GOT HERE.” you heard your bestie name’s voice boom near you, it startled you but it made you giggle. “well you two were taking too long and i got impatient…hurry up next time” he scoffed, your bestie name didn’t let that slide and she started to punch him lightly. “i hope you didn’t fuck it up. be glad i went with you to get the proper ring size!” your bestie grabbed his ear and the two started to fight.

it truly did feel like home with them, “i’m guessing he gave you the ring?” arthur said standing behind you with his hands in his pockets, “you knew?” yn looked at him your lips forming an a line. “of course i knew thats why i tried to defend them but it was no use at that point, people jump to conclusions too much” he shortened a chuckle. “yeah you’re right they do.”

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charles_leclerc its always rumor charles is cheating on his gf but never rumor has it that charles is still and forever madly in love with his girlfriend of two years.

user8 SEE YALL WERE WRONG ADMIT IT.

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user9 they’ll forever be happily in love yall are just haters!!

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user10 my cuties ㅠㅠ

user15 charles yn defender till i die.

user4 SO CUTE OMG

user1 is that a promise ring?? that’s so..i’m melting

yourusername 나는 내 아름다운 소년을 너무 사랑 !! <3 i love my beautiful boy so much

maxverstappen1 soo i dont get to yell at him for cheating on you?:(

yourusername LMAOO NO

charles_leclerc HUH WHATD I MISS MAXIE?

maxverstappen1 🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️

user13 get me someone who looks at me the way charles looks at yn.

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pierregasly listen if charles was gonna fumble this one i would whole heartily become a homie hopper‼️

lewishamiliton agreed

charles_leclerc i know where the both of you live…

lilymhe stop i was ready to fight him after what i saw. the two of you are so cute !

charles_leclerc WHY IS EVERYONE TRYING TO FIGHT ME OR STEAL MY GF??

yourbestie okay where is my thank you? i helped you 😒

charles_leclerc do you not see these comments??

yourbestie i agree tho if you fumbled her i would’ve ended you🤷‍♀️

landonorris we need you on the grid more

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yourusername 기다리는 자에게 좋은 일이 생긴다<3 good things happen to those who wait<3

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arthur_leclerc SEE THEY CAME OUT GOOD!

yourusername thank you my little photographer!!

charles_leclerc i thought i was your photographer?

yourusername you were busy fighting bestie name…

yourbestie so beautiful they grow up so fast ㅠㅠ

charles_leclerc the loml truly is beautiful ❤️

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lesbolieeh · 11 months

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Margarita (m)

Inexperienced!Subby!Jihyo ✦ Experienced!Fem!Reader

WC—4.7 ✦ k

WARNING—sex w/ a woman for the first time ✦ very intimate not-kinky sex ✦ praising ✦ body worship ✦ oral (giving, receiving) ✦ face-sitting (receiving) ✦ 69 ✦ fingering (giving, receiving) ✦ multiple orgasms (giving) ✦ nipple play ✦ hickeys (giving, receiving) ✦ pet names (baby, babe) ✦ brief dirty talk ✦ breath play & masturbation if you squint ✦ crying ✦ mentions of alcohol consumption

THEMES—nsfw ✦ first girl crush au ✦ summer love ✦ friends to ...? ✦ a bit angsty at times

NOW PLAYING—Mystery of Love ✦ Sufjan Stevens

A/N. this was the first time I tried writing a smut that didn't have any clear power dynamics and I rly liked writing it! I don't think all smut needs to have a dom x sub. So to those of you requesting smut, don't feel pressured to pick "kinky" stuff like spanking, bondage, "mommy", choking etc because oral, 69, fingering, hickeys, body worship, praising etc can be picked as "kinks" too — besides I'm a smut writer I can't judge u lmaooo

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"I'm sorry I didn't say it earlier," you heard Jihyo's voice from beside you. You two were sitting on a bench in the park you two had first hung out. Dahyun, your best friend, and you had been sitting at a bar and Jihyo had been there too — except with the company of a tall dude. She had been too distracted looking at him and you had been too distracted laughing at one of your comedian bestie's jokes, which resulted in Jihyo walking into you, spilling both of your drinks in the process. Like the decent people you both were, you apologized and even proposed repaying each other and smiled when you realized that you both had ordered margaritas.

So you drank margaritas all night, forgetting about then saying bye to Dahyun and that guy, until the bar closed and you decided to buy this one special large sized margarita to share at the park not too far away. By the end of the laugh-filled night (which quickly turned into morning), you had a feeling that you'd see each other a lot more afterwards. And you were right. Ever since that sunrise told you to part ways and leave one big margarita glass by the bar's door, you had made it a tradition to buy one every Friday to share as you chat and giggle on the same bench at the same park under the moonlight until another sunrise would tell you it's time to go.

As you had gotten to know each other, you found out the guy at the bar was her boyfriend Daniel, and she found out you were going to leave Korea at the end of the summer. After that, you'd made a promise you'd try to spend as much time together as possible over the sweet summer before you'd fly away.

"Are you drunk?" you asked, shaking your head at her words.

One day she'd called you over to her place, crying on the phone. Her then-boyfriend had broken up with her, claiming she didn't show him love. But the part that shocked you was that she confessed he was right. So why had she been crying? A guy she didn't have feelings for broke up with her...that wasn't a bad thing, right?

"No."

"I saw a margarita on your story before you got here. You know I'm very familiar with JYP bar."

"It was margarita, yes, but it was alcohol-free."

"Oh."

"I know you're going away next week but I needed to tell you before I lost the chance to say it."

"Damn."

"I know. I'm fucking sorry but I've never had feelings for a woman before. Shit, I didn't even know I was into women but it explains why I never had strong feelings for any of my exes."

She looked down at your hand, feeling tears building up in her eyes. Fuck. Not only had she confessed to you but you didn't seem to reciprocate. Fuck. Had she ruined the last week with you?

"I like you too."

"W-What..." she stuttered, beginning to smile for the first time tonight.

You put your hand on hers, intertwining your fingers, "Let's make the best out of this last week we have together."

She intertwined your fingers in return, looking at them and smiling big. "Yes."

As to not waste time, you took a cab to her place immediately. Typical queer stereotype to move on to sex so damn fucking fast. Well, typically queer people in a conservative country have a harder time confessing to each other in fear of rejection and possible hate crime, so when you finally muster up courage and get accepted, you often feel the need to move quickly to make up for all the time you could've but didn't spend together. And you two only had a week left together, might as well fuck every day since you hadn't done that even once over the whole damn fucking summer. What a fucking waste to overthink and overanalyze possible outcomes of a confession to the point that you delay the confession until one week before one of you has to leave the country. So fucking typical that two women who like each other don't say shit because they don't want to make the other person uncomfortable or ruin the perfect fucking connection they have with one another. Fuck.

Soon as you stepped foot into your apartment, you locked the door and captured her lips with yours. It was the first kiss she'd ever shared with a woman and she wanted to melt into you and stay lips to lips forever. So this was how a kiss should feel? All this time she had thought she was weird for not liking kissing or foreplay but now she understood what the problem was: she had never genuinely liked any of her previous partners. You took a few steps, not letting go of her lips, until Jihyo's back met the wall. She smiled with a blush. She had never smiled into a kiss before. But she felt...happy? Maybe just content? Or maybe she just felt good that she's doing shit people her age should be doing: making out with people they find attractive? Eh, maybe she was just exaggerating because this was a new experience for her? (No, her happiness was not an exaggeration.)

Then you put your hands on her cheeks gently. Gently, as in to feel her softness, feel her skin, feel her smile on your hands. In the past, her exes had put their hands on her face to keep her from breaking the kiss or to assert dominance. Damn. These fuckers had no idea what they were doing. But you... You made her smile! You made her blush. You made her feel comfortable and beautiful.

After a while you broke the kiss, Jihyo's lips following yours in the air, which made her a bit embarrassed until you said "Shall we continue?" with a soft voice that made her feel safe and not judged. Jihyo nodded, giggling when you held your hands out for her to carry her bridal style. Height was actually an insecurity of hers but this action made her feel small in a good way, in a way that made her feel beautiful actually. Then she began blushing again, realizing you were carrying her to your bedroom, a place you'd only ever hung out at to talk, drink something that wasn't margarita or do the most random shit you'd think of when you were bored at night after a long day of work.

But now this casual, 'friend' place would be where you were going to have sex. It made her smile. Oh how many times she'd imagined you two fucking and cuddling on this very bed. You weren't just walking into the bedroom, you were carrying her as if she were your bride. Holy shit. As soon as you were inside you put her down on the bed and sat down next to her.

"I think we should talk about preferences and boundaries before we continue," you said because communication is key (lmao). "I can start," you knew she'd most likely be too embarrassed to tell everything if she went first, "My main thing is I really like oral and fingering and I usually cum from clit stimulation rather than penetration. I tend to take more initiative during sex, but I am open to you doing that if you'd like. Actually there doesn't need to be any power roles in sex we can just have fun either way. Also I really like talking during sex. Hmm... I prefer not doing any anal stuff on me, if you would like me to do that on you I'm OK with that. I do own a toy collection at home so if you have any vibrators I'm OK with using that too." During your little speech Jihyo was smiling and trying not to blush, never hearing this type of conversation before (you don't hear the word 'sex' much in Korea). "I also would like to talk...during, hum, sex," she felt pressure with what to say, scared you would forever judge her based on the next words that would come out her mouth. You noticed she avoided eye contact, seeming nervous. "Jihyo, I'm no angel, you know. As long as you're not into rape I will not judge your preferences or boundaries," you held her hand, squeezing it lightly. She took a breath, bit more relaxed at the physical touch, "Mm, I like intimacy, like eye contact and such. Maybe hugging each other? I like both clit stimulation and penetration. I've never done this with a girl before so I would be more comfortable if you lead more I think." Her ears were red as were her cheeks. You brought her small hand to your face and kissed the back of it, which didn't help with her blush but at least it made her feel cared for (and wet).

You opened her hand and kissed each finger before putting her hand against your cheek to lean on. Jihyo put her other hand on your other cheek, leaning in to kiss you, smiling against each other. Kissing her felt like walking on clouds. Fluffy, pastel colored clouds. You continued kissing her, wanting to make sure she was wet and excited before you did anything to her (the last thing you wanted was to make her fake orgasm) and she only appreciated the longer fore play.

"May I?" you asked between kisses, pulling lightly on the bottom of her shirt to which she nodded still smiling. Maybe the margarita she had earlier wasn't alcohol-free since she was smiling so damn much. She almost felt embarrassed at her actions until you mirrored her expression and smiled too as you gave a few more kisses to her lips, reassuring her that smiling is never a bad action. She was so pretty. Her tan skin glowed like gold. Pulling her by her her thighs onto your lap so she was taller (lol), you had better access to her collarbones and chest and started kissing her neck lightly and hugging her waist closer to you. Her heart was beating fast, never looking forward to sex this much before. For every kiss you placed on her neck and down to her shoulder, she felt wetter and wetter. You started teasing her tit under her bra, as your other hand went down her pants to her lower back, not yet going to her butt or underwear, all while you kept kissing her collarbones so gently. She put her hands on your hair and started pushing your head to the tit that wasn't getting any attention, too shy to actually say what she wants. You got the memo and started kissing the part of her boob that was exposed from the bra but it wasn't enough so Jihyo took off her bra completely, showing her breathtakingly beautiful boobs. You started kissing harder on her boob, ignoring the nipple for now to tease her. When you heard her gasping and whining you gained confidence and started sucking on her nipple and pinching the other, while unbuttoning her pants with one hand (which was hard but you managed after a few seconds thankfully).

She got off your lap and you helped her take off her tight pants, leaving her in her blue underwear before pulling her back on your lap. You kissed her on her lips, she smiled and took off your shirt, hoped you couldn't see her blush. She was a bit shy now, having never seen a woman's tits in a sexual context before. You giggled, making her pout, and you placed her hand on your boob. Wow. It was softer than she thought; she was so used to the softness of feeling her own boobs that when she touched your boobs she was amazed by the feeling. No wonder people love boobs so much! She brought her other hand to play with both your boobs, exploring and enjoying. You on the other hand, began to touch and grab her lush, thick thighs. After feeling all her curves and edges you moved one hand to her inner thigh and felt something wet. Jihyo was a bit embarrassed. She had gotten so wet it was dripping down the inside of her thighs. "Aw, so wet for me already, Baby?" you looked up at her with a genuine smile, proud. She nodded, trying not to look you in the eyes. "I love it." She nodded again, now going down to suck on your tits to avoid looking you in the eyes. Now it was your turn to make noise, Jihyo not going gentle. You looked down at her, "You look so pretty from this point of view." She looked up at you, her mouth still on your skin. "Thank you." You put some hair away from her face, then resting your hand on her cheek to move her to your other boob that hadn't felt any oral stimulation yet. Your fingertips ghosted over her back, making her shiver slightly, before resting on her butt, grabbing and playing with it. She moaned against your boob accidentally using her teeth a bit, you moaned too.

You started feeling under the fabric covering her intimate parts, but only under the edge to tease her. Jihyo was getting needy and impatient. She got off your lap to take off your pants, and before you knew it you were stood staring at each other in only underwear. You opened your arms for her and hugged her closely, just breathing in each others arms, kissing her shoulder or your collarbone randomly. She looked you in the eyes and felt regret; regret that she or you hadn't confessed earlier. You too. You had liked her since the beginning but you had been scared of rejection or ruining such a good friendship. But you had each other now and that was all that mattered. Better late than never, right? You held each others soft cheeks and almost communicated with your eyes, I never want this to end, and kissed each other. This time it was more desperate and with roaming hands all over each others bodies before you led her to the bed to lay down. This was the bed that you two had laid on to watch movies on Netflix and Disney+, play drinking games during the movie which resulted in at least two empty soju bottles next to the bed. Now this would be the bed you would fuck in. She was ready because she also remembered every time you would go to the bathroom and she would wait in bed and look at your butt as you walked away and question if she was into girls or just liked looking at your butt out of curiosity. And you remembered every time she would go to the bathroom or to the kitchen to grab us a snack, and you would have a pep talk with yourself about telling her about your little crush. And now you were here. In that same bed. Filled with memories. But now with you two almost naked. Her on her back and you sat between her legs.

You kissed her one more time on her lips before moving down, placing butterfly kisses all the way down her chest to her stomach and stopping right above her core. She looked at you, expecting you to remove her undies. You lowered the underwear, she was breathing louder, you stopped when her hip bone was exposed, kissed it, then let the fabric cover her again. Jihyo whined. You smiled against her skin, kissing down her leg and to her inner thigh, giving an experimental lick. "Please." The wetness between your legs was getting uncomfortable at this point and you wanted to just take off your panties and sit on her face but you had to suppress your intrusive thoughts and be slow and gentle since this was your first time together — it was also her first time ever with a woman — so you just pressed your thighs against each other for the slightest stimulation. "Please what, Baby?" you asked kissing her other inner thigh, grabbing both of them with your hands. "Ngh— Can you— Can you touch it?" You gave one more big kiss to her thigh before moving to her face, "Anything for you," you pecked her lips. She opened her legs wider as you went down to give you more space, you looked at her before going down and pulling down her panties, her wetness sticking to them. You threw them away to some corner in the room and put your face in front of her pussy. She held out her hand towards you and you smiled, grabbing it before putting small kisses on her lips, avoiding her clit and slit for now. Jihyo was gasping and blushing. You pushed your tongue lightly through her slit and up to her clit, she squeezed your hand. You started kissing on her slit and clit too, gently, worshipping her body. She whined. "Please, ____." You kissed her clit, you looked at her, "Please, what, Baby?" She felt too shy to say it so she just put her free hand on your hair and pushed your face in her pussy. You took the hint and began licking. She felt relieved to finally being stimulated more harshly like she had craved all this time, accidentally pulling your hair. Pulling your hair wasn't an issue but it was hurting a bit so you held her wrist to tell her. "Oh sorry, Babe, I was getting carried away," Jihyo apologised, now moving your hair away from your eyes. You smiled. Omg she called you "Babe"!! You were determined to make her cum with only your mouth at least once before you finger her. "I love your taste, Baby," you whispered before going back to licking her luscious pussy. She blushed. You pulled her thighs closer to you, wanting to feel her softness on your neck and shoulders. This made Jihyo blush more but also more confident. You held eye contact with each other, hands intertwined, your other hand playing with her boob and pinching her nipple. "You look really pretty from this point of view," she said with a smirk. You smiled, arching your back so she had an even prettier view. She gulped. Everything was getting dizzy. Her clit was being licked exactly how she liked it and you noticed so you kept that same pace. Her chest was getting red and hot. Her hand was sweaty. Her moans were stuck in her throat. Her breathing was irregular. Her view was breathtaking. She saw your hand reaching down between our legs, playing with yourself while eating Jihyo out. She pushed you closer to her pussy, thighs closing in on you, hand squeezing yours harder, head falling back, eyes closed, she saw white. You continued riding her orgasm out with your gentle tongue until she felt overstimulated and unclenched her thighs from you.

As she regained her breathing to normal, you crawled up to lay beside her and hug her, pulling her into your chest. She put her face in your neck, taking in your scent and warmth. You weren't sure how high her sex drive was or if she liked cumming multiple times since you forgot to ask during your sex discussion so you thought this was enough for your first time together. But then Jihyo did something. She sat up, pulled off your underwear, proud when she noticed the wet stain, threw the panties away. This night was not over yet. She kissed your cheek and then moved around until her face was above your pussy and her pussy was in front of your face. "Please, let me know if I'm doing alright or if I should do something else," was the last thing she said before she lowered her head to your pussy and began licking. "Fuck." You didn't realise how wet you had become until now when the smallest of touch from her tongue had you moaning. "Baby, go slow, please." She whined back in response, only giving you kitten licks and holding back from devouring the sweet taste of pussy for the first time. You began kissing her inner thighs, making her twitch a bit from sensitivity. "Can I eat your pussy again or do you need some time?" Jihyo blushed. How can you say such words so neutrally? Mhm, she nodded and moaned against your pussy, which sent vibrations against your clit. You pushed her pussy closer to your face and began kissing it again. Jihyo whined against your pussy, she loved this feeling of a little "foreplay" on the pussy before licking it hard. She noted that she should start off slow next time she gives you head.

You noticed that although you pushed her pussy towards you, she still kept it in the air, not sitting on your face. "Baby, you can sit on you face," you encouraged her and gave a big kiss to her clit. She finally sat down on your face and you began licking between her lips deeper and quicker. She couldn't help but keep moaning against your pussy, and the vibrations felt so good, making you moan on her too. You began moving your hands on her thighs up to her ass, keeping them there and just grabbing the fatness. She was feeling a bit jealous because you could touch her all you wanted while she had to hold herself up on her arms which was getting harder and harder. She let go of your clit, sat up on your chest, "Babe, can I be on the bottom?" You smiled at her, "Of course, Baby." She just plopped down on the bed with a smile, comfortable now that she didn't need to use her arm muscles. "You're too cute." "Thank you, ____." You flipped around and moved your pussy to her face, her eyes lightening up. Before you even sat down she grabbed your hips and pushed you down, impatient and needy to have the experience of a woman sitting on her face. You were more experienced in this and laid down comfortably, spreading her legs to eat her out too. Your pussies were prepared and didn't need any of the gentle kissing or kitten licks anymore, you opting to lick fast and deep between her folds, and her licking fast but gently on your clit in a steady pace. To Jihyo's surprise, you began grinding on her face, making her proud she was taking you there. Moaning and shaking, it was getting hard to focus on pleasuring each other.

So, you sat up on the bed, beside Jihyo. She was breathing heavily, confused, whining, "Why?" You kissed her forehead, "Come lay with me on the pillows." She followed you to the big pillows, you laid on the right side and Jihyo on the left side of the bed, the natural way to lay down just like every time you had watched movies as friends. You started kissing her, hands roaming on her boobs, back, butt and back of her thighs, pulling her left thigh on top of your hip — this gave you more access to her pussy so you began to tease your fingertips on her lower lips. She whined. You pushed your right leg up so she also had access to your pussy, and in a second her hand was playing with your folds, starting off slowly before inserting her fingers in you. You kept making out, savouring each others red, swollen lips and tastes on your tongues. She slid a finger between your lips to get your wetness so she could finger your clit better (she remembered you prefer clit stimulation more than penetration), making you moan into her mouth. Damn, it was her first time but she was so good. Who would've known she was ambidextrous? (She's both left handed and right handed) You put a finger inside her and she gasped, making you smile in revenge, since it slipped in so easily from being so wet you fit in another finger, moving them in and out at a moderate speed, not wanting to make her cum yet. "I could do this forever, Baby." Your words hurt Jihyo because you both knew this couldn't last forever; you would leave the country soon — and she wishes this only determined her to make you cum from her fingers but she couldn't distract herself from the future heartbreak, tears filling her eyes that she blinks away before you can notice. She stops kissing you to look at you, she wants to say something but hesitates question just decides to make a hickey on your shoulder. You giggled, "You're out of this world, Baby." She felt tears build up again, you kept calling her Baby as if you've been girlfriends all along — as if you're girlfriends right now! What are you even? A couple? Friends with benefits? A summer fling? A future long distance relationship that will inevitably end with you two neglecting each other due to your conflicting schedules and different time zones? Fuck. She had sucked on your shoulder very harshly and bitten it too. It looked like a black bird tattoo. "I'm sorry, ____ Babe, you have a hickey now," she kissed it gently as too soothe the hot skin. "It's OK. I haven't had a hickey in a long time. Never on my shoulder," you giggled. Jihyo smiled, both happy and sad at the same time. "Can u make one on me too? In a hidden place?" She wants to remember this moment for the next few days every time she looks at herself in the mirror. Yet she blushes when u move ur head to make a hickey on her boob, opting for the curve under her nipple, sucking and biting. Simultaneously, your fingers were going deeper and faster until Jihyo starts whining and you decide to keep that tempo. She starts moving her fingers harder on your clit, with the same tempo as before, making you moan and bite down on her boob. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum," you said. She whined, "M-Me too." You began kissing again until both of your legs were shaking and you had to stop to breathe.

After a few minutes of just laying down and looking at each other, you decide to get up and run a bath before you two fall asleep in your cum and wetness stained sheets. "Wait for me, Baby. I'll just get the bath ready for us," you kissed her forehead. Jihyo smiled but it fell once she was left alone with her thoughts. Should she sleep in your bed or go home like she always did after hanging out at your place? If she sleeps in your bed it's almost as if going official, right? If she goes home like she always does then it means that this was just a one night stand or a fwb thing, right? Fuck. Why does everything have to be so complicated? Suddenly you were back in the room. "Come, Baby," you carried her to the bathroom and let her step into the bathtub on her own because you're not the hulk. You followed suit, laying behind her. The water was warm and relaxing, cleaning you off of your cum, sweat and tears. You hugged her waist, Jihyo's rested back on your shoulder and chest, you leaning your head on hers, kissing it a few times. But although the water was calming, both your brains were racing. What now? You had an incredible connection. You had so many beautiful memories together, including this one. You've laughed and cried so many times together, now also coming a few times together. How could you let go of this? How could you keep this going at a long distance? A tear fell down Jihyo's cheek. You kissed her tear away. "It's OK. It will all be fine." Tears were falling down your cheeks too.

✦ ੈ ✦ ‧₊˚ * ੈ ✦‧₊˚＊* ੈ ✦ ‧₊˚ * ੈ ✦‧₊˚＊* ✦ ੈ ✦

❝ How much sorrow can I take?

Blackbird on my shoulder

And what difference does it make

When this love is over?

Shall I sleep within your bed?

River of unhappiness

Hold your hands upon my head

'Til I breathe my last breath

Oh, oh woe-oh-woah is me

The last time that you touched me

Oh, will wonders ever cease?

Blessed be the mystery of love ❞

—sufjan stevens; 2017

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virescent-v · 6 months

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fluffy emily fic where readers having a bad day so emily cuddles on the couch with them and lots of face kisses cause they’re my weakness 😫

Bad Day

A/N: Hi bestie! I hope this fits what you were looking for! Emily would be the BEST with comforting I stg. Thanks for the prompt! Words: 873 Warnings: Uh, none. This is pure fluff. No smut.

If it could go wrong, it has today.

You started the day quite literally on the wrong side of the bed, and you overslept by an hour. Thankfully, your work wasn’t too upset because you’re never really late, but it still threw off your morning.

Then, you spilled your hot coffee all over your white shirt on your way back from the break room. You could feel your skin sizzling from the coffee, not hot enough to leave permanent burns, but enough to be uncomfortable and painful. After calming down and using a napkin to soak up what you could, you threw your jacket over your shirt to hide the stain.

At lunch, you realized you left your salad and soup at home. So, you have a vending machine pop tart and a bag of chips and hope it’s enough to last you until dinner.

Then, your computer crashed in the middle of your project and you lost everything you’d been working on for the past three hours.

To finish out the day, you got a parking ticket for parking in the one spot in the entire lot that was open this morning, but apparently was a reserved spot. Thankfully, you didn’t get towed.

Rush hour traffic meant it took you over an hour to get home.

You just wanted to eat something, shower, and crash and forget this day happened.

Opening the door to your place, you could smell the tantalizing aroma of a red sauce and garlic bread. There was faint acoustic music playing, a few candles lit around the room. You dropped all of your stuff at the door, slipped your shoes off, and went further into the house.

Without shoes, you were able to basically sneak up on your girlfriend, Emily, who was standing at the stove, stirring what you assumed to be sauce. Her hips were lightly swaying to the music from the speakers, an off-tune hum coming from her lips.

You could feel yourself melting, the stress and weight of the day finally lifting, sending you into a tailspin of emotion. Your lower lip started to tremble, so you brought it between your teeth in a nervous habit to keep it under control. The tears gathering in your eyes spilling over, your sniffles finally alerting your girlfriend that you were home.

Emily turned to you, a smile on her face before she caught the look on yours. “Baby? What’s wrong?” She asked, putting the spoon down hastily and rushing to your side. Her hands immediately came up, brushing your hair from your face, her thumbs wiping away the few tears that had escaped.

You tried to talk, to tell her how your day just wasn’t good, but it was like the words were stuck in your throat. You shook your head, frustrated that you couldn’t get it out and frustrated that you were crying.

Emily, being the amazing profiler she is, shushed you, placing small kisses over your cheeks, the taste of your salty tears not stopping her.

She quietly led you to the couch, turned on your favorite comfort show, and placed your favorite fuzzy blanket over your lap before disappearing back into the kitchen. You could faintly hear some noises, the sound of a cabinet opening and closing, silverware hitting ceramic plates.

Your eyes were focused on the tv, but your mind wasn’t really comprehending what was going on in the scene. You could feel yourself slipping into an almost dissociative state, your mind an empty, hazy fog. You were broken from your reverie by Emily’s hand on your knee, a plate of hot food in her other.

“Eat, love.”

Getting a strong whiff of garlic, meat, and italian seasonings, your stomach made an appearance with a large growl. You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

Emily laughed lightly, her body turned completely toward you. She pushed more of your hair behind your ear, twirling the ends of it between her fingers. As you ate, she scratched at the back of your neck, a habit of hers you take ultimate comfort in.

When you finished, she took the plate, heading back into the kitchen. You could hear the sink running, the dishwasher being loaded. You sunk further into the couch, pulling the blanket up around your shoulders.

Emily came back, lifted up one side of the blanket, pulling your legs across hers, almost settling you in her lap. You put your face on her shoulder, wrapped an arm around her, the feeling of her warmth settling you.

“Wanna talk about today?”

You shook your head lightly, as you let out a low, whispered, “later.”

Emily hummed her acknowledgement, her lips brushing lightly against your temple. You turned your head more towards her, sighing as her lips continued to travel across your face, leaving gentle caresses on your forehead, cheeks, and nose.

Each press of her lips were so light they almost tickled. It was cute, and intimate, without any pressure of becoming something more. You felt a wave of contentment, love, and happiness wash over you.

Wrapped in Emily’s arms was where you felt the most safe, the most protected, the most at home.

With Emily, you could never have a truly bad day.

#emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader #virescent v fanfic #ask v!#emily prentiss fanfic #emily prentiss x you #emily prentiss fanfiction

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thecuriousquest · 4 months

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Platonic Erasermic with a pregnant reader (They had seen symptoms but brushed it off until she refused her favourite food one day and forced her to take a pregnancy test) how would they react?

as always love u 🫶🫶

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SOAP ANON! I’ve missed hearing from you! I hope you’re doing well. Thanks for the great request. Hope you have a good one! 🖤🤘

Pregnant!Reader

Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs

TW: Platonic yandere themes, Reader was taken advantage of, pregnancy, intimidation, killing

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They had invited you over multiple times, but you always just don’t feel well enough. Finally, they can’t take “no” for an answer anymore. Mic wants to see his bestie. Shota told him they need to be patient and respectful of your boundaries, but Mic said, “We wouldn’t be good friends if we weren’t up her ass all the time.”

Shota could no longer keep his loving boyfriend from seeing you. They buy ingredients for your favorite breakfast, and they’re over in less than thirty minutes for a nice morning with their best friend.

You open the door apprehensively, inviting them in timidly.

“You guys really shouldn’t have.”

“Don’t start with me on that again. It’s the least we could do for our shining star,” Mic states.

He calls you that because of the light you give off with your quirk. You don’t feel so shiny right now though.

Shota looks at you sideways before pulling you into a warm hug. You find comfort in his scarf, pushing your face into the fabric and sighing.

Mic ruins it by making a ruckus in the kitchen as he begins making breakfast. When he’s done, you all sit down at the table.

“I made your favorite with no help from a grumpy somebody,” Mic chides as he eyes his ravenette insomniac.

Shota simply scoffs and gives his thanks to his partner before digging in. Mic rubs his hands together, eyeing his meal with saucer-wide eyes. As the two begin, you sit there eyeing the food with slight disgust. You feel bad. Mic worked really hard on all of this.

But you just can’t eat it. Your stomach doesn’t want it.

“Why aren’t you eating? You love this stuff. I’ve seen you basically inhale it in seconds,” Shota comments.

“Oh, I just…I told you already. I’m not feeling well.”

Shota feels your forehead with the back of his hand. “Huh. You know, I deal with my students telling me they’re sick all the time. I can tell when someone is faking, Y/N.”

“It’s not that kind of sick. It’s my head.”

“You should still be able to eat even with a headache. You don’t look like you’re having a violent migraine,” Mic interjects.

Fuck, what are you supposed to say now?

“What’s really going on? You never want us to see you in the mornings, and you don’t want to eat your favorite foods anymore.”

Turning to the side, you cross your arms and remain silent. A defense which usually doesn’t work well with the pair.

“Zashi, can you go pick up a pregnancy test from the store for Y/N?”

Your cheeks blush. “I’m not taking one.”

“If you have nothing to hide, then you shouldn’t have any objections to taking it.”

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So, here you are now, sitting in front of them at the kitchen table with a positive pregnancy test.

Shota places a comforting hand on your wrist. “How did this happen.”

You spill the beans to your two best friends as tears stream down your face.

You had gotten drunk at a party, there were a lot of touchy men there. You woke up the next morning and had pieced everything together. It didn’t take long before you realized you were pregnant with an unknown father.

They both look at you with sympathy over the fact that you had been taken advantage of. It doesn’t sit well with them. They force invite you to move in with them, and they track down the bitch who used you. It was a little hard since they had nothing to go off of, but there were security cameras at the party. It was just what they needed to know who did the deed. They instill justice with a righteous fist and kill the guy.

They love you so much and never want you to forget that. That’s why they keep you under lock and key within the safe confines of their home. You are a part of the family now, you and your little baby. They will provide for you both and take care of you. You’ll never have to worry about anything ever again.

#yandere #triggering content #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #triggering themes #yandere x darling #yandere themes #my hero acedamia #boku no hero academia #yandere my hero academia #my hero academia #platonic yandere erasermic #yandere erasermic #yandere poly erasermic #yandere eraserhead #yandere present mic

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gracewritesfics · 4 months

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JEON JUNGKOOK SMUT

Jungkook was your family friend, son of your dad's biggest business ally. Both your families have known each other for years. You both met at every family dinner, festival gathering and parties. But all you both did was bicker with each other.

It all started when your dad made you meet him for the first time when he was eighteen and already helping in his dad's business but you were a spoiled brat. You spent your dad's money and did all the stuff you loved, and he was doing his business major while you did not want to do business, and chose the line for fashion. Your mom, dad did not like it. And Jungkook teased you about it.

You both started fighting over every little thing. He teased you about your stupid exes and he ate your favourite dish and finished it at a family dinner just to irritate you. He untied his dog in front of you knowing that you're scared of dogs and laughed while you screamed on top of your lungs as the dog did nothing but chase you around his garden.

It all made you hate him, so much that you always go against him in every situation and find ways to piss him off. Like spilling soup on his favourite sweatshirt and saying it was a mistake in front of the whole family. Prank calling him with your college besties and irritating him. Driving his car that he loved to death and scratching it against a wall, by mistake obviously. He hated you too.

But now you're stuck at a dinner not only with your families but other businessmen who your dads knew. And you were sitting beside Jungkook on the couch in the restaurant. You both were sitting close to each other and couldn't even shift away because other people sat there too. It felt like a big conference meeting instead of a family dinner.

You were supposed to be acting civilized because there were important people on the dinner table and your mom had warned you not to bicker with Jungkook or create any scene. Jungkook was probably given the same instructions because he was quietly sitting there.

The table was covered with a beautiful patterned sheet and dining. You put your elbows to the table as you heard everyone talk and you too laughed at their jokes. Jungkook sat there folding his hands over the table and he looked at you as you laughed.

"She laughs like a mare" Jungkook whispered to himself and chuckled wryly but you heard it and shot him a glare. But you looked away as you noticed your mom's eyes on you. And you ignored him. After a few seconds, his shoes landed on your feet as you wore heels and your toes got pressed and hurt under his heavy shoes. "What the-" you whisper yelled but stopped yourself gritting your teeth. But everyone was busy talking among themselves.

"Sorry, it was a mistake." He mumbled. "You'd never miss a chance to piss me off." You said. "No." He got on your nerves. Your toes still hurt with stinging pain and you lose calm. You poured a glass of water in front of you and dropped the glass on the table, the water fell over Jungkook's jeans and the rest on his shoes. "Oh, sorry, it was a mistake." You say as everyone paused and looked at you both. You gave him a fake smile and he returned with a chuckle. "Gwenchana!" He smiled. As everyone looked away he gritted his teeth and you both shared a fuming glare.

He got up and excused himself to go to the washroom and you bite back a smile. He shot you a side eye as he went. Later, he came back, his jeans had dried from the water but the wet stain still remained. "Looks like you wet your pants, jungkookie" You mumbled, chuckling a bit as he sat again next to you.

"Stop making fun." "Who started?" You glare back. "I just said the fact, that's how you laugh like a mare. And shoe one was a mistake, I apologised too." He said.

"I don't think it was a mistake. And your apology was fake, just like you." You bicker slowly so no one hears. "How to apologise then for real?" "By looking sincere, getting on your knees and rubbing your nose at my feet." You said.

"Do I look sincere now?" He made a puppy face, hella cute but it can't fool you. "No." You said. And he dropped his fork that was kept on the table. The starters were there and everyone was busy eating them or sipping soup. "Oops!" He exclaimed and slid under the table. He was on his knees. He tapped at your feet and you got a little startled.

You peep under the table and he sat there kneeling down and bending so his head doesn't hit the table. "What are you doing?" "I'm on my knees." He said, again with a puppy face. "Get out." You grit your teeth. "You don't want my nose to rub at your feet?" He asked. "NO! Get out!" You whisper yelled.

You wore a dark red, short dress that went a little up from your knees. You pulled it slightly down as he sat under the table. Next moment he picked up the fork and placed a hand on your thighs as support to get out from the table and you stare awkwardly at him.

The dinner was soon on the table and you begin to serve yourself from the bigger plate. "Serve me too." He said as you had a plate of sushi. "Help yourself." You said keeping it on the table. "No, you do it." He practically commanded.

"Jeon Jungkook, you don't have hands?" You mocked. "I do.." he said placing one hand on your bare knee as your dress was above it, and he dug his tiny nails on your skin, "but I want you to serve me the sushi." You did not want to create a scene as his hand pressed on on knee under the table so you did as he said, placing the sushi on his plate.

"Pour me some water." He said after sometime. "Stop ordering me around." You grit your teeth. "You're not gonna create a scene here and I'm just having fun for tonight, the rest of the time you act like a whining goat."

"You want fun? I'll give you the fun." You said still in a mocking tone. He arched an eyebrow but you said nothing. After a moment as he moved his hand to grab the water, you placed it away. Then you took the last sushi which he had wanted from long. Then you stomp his foot under your heels and he groaned. Everyone asked what happened he just said that the noodles were too hot and then looked at you, you were smirking. You continued to crush his feet under your heels and his white shoes got dirty as well. He looked at them and got furious.

He placed his left hand on your right thighs and grabbed you tightly. "Behave yourself, you understand?" "Or what?" You ask though you were not so confident. "Don't provoke me, girl." He said. "You're a dick." You whisper but he heard.

The next moment he slid his hand through the hem of your dress to your inner thighs and pinched you there. You whimpered slowly. The act was covered under the table. "You want it? My dick, don't you?" He asked whispering in your ear. "What the fuck you're saying and doing? Get your hand off me." Your conversation went in whispers.

You held his wrist as he slid his hand more towards inside and he caught you all wet, dripping through the fabric of your panties and his eyes widened. There was food in your mouth and you coughed and drank water. Everyone's attention was towards you for a while but he did not remove his hand. He started rubbing you instead. And you clenched your thighs trying to move his hand away but he's stronger than you.

"Jungkook, stop!" You whisper. "Your pussy doesn't agree with your words." He said as he rubbed you and your wetness continued to drip through your panties. "Get up, just a little." "Why?" You ask. "Just get your ass up!" He ordered in whispers. And you act like you're taking something from the table and move your hips up.

He grabbed the elastic band from the side and at once, pulled it down. You widened your eyes in shock and looked at him, sitting right back at your seat. He takes your panties completely off as it falls on the floor. He drops a spoon and bends to take it. He grabs your panties and keeps them inside the pocket of his jacket.

"Jungkook- ah." A sigh leaves your mouth as he shoves his hand again between your thighs parting them away. He rubs your naked clit and you can do nothing but bite back your moans and whimpering. He slides one finger inside you and you sit with a mouth full of noodles chewing them, to act normal.

"Mmhph-" you finally let out a sound. "It's delicious" you faked a smile towards the girl, who's daughter of Mr Lee, one of the business allies of your dad who sat just across you. The others again continued to talk as the dinner was done, still everyone remained seated. And Jungkook's hand did not move away from your pussy. He thrusted inside you with two fingers and you held the table clenching your fists for your dear life and purse your lips so as not to make a sound.

The conversions and the chatter was an exaggeration. Everyone just blabbered even though dinner was done. "Mom, dad. Y/n is not feeling well, should I drop her home in my car? As you all are probably gonna take some more time for the dinner." He asked.

"Oh, sure, if she's not well, drop her home. We might be late."

"Who's unwell?" Your mom dad heard too. "Y/n. Right y/n?" He gestured you to say yes with his eyes piercing through your soul. You nodded to your mom dad. "Yes, I'm feeling sick. I gotta go home." You said. "Oh darling, then go, Jungkook will drop you." Your mom said.

They trusted Jungkook very much and since their family knew yours since years, the trust had built so strong that they'd be at ease, leaving you with Jungkook alone, even for the whole night.

He had moved his hand away, it was so wet but he took his to his mouth and licked his two fingers he used to thrust you like he's savouring the last drop of a very delicious dish. This slutty man whore.

"Let's go." He grabbed your hand and took you to the lift of the restaurant. It was on 13th floor. The lift door cloosed and he pinned you to the wall of the lift, pressing the button to the underground parking. The lift took a little time to move down so many floors but you resisted him thinking someone might enter. And it happened.

The lift stopped at 6th or something floor and you pushed Jungkook away from you. He stood straight. Someone entered in the lift and it closed and went down to the parking. He looked at you all the while smirking at the way you stood, clenching your thights and pulling down your dress, cause your panties rested in his pocket.

Finally you both get out and he took you to his car and started the engine, he took his car out the parking and into the roads. He drove a little away from the posh area of the city. Yours and his mansion was far away from the main city and so on the way it was usually the woods and empty highway roads. He took the car there and pulled over on the side of an empty road.

"Get to the backseat!" He ordered. And you do so from the middle space of the driver's and passenger's seat, you jump back on the backseat of his car. There was enough space in his Mercedes. He locked the car from the inside completely. The windows were tinted, so no one can see what's going on inside.

He came back too and grabbed your waist and began to kiss you. Like a wild beast, like he's been starved forever. And both of yours lips moved in rhythm as he played an r&b music in the car. He sucked on your lower lip and you nibbled on his upper one. Your tongues fight with each other for dominance but he wins pinning you down the seat.

He placed his knee in between your legs and does them apart. You moan and whimper just with his kisses. "You can scream as you want darling, no one can hear you except me."

"Jungkook.. you.. what are you doing?" You ask breathing heavily. He moved his hand up your thighs again and rubs you and thrusts you all over again and you moan loudly.

"Is it not clear what I am doing?" He thrusts his fingers deeper inside you, two of them. In and out, back and forth, deep and on surface again and again.

"But.. we're... we are enemies." You said. "You crossed that threshold tonight, darling. And as much as I hate you, I want to fuck you senselessly in this car right here. So bad that you can't move until monday." He said. It was a friday night.

"I hate you, asshole." You say out loud. "but you want this don't you?" He asks. You say nothing. "Tell me or I won't touch you again. I will drive you back home and drop you there alone for the rest of the night."

"No. No. Please. I mean. Do it. I want it." You speak. "Say clearly babe. What do I do? What do you want?" He asked.

"Fuck me. I want you to-" he cut you off as he kissed you hard attacking you with his tongue.

His hand one on your neck, held your face and the other inside your pussy. He sat up on his knees after a few seconds. "Unbutton my jeans and undo the zipper." He said. You did so. And his big, huge crotch that was suffocating beneath the denims bulged out. "Pull it down." You pulled the jeans along with his underwear down and you gasped at his big erection. You place your hands on your mouth.

He chuckled loudly. "Are you scared babygirl?" He asked in his hoarse voice coming near you in your neck.

"No." You say out of fake confidence. "You can take it? Right?" You gulp down looking at his dick again.

"Yes." You say. He lands in a kiss again .He pulls your dress off of you and unclasps your bra in one go. And gets on top of you, body over body. "Spread your legs, wider." He said grabbing your thigh and you do so. He rubbed the tip of his erection on your cunt but does not put it in, teasing you. Then he chuckles like an idiot when you throw you roll your eyes. He keeps teasing you, grinding himself on your thighs but not doing what needs to be done.

"Just put it in and fuck me, will you?" You said out of frustration. "Desperate enough?" He asks, smirking. You scoff. "Say, please." "No.." you glare into his eyes. "Then I won't -"

You cut him off begging him and holding his length in your hand trying to get it inside. "Please.. please just do it!"

"Good girl." He smiles and thrusts it inside you, in one go. He pushes in deeper and then takes it back slowly, "You're on birth control, aren't you?" He asked. "Yes!"

"Okay, tell me if it's too fast or too rough." He says and then catches up a pace thrusting in you, and moves faster and faster as you moan. "Is it okay or should I go slower?" He asks. "Jusk keep going, ah..!" You request.

The car shakes as he keeps grinding his hips, diving in deeper inside you and despite the music the slick sounds of your moans fill the car. You're lying there, a beautiful mess that he created.

"Grab the hand door handle. It's locked safely." He says, turning you around so he can fuck you from behind and you arch you back and grab the hand door as he slides inside you from the back. "Aaah! Jungkook- I.. I'm gonna.." you manage to speak between your heavy breaths.

"You're gonna ruin my back seat, aren't you sweetheart?" He asks. "That's what you care about?" You turn your head and shot him a look while he thrusts in deeper. He grabs your breasts and pulls you back towards him, tossing you over his dick, hitting you deep inside your spot. And you moan loudly.

"No baby, I care deeply about your pleasure, so deep..." He groaned. He holds your breast with his one arm and slides the other one down to rub your clit as he keeps thrusting you and finally you feel trembles all over your body and let out a series of moans. And you came all over him, your wetness oozing out and dripping all over his dick and the backseat.

"Fuck!" He grunts. He archs your back, pushing you down on the seat as you take support from your hands. And finally after a couple more thrusts he lets out his release inside you. And it trickled from your cunt making your inner thighs soaked and ruining the backseat. He finally groans and lays back to the opposite hand door and you too, lay back on the seat letting out a sigh.

He looks at you, completely messy, with hair falling all over your face and your body covered in sweat and his cum. And he chuckled softly. "What?" You ask. "Look at you. So messy, so ruined. Guess I found a way for every time you piss me off or argue with me and cause trouble. I would've fucked you right there at restraunt in front of everyone but it would be indecent." He said.

"You were fucking me with your fingers disguised from everyone, there at the table. You know how hard it was for me to control my moans?" You whined.

"But you were so wet for me baby, how could I not. Will you argue with me in front of everyone now?"

"Yes, I will. What makes you think I won't piss you off?"

"Haven't you learnt your lesson?" He asked.

"No." You deny.

"Let me take you to my mansion. The other one, where no one else is there."

"What about our mom and dad?"

"They trust me with you so much, I'll tell them I took you out for a little drive."

"And look at what you're doing"

"You wanted it too."

After series of teasing and mocking, she puts on her dress and he too wears his jeans as he drives to his mansion taking her with him. He called their mom and dad to inform them and tell them that he's taking her out as she wasn't feeling good and she's safe with him.

"Next time, think before you piss me off. I won't care where we are, at a party, at family dinner, in public event. I will have my way with you."

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actuallysaiyan · 4 months

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For the Valentine’s event can I get the fourth prompt with Byakuya 🫣

warnings: love confessions, slight mentions of past trauma, kissing and heavy petting, unprotected sex, smut, Renji is a silly dummy who wants to see his besties get together word count: 1.2k pairings: Byakuya Kuchiki x Fem!Reader summary: Renji tries to convince you that writing a letter to Byakuya is the best move when it comes to confessing, and though you don't believe him, it really does end up being the best way.

Byakuya drips and oozes elegance. He’s the picture of nobility, and yet you found yourself falling deeply in love with him. A fact that Renji likes to use to poke fun at you, even though he loves the idea of you and Byakuya getting together. So this time when someone mentioned that Valentine’s day was fast approaching, Renji decided to try and egg you on. He wanted to see two people he cared about a lot fall in love with one another. And he knew he was going to stop at nothing to make sure it happened.

“Just write him a letter! He’d love that shit!” Renji says, waving around some flowery stationery.

You laugh nervously, “No way! That’s too weird…besides, where did you get that stuff anyway?”

Renji guides you over to the desk and places the paper down on it. He procures a brush pen for you as well and thrusts it into your hand. You aren’t really sure about this, but you know it’s probably the only way you’ll get Renji to shut up about the matter at hand.

“If anything, this gets your feelings out and they won’t stay bottled up.” Renji says with a smirk.

You roll your eyes, “You’re one to talk!”

Renji scoffs but decides not to get involved in another argument with you. He just leaves you to it, reminding you that this is a good way to confess your feelings to the man you love. Left in silence, you decide to sit down and begin writing out the letter.

You’re surprised as the words come so naturally to you. It’s almost like this was what you should have done so long ago. Your feelings were spilling out onto paper, rendering you into a mess of emotions. But it felt good to release this, it was cathartic in so many ways. Once you were done, you picked up the letter and began to look it over. It was so romantic and sweet.

Yet you really didn't want to send this to Byakuya. The idea of him reading this to you and rejecting you immediately were some of the first thoughts to come to mind. You knew that Renji probably would give you no choice though, if he found out you were finally finished writing the letter. You just aren’t quite sure what to make of this situation

With the letter in your pocket, you begin walking around just thinking about your predicament. You’re basically lost in thought. The words you’ve just written down begin to run through your mind. You begin to reminisce about all the times you’ve spent with Byakuya as well. They are all warm and sweet memories. It makes you feel even more flustered.

Finally, you find yourself in front of Kuchiki home. You want to turn away right now, but you know you need to do this. You need to finally confess and with your letter, it’ll be that much easier. Byakuya is actually heading out of his home, and he smiles softly when he sees you.

“Hello,” he says in a graceful tone.

Your heart flutters in your chest. Without another word, you thrust the letter into his hands and you run away. You feel like such a coward as you run away from the man you love. Byakuya is left unsure and confused, but he opens the letter.

His eyes widen and his cheeks burn as he reads word after word. You’ve got such a sweet way of praising him and showing him just how much you love him. As he makes his way towards town, he continues to read the letter over and over. He knows he’s going to have to approach you and talk about this…especially since he’s head over heels in love with you as well.

It starts with you finding a bouquet of flowers on your doorstep. Then some chocolates are the next gift. The gifts keep appearing day after day, until one day you find the man in question on your doorstep. He’s happy to see you, which really shines through today. You can see happiness in his face as he waits patiently for you to find him.

“Can I come inside?” He asks, and you allow him to enter.

Both of you have hearts racing in your chests, unsure how to proceed. Then Byakuya pulls out your letter. He smiles as he opens it up and begins to read to you his favorite lines. You’re blushing, listening to the man you love read that very love letter that has made him see just how devoted you are to him.

“My darling,” Byakuya purrs as he approaches you. “You have a way with words.”

You blush, “I just…wrote my feelings.”

He wraps his arms around you, pulling you in even closer. Your faces are mere inches apart. You can smell his floral and earthy scent. It’s a smell you’ve become accustomed to and one that comforts you like no other. His hands cup your face, and he leans in to press his lips against yours.

“I’ve loved you for so long…” he confesses.

It doesn’t take much for the two of you to begin deepening those kisses. Tongues rubbing and rolling together, exchanging the sweetness of your flavors. His hands soothe up and down your sides, stopping to hold your hips and pulling you even closer. With your bodies pressed together, you can only think about how Renji must have known this would be the outcome of the letter. Why else would he be so insistent for you to write it down anyway.

“My precious love,” Byakuya murmurs against your skin as his lips trail down from your lips to your jawline and then to your neck. “Does this mean you’re all mine?”

“Y-yes, I’m all yours.”

He doesn’t need to hear much more. With your confession, this means he can finally melt into your touch and your sweet words. The actions that follow will be the results of such an intense and addictive kind of love. A love so deep, it pulls you both under its blankety warmth. It becomes soothing and yet so thrilling all at the same time.

Byakuya carries you to the bedroom, kissing and nipping at your skin. All the while, you begin undressing him. You’ve been wanting to put your hands on his body since the moment you knew you were in love with him. He brings your hands to his chest, placing them on where his heart is racing. He smiles bashfully.

“My heart beats for you, beloved.”

You gasp softly, the intensity of his words hitting you. He pulls you in for another kiss, this one much more hungry as he begins undressing you as well. You smell so good, like a warm pie sitting on the windowsill. It’s sweet and sugary, but it’s a nostalgic smell that keeps pulling him in every time.

And once you’re both undressed and on the bed, he looks at you with love and lust in his eyes. This time, this love will be romantic. This love won’t be regretted for not having lived fully. He promises himself and you that he’ll never hold back these feelings.

“I love you,” he moans as he slips into you. Your gummy walls are fluttering as they adjust to his size.

“And I love you,” you whimper as you wrap yourself around him.

Nothing could be better than this.

#bacon.writes #byakuya x you #byakuya x reader #byakuya kuchiki x reader #byakuya kuchiki x you #bleach byakuya #bleach byakuya x reader #bleach x reader #bleach x you #valentines day 2024

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therealcocoshady · 4 months

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Recovery - Chapter 7

Eminem x FemReader (Y/N) fanfiction

Summary : Y/N Comforts Marshall at the studio.

Tags : Fluff, Comfort

It was late and, by the time you got home, your friends were back from their date night.

There you are ! Talia said as you walked through the door. I was about to call the police !!!

Why the hell would you call the cops ? you asked.

Because it’s 3 AM, you were nowhere to be seen and you weren’t picking up the phone ?! she replied in a serious tone.

You apologized when you realized you had put your phone on silent when you were watching the movie at Marshall’s.

Where were you anyway ? She quizzed you.

With Marshall, you said. We watched a movie.

Told you she was probably with him, Jamal said calmly.

Well he didn’t pick up the phone either ! she said in an annoyed voice.

She looked at you and a grin formed on her face.

So… Movie night, huh ? She asked.

Yeah, you said. Why ?

You’re wearing his clothes, she pointed out.

Jamal let out a laugh and you blushed in embarrassment.

I spilled soda on mine, you replied calmly.

Of course, Jamal said with a smirk.

First, he gives you his necklace, then you come home wearing his stuff, she continued with a smile.

Wait, he gave you a necklace ? Jamal asked, amused.

Yes. His sobriety pendant, Talia explain.

It’s a good luck charm, you pointed out.

They hummed and smiled at you, their arms crossed.

I knew you liked him, Jamal said with a smirk.

Of course I like him, you said. As a friend.

Friends don’t wear their friend’s clothes, he replied.

Come on. I wear Talia’s clothes all the time. And she wears mine.

And friends usually don’t give each other diamond-encrusted good luck charms, either, he continued.

He likes you, Talia said.

He is nice, you said as you rolled your eyes. That’s it. He wanted to wish me luck on my recovery and he didn’t want me to stay in soaking wet clothes.

They kept on smiling.

You had a good time, your best friend pointed out.

I did.

You’re smiling, Jamal continued.

I am, you confirmed. You guys are being awfully descriptive. Is this going somewhere or can I finally go to bed ?

We haven't seen you with a smile this big since… a long time ago, he said softly.

I smile all the time, you said.

Not like this, Talia said. You are glowing.

Maybe it’s the face wash I used, you shrugged in annoyance, trying not to let on.

She got closer to you and inspected your face. Her face changed into a triumphant smile when she inhaled.

You showered there.

How do you even… ? you asked.

You would never pick a bodywash with this smell. I know you too well, she said with a grin.

Well, as I said, I spilled soda.

Riiiight, Jamal said. Quit lying and spill the tea instead, girl. We have all night.

You groaned. They were your best friends, but they were also the most nosey, insufferable people you knew, especially in this moment. Still, you knew better than to kiss and tell.

Goodnight, you said firmly as you moved towards the stairs.

Sweet dreams, Jamal said with a giggle.

You sighed when you got back to your room and laid on the bed. It was indeed late and you were exhausted. You were about to drift off to sleep when Talia opened the door.

What are you doing ? you asked.

I’m here for the tea, she chuckled before closing the door and laying next to you on the bed.

Taliaaaaaaa, you groaned.

Please, please, please. You’re my bestie. Besties tell each other everything, right ?

Are we back in middle-school ? You asked.

YES. I just want to know about your night, she pleaded. Did you have a good time ?

I did, you said with a smile.

Em’s a great guy, she said. I knew you’d get along.

Marshall is pretty cool, you nodded.

Right. “Marshall”. So, what did you do ? she asked with a smile.

We watched a movie, you said earnestly. Us.

A horror movie !!! she shrieked. Did he reassure you ?

Who said I needed reassurance ? you asked cockily.

Please, you’re the world’s biggest scaredy-cat, she giggled.

He did reassure me, you said softly. But there’s nothing between us. We’re friends.

Why did you shower at his place, then ? She asked. And please, don’t say you spilled soda. Unless you spilled a whole jug, you wouldn’t need to shower. Especially if it’s just a movie night.

You sighed. She was your best friend in the world and you didn’t want to lie to her. On the other hand, you didn’t feel like telling the whole truth either. She saw you looking uneasy.

You can tell me, she said. I promise I won’t tell Jamal.

Fine, you sighed.

You spilled a few details, leaving a part of the story aside. You figured she didn’t need to know about the other night. You basically just told her that you kissed and he went down on you before you took a shower and went for a drive.

That sounds like a date, she mused.

Only, it wasn’t, you said firmly. We agreed that it’d be better if we stayed friends. We just got caught up in the moment. It’s not a big deal, though.

Just friends ? She asked in disbelief.

Yeah. I don’t think he likes me like that anyway, you said.

Mmmh. I disagree but ok, she said. How do you feel ?

Fine, you said. I mean, he’s really cool, I like hanging out with him. Friends is good.

Whatever keeps you smiling like this, she said. I missed seeing you like that, you know ?

Without warning, she engulfed you into a hug. She was the most affectionate person you knew.

Thank you for everything, you whispered.

Anytime, honey, she whispered back. Well, if you want to thank me… there is something you can do…

What ?

Spill the tea about Em. Is he good ? she asked cockily.

Talia !!!

Come on, it’s no big deal, she chuckled. Better than Simon ?

So much better, you said with a wink.

She squealed and clapped and, even though you were initially tired, you ended up talking until morning, like two middle-schoolers during a sleepover.

The next day, you went to the studio after you were done with uni. It was just Marshall, Jamal, Royce and Porter. They were discussing a track. You quickly hugged everyone and sat on the couch. You hadn’t slept and you were tired. You let out an involuntary yawn.

Are you alright ? Porter asked.

Yeah, you said. Sorry, I’m exhausted. I haven’t slept.

Got some action last night ? Royce joked.

You heard a shrieking noise coming from Jamal, who was trying to fake a cough to hide it. You shot him a death glare.

Yeah. Talia was in my room all night, you said with a mean smile. Had to give the poor woman something.

You’re such a bitch, Jamal said with a laugh.

Marshall looked at you with an amused smile and shook his head. He silently mouthed a “Thank you” and winked. You hoped Jamal hadn’t made any comment or grilled him with questions. Eventually, the guys stopped working and Marshall came to sit beside you while Porter, Royce and Jamal went to get something to drink.

I have something for you, he said with a smile.

You do ? you asked.

Yes. I made you a playlist, he explained. Your very own beginner’s guide to hip-hop. I selected some tracks for you to listen to. There's 2Pac, LL Cool J, Beastie Boys, Wu Tang… That’ll be a good start.

Thank you ! When did you have time to put that together ? You asked.

You’re not the only one who had a sleepless night, he chuckled. Spent hours trying to clean the damn couch.

You chortled, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. He looked at you with a smirk.

Anyway, by the time I was done, it was either an hour of sleep or working on your playlist. And I do better on no sleep than one hour, he chuckled. So there you go !

He handed you a small USB device.

You know people use Spotify and Apple Music these days, right ? You joked.

The only reason it’s not a CD is because I’m pretty sure you don’t have a player, he replied with a smirk.

It’s true, I don’t, you chuckled.

It’s a shame, he said as he shook his head. You’ll never know how great it was, when you had something physical to hold on to, with music.

I’m not twelve, Marshall, you said with a laugh. I had a few CDs in my day. But yeah, that was short-lived.

What was the first CD you bought ? he asked.

You don’t want to know.

Come on, he said. I won’t judge.

Britney Spears, In the Zone, you said.

Ok, I’m judging a little, he admitted with a grin.

You chuckled and grabbed your laptop, inserting the device, saving the tracks in your playlist.

Do you want me to make you a playlist in return ? You joked.

I don’t trust your music taste, he grinned. But you know what ? Sure. Though I should tell you hip-hop isn’t the only thing I listen to. So make it interesting, ok ?

You nodded and placed the usb key in your bag. You pressed play on your computer and listened to the first song which was Keep Ya Head Up, by 2Pac. As the first notes played, Marshall immediately took your computer.

Nope, nope, nope, he said as he shook his head.

What’s wrong ? You asked, visibly confused.

I’m not having you listen to great music on shitty computer speakers, he explained.

He got up and picked a set of Beats headphones.

I could have used my headphones, you chuckled.

Those flimsy things ? Yeah, don’t bother, he grinned.

Snob, you said as you rolled his eyes.

You connected the Beats set to your computer and placed them on your head.

That’s better, you admitted. The sound is great !!!

I know, right ? He replied. You can keep those, by the way.

The others came back and resumed their conversation with Marshall, who threw glances at you as if to watch your reaction to the playlist. You smiled and closed your eyes to focus on the music. Before you knew it, you drifted off to sleep.

When you woke up, the room was dark and silent. You were laying on the couch, Marshall’s jacket placed on you. You didn’t remember falling asleep, but you weren’t exactly surprised. You were exhausted. Your eyes scoured the room, searching for the others but they were nowhere to be seen. You got up and went to the lobby, where you found Marshall playing one of the arcade games.

Hey sleepyhead, he said without looking at you, absorbed by the game.

Hey, you said as you rubbed your eyes and tried to get used to the sudden light.

After losing his game and grunting, he turned to you. He seemed exhausted and you figured that he wasn’t any better at dealing with the lack of sleep than you were.

What time is it ? You asked.

About 11PM, he replied.

Where are the others ?

They went home a while ago. I told Jamal not to wake you up, he explained. I figured you needed the sleep.

Thanks. Were you waiting for me to wake up ? you asked.

Yeah, he said.

You didn’t have to, you said as you shook your head. You look tired.

It’s fine, he assured you. I just finished working anyway.

This late ?

Yeah, he mumbled.

He groaned and stretched his back.

Is something wrong ? You asked.

Yeah. No. I don’t know, he sighed.

Want to talk about it ? You offered.

He stared at you for a few seconds and shrugged.

Paul called me a few hours ago. We’re having a few issues with sample clearing, he said.

What’s that ?

When you want to sample someone’s work you need to get permission, he explained. Basically, you have to ask the copyright’s owners.

Ok, you said as you took in the information. So ? What’s the issue ?

So, anyway, there was this song we recorded a while ago and I felt pretty good about it. Loved everything about it, really. Some of the guys even said it’s one of my best.

Yes ? You asked, not really getting it.

Well the copyright’s owners - not even the artist, but their heirs - don’t want me to use it, he said in an annoyed tone.

They don’t like what you did ?

Nooo, better than that, he said with a sarcastic laugh. They say they like it, but they don’t want me to use it. Because I’m Eminem.

You looked at him, waiting for him to elaborate.

They like it but they don’t like… you ? you said.

Exactly. Apparently, they think I’m too homophobic and misogynistic, he groaned. Like… what the fuck ?!

What ?

You know what’s fucking frustrating ?! he continued. The track is clean. Like, actually clean. Barely any swear words. No slurs. No killing anyone. No violence or shit. But because some people portrayed me as homophobic three lifetimes ago, they don’t want me to use the work.

That’s unfair, you said.

You think ?!

He groaned and punched the nearest wall. It was the first time you saw him angry. In the past months, you’d seen a lot of his emotions, but never anger. This sudden burst of rage startled you. You stared at him, unable to say anything. After a few seconds, he seemed to notice it and his face softened a bit.

Sorry Y/N. I didn’t mean to scare you, he said softly. I’m just… fucking frustrated.

It’s ok, you replied. I can tell the track means a lot to you.

It does, he said, but it’s not just that, you know ? It’s the way some people think about me. I usually don’t care, because I figure that, if they don’t like my music, all they have to do is not play it. I’m not offended by that. Not everyone will like me and that’s ok. But this… it’s worse because it’s preventing me from making music. You know what I’m saying ? I wanted that shit on the album.

You hummed and gently rubbed his shoulder. He gently leaned into your touch.

There’s no way you can persuade them to change their mind ? You asked.

Don’t think so, he said. I mean, if it were me, and I thought someone homophobic, racist or whatever wanted to use my work, I’d probably say no too, you know ? But…

But you’re not like that, so that’s even more frustrating, you continued.

...Yeah.

He sighed. You could see some genuine disappointment in his face.

As I said, I usually don’t care about this type of rumors or public perception or whatever you want to call it. But music… that’s the most important thing to me, you know ? That’s all I want to do, all I care about. Music.

You nodded and gently wrapped your arms around him. He returned the embrace.

Thanks, he whispered. Sorry for being grumpy.

I wish I could do something, you said.

This is good, he said softly.

He rested his chin on the top of your head. You mindlessly ran your hands in his back, in an attempt to soothe and comfort him.

I like that, he said in a sleepy voice.

You know what I think you’d like even more ? you asked as you smiled against his chest.

You’re not going to start teasing me, are you ? he asked with a small groan.

No, you idiot, you giggled. I was thinking about sleep.

I would like that, he said.

I’ll get my things and call a cab.

No need for a cab. I’ll take you home, he said.

Ok, you whispered.

You both grabbed your things and he took you home.

Thanks for taking me home, you said. And allowing me to rest at the studio.

Thanks for comforting me, he replied with a smile.

Anytime, you said softly.

Sorry you had to see me all grumpy…

It’s ok, you said. You have the right to be sad, hurt and whatever, you know ?

He shrugged and nodded quietly.

For what it’s worth, I think you’re pretty amazing. And I’m sure that, if these people met you for even 10 minutes, they’d be honored to have you sample their stuff, you added before planting a kiss on his cheek.

You think ?

Of course, you said with a smile. You’re the kindest and funniest person I’ve met.

Sexiest, too, right ? He asked with a smirk.

I used to find you attractive, you said with a smile. But then you showed me those awful pictures of you in the 90s. Now I can’t unsee it.

He let out a laugh and rolled his eyes.

I’m glad we’re friends, he said with a smile. You know… I don’t have a lot of people who comfort me the way you do.

Me too, you said softly. I’ll always be there if you need comfort, you know ?

You hugged him one last time and he planted a kiss on the top of your head. As soon as you entered the house, you grabbed your phone and checked your messages. Your heart pounded in your chest when you saw a very familiar name on the screen.

#eminem #slim shady #eminem fanfiction #eminem imagine #marshall mathers imagine #marshall mathers x reader #eminem x reader #marshall mathers #eminem fluff #marshall mathers headcanons

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King of my heart | MS47 | Part. 11

Pairing: hamilton!reader (she/her) x mick schumacher

Warnings: curse words, Twitter environment, mention of food, not proofread etc etc. Minors DNI!

summary: Social media is going crazy over every minimum interaction between Yn and Mick, they are ready to take anything the shipper gives.

a/n: none of the pictures used are mine, they are all from Pinterest and other apps. everything else is made up by me and I do not give permission for it to be published on a different platform. I would appreciate it if those things could be taken into consideration 💛

a/n2: I'm sorry for taking forever to update, I was a bit busy lately, and also kinda unmotivated :(

a/n3: I tried something new this time by adding three different races (Baku, Miami, and Imola), I don't know if the time lapse was easy to grasp, or if it got confused, and I think maybe Tumblr took a bit of the quality of the pictures, but nothing much (but lmk if you felt like it was much). Please, let me know your thoughts so I can post the next chapter sooner <;3

a/n4 (last one, I promise!!): My message app was not working properly and I just wanted to post this as fast as possible, so I used the Twitter dm thingy, did not really like it, but it is what it is sometimes. Sorry, y'all.

part. 10 | series masterlist | part 12 | taglist

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paddockgossip Apparently the pilots and families are enjoying the Florida weather together. The first pic was sent by a follower, rumor has it that it’s Yn Hamilton and Mick Schumacher. The second is a screenshot of her story which confirms to us that she is indeed in Miami and at the beach or at least was. 😏

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smtimesadness the second pic is Lando Norris, not Mick Schumacher 😂😂

mickynshipper I love them, but I feel better consuming the crumbs they give us them invading their private life like this.

⤷ user90 Idc, they’re both public persons

popyn1 ok but can we talk about Yn friendship with the grid?? She’s casually in a yacht with Lando, gets sugar for Charles, Pierre always comments funny stuff on her posts, and then there’s Mick too (this one Idk if it’s just another good friend and we are projecting, or they’re really dating)

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theofficialyn week’s vibe

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mickyn MICK SHOWING UP TWO TIMES???? 😍😍😍

juridicohamiltons who gave you the flowers on the sixth slide?

⤷ theofficialyn a fan :)

⤷ pierregasly 🤣🤣🤣

⤷ girlbossgasly PIERRE SPILL THE TEA!

fan16_ I know y’all into mickyn train, but I cant stop thinking about how she always posts charles 😭😭😭😭 what if…..? 👁️👄👁️

gina_schumacher 💖💖💖💖 love youuu

⤷ lewisncharles their content is my fav, just two besties vibing

vroom_44 is that you revealing the song Lewis was listening to?

⤷ theofficialyn yes hahah 😝

charles_leclerc I am pretty sure you have better photos of me, yn…..

⤷ theofficialyn 😇💋

⤷ leclercmonza SEE??? ITS TOO SUS

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taglist: @sachaa-ff @ferrariloverr @kenanlotus0 @mickslover @dalsuwaha (it says no blogger found 😭)

#mick schumacher imagines #mick schumacher imagine #mick schumacher x reader #mick schumacher social media au #mick schumacher #social media au f1 #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #millie writes #komh #black!reader x f1 #mick schumacher x black!reader #black!reader

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No. 1 Party Anthem - Mikey Berzatto x F!Reader - Chapter Four

Past!Mikey Berzatto x F!Reader

Carmy Berzatto x F!Platonic!Reader

Richie Jerimovich x F!Platonic!Reader

Summary: Old habits (of fleeing) die hard unless, of course, you're forced to face things rather than running from them.

Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of the content. Heavy spoilers. Mentions of death, toxic relationships, grief, angst, strained relationships, minor injuries, arguments/yelling matches, details of anxiety/panic attacks, bad coping mechanisms, mental health issues, running away, Al-Anon, addiction, interventions.

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: Hi besties ! ! ! ! As promised, here’s the next chapter for you all, earlier than planned as a sorry for taking so long ! Life is getting hectic and I'm currently preparing to move into my dorm for this coming school year, hence why I couldn't update with the last chapter earlier . I transferred to a different university than the one I was originally going to so a lot of things are new to me again, but I'm still excited ! ! ! Anyways, get your happy puppy and kitty pictures to look at after this chapter and i hope you all have a wonderful day and wonderful read <3

EDIT: Changed the name used for an added side character to avoid confusion with the name of a character from the show, sorry to those who are named Amanda as that's the name i used as a replacement (:

Taglist: @marysucks-blog @shinebright2000 @jadeittic

Chapter Three / Masterlist / Chapter Five

Your fingers shook around the steering wheel as you pressed on the accelerator harder, making the engine of your old car rumble louder in your ears. It wasn’t loud enough to drown the loud and rapid heartbeat in your ears though.

Luckily for you, it was green light after green light.

You raced home, expecting to come home to a silent house with nobody there to try and talk you out of your decision. After all, it was a weekday and it was past noon, almost everyone in Chicago was either working or in school.

“Pack then leave, pack then leave, pack then leave…” you mumbled to yourself, eyes darting back and forth as you switched lanes to weave in and out of traffic. You were met with angry yells and annoyed honks as you did so, but it didn’t matter to you. You needed to get home.

Your stuff was shoved in the back seat, half spilled from both you throwing it inside and your reckless driving. After you had the argument with everyone at The Beef, you stormed inside to silently grab your things from your locker and go. Neither Richie, Carmy, nor Sugar said a word to you as you did so, but Tina was the first to call out your name and try to calm you down. She had definitely heard everything that went down outside, those walls were absolutely not sound proof.

“What the fuck does Carmy know anyways. He’s the one who refused to come back or even reach out at all when Mikey… fucking hypocrite,” You mumbled to yourself, eyes narrowing and your hand gripping the steering wheel until your fingers hurt.

Tina, however, anxiously worked at her station, half glancing over to you and half working on her task in the kitchen. You knew that she was split between wanting to reach out to you and wanting to keep going with her work, but you would never make her or anyone else choose, so you chose for her by ignoring her and leaving.

She and everyone else are better off without you anyways.

The tires of your car screeched as you swerved into the empty driveway.

“Fuck yes…” you whispered to yourself, skin sweaty as you shoved yourself out of your car. No cars in the driveway means an empty house. You were in the clear.

As you approached the front door, house keys already in hand, you mumbled out plans to yourself, “Maybe Florida? It’s probably rainy and humid this time of year but if it means getting away from here, I can deal with it…”

The front door swung open before you could finish unlocking it, making you jump and gasp out as you came face to face with your mom.

“Sweetie? Are you okay? What’s going on? Why do you look ill?” You mom rushed out, eyes wide and confused.

“I'm fine Mom but I have to go.” You rushed out, pushing past her to run to the stairs. Your mom let out an unintelligible string of words as you started running to your room, heart pounding as it seemed like your once “foolproof” plan was starting to unravel.

“Fucking fuck fuck fuck shit!” You mumbled to yourself, spitting out the words harshly as you barged into your room and began pushing things into the boxes and bags you hadn’t yet unpacked.

In your rush to pack, you didn’t hear your mom’s footsteps getting closer nor did you hear what she was saying.

"Honey, how about you slow down for a second and take a deep breath?" She said, sounding exasperated as she pushed herself over the threshold and into your room.

"Not now mom," You replied, hissing for a brief second as you cut your finger on a sharp edge of a box before continuing to pack.

"Seriously, I think you should stop for a second and then we can do whatever it is that you want to do, okay?"

This made you pause.

"...what?" You blinked, slowly turning to your Mom.

She smiled at you, but the corners of her eyes didn't crinkle as she did so. You scanned her body, noticing the way her body language indicated that she was fully open and not at all anxious.

You opened your mouth briefly, before shutting it and complying with her ask. You breathed in for 4 seconds, held it for 7 seconds, and let it go for 8 seconds. In front of you, your Mom beamed at you, but again you noticed how her eyes never once left yours and how they didn't crinkle at the corners like they usually did.

"Let me help you pack, okay?" She said, voice calm.

You watched as she moved forward and grabbed a box already full of your stuff before grabbing a smaller box. You continued to watch and followed her as she went down the hall, down the stairs, and out the front door to your car.

As she placed the box in the car, you turned and bolted. Your feet thumped loudly as you went back up the stairs and you felt your shirt cling onto your sweaty skin. Something was up, you just knew it, and you needed to find out what it was before it was too late.

But in this moment, the memory of your conversation at The Beef earlier replayed in your head for the 6th time that hour, and your panic settled in once again.

With two boxes in hand, you started to leave your room to go to the front door, passing your mom who didn't so much as glance at you. Your eyes followed her frame, noting no change in her calm demeanor.

It frightened you immensely.

The pit in your stomach gnawed at you as you placed the boxes in the trunk, making you feel like you were going to throw up and pass out at the same time. When you left Mikey's funeral in a rush, your parents followed you. You had insisted on going in separate cars, convincing them that being alone in your car would help you prepare yourself before you went into the funeral home. But they still followed you in their own car, practically tailgating you as you ran through red lights to get home.

You let out a shaky breath, remembering the way your mother sobbed and tried convincing you not to leave as you packed your car with the few things you were willing to take. Your father tried reasoning with you, eyes filled with tears and voice shaky but stern as he pleaded you to think your decision through. They tried everything, from promising you a vacation to get your mind off everything to threatening you with involuntary inpatient services. But nothing worked, so all they could do was run down the block, following your car as you took off, determined to seek refuge out West.

Your mom walked around you, placing more boxes in the car with a loud clunk, taking you out of your thoughts. Your head whipped around to see her organizing your boxes.

"There's a couple more things up in your room but I wasn't sure if you wanted to take them." She said, a small smile appearing on her face as she looked over her shoulder at you.

Your eyebrows creased and your chest heaved, feeling disturbed by her overall calm attitude to this situation. She was not at all acting like the way she did the first time, which felt odd considering that you were planning on doing the same exact thing as you did before. You would even dare say that you felt like she was happy you were leaving.

"Uhm… okay," and with that you took a couple careful steps back to watch her before turning to go back inside.

'What the fuck is going on?!' You thought to yourself, taking your bottom lip between your teeth to chew on it as you went up the stairs.

Sure enough, there were some things left in your room aside from the boxes labeled 'The Beef' that you were certainly not going to take. But before you could decide, the sinking feeling hit you.

Why was your mom home? She should've been at work at this time. While she did take time off to spend with you when you first came home, she had already returned to work a couple days ago. Why did she not continue to question why you were home? You did leave a message explaining where you were before you left so she knew that and she also knew that you planned to stay at The Beef the whole day, so she would probably be confused as to why you came home early and in a rush. Additionally, she seemed okay with your decision to leave which was nothing like her previous attitude. And why the hell was she so calm?!

Then, it clicked.

Your throat dried up.

Someone must have told her and now she is planning something.

You raced down the stairs, hands clammy as you gripped onto the stair railing to launch yourself forward. The only person you knew that would have her number and would be willing to reach out to her about something like this was Sugar. Your legs buckled as you rushed out front, only to see your Mom calmly waiting for you.

"Oh honey, don't forget your wallet and charger-" She said, perking up when she saw you.

"What are you planning?" You blurted out, interrupting her.

Your mom furrowed her brows and tilted her head, "What do you mean?"

"Why are you letting me go? You're not screaming or yelling and just letting me do this?"

You mom blinked at you, unmoving. It was eerie to see her not react to what you were saying.

After some silence, your mom spoke up, "You're an adult and I respect every decision you will make, regardless if I agree with it or not."

Your eyes narrowed. Although this didn't seem very far off when it came to the parenting philosophy they raised you with, something about this still made you feel alarmed.

"How about we stop for ice cream at that creamery we love before you go?"

There's the catch.

You visibly tensed your body, "Okay…"

Something was going to happen to you once you got there, you just knew it, but you were going to make a plan and get the hell out of there.

With a smile, your mom walked to the passenger's seat of the car, "Go lock up for me, okay? I have my purse in the car already."

You nodded slowly, jaw locked as you took small steps to the front door. When you finally sat down in the driver's seat, your mom was humming to herself and messing with her hair in the mirror.

"You're planning something," you announced again, half mumbling.

Your mom briefly stopped humming to chuckle and shake her head before continuing, seemingly unphased by the way you accused her. But this nagging feeling would not go away, so you did all you could do in that moment: drive.

You sat on the bench outside of the small old creamery, leg bouncing rapidly. You've been going there with your parents since you were a kid, something that you also included Mikey, Carmy, Richie, and Natalie in when they could join you. You would sometimes sneak away after school together or go after football games, right before it would close at midnight. And here you were, one last time, before you would go to… Florida.

The sweet cream of the ice cream cone you had in your hand made you hum as you licked it, the flavor exploding over your tongue. It was delectable, after all you got your favorite flavor.

You were going to miss it.

You mom walked over to the table you sat on, holding her own cup of butterscotch ice cream, before sitting down to join you. The sun was warm and the sky was a bright blue. The overall happy atmosphere of the day didn't seem to quell whatsoever.

You eyed her carefully for a second but only saw her indulging in her own ice cream. So you looked away and started to plan your trip to… Florida.

You decided that first, you would drop your mom off at home and tell her what you wanted to say to dad. Then, you would drive to the nearest gas station and fuel up on both gasoline and snacks, maybe get a slurpee from 7/11, and start driving towards St. Louis. You could sleep in your car for the night at a Walmart and then drive to Atlanta the next day. After that, just head straight to Florida, home free!

Your mom cleared your throat to get your attention, making you whip your head around to face her.

"Oh sweetie, do you mind if I go next door? We got a new tax guy and his office is just next door. I need to drop off some papers so that he can finish prepping our file." As if like magic, your mom pulled out some stapled papers from her purse.

"When did we get a new tax guy?"

"Last month, your father wanted to change from using H&R Block because of all the problems we had with them last year so we found this new guy."

You glanced at her, finding her eating her ice cream and looking at you; not a concern or worry was written on her face. Her story did seem to add up, your parents did complain about their tax people so this didn’t seem suspicious. So you, cautiously, nodded.

She got up and began to walk down the sidewalk, "You can join me if you would like."

You pursed your lips and took the risk, "Uh… sure."

The request seemed simple and innocent enough, making your anxiety ease for a second. She might have not gone to work because she had errands to do and the paperwork she held under her arm seemed legit. And as you walked into the building and headed towards the office at the end of the hall, everything actually seemed okay. Maybe she did respect your decision and just wanted to spend some time with you before you left.

"Give me a second," Your mom said, pausing.

You crashed into her back, heart racing again as she stopped. But all she did was hand you the papers and turn to walk over to the trash can.

"Give me your trash," she said, reaching out for you to give her your dirty napkins.

Complying, you watched her throw the trash away before walking back to you, nodding for you to walk through the door in front of you.

Inside was a large, empty office. It was bright with the grayish white walls and unfinished concrete floors projecting the light from the large windows everywhere. It made you squint as you moved blindly forward.

The door behind you clicked at the same time that you blinked, eyes adjusting. There was a small circle of chairs in front of you, some occupied by a few people while others were empty. A couple people were hanging out by what looked to be a snack table and another person was standing by someone, chatting. But when you came in, they all paused to turn to you.

This was what she was planning.

Someone in a cardigan and with a gentle smile began approaching you and beside you your mom began to speak, "Sweetie, this is for the best…"

But her voice faded from your mind as your heavy breaths and fast heartbeat overwhelmed you. You whipped around, stumbling from the speed in which you did so, and crashed into the chest of a tall person who was blocking the door.

You heaved a breath.

Behind you, the person in the cardigan spoke, "Hi, I understand this might be confusing and overwhelming but your mom brought you here because she cares about you and your well being. My name is Amanda and I'm more than happy to answer all your questions."

"What the fuck is this? Is this an intervention? What am I doing here? Why am I here? Mom, why did you take me here?" You rushed out, feeling the room spin and your body get cold as you quickly glanced around the room.

In an instant, the calm neutral face your mom had fell into one of concern, with her eyes glossy and eyebrows pressed together, "This is an Al-Anon meeting sweetheart and it's for the best, okay? Just one meeting and then we can go home, alright?"

Your legs gave out on you. As you collapsed onto the floor, your vision blurred but you could make out the way your mom screamed and rushed forward to grab you. Amanda looked concerned but concentrated, as if she knew exactly what to do, when she got down onto her knees to help you. You could also feel some heavy hands grab onto your shoulders behind you as your vision faded to black.

When you regained consciousness, you felt the wind gently caress your cheeks as it blew by. It felt nice, not feeling sweaty and flushed. But as you blinked your eyes open, you found yourself leaning on your mom, half laid on a bench, outside a building you had no idea about.

“Hey honey, are you feeling ok?” Your mom said, instantly hugging you against her body as she noticed you beginning to stir.

“Yea… yea… I'm fine,” you said, your words coming out slurred as you brought yourself up to sit.

“How are you feeling?” A voice said, behind you and your mom.

Everything came rushing back as you recognized this voice as Amanda’s voice.

You stumbled up, making your mom gasp and jump up from her seat. Amanda placed a hand on your mom’s forearm, gently smiling at her.

“What do you want from me?!” you yelled, feeling anger seep into your skin as soon as you got up and faced her.

Amanda looked at you, “We are not here to hurt you, take you away, or anything. Your mom brought you here to give you a safe space to talk about Mikey.”

“I don’t need to talk about SHIT!” You heaved, making your mom look away from her, desperately trying to conceal her own anger.

“We care about you and we believe that you should try this out, just once. You are free to leave if you don’t want to, okay?” Amanda continued, voice soft.

It made your blood boil.

With fists clenched, you glared at your mom, “You did all of this, just to trick me into coming here?”

Your mom continued to look away, refusing to look at you. You seethed.

“You can’t even look at me or respond to me?”

Amanda shook her head, “I understand your feeling upset and confused right now, considering how your mom brought you here, but your mom only has the best intentions for you in mind. Please, come inside. You don’t have to share anything with the group or even sit with the group. You can stand in the back with your mom and share whenever you would like.”

With a roll of your eyes, you crossed your arms.

Softly, your mom said your name, “I never expected myself to be a perfect mom, but was willing to die trying just for you. Both your father and I made a pact to do everything we could in order to make sure you had the best life you could live. As you got older and became your own person, it was hard to watch you make mistakes but we knew when to step in and guide you, and when to step back,” her voice cracked and she cleared her throat before continuing, “And watching you be with Mikey, to be happy, was a joy in the beginning… until we saw the cracks forming in your relationship. We did everything we could to help you but nothing worked. I understand you loved him… but sweetie… his addiction hurt you too.”

“Mikey never hurt me!!” you yelled, not even feeling the tears rushing out, “He never once laid a hand on me! He never brought me around that stuff! He never wanted me to suffer!”

“He was unstable!” your mom sobbed, doubling over as the dam of emotions broke for her.

Amanda gently gripped her arms, holding her up. She stared at you with a pained but apologetic expression.

“I know what it’s like to lose someone to addiction. I lost my father when I was 16. I was such a daddy’s girl growing up, so losing him was bad but discovering why I lost him only hours after I did made it worse,” Amanda said, filling the air with something other than cries and sobs.

You stifled your cries, making them come out as jagged breaths and rough sniffs that made your throat tighten. But you stood your ground, standing tall as your mom tried so hard not to collapse to the ground.

“You’re not… you're not coping well. I don’t want to lose you too.” your mom managed to get out between sobs, voice small and watery.

A sob escaped, shaking your body and making you stumble.

“You’re not going to lose me, I swear. I’m okay. I just… I just need some time.”

#the bear #reader #carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto #carmy berzatto imagine #carmy the bear #michael berzatto x reader #mikey berzatto #mikey berzatto imagine #mikey the bear #richie jerimovich #carmen berzatto x reader #reader insert #richie berzatto imagine #richie jerimovich x reader #richie the bear #natalie berzatto #sugar berzatto

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crowboss-whore · 10 months

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Thinking…

Thinking abt Honkai Star men being dragged to a concert.

(Can be read platonic or romantic)

Sampo is so totally down for it. He just gives the energy of someone who wouldn’t say no to a free concert ticket (AND HONESTLY?? ME TOO BESTIE)

100% gives his all because why the fuck not? And it’s so much fun. Like— BABES. When I tell you that this man probably hypes you up hella hard when you start belting it out— I MEAN IT.

He’s taking pictures, he’s taking videos. (He’s 100% taking advantage of your excitement to get a few free drinks)

Okay— but Sampo would totally be happy for you. And he’s also really happy. Like you’re yelling your lungs out. Singing screaming— it does not matter. Both of your throats are GONE by tomorrow.

Speaking of— Sampo probably almost made you two late. By accident. He just kept forgetting things or tried buying stuff.

It’s fine, after the concert he was a gentleman with guiding you back to the room. You both knock the fuck out though. Your heads hit those pillows and you were GONERS.

It’s NOT Gepard’s first concert. I refuse to believe that man has never attended any of Serval’s concerts. He’s got the best tickets, the best placing, he knows when to get ready and when to go— Dawg is your best man to be with for concerts.

He’s not good at singing, but fuck that. You’re both singing and losing your voices. Both of you are standing and fucking rocking out to the music.

And if Serval is trying to get people onstage?? SHUT UP, YOU TWO ARE TRYING TO GET THE OTHER ONSTAGE. It’s such a funny mess because you guys are too high on energy and pointing at one another.

Doesn’t matter— neither of you are chosen. But that’s okay bc you two are laughing so hard and leaning against each other. Like jfc you guys lost a lung AND your voices.

Gepard had to awkwardly tell Bronya that he couldn’t make it to work today. Why? Oh… you know. No voice, haha.

She knows and is happy he’s getting time to have fun.

Dan Heng?? How tf did you get him to go?

It’s not that hard actually. March and Stelle tag teamed his ass into going.

But that’s fiiine. He’s perfect for navigation and knows where stuff is. He’s got your back with the good hotels and restaurants.

At first, this man is QUIET. He’s nodding his head to the beat, but that’s it. It isn’t until later when the energy is really out there, that you catch him standing.

He probably doesn’t yell or scream like you, March, and Stelle. Dawg probably smiles like a dumbass though and is shaking his head. You guys won’t have voices for shit tomorrow. That’s okay, he can help soothe your sore throats in the morning.

He won’t admit it (he does but not verbally), but he enjoyed the concert. Like he loved seeing you guys let loose and go wild. Makes him feel like shit is gonna be okay.

After the concert is so funny tho. March is riding that energy high, Stelle wants to devour food (and probably inedible stuff), and you’re slowly crashing. So he’s got you leaning against him while trying to convince the other two to get back to the hotel room.

He’s semi-successful.

NOW JING YUAN— I am so biased towards this man. You guys don’t even know.

But he’s slightly unsure what to do, but whatever. He’ll follow your lead.

Fuck the before— DURING?? His hand is hovering over the small of your back. Any open drink you have is covered so it doesn’t spill on your outfit. He’s watching out for you with the softest and happiest smile. Because he’d trade the world for you to be this carefree.

You’re yelling, screaming, singing— you definitely have a sore throat. But that’s okay. He’ll take care of you. He promises.

Bro probably is laughing and smiling so hard. Like— you take his hand and start scream-singing the lyrics and he’s for it. Do that sway stay-in place dance with him. Please. He’s overjoyed every time you face him with that smile.

Okay, but afterwards, he’s probably still dealing with lingering energy. You two are clearly dropping in energy levels, and he’s urging you to the hotel room. Saying stuff “we can see it tomorrow, just rest for now,” while helping you deal with a very sore throat.

… this man has my heart wtf. I am so biased with him.

For Blade? Good luck. I actually don’t know how you’d get his ass to go. But if you do, you’re the safest motherfucker there.

Your drinks? Safe. Your items? Safe. You? Safest person to exist. He’s responsible for your ass now… much to his dismay.

I don’t have a good grasp of his character yet, but I think he’d be a bit irked. Irked… but slightly smug knowing you chose him over Kafka and Silver Wolf. Because, hey, that’s shit he can say he’s done that the other two haven’t.

Oh, but he’s so over it at the end. “Get your merch and let’s go” type bs. Literally picks you up and makes his way to the hotel room— bc we all know he wouldn’t settle for some cheap ass hotel. Dude made sure it was nice enough where there was two beds and easy to secure.

You probably had at least one argument the entire day. Maybe more bc it’s Blade.

It’s fun though bc you’re smiling and don’t put up that bad of a fuss. Especially when he tosses you onto the bed and almost threatens you to sleep.

You knock out about thirty minutes after.

Blade just lets you sleep and debates if he wants to let you deal with that sore throat or not. (Spoiler; he doesn’t)

#went to see Katy Perry and jfc #my throat hurts dawg #talking isn’t an option for tomorrow #but it was worth it #crow writes #honkai star rail x reader #sampo x reader #sampo koski x reader #gepard x reader #gepard landau x reader #dan heng x reader #jing yuan x reader #blade x reader #hsr blade x reader #also Stelle mc bias bc I use her and she’s so fucking laid back and reckless

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