#i missed these guys omf

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🫢 do I write a small romantic Orangehausen thing…. I don’t know…

#I’m so conflicted guys SO CONFLICTED #because omg they are such besties #but also omf what if they kissed… #every Orangehausen fic I make is pulling me closer to making them miss #everytime orange is protective of Danhausen is also pulling me in that direction #I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO!!!! #Orangehausen

[wonustars]

𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘷𝘦 𝘉𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘈𝘸𝘢𝘺

I recommend listening to Still by Jeff Bernat while reading the first part!

Summary: It’s been a year since you and your ex-boyfriend, Wonwoo, had broken up. You have been having a hard time getting over him, no thanks to the fact you share mutual friends. Friends who liked to constantly update you on how he’s doing. After having no contact for the past 12 months, you two end up at the same party.

Tags: angst, fluff, hurt and comfort, smut (mdni) j.ww x reader, nonidol! au, nonidol!wonwoo, exbf!wonwoo, jealous!wonwoo, mentions of most svt members (S.Coups, Jeonghan, Hoshi, Minghao, Mingyu Seungkwan.), exes to lovers, y/n has way too much pride, pining over eachother during the whole party omf, they both assume too much, a little mingyu x reader if you squint, low tolerance hoshi as always, mingyu is bullied but thats normal atp.

Smut Tags/Warnings: smut mdni! dom!wonwoo, sub!reader, afab!reader, bathroom sex, p in v sex, semi-public sex, fingering, literally one spank (f. receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, tiniest bit of degradation, praise, lots of petnames (baby, princess, love,). if i've missed anything lmk! :}

Word count: 4556 words.

Note: HELLO OOMFG, my first ever seventeen fic has now graced this website. literally no one asked for this… i just love wonwoo. I can't believe i even finished this with how hectic school is wtf. any ways this is my first Wonwoo fic and i'm very excited and NERVOUS to share it with you all...... anyways i hope u like it haha. lmk what you guys think of it PLEASE i want feedback, i crave feedback. love u all enjoy hfiasuheiuhafsi.

SMUT UNDERNEATH THIS CUT. MDNI! 18+.

After a year of not seeing one another, the pang in your heart never subsided. The thought of even breathing the same air as him was already causing you to feel the uneasiness boiling in your stomach. You heard from everyone how well he’s doing without you, you didn’t want to have to see it with your own eyes too. 

Unassumingly, you walked into Soonyoung’s apartment expecting to be greeted by the host himself. Instead, you donned upon a familiar set of eyes. Soft brown eyes, the same ones that you looked into every morning for three years. 

You tried your best to act ok, but the familiar ache in your chest was creeping in once again. The same ache that hasn’t left for the past 12 months. The same ache that hasn’t left since you watched him walk out your front door. 

The two of you are still standing there. Awkwardness started to settle in. You clear your throat and attempt to give your best poker face. 

“Hi, uhm is Soonyoung in there?” You Inquire. Cursing yourself mentally due to the audible shake in your voice. 

“Hey Y/n long time no see, and yeah he’s already become good friends with his toilet. You know how he gets with alcohol.” He chuckled. 

Now you’re mentally cursing him. He looks so composed compared to you. He’s even joking around with you. You have half the mind to back out and just drive home. But you can't. You can't because it’ll make you look like he still has an effect on you. Even though you’re not over him you still have some pride left in you. 

“Oh haha that doesn’t sound too good. Anyways, it’s nice seeing you again but I’m gonna go and greet everyone now.” You declare, eyes not even meeting him. If they did you wouldn’t be able to stay calm any longer. 

His hair got longer, you thought to yourself. He looked so good even after all this time. The thick rimmed glasses he wore complimented his features well. Alongside the creme knit sweater, the sleeves sitting above his elbows. It gives you a good view of his strong forearms. The same ones that held you while you fell asleep every night. 

“It’s nice seeing you too Y/n.” His voice is almost a whisper. Eyes scanning your face for any type of reaction. 

To Wonwoo’s dismay you only nod your head half-heartedly and trudge past him. He can feel his heart skip a beat, with both joy and sadness. Being able to see you is so bittersweet, and you still look as good as you did when he last saw you a year ago. 

He watches you make your way through the room. Your eyes particularly light up as you spot Mingyu. Curious eyes peer over to your frame and see how Mingyu engulfs you into a tight hug. Wonwoo's fists ball up tightly and he shuts the door with more force than normal. 

If things were different, it would be him that has his arms around you. Not his best friend.

You laugh at Mingyu's joke, but you’re still conscious of the pair of eyes that are burning into your back. You didn’t have to turn around to know who was staring at you. A part of you is happy, why is Wonwoo keeping his eyes on you? The other part of you is anxious. Why is Wonwoo keeping his eyes on you? 

“We’ve really missed you around here y/n.” Mingyu's soft voice brings you back to reality. 

“I’ve missed you guys too, Gyu.” You professed. Your hand moves to give his bicep a reassuring pat. To the two of you it’s nothing but a friendly gesture. To Wonwoo, it appears to be more than that. 

His jealousy is brewing in the pit of his stomach. 

You, on the other hand, are very aware of the way Wonwoo is eyeing you and Mingyu. If you didn’t know any better, you would assume that Wonwoo is jealous of Mingyu. As much as you want that to be the actual reason, you suppress your inner thoughts. Instead, you let Mingyu continue to talk your ear off about why he thinks Lane's character deserved a better ending in Gilmore Girls. 

…

Hours passed and the party has dyed down considerably. The only

people left at Sooyoung's apartment are now sitting around chatting in the living room. Everyone but Soonyoung (who Jeonghan and Minghao eventually put to rest in his room) have been engaging in the group’s conversation. 

“Haha, Hey Mingyu! Remember that time you tried to do a flip in the pool just to impress Y/n?” Jeonghan decided to make up a game called Mingyu's embarrassing moments. Group bonding he likes to call it. You can't help but laugh at the way the boys like to tease Mingyu. 

Though you found it surprising that Mingyu's failed flip was because he was trying to gain your attention. 

“I’m sick of you guys bringing that up! My back hurt for a whole week..” Mingyu huffs, he looks at you with a pout. Allyou can do is giggle. 

“It’s ok Gyu, you can show me your flip the next time we go to the pool!” You try not to burst into laughter as you reassuringly pat his shoulder. In the middle of all of this you felt a pair of eyes on you the whole time. Without even turning to look you knew who it was.

Excusing yourself to go to the washroom, you let the group continue to share their favourite moments of Mingyu embarrassing himself.

While you stood there, eyes closed, a sigh left your lips. All your energy had been drained from the party. Especially because 90% of your brain power had been used on looking at Wonwoo without making it obvious. You couldn’t help but steal glances, especially because he looked so good sitting there laughing with the guys. 

The tap was still running when you heard the door open and shut firmly behind you. You look up at the mirror to see a pair of cat-like eyes staring back at you. The squeeze in your chest intensifies. Out of all the people who could be in this small space with you right now, it’s him. 

“Are you and Mingyu a thing?” He cuts to the chase. Wonwoo was never the type to beat around the bush. Whenever he was curious about something he would ask. He finds it exhausting to play coy. It doesn’t make sense to him. 

You cough due to the awkward atmosphere. “W-what? Of course not! Me and Mingyu are just friends. He’s your best friend Wonwoo. I would never do that to you.” 

“I’m sorry I just don’t like the way you two seem so close.” He deflates. His eyes are still piercing into your soul. 

“Why? He’s both our friend Won.” You retort. His nickname leaves your lips so easily. The blush spreads across your cheeks in a matter of seconds. It’s been awhile since you’ve been this close to him. Since you’ve last called him by his nickname. 

“It’s the way he’s always trying to get your attention. I think he likes you Y/n.” Wonwoo sighs, he hates that you're so oblivious to Mingyu’s advances. Everyone but you seems to see the double meaning to his actions. 

“Even if Mingyu does like me, I would kindly reject him.” You assure him. You’re not sure why though, you two aren’t even together anymore. Following that thought, your heart aches once again. 

We’re not together anymore, you repeat in your head. 

You turn around to face him. With your backside pressed up against the bathroom counter, your breath gets caught in your throat. 

“My love, why did we even break up?” Wonwoo questioned you with a sad expression. You frowned. You recall the last few weeks before you broke up with him. 

He was so respectful of your decision it almost seemed like he wanted it to happen too. 

“Because I could tell that the last thing you needed was a relationship. Work was hectic for you, I was barely around because of my last year at school. It just felt like we were always at two different places. I loved you but I don’t think it would’ve been long before we called it quits. I just decided-.” He cuts you off. 

“Yes. You decided without me. We could’ve made it work. But you decided to break it off when it could’ve been fixed easily. I didn’t put up a fight when it happened because you seemed so sure that you didn’t love me anymore.” The tears in your eyes were threatening to spill. His face is so close to yours. The proximity of both your bodies. It was so much of him after not having him at all for so long. 

“I’m sorry, I just thought about what’s best for you.” You countered. A pout settling on your face. His arms are placed on the counter, gripping the marble on each side of you, locking you in. 

“There you go again, making decisions for the both of us.” His voice barely above a whisper. 

Wonwoo's eyes are still trained on yours, and you can’t seem to look away. The sparkle isn’t there anymore. It hasn’t been there since the day you left him. 

“Baby tell me you don’t love me anymore. Tell me that so I can move on. Because everyday that I’m not waking up beside you is another day my heart breaks a little more. I can’t even breathe properly without you. So please, just tell me you don’t love me.” The crack in his voice causes a tear in your heart. He’s begging you, the desperation in his words are clear. 

You look down. Wonwoo's knuckles are turning white because of how hard he’s gripping the countertop. The both of you are breathing heavily, and you fear that he can hear how hard your heart is pounding. 

“I’m sorry Won, but I can’t do that.” You murmured. “As much as I want you to be happy, I can’t tell you that I don’t love you. I don’t think I can ever stop.” 

“If you love me then come back to me. Please Y/n whatever it was that caused us to break up, we can fix it.” Pleading you, he grabs your face with his large hands. The motion makes you look back up into his eyes. He’s crying. 

The tears in his eyes slip gracefully down his face. Even in this sad moment he still looked so beautiful. A blush prominent on his cheeks and the tip of his nose. His long lashes wet with tears. Sorrow somehow makes him look so pretty in the dull lighting of the bathroom. 

Your heart thumps rapidly in your chest and your tongue dry. What are you even meant to say? Is it worth it to come back to a relationship you thought you couldn’t salvage? As much as you love Wonwoo, you two had so much ahead of you. His career was clearly taking off before you broke up with him and you just didn’t want to hold him back. You needed love, you needed attention but he just became too busy, rightfully so. You would never blame him for prioritizing his work, even if it meant straining your relationship. 

On the other hand you were in the final stages of completing your thesis. The two of you were always missing each other. He was always coming home in the later hours of the night while you were still asleep, and by the time it was morning the bed was neatly made beside him. 

“Won, I love you, I do. But I can tell you’re better off without me. From what Cheol and the boys are saying, you’re happy. I even heard you're dating again.” you chuckle bitterly, biting the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from crying. 

“No Y/n, I’m fucking miserable without you. I don’t care what the boys are saying. I only went on a date because Soonyoung said it would be good to try again, but I can’t do it. I can’t because it's not you. And I can’t stand the thought of you ending up with someone else. I want to be your last. I miss waking up to you every morning, and I miss the way the house smelt when you were still around. I even miss the way you would snore in your sleep. I need you in my life, but if you don’t feel the same way anymore then I won’t bother you anymore. You won’t have to worry about me.” Wonwoo’s voice cracks, the desperation clear in his voice. 

His hands are still caging you in, the proximity becoming overwhelming. Your faces are inches apart, and all you can smell is his peach scented cologne. His scent only ever reminded you of home. God why was he so good with his words, you thought. The tears in your eyes start to fall. Fuck. This is not how you thought this night was going to go. 

“I love you Wonwoo.” is all you can say in response. It comes out as a whisper as the gap between you two starts to fade. 

Your lips move against his with fluidity. He feels the same way he did a year ago, you thought. The sound of the running tap and the sounds of kissing fill the small bathroom. Wonwoo’s hands move from the countertop to your waist, gripping you tight. As if you were about to disappear into thin air if he let you go. 

All you could think about at that moment was that he felt so good on top of you. Your bodies pressed up against each other once again. You haven’t been with anyone since the two of you broke up, you just couldn’t do it. No one could get you as turned on as Wonwoo does. It doesn’t feel right unless it's him, it doesn’t feel right to have anyone inside you except him. 

Wonwoo still has his iron grip on you, but now his hands are creeping under your shirt to feel your bare waist. You don’t stop him, if anything you want him to keep going. Fuck everyone who can hear you outside. Right now, at this moment, it's just you and him. 

Both of your breathing becomes laboured as you deepen the kiss, opening your mouth to let his tongue explore the inside of your mouth. His mouth finally leaves yours; looking at you again with those piercing eyes. Staring back with the same intensity you just smile and place a hand on his cheek. He breaks the contact only to dive into your neck, kissing and licking every square inch he has access to. You can only whimper as you feel him marking you up. Even though it's a bad idea for him to leave hickies, he can’t help it. Wonwoo wants to show you how badly he’s missed you. 

You two are close enough in distance that you can feel his hard on pressing against your thigh. He’s rubbing himself against you as he licks up your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin. 

“Hmm feels good baby,” you whisper, as you move your head to give him more surface area. Eyes rolling to the back of your head, your hand gripping his bicep to keep you grounded throughout all the pleasure. It’s been so long since you’ve been touched like this, you can’t help but feel sensitive to every miniscule touch that you’re receiving. 

“I need you so bad Won,” you whimper to him. His hold on you tightens at your words. All of this feels like a dream that you don’t want to wake up from. Wonwoo’s lips feathering soft kisses against your skin as he holds you; it just feels too good to be true. 

“Shh I know baby, I’ll give you what you want, just let me savour you for a bit.” He whispers back in your ear, one hand slowly moving towards your chest. His hand was fully under your shirt by this point. You force him to reconnect his lips with yours again, kissing him harder. You pull away again just to take off your shirt, your bra following without a second to spare. Not wasting any time your pants come off next, leaving you fully naked against the sink. 

Before you can take off any of Wonwoo’s clothes he stops you, his eyes dark with want. Moving you to sit on top of the counter, he spreads your legs. You sit there with anticipation as he massages your thighs, admiring your glistening pussy. He hasn’t done much but he still looked so attractive under the fluorescent light. Your walls lining with slick the more you looked at him. Fingers creeping close to where you need him most, he plays with your wetness. You sigh, the relief washing over you as he rubs slow, lazy circles on your clit. 

“Need more, please baby.” you whine, grabbing his wrist to bring him closer to your entrance. He pulls back with a tsk. 

“No love, let me play with you for a bit.” He’s not asking, and you know how he gets when you two are like this. You’ve always been a brat with him, and he was never one to give in. Always playing the long game, edging you until you beg him to let you cum. Today was not the day to play games with you though. 

“No. Wanna feel you inside me now.” you demand, leading his hands towards your soaking cunt. 

He can only sigh, giving into you for the first time. 

“This is the only time I’m letting you get what you want. Next time you better be begging for me.” He looked serious, and you know not to play brat any more than you have now. 

Without warning he shoves two fingers inside of you. Letting out a moan, you throw your head back. Eyes rolling to the back of your head as you spread your legs further. Wonwoo curls his fingers as he pumps them in and out of you, feeling how wet you are for him. He can’t help but grin to himself. He knows he’s the only one who can get you this needy, and he's enjoying every single second of it. 

Your moans get louder and he slaps his other hand over your mouth. 

“If you wanna be a good little whore for me, you better keep quiet. Can’t have the others hearing you now, isn’t that right baby?” he spits. You can only nod, your brows furrowing with pleasure. 

“You're so wet already, this is just for me isn't it?” he hums, picking up the speed as he finger fucks you. You moan against his hand, not being able to give a proper response due to all the pleasure. You forgot how good his fingers feel compared to your own. They fill you up so well, not even your vibrator can make you feel this good. 

He continues with his ministrations, the sounds of your wet folds squelching echoes inside the bathroom. Your mind wanders to whether or not the guys can hear you, but they quickly dissipate as his thumb finds your clit once again. Rubbing it in perfect rhythm with his fingers. The familiar feeling of your orgasm approaching creeps up on you. 

“G-gonna cum Won.” you breathe out. His hand leaves your mouth, replacing it with his lips. The speed of his fingers increases, the other hand fondling your tits to get you closer to the edge. You moan into the kiss as relief washes over you, your cunt dripping with cum. It covers his hands and your inner thighs. Before you could say anything, Wonwoo shoves his fingers in your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself. 

“Good job baby, you’re doing so well for me aren’t you?” He chuckles as you obediently lick up your cum from his fingers. The praise and your recent orgasm makes your head dizzy. 

Opening your mouth you remove his fingers. You pout and pull him closer to you, and he goes back to placing his hands at each of your sides on the counter, leaning in to give you a peck on your lips. 

“Want your cock, please baby.” you whine, grabbing the ends of his sweater to attempt to lift it off of him. He can only laugh at how needy you are for him. “Wanna feel you cum inside me please.” 

“Only because you asked so nicely.” 

He removes his clothes quickly, both your bodies buzzing with anticipation. His pants pooling at his ankles, and his member stands hard and leaking with pre cum. Your mouth can’t help but water. As much as you want to suck him off right now, you don’t. Mentally leaving a note to yourself to ask him about it next time. Next time, you thought. It still sounded funny considering you haven’t been with him like this in a long time. 

Parting your legs apart further, Wonwoo moves in between them, his hands guiding his dick towards your entrance. Teasingly he rubs himself against your cunt, collecting your juices for an easier entrance. You look down between the two of you and your pussy clenches at how big he is.

“Stop teasing please, I want you inside me now.” you beg, pushing your hips to meet his. He just chuckles, shaking his head before he forces his cock past your folds. 

Gasping at the sudden intrusion, he doesn’t give you time to adjust; grabbing your thighs to hook them between his arms, spreading you further. It gives him a new angle to fuck into you deeper, his thrusts fast and hard just how you’ve always liked it. The pleasure becomes more overwhelming with every move he makes. The feeling of his hard member rubbing against your gummy walls sends you into overdrive. He continues to hit that spot in you that you know no one else can reach. The vigour in every movement causes slapping sounds to fill the room alongside the wet sounds of his cock entering in and out of you. If anything it just turns you one even more. 

“Feels so good baby, keep going.” You moan as he places his mouth around your nipple sucking on it as he continues to fuck you. He moves your legs once again to place them around his hips, allowing his free hand to rub your clit once more. The feeling of it all is hitting you hard, especially with how sensitive you are from the previous orgasm. 

“So fucking tight for me princess.” Wonwoo grunts, his words causing you to clench around him even harder. He’s groaning above you, trying hard to not cum for as long as possible. You’re already drunk off his cock but he wants to savour every moment of this. The uncertainty of it all is keeping him from cumming too quickly. 

The moans coming from your mouth only get louder the more he plays with your clit, and before you know it you’re coming undone for the second time tonight. But Wonwoo perseveres, his thrusts never falter. Not until you feel his member twitch inside you. 

“Cum inside me Won, wanna be filled up please.” you’re blubbering at this point, overstimulated and overwhelmed. You just want to feel his cum spurt into your hole. He groans at how the filthy words spewing from your lips, causing him to release inside you. You whimper against his shoulder, feeling the hot white liquid spilling into your pussy. As you clench around him once more you bring his face to yours, giving a deep and meaningful kiss. 

“Come home with me. I’m not done with you.” He demands. His dick still inside of you, he refuses to pull out, finding comfort in your warmth. 

“I’ll do whatever you want Jeon Wonwoo, as long as I get to ride you later.” you laugh, removing yourself from his grip. He smiles, the pink tinge apparent on his cheeks. 

You hop off the counter to put on your clothes, and as you bend down to grab your things you feel a sharp slap hit your ass. Yelping, you turn to give him a dirty look. He can only smile mischievously, the sight of his cum leaking from your pussy lips onto your thighs is turning him on again. As he gets dressed his head fills with intrusive thoughts, ultimately, he decides to save it for later. 

The two of you end up leaving the bathroom just to see everyone still drinking and talking in a circle. All the attention turns towards the two of you. Out of all the people you can’t help but notice the way Mingyu isn’t his usual cheerful self, the difference earlier on in the party is a stark contrast from his current mood. Your thoughts are cut off by Seungkwan’s voice. 

“Finally! My god, we didn’t know when you two were gonna make up, its been to fucking long.” he exasperates, both you and Wonwoo giggle bashfully. 

“For real, the tension between the both of you was too thick. All you needed was a good fuck.” Jeonghan chimes in, giving you two a suggestive wink. 

You feel the heat rise creep up your neck to cheeks. In the heat of the moment the bathroom fuck was good, but you know the boys aren’t going to let you two live it down. They never do, Mingyu being a prime example. 

“Ok ok, I hope you all got your jokes in. Me and Y/n are going home.” Wonwoo announces, leading you to the doorway with his hand on the small of your back. 

“Good night guys!” You bid them farewell and you make your way out of Soonyoung’s apartment. They all say their goodnights to you two, along with some cheers at the news that you and Wonwoo are back to normal.

The two of you walk towards Wonwoo’s car, his hand entangled with yours; holding you tight to ensure you don’t leave him again. The fall breeze sends chills down your spine, the leaves dancing in circles along the pavement. Wonwoo pulls you in closer, trying to preserve your warmth. You can’t help but smile at the fact that he just knew, even when you didn’t say anything. 

As you reach the destination of his car, he opens the door for you. Letting you get comfortable before climbing in himself and turning it on to start. The radio immediately connects to his phone, the song humming quietly in the background. Wonwoo’s hand finds yours again, looking at you with warm eyes. He places a quick peck on your lips before pulling away. There’s only one destination for him in mind. 

“Home?” he asks. 

“Home.” you respond.

© wonustars

a/n: there you have it kind reader! you've reached the end. i hope you enjoyed it as much as i enjoyed writing it :D leave a like, comment or even a reblog!!! i wanna hear your thoughts. mwah mwah, anna <3.

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george russell x fem!gasly!motogp!reader

warnings: mentions of george's crash/dnf from singapore, sad!george, poorly translated french. [wc: 1.5k words]

in which george doesn't know how to feel; he's devastated about his own finish... or lack thereof, but the love of his life just finished P2 in her own race and he can't help the joy from taking over.

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mercedesamgf1 he fought SO hard out there. 💪 a heroic effort by george. unlucky to miss out on a well-deserved podium, right at the very end.

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username absolutely gutted for george... but yall really couldn't show up to the podium for your other driver cuz of this??? slimy lol

username it wrecked my heart watching the last 5 mins of that race honest to god (lets celebrate no rbr in the top 3 tho !!!)

username guy signs his contract and starts this shit? sounds like a bit of a mistake huh

username george :((((

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liked by mercedesamgf1 username congrats on ur p2 finish yngasly!!! you deserved it so much

username id sooo have such an ick if i were yngasly rn and my bf and brother both sucked at their jobs today while you kicked ass.... embarizzzing

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yngasly what an incredible weekend, and an even better race! so proud of the whole team, and honoured to be taking home the p2 trophy this weekend. ciao italy 🇮🇹

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pierregasly nous savons tous qui est le gasly le plus talentueux 💪 (we all know who the most talented gasly is)

pierregasly proud of you! 🤍

username that's our fav motogp girl, kicking ass as always yngasly!!!

username god im so obsessed with her

username she was SO close to that p1 position i was screaaaaaming at my computer omf

georgerussell63 proud of you lovely 💗

georgerussell63 can't wait to celebrate with you when i get to see you angel

username i would die for the relationship georgerussell63 and yngasly have... it's so pure love

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georgerussell63 thank you, love. sorry we both can't be celebrating today. yngasly oh georgie...

The plane left the tarmac almost 7 hours ago, just a few short hours left until it landed in Singapore. The plane’s shifty Wi-Fi allowing you to watch the current race going on in the Singapore streets, your boyfriend maintaining a good speed, and a good position throughout most of the race.

Your stomach dropped immediately when the commentator’s voices picked up, George’s name dropping from their lips as the cameramen panned to his car.

The inner turmoil started the moment you watched the replay of the Mercedes hit the wall during the final lap. You, alongside every other person watching the race, were not expecting such a dramatic end to an even more dramatic race.

It had been an incredible day before this, your own P2 finish still pushing high levels of joy through your body. It had been an exhilarating race, after qualifying in P6 just the day before, you were able to jump up 4 positions, holding everyone off behind you as you maintained your speed and composure to finish the race in your highest finish this season.

You were almost immediately carted off to the airport once all your media responsibilities were completed. You had booked a flight to Singapore that would get you there just a few hours after George’s own race was over, allowing you to surprise him after weeks of being apart.

What you didn’t expect was the internal dread that was currently encompassing your body, unsure of how George would react when you arrived at his hotel door after how his race just ended. He would be happy to see you, regardless, but would he be upset at you for coming after the end of your own successful race? Would he want to be alone? Would you end up having to spend the night in Pierre’s room, leaving George to wallow in his own self-pity?

It was all you could think of as the map showed the flight radar on the screen in front of you, the estimated time of arrival dwindling down the closer you got.

You had texted George the moment you saw his crash.

Are you okay???

That looked bad

I saw the video of you walking away, you looked like you were in pain… I’m so sorry mon amour :(

You drove an amazing race… I’m so proud of you

If you want to talk you know you can call me, I love you :(

He had let you know he was a little sore and would probably be back to the hotel late so he likely wouldn’t be calling you tonight. It’s what prompted you to call Pierre the moment you were off the plane, the phone ringing a few times before he picked up.

“Incredible race! I watched a bit of it before we had to get in our cars, you kicked ass. Jumped up 4 places and everything, let’s goooo,” he trailed off the end with a small ‘woot’ of celebration, his gigantic smile prevalent even through the phone.

“Thanks Pear, but I wasn’t calling about the race. My flight just got into Singapore; do you think someone from your team could come pick me up? Or like anyone? George doesn’t know I’m here… it was supposed to be a nice surprise.”

The sigh was loud through the phone, Pierre agreeing to have someone from Alpine come to the airport.

“You should know… George is devastated. Charles says he was crying his eyes out when he saw him walk by, said it looked like he was super distraught. I don’t know how happy or excited he is going to be about your race today.”

The tears sprouted to your eyes immediately, you had already seen on social media that George may have been seen crying, but to hear it directly from someone who had seen him… the sadness wreaked through your body.

“I don’t care about my own race, right now. I’m happy enough for myself, he needs someone to be there for him.”

It didn’t take long for someone from Alpine to pick you up and drop you off at the hotel. You had bothered one of the men from George’s PR team earlier in the day to text you what room number and hotel he was staying at, promising him it was all for a surprise that wouldn’t cause any issues for George or the team.

Your knuckles rapped against the door in front of you, sounds from inside the room halting the noise encompassed the air. You couldn’t tell if he was coming to the door or not, no noise now coming from the room. Just as you were about to knock again, the door swung open to reveal your boyfriend.

His red-rimmed and puffy eyes were the first thing you noticed, a clear indicator that he had been crying. The small smile that grew on his face was real, a tiny bit of happiness shining in his eyes as he took in who was in front of him.

“Oh, Georgie…”

You dropped your bag to the floor, pushing your body into his. His arms wrapped around your frame, his head pressing into the junction where your neck and shoulder met, your own arms wrapping around his taller frame. You played with the hair at the nape of his neck, holding him as tight as you could, allowing him to push any emotions he was currently feeling into the hug.

“What are you doing here?” He murmured into your ear, his arms tightening around your body as if he was trying to fuse the both of you together.

Shrugging in his arms, you continued to hold his frame tightly in your own. “Thought it would be a nice surprise, was going to fly with you to Japan after and spend some time with you. Haven’t seen you in a while, I guess.”

George pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head before pulling away, a sad smile falling on his lips. “You drove an incredible race today, my love. I’m so proud of you.”

You couldn’t help the pull at your heartstrings as he praised you for your own race, even after the devastating end to his own. It was obvious he was trying to keep the sadness at bay, to not ruin your own accomplishments.

“Thank you, mon amour. I don’t want to talk about my race, though.”

George grabbed your bag as he gestured for you to walk into the room, allowing the hotel door to slam behind you as he placed the luggage next to his own. “I don’t really want to talk about my own race, either. I’d much rather talk about yours.”

He pulled you onto the king-sized bed, immediately wrapping his body around your own as you snuggled into his chest. You could feel his heartbeat against your ear, his fingers rubbing soothing circles on the indent of your spine through your shirt.

“I feel like such an idiot. I’m not a rookie, I shouldn’t be making those kinds of mistakes, I lost complete control of my car at the worst possible time and cost myself one of the best finishes this season. It’s not fair,” he choked the words out, his nose pressing into your hair as he took a deep breath, trying to keep the inevitable tears at bay.

“Georgie… it happens, mistakes happen. It sucks, don’t get me wrong, but we all make mistakes. Do you know how many fuckups I’ve had this season? Don’t get me started on how many Pierre’s had, it doesn’t make you rookie-caliber to mess up one race. You’ll come back stronger from this; I swear.”

You could feel the small shrug of his shoulders as he pulled your body closer to his own, a light press of his lips to the crown of your head the only indication that he heard you.

“I can’t believe you got P2. I was trying to watch it while we were getting ready, someone said you jumped up 4 places huh?”

You nodded your head, a bashful smile pulling onto your lips, “It wasn’t that impressive, I’ve done it before.”

George nudged your side, prompting you to look up at him, a small smile edging onto the Brit’s lips, “That was your highest finish of the season though, darling. I’d say that’s pretty impressive, no?”

“I don’t want to overshadow how you’re feeling to be happy about my own race, mon amour. That’s not fair to you.”

Nudging you again, you felt his fingers dig into your ribs lightly, an indication he was telling you to stop talking. “You’re not overshadowing how I feel, I’m devastated, and I’m pissed at myself for how my race finished. It doesn’t mean I’m not allowed to be happy for you, to feel some type of joy over the fact my best friend just finished P2.”

Leaning up, you pressed your lips to his gently, a ‘thank you’ imbedded in the way your lips moulded together. George pulled you closer, pulling back to rest his head against your own once again.

“At least my crash damage numbers aren’t as high as your brothers. Did you see he finally hit the millions a few days ago? Knew he’d beat me there.”

“Oh my god, George. Not everything has to be a competition between you and my brother.”

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[mattsivy]

sigh have to do this again 😔 anywhore 😼 rick smut with enemies to lovers and age gap set during prison era, reader was alr in the group before rick even showed up (L ratio) and she’s just a massive brat (#girlpower) and ricks just like omf can you shut up and then she’s like make me bitch 😼 then BOOM sexy time (is this enough detail 😔) OH and lots of sexual tension 😼

HYPNOTIC ━︎━︎━︎ RICK GRIMES

pairing; Prison Era!Rick Grimes x reader

cw; mentions of death, swearing, making out, fingering, pet names ( baby, sweetheart, good girl ), p in v, hair pulling, choking, spanking (like 2 spanks), dumbification, dirty talk, degrading & praising. age gap (the reader is in her mid-twenties and Rick is in his very late thirties). unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) not proofread. if I’ve missed anything lmk

summary; you and Rick Grimes have hated each other since he stepped foot into the camp. After months on months of sexual tension, something finally happens

Author notes; this is literally gonna be filth guys. thanks for requesting my girl!! Second ever smut so pls be nice. this is so rushed and I got lazy asf at the end, I'm sure you’ll see!

You hated Rick Grimes with every fibre of your being. He walked around, acting like he owned everyone from the second he entered the camp, yet, hearing the gut-wrenching cries as he found out he lost his wife almost killed you.

You had been the one to cut Lori open, killing her. She had asked you too. To save her baby, Rick blamed you. How could he not? You killed his wife.

Despite the guilt, you couldn't help but match his attitude as you argued. The group quickly went to do their own things, not wanting to be caught in the middle.

“God! Can you just stop fuckin’ bitchin’?” Rick snapped. Your jaw clenched. You were not bitching. You were simply pointing out that his attitude is not okay. Lori had told you that her baby comes first. She actually demanded it, even when you had refused.

“Make me,” You challenged, you genuinely thought he would fall flat, walking away. Oh, how wrong you were.

Rick stalked towards you, a look in his eyes that told you you had flipped a switch within him. Soon enough, you were backed against the hard wall of the prison. “You’re gonna be wishin’ you never said that sweetheart,” Rick spoke gruffly.

“Yeah? What the fuck you gonna do?” You sassed him, which was a very bad idea. Soon enough, Rick turned you around, your cheek squishing against the wall.

“God, tell me you don't want this. ‘Cause if I start, I won't be able to stop,” Rick groaned out. You blinked, nodding.

“Words, sweetheart,” Rick demanded, his hand running up and down your sides.

“I want this,” You spoke, your words all muffled due to your cheeks being squished against the wall. God, you don’t know what you were thinking but he was so hot. So why not?

That was all Rick needed before he practically tore off your jeans. You were not happy about that, clothes were hard to come by these days.

Rick let out a low growl as he saw your lacy panties, which were soaked through.

“You all soaked from our argument? Dirty girl,” Rick tutted, landing a soft smack on your ass. You let out a little whine.

“Yeah? You like that?” Rick let out a little chuckle, landing a harder smack on your ass, thoroughly enjoying the little whines that fall from your mouth.

His rough hand makes its way down your waist until he’s pulling down your panties, exposing your cunt to the cold air.

“Such a pretty little thing,” Rick hummed as she rubbed your ass, before flipping you around so you facing him. He caught you in a searing kiss as his hand made its way down to your clit, rubbing in soft circles. You let out a little whine into Rick’s mouth.

Rick smirked against your mouth before he pulled away with a bite of your lip, his head dipping down into your neck, his lips moving softly against your sensitive neck. He entered one finger into your cunt.

You let out a loud moan, your head lulling back as he pumped his finger in and out of you. “More,” You gasped out.

“You want another?” Rick had the damned smirk on his face. You nodded. “Words,” He took his hand in your face, squishing your cheeks together.

“Yes, please!” You moaned, gripping onto his shoulders. Rick adds another finger, stretching out your tight cunt.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby,” Rick groaned, making the coil in your stomach tighten. You were a sucker for dirty talk

“Gonna cum,” You gasped out.

“Cum, Sweetheart. Be a good girl,” Rick rubbed his thumb against your clit, making you let out a pornographic moan, gushing around his fingers.

“Fuck, you’re so fuckin’ hot, baby. Don’t know why I didn’t have my way with you earlier,” Rick groaned out, fiddling with his belt. You ran your hands down his chest, all the way to his belt before you helped him undo it. Rick quickly pulled jeans and boxers down, revealing his hard cock.

It was bigger than anything you’ve ever had before, and it scared and excited you. Rick captured your lips in another searing kiss. It was messy, teeth clashing and tongues battling for dominance, which Rick won.

“Turn around,” Rick broke the kiss, making your knees go weak and doing exactly what he said. He rubbed his tip against your folds before slowly entering you, the pain mixing with the pleasure. It was such a delicious stretch.

“You can move,” You gasped out, making Rick groan. He moved his hips slowly at first before he started to pick up the pace. He wrapped his hand around your hair, in a ponytail before tugging it up, your head being tilted upwards.

You let out a string of loud moans as he pounded into you. Soon enough, his hand snaked down your belly, rubbing your clit. You were a babbling mess.

“Fuck, Sweetheart, look at you. You’re already a dumb cockdrunk slut,” He groaned, his hips snapping into you at a quicker pace.

It wasn’t long before you saw stars, coming around his cock, Rick let out a loud moan, following shortly after, releasing his load into your cunt.

“C’mon sweetheart, let’s get you cleaned up,” He pressed a kiss to your sweaty back. Maybe, you didn’t hate him after all.

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[obsessedelusional]

read your mind

paring ↬ Bella Ramsey x Fem!Reader

summary ↬ you’re a famous singer. you meet Bella at a event. the two of you end up spending an intoxicating two weeks together. one day you wake up and Bella is no where to be found. this turns into a vicious cycle of Bella hitting you up whenever it’s convenient for them. when you finally have enough Bella does something extreme to prove their case to you. requested here & inspired by read your mind - sabrina carpenter

word count ↬ 2.4kish

authors note ↬ I love writing but It’s hard to find the motivation. Anyways slowly working through my Bella request. someone requested this so long ago and I started it and never finished it. thank you ily (also I physically can’t imagine Bella as anything but the sweetest ever so this was hard omf)

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Bumping in to Bella Ramsey at an a event and becoming “a thing” was something you didn’t have planned for yourself. Yet here you are, have spent nearly everyday together in one way or another since the day you met. The two of you had been following each other on social media for a while so when you to were invited to the same award show you approached Bella. An innocent hello turned into an intoxicating two weeks.

Bella was in town for press, who knows how long they’d be in town? Two famous celebrities running a muck all over Los Angeles. Of course it becomes public knowledge, paparazzi photos of you guys walking out your home get taken. Neither of you aware until the next morning when they’re plastered all over the internet.

You wake up reaching over to find the bed empty. Unusual but you’re not worried yet reaching for your phone. You have several miss calls and texts. All asking about Bella. Your best friend the first to notify you of the photos and then asking if you seen Bella’s Instagram story. Closing your messages app to open it, notifications ten times more than normal.

Bella just posted on their story, twenty minutes ago. You click it open, you are presented with a selfie of you two Bella took a few days ago. Your sat basically on top of Bella with the biggest smile, they’re smiling too. Your feel your heart drop to your stomach when you read what they captioned it. “my best friend”

“Bella?” You call out loud, excepting them to respond. Only there is no response. You try to phone them, no answer either so you typed out a text and press send.

You: best friend? really?

Only a few moments pass before they respond. So they were purposely ignoring your phone call, noted.

Bella: its better than every one knowing

You: knowing what? that this morning you woke up in MY bed and now we’re just friends

Bella: it doesn’t matter anyways I’m leaving back home

Now your infuriated, you call again no answer.

You: so wtf was the last two weeks then?

Bella: we’re just friends

You: you are not my friend and you never were

Bella: I just need to be alone

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You don’t warrant that with a response. It’s a rough couple of weeks but you eventually move on, accepting that it’s over. The internet finally moving on from the thought of you and Bella being more than friends. For a while you couldn’t open your phone with out more than half of your notifications being related to Bella. Whatever that was is done. For good.

Or so you thought because as soon as you feel like you’ve stopped thinking about it Bella is hitting you up. Your sitting at your birthday dinner when your phone vibrates. Surrounded by everyone you love so your unsure who it could possibly be.

Bella: happy birthday I miss you xx

Your best friend notices your change in mood.

“You okay?” She asks. You don’t even respond just pass the phone her way, watching as she reads it.

“I thought you blocked them.” She says, quiet enough the others around don’t hear. You can’t form a response because you know whatever comes out will not be what she wants to hear. Knowing damn well you’re about to do something stupid. You take your phone back, shooting her an unsure look at her before tucking it away in your purse. Deciding you’d deal with it later, when you are alone.

—

Later that night when you’re alone you respond with a simple thank you. What was suppose to be a good night was filled with stress thanks to the text waiting for a response from Bella. As soon as your message says delivered Bella is calling you. You let it ring for a few moments before answering.

“Hello?” Bella says over the phone.

“Hi.”

“I missed you.” They say and you physically can’t come up with a response. Sitting in silence forcing Bella to speak.

“I’m sorrry, I never should of ended things the way I did. I need you.”

“As a friend?” You question, referring to the comment that lead to the downfall of the blossoming relationship.

“No I miss you in my life. I thought I needed to be alone but I haven’t stopped thinking about you.” You later find out that Bella is in town wanting to see you. It crosses your mind that it seems they only want you when it’s convenient for them. Against your brain telling you this is a horrible idea you agree to hang out.

It’s akward for a short moment but when Bella is the first to initiate conversation you two fall into the same feelings as before. This time Bella’s time in town is longer. They’ll be around for two months filming. Between your two busy schedules you make time for each other. Bella fills your worried mind with empty promises of being something more than just friends. You let the delusions of a possible relationship influence your decisions. Night and day your at Bella’s beck and call.

Only for the painful cycle to begin again. A month into Bella being in town they decide to exit your life with no warning. Your attempts to contact them go unanswered. Until a week later, Bella shows up to your home with some lame ass excuse about needing to be alone. They continue with this nonsense only to keep calling you at late hours of the night. The two of you only communicate and see each other on Bella’s time.

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Eventually Bella goes home and just as you had expected to happened, Bellas doesn’t make an effort to make things work long distance. A few weeks pass since the two of you last speak. You pretend you don’t care any more, growing used to this treatment. Swearing one day you’ll find the courage to break it off officially. Only this time you see on social media that Bella is back in town, probably for an award show coming up in a few days. In the past by now, Bella has already slid their way back into your bed. You don’t dare text them first.

Your going to start tour in a week and you know that once that starts there’s no way you’ll get a chance to see Bella. Your tour is a few months long and will have you all over the United States. Eventually the award show passes and it’s safe to assume Bella is home or headed home. Their inactivity on social media not giving you much to work off of. You’re checking for the millionth time when you finally get a sign of Bella being alive, a short test message.

Bella: miss you gonna be in la soon

You read the text over and over again, only fueling you with anger. Bella was in town and not once did they think to reach out and suddenly they’re back on the other side of the planet and they want to hit you up. Before you can think about it you send a text.

You: I’m going on tour won’t be here

No response.

You’ve been on tour for a few days now, driving to your second show. Started in Seattle and now your in the tour bus headed for Portland. The first night went smoothly, exactly as you had hoped. Now sat on the tour bus doom scrolling through TikTok, waiting for tiredness to find you. Rolling onto your side and closing the app, opening Instagram. Greeted by a new post from Bella. It’s a black and white photo mirror selfie. Bella’s smiles as they take the picture. A girl stood behind them arms wrapped around Bella’s waist perfectly hiding her face in Bella’s shoulder. The caption a date in the near future.

A mixture of sadness and anger take over, quickly becoming only anger. Bella messages you a week ago about how they miss you. You don’t reciprocate the same energy and suddenly they’re publicly telling the world about this girl. You start feeling sick looking at the photo, blocking Bella on instagram. It’s not enough, so you block their number too. Taking this level of disrespect as a sign to stop whatever the two of you were completely.

When you arrive to Portland, your sad demeanor is noted by the people around you. Even when you go to perform your usual happy self is no where to be seen. At one point you cry on stage, as you sing on of your sadder songs. It gets video taped and plastered all over social media. You singing as tears fall down your face. Fans speculate what it could be about but nobody knows what caused truly your sadness.

After that hiccup it was rough for a good few days. Being surrounded by your team, always being busy, and not wanting a repeat of that night things get better. You alow the hustle of tour sweep you up so you can pretend to forget. The tour goes by quickly, last show left has you back in California. One of your biggest shows yet in your hometown, Los Angeles. You’re filled with excitement as it’s completely sold out.

Only for it to all come crashing down when you’re about to go on stage in a few minutes. One of your team members is cheery about the fact that your friend Bella is in the crowd, not knowing about your past with them. You had done such a wonderful job at avoiding Bella. Limiting your exposure to social media because you figured what you didn’t know, couldn’t hurt you. Allowing a team member post for you, you couldn’t entirely disappear like you wanted.

“Please don’t let them back stage.” Is all you say, your team member nods face filled with confusion. Not questioning your request and leaving you alone. Your sat in front of a mirror, looking at your self. So excited just a few moments ago, now you look miserable. Bella somehow succeeding in ruining another important day in your life.

—

You’re thankful for the large venue because wherever Bella is you can’t see them. Your eyes stay towards the front and rarely venture past the first few rows, doing everything in your power to not see Bella. When the concert finally comes to an end, your exhausted more than normal. Sweating bullets as you head back stage. Your team surrounds you momentarily, congratulating you and sharing a brief moment of excitement over your coming to an end.

You feel bad because you can’t be as excited as they are, eventually getting away from everyone and finally finding solitude in your dressing room. As you walk in your greeted by Bella stood there, looking as uncomfortable as possible.

“What are you doing in here?” You snap, turning your back to Bella fully prepared to leave and get security.

“I know I’m crossing so many lines right now. I have no choice you blocked me. I just needed to talk to you.” Bella speaks, your stomach dropping at the sound of their voice.

“Yeah because you were wasting my time. You only wanted me when it was convenient for you. Then your proudly posting som girl on social media. Not even a week before that you were trying to see me.” You snap, finally letting all your anger out on the source.

“That was a promo photo for the show coming out this month. It was a ploy to get people interested enough to watch my story, if you watched it. There was several stories about it.” Bella explains, a slight grin on their face.

“Doesn’t change anything. Why are you here?” You retort, feeling stupid but not wanting to show it. Bella’s grin disappears before they respond.

“I want to make this work, I miss you.” Bella admits.

“What even is this? One day you say you want to be alone, the next you just want to be mine. I can’t read your mind.” You say, sighing exhaustion heavy.

“I’m serious this time. I promise.” Bella says, looking at you. Trying to gauge your feelings on this.

“I can’t believe a single word that comes out from your mouth.”

“What can I do to prove it?” Bella asks, you don’t have an answer. Bella pulls out their phone suddenly typing away.

“What are you doing?”

“You’ll see.” Bella grins, causing you to move closer.

“Check your phone.” Bella adds. You change your course and head for where you left your phone at the vanity. As soon as you unlock it you have a dozen texts from friends and family upset that you didn’t let them know about your relationship with Bella.

“What the fuck did you do?” You ask.

“You’re gonna have to unblock me on Instagram to see.” Bella smiles, laughing softly.

“No thank you.” You snap, switching to your private account. Typing Bella’s name into the search bar and seeing a recent Instagram story. When you open it a picture Bella took of you months ago, when you two first met. Your hand reaching for the camera, in the middle of telling Bella to stop. The smile in your eyes making it known that you don’t want them to stop.

the caption: my girlfriend

“Are you kidding me?” You groan, facing Bella.

“I thought that’s what you wanted..”

“Oh my god. I can’t believe you right now. The whole world thinks we’re together now and we’re not.” You say, mostly thinking aloud. You look over to Bella who’s just sat there laughing at the situation.

“Don’t fucking laugh. This is a big deal.” You snap, stopping Bella.

“It’s not too late to post lol just kidding you all have been pranked.” Bella respond causing you to crack a smile.

“No.” You say.

“Oh so you wanna be my girlfriend now?” Bella teases.

“If I say yes you’re gonna have to make up for being such a dick head.” You respond.

“Anything.” Bella responds, desperately.

“I want to go on a real date. Out in public.” You demand.

“Okay. Let’s go.” Bella eagerly smiles.

“Not today. You’re coming home with me tonight.” You smoke, ready to pick up where the relationship ended. Hoping that you aren’t making a huge mistake.

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[littl3-val3ntine]

i’ve never asked anything on tumblr but i really love your writing so i was wondering if you could write some good old eddie x reader except reader is also super obsessive!! stalkers in love!!!

OMF IM CRYIN I LOVE THIS

anything for u anon ily

thank you for the ask !1!!!

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summary // as a private investigator, you weren’t often inclined to talk to the forensics guys. eventually, though, the job gets lonely, and it takes a toll on the mental state… so you find a convenient excuse to allocate your investigative skills elsewhere.

warnings // mutual stalking, small gore depiction, profanity, SFW subby!nashton

author’s note // taking a small break to answer some requests!! :D love u guys thank u so much for asking, i personally love this prompt… so gd much… AAAAA ^^

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This kind of attraction was not something you were familiar with. It wasn’t anything like love at first sight. In reality, when you first met Edward Nashton you thought he was kind of creepy, but you supposed all of the forensics guys were like that, in a way. To someone in your position, they were just a bunch of nerdy little true-crime obsessed freaks.

You preferred to… avoid the forensics team, as much as you could. They didn’t really appear in your plane of existence unless it was absolutely necessary, and much to your dismay, that case marked one of the nights it was absolutely necessary. When you arrived at the scene, jacket freshly-pressed and latex gloves snapping against your palms, they were swarming the place with an unsettling sort of excitement. No one should be so eager to see a murder site.

Suppressing a groan, you pushed through the crowd of authorities and geeks into the house. Your stomach churned at the scent of it– they hadn’t even removed the cadaver yet. You were lucky to be just a few minutes up the road. In the same vein, though, you didn’t have much time before some attorney or cranky police chief chased you out. You had to be quick.

Eyes glued to the scene, you dug in your coat pocket for your notebook and pen. Fleetingly, you glanced at the throng of people gathered in the foyer, searching for a lone gaudy orange lanyard who might be able to give you some semblance of a rundown. When you found him, he was already zeroed in on you, eyes wide with juvenile infatuation, body stilled mid-motion. It wasn’t uncommon for them to look at you like that. You’d heard the rumors– how IT and Forensics both feared you and thought you were some mythical crime-solving deity in the same fashion. But with the way he looked at you, he wasn’t just intimidated. It was the same way you used to look at that unreasonably hot Psych professor you had in college.

You waved him over. Me? he mouthed back. Brows furrowing, you nodded and waved him over again. You don’t have time for this shit.

Before the entirety of your patience slipped through your fingers, he was at your side, looking up at you doe-eyed and waiting on your call. “Give me the summary– quickly,” you told him pointedly, pen poised above your notepad. You didn’t even look at him, choosing instead to scribble some notes about the scene while he rattled on about direction of blood spatter, time of death, missing articles… more forensics babble that you didn’t understand.

When you looked up at him, he stopped completely. He looked panicked, like he was expecting you to yell at him or something. Jesus, these guys get no play… “Thank you,” you squinted at his lanyard to find his name, his forced smile and glasses painted white by camera flash catching your eye, “Edward.”

You paused. Edward Nashton. You recognized that name– he was the guy that sent you all your forensics reports. From his writing, you always thought he was sharp, pointing out patterns and signatures in your serial cases that you’re certain you would have missed otherwise. You’d sent him e-mails here and there to thank him for his input, but you weren’t ever graced by a response. Now you understand why.

“Oh, yeah, it’s… it’s no big deal. ‘s my job, yeah.”

This could be fun. You stared right at him, letting him squirm underneath your unfaltering gaze. “Are you thinking blunt object or a firearm?”

He swallowed hard. “Not sure, we hav-haven’t seen the body. From the force of the spatter on the wall, though… um, it might be a firearm.” You hummed, nodding. Mercifully, you looked to the blood on the wall, a dripping splotch some few feet above the floor. He must have been kneeling down. Definitely a firearm.

“You’re right, bud. Great work.” Tucking your notepad back into your coat, you removed your glove and held out your hand for a handshake. “Are you the same Edward Nashton who does my reports?”

Taking your hand, he nodded fervently. “Yes! I’ve gotten your e-mails, actually…”

“A response at some point would be nice,” you teased, quirking a smile. “We should work together sometime. I could definitely use you on this one.”

Oh boy, you could use him any day, as far as he’s concerned. The warm hand in yours began to shake, either with excitement or anxiety. “We should?”

Pushing a breath through your nose amusedly, you affirmed to him, “That is what I said, yes.” You took in the surrounding room again. “Rally up some of your guys to get pictures of this before they clean it up, as legally as possible.” It came so naturally, slipping back into that air of professionality. He nodded and scurried off, breathlessly telling the rest of his team, Get the cameras. The cameras.

It’s unclear what about him distracted you, but nonetheless he drew you in like a fly to honey. Your eyes followed him as he disappeared through the crowd, and not even the hollering of lawyers pulled you back to earth. Mind still foggy, consumed by questions about him, you found yourself being tugged along by two officers before you even had a chance to do your job.

Standing on the lawn, staring at the house, you cursed yourself.

What the fuck am I doing?

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Your devotion to the case never faltered. The question became about which part of the case you were devoted to.

Never before had you been so interested in an autopsy.

Any excuse you could find to slip a few floors down and appear in Nashton’s cubicle, asking coyly, “Anything out of the ordinary in the blood samples?” or, “How’s the fingerprint processing coming along?” you shamelessly abused. That’s exactly how you found yourself there, hovering over his shoulder to look at the images his team snapped of the scene. He was rambling on about the position of the body and height of the splatter, this, that, and the other thing. You were only half-listening. You couldn’t really help it– since your time at the scene together, you’d become consumed by him, unable to think of anything else. It wasn’t quite infatuation. More so, it was an obsession, an insatiable need for his undivided attention. Sometimes when you’d get to thinking about him, you’d scare yourself. You knew it was becoming unhealthy but you couldn’t bring yourself to mind.

Tuning back in, you let your hand graze his back as you leaned forward to leaf through the photos. “Great work, Nashton… these are incredible shots.” He took in a shuddering breath at your praise, shoulders tensing beneath your touch.

“Oh, thank you. Really, it was my team…”

“But this is your analysis, no?”

“Yes!” His head snapped in your direction. “Yeah, I… they tend to let me, um, handle this stuff.”

You smiled down at him. “It makes sense, you’re the most capable.”

He looked about ready to burst, his entire body tense like a coil about to spring free. He was hardly breathing anymore, jaw hanging open with words he couldn’t yet formulate. The tips of his ears and his cheeks beneath his glasses were flushed completely pink, and if you leaned any closer you might have felt the heat radiating from his face.

Clearing your throat, you straightened. “Once you’re through with those, you should meet me in my office. There’s some things regarding this case we should discuss in private.”

He nodded again. “Okay. I mean, yes. I will.” He swallowed hard. With a squeeze of his shoulder and a reassuring smile, you were gone.

There wasn’t anything to talk about, but you were hoping to come up with something between that afternoon and the time his hesitant tapping came at your door some hours later. You were knee deep in his files when he came, notepad sprawled across your desk and absolutely defaced with information. Mailing address, full name, date of birth… marriage status. His presence both called you back to reality, shame washing over you as you closed all your tabs and shut your notebook, and thrilled you further into that obsessive haze.

You knew what you were going to talk with him about.

“It’s unlocked.”

“May I come in?”

You blinked. “That’s what I was implying, yes.”

“Oh.” The door edged open and he slipped through, offering a tight lipped grin as he shut it behind him. You motioned to the chair across from yourself, and he tentatively took a seat.

“So, I wanted to discuss some possible motives with you. Right now on the board we have a possible weapon, time of death, position of attack… but no reason.” His eyes kept dropping to your mouth as you spoke. You suppressed a maniacal grin. “What are we thinking, Eddie?”

He was thinking he’s going to explode right there in that seat, with the way you were looking at him. His mind was cluttered with anxiety, but he still had sense to pick up what you were putting down. The double-meaning. He was smart like that, picking up on the nuances of language, and you knew that. You watched it click in his head.

“Um,” he began, pausing to consider his words. “It might have been… uh, domestic, like infidelity or maybe a couple’s spat…” With your legs crossed loosely beneath the desk, you let the toe of your shoe drift across the inside of his calf.

“Go on…”

“Oh, um, that was really my main theory, actually. We haven’t seen or heard from the victim’s wife since he passed, so she might be a good starting point.” He wasn’t meeting your eyes, often glancing up at you but then, just as quickly, glancing away. His eyes were on your lips, your hands, the papers on your desk. You’d put his files away, hadn’t you?

To your relief, you had. Your heartbeat settled in your temple. You smiled at him, holding out your hand for him. “Thank you, Nashton. That’s all I needed, I’ll let you get home now.”

He took your hand in a weak shake and stood eagerly to leave. “Glad I could help.” He made his way to the door, but paused. “Hey, if you… if you ever, um, need something from me, outside of office hours, just give me a call. I do a lot of my work at home, anyway. D-Do you have my number?”

“I do.” Of course you had his number. It was on his file. You had access to all of his files. Hell, you had them memorized by now.

“You do. Okay, yeah, then… just, ahem. Just give me a call.”

You tried to maintain your stoicity, but you’re certain he picked up on how your eyes softened with amusement. “Goodnight, Nashton.”

“Goodnight.” And then he was gone. The feeling of missing him was instantaneous, a tugging in your chest that wouldn’t rest.

Your eyes drifted back to your notepad.

Snatching it from the desk, you hastily locked up your office and followed him out.

———

That’s how you found yourself where you are now. Sitting in your car, waiting outside his apartment complex. The inside of his apartment was dark– no lights on, no movement, a package un-received still sitting on his doorstep. Had he already gone to sleep? You glance around the parking lot, finding no sign of his car. No, he hadn’t even arrived home yet.

Swallowing around a guilty lump, you start your car and speed home. Your mind is relentless. Where is he? Is he with someone else? Did he see me?

You’re consumed with your thoughts as you pull into your driveway, tunnel-vision until you finally reach the warm embrace of your home. Letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in, you take off your shoes and rest them beside the door.

It’s stuffy. Your chest is tight with anxiety, and the comforting warmth from your heater quickly becomes suffocating with every second you spend inside. Trotting over to the streetview window, you throw aside the curtains and budge open the panel. Fresh air kisses you immediately, soothing your lungs with cool air.

The city sleeps before you, a sight that always calmed you to see. Despite the whirlwind of your life, the grotesque realities you are consistently presented with, the city always remains still against the black canvas of the night.

Your gaze follows the buildings down from the sky to the street, pausing on something. A car, just across the street and parked along the curb adjacent to your doorstep. A smile creeps across your face.

Found him.

#cliffyfics #edward nashton x reader #the riddler x reader #edward nashton fanfic #paul dano the riddler x reader #dano!riddler x reader #riddler fanfic #edward nashton fic #paul dano riddler #riddler fluff

[nqify]

what no way i literally thought about your blog yesterday and now you are backkk??? im so HAPPY pookie

omf yall I missed YOU GUYS!! I literally saw a Jake sully edit on my fyp and reverted back into my avatar era

like holy shit….buff!jake yall???

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BAD BATCH SEASON 2 EPISODE 3 SPOILERS-

My train of thoughts for episode 3-

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S2 EP3

Bed Crosshair 🤯

HANDS?!

Sad Crosshair has no friends

32 ROTATIONS??!!!! MY BABYYHHHH

MORE HANDS!

Why are his eyes so beautiful

Lil smile for Cody boyyyyy

Cody lil side eye at Crosshair when he says about clones questioning their orders

‘MHMMMMMMMMMM’ noise 🫠

Pointing with toothpick again yay

Erm hello Ms Governor Ames

Yayyyyyy battle droids

I miss the separatists

Cody and Crosshair shouldn’t be in ships together they always get shot down

ROGER ROGER

Crosshair getting to do what he’s good at and not having to focus on being in command of other soldiers

HANDS

Crosshair being all chill at a tank shooting at him

THAT SHOT OMF

Cody in grey is killing me

WHY AM I ROOTING FOR THE EMPIRE

WLYER AND NOVA?! MORE NAMED CLONES?!

Praying Crosshair doesn’t try to shoot a kid 😂

DROIDEIKAS!!!!!

YOU GOTTA ROLL THE POPPERS SLOWLY GUYS duhhhh

Crosshair and Cody working together & needing a theme song

Nova!!!!

Spiral staircase battle yassss!

‘Just try and keep up’ YES SIR

YAYYYYYY reflective thingys

STOP CHOKING CROSSHAIR

Cody going all stabby

Yayyyy Cody

Saved by a knife like Hunters

Groany noises

THAT FREAKING SHOT

Crosshair even more croaky than normal

Cody trying to negotiate making me think of Obi Wan 😭

Cody is so handsome

Urgh fuck the empire again

Crosshair doesn’t like the word disloyalty 🤭

Poor Cody baby

He looks so sad 😭

What a freaking shot for Cody seeing the TK troopers moving in

I wanna know what that wall says

WAKE UP CROSSHAIR LISTEN TO CODY

why are his eyes so beautiful

Oooh shit he’s having a think about it

HANDS AGAIN OMF

Crosshair looks cold on that bed

Back in armour and back alone again 😭

WHY WONT THEY LET CROSSHAIR EAT???

Rampart needs to die

Also what’s rampart looking at on his datapad

HE DOESNT EVEN KNOW CODYS NAME

CODY IS AWOL AAAAHHHHHHH

Urgh I need to punch Rampart

This is 100% the beginning of Crosshair leaving the empire. PLEASE.

How am I meant to just go to work for 8 hours now

WAIT WHAT IF CODY HASNT GONE AWOL AND RAMPART HAS HIM SOMEWHERE OR KILLED HIM 😭😭😭😭

#star wars #star wars bad batch #crosshair bad batch #the bad batch spoilers #bad batch season 2 #bad batch season 2 spoilers #the bad batch #tbb #tbb crosshair #tbb cody #the bad batch Cody #commander cody #Cody #the bad batch series #the bad batch season 2 #the bad batch season 2 episode 3 #let Crosshair eat #sad Crosshair

[imizzu]

Can you do headcanons for the brothers finding MC crying 🤔? Thanks!

Brothers Finding Mc Crying

a/n : so sorry for late reply, I got grounded 😭

: genre : fluff, kind of cracky

🌹♡🌹♡🌹♡🌹♡🌹♡🌹♡🌹♡🌹♡🌹♡🌹♡🌹♡🌹♡🌹♡

You were crying after a long day, your favorite food got spilled in your favorite clothes, You were walking home but you almost got eaten by lesser demons, when you finally got home you immediately go to your room, long day is it? When someone came in and saw you.. Crying he immediately dropped what was is his hands and asked what was wrong, you knew who's voice was that and it was..

Lucifer~

"Love what happened?"

Purely shocked, did he do this?

Did he forget a date?

basically letting you vent and cry over his shoulder

"Im sorry about that dear, pls let me make it up to you. I'm not taking a no for a answer"

You getting spoiled fr

"You want that? right, let's buy that."

he let himself also take a break

"Cuddles?..fine"

And you guys fell asleep

Mammon

ik damn well you knew who it was when ur door got slammed

omg it's mammon

"Oi! Whatcha cryin' for??"

"THE GREAT MAMMON IS HERE!"

he gets that you miss him

"I bet ya missed me me didn't cha?"

"*sniffs* mammon.. *cries harder*"

"O-oi! What's wrong? What happened??"

And then he let you vent

"Let THE GREAT MAMMON spoil you HAHAHA"

!!

After all that shopping spree

You

Guys

Cuddled!!

Leviathan

oh no!! What happened?

he doesn't know what to do

Fight or flight? No, freeze.

You guys just played thinking that it would comfort you but you just kept dying so you cried harder 🥰

"E-eh.. I'm sorry!! Let's just watch anime? I'll bring the snacks hold on!"

And then you saw beel next to Levi 😭

Beel hugged you and asked what was wrong?

"B-beel!!.. Just- just eat.. I'll do the.. ehm.. Comforting.."

You guys just kept eating and watching, it actually comfort you, Levi saw you laughing at some scenes

Beel got out since belphie needed help and you guys were left alone. you guys cuddled together after that 🥰

Satan

"Honey, what's wrong?"

"Do you want me to read some books to you?"

He gave you tea and read some books to you.

Ofc yeah

You guys decided to take a walk and pet some cats <333

"Let's go to a cat cafe? or a library, anywhere. Where do you wanna go?"

And ofc you wanna make him happy so you guys go to a library and a cat cafe 😭

After that you surprised him with a cat! A thankful gift for him because he made you happy after a long day!!

And ofc you begged Lucifer about it hah.

Asmodeus

"OH NO WHAT HAPPENED? LOVE STRESS WILL GIVE YOU WRINKLES.. WHAT HAPPENED? DID SOMEONE HURT YOU"

a screaming mess 🤦‍♀️

spa!!

and skin care 🥲

"Oh love.. I'm sorry for that, long day is it?"

Now where did you hear that again-

"Darling I promise you. We will go shopping spree today!! :D"

After that both of you were tired

"Are you okay now? Tomorrow be prepared~ I'm gonna try all that clothes to you!~"

and ofc CUDDLES AWHHAWHHWHW

Beel (DOING THEM SEPERATELY OMG RARE!!)

".. Are you hungry? ( hint for : are u okay?" )

bear hugs 🤤

eating together like it's yall's last meal <3 so romantic

cuddles he's like the sun in a good way omf

will hug u for the rest of day ONWJSJAJ

Belphie

Cuddles.

#imizzu write . 🎀.. #obey me headcanons #obey me #obey me brothers #obey me imagines #obmswd #x reader

[cheemken]

Godddd Iris fr ran away cause she didn’t want Ghetsis to get angry and pissed at her. That just shows how much Iris and N fear Ghetsis, cause instead of “oh no dads gonna be mad” it’s “Dad is going to be mad” and she just dips instead of facing the consequences

But ough imagine how the League felt after Iris left to watch N vs Hilbert/ran away, cause she disappeared after the biggest battle between Team Plasma vs The Unova League. And they all got separated from each other during the fight, but they regrouped after Hilbert defeated Ghetsis all with various injuries, some worse than others. But imagine Drayden panicking because no one had seen Iris since the beginning of the battle and now she’s missing + possibility injured. If they really think about it, Team Plasma was going for the kill, not just to defeat their Pokémon but they were also commanding their Pokémon to attack the Gym Leaders. Imagine people start thinking that Team Plasma succeed in killing one Gym Leader

Unless of course Hilbert saw Iris with N and Ghetsis, then he’d probably tell Alder or someone that he saw Iris working with Ghetsis

But yeah like Iris fr still had a deep fear of her dad cause she immediately thought she’d get beaten or something when he found her, but he just said how he missed her and how she has a dragon of her own now. One much more powerful than any dragon N could have awoken

And now Iris will truly be the Queen of Team Plasma, how she and Kyurem will take down the League and become the Champion N failed to be

Can someone please just give Iris a hug omfs😭

There's this deep and primal rage within me when I think abt Ghetsis hurting Iris and N, like, my guy, what in the fuck are you doing cjmdndmd like idk do you know that one comic back then where N was forced to watch someone kill a Purrloin, and there's like a grunt telling Ghetsis that this was wrong, that N was just a child, but Ghetsis insisted that N watches, to know just how fucked up humans can get. Fucking imagine that w Iris too tho ncmxnx like homegirl was forced to watch how some humans mistreat baby Dragon Pokémon, how some would force them to evolve earlier than most so they could get a powerful Dragon, and Iris was more stubborn than N. She didn't want to watch those, didn't wanna hear her friends crying for mercy then given none, but Ghetsis did not like that, and punished her instead.

God those punishments still haunting Iris till she got older ncmdbdn

But also Drayden thinking that Iris is dead😭😭 like your honour pls she is his granddaughter now nothing will ever change that and imagine if he's so adamant that Iris isn't really dead. Hilbert said he saw Iris leaving after summoning Zekrom/Reshiram, so she must still be alive right?? Right??? Imagine Drayden really begging for Hilbert to look for Iris too tho, that Hilbert finds her along w N, please, just he just wants her back home. And ofc, Hilbert promised he'd look for Iris too, compared to N, he and Iris were much closer as they found immediately a common ground between them.

Shit now imagine Hilbert and Iris dynamic GOD NCMDBCMXND I am hurting myself w this like I'm such a slut for platonic pairings man please cbdmdn fucking imagine how Hilbert must've felt when Iris revealed she was part of Plasma hcmxbxmd like your honour that's his bestie now and somewhat became a rival too w how they would battle each other to test their strength and suddenly she's actually part of Plasma and now she's gone

And Iris is there w Ghetsis now, he found her before Hilbert or N could, and god he's not gonna fail again. Grooming Iris once more to be the perfect leader of Neo Plasma, engraving in her mind that they will rule over Unova, that she's the most powerful trainer in the region.

And all was going well for Ghetsis yknow, he finally had Iris back and instead of being a failure like N, but Kyurem never liked Ghetsis. He doesn't like the way he treats Iris. Doesn't like the way he has that device in his cane to make Kyurem kneel to him instead. He fucking hated Ghetsis w all that he is. And so he told his beloved trainer.

Iris at first didn't believe it, sure her father had some off days but.. but he couldn't be that bad, right..? Then again, she was never fond of the way he shows that he cares, never fond of the punishments, never fond of his love that he apparently has for her and for her brother. When Kyurem told her abt it time and time again, Iris began to believe she really has to do smth. Ofc, Kyurem encouraged her, what kind of pkmn would he be, his trainer had always been there for him, time to return the favour. So he tells Iris that she really is more powerful than Ghetsis, that she could rule Plasma and Unova without his help, he was just a bridge she has to cross and burn the moment she gets to the other side. Ghetsis was just standing in her way, and she has to get rid of him.

God imagine tho right midpoint of their plan, Ghetsis was monologuing again, going on how it's going perfectly, that N finally left and Hilbert was nowhere to be seen. But Iris,, well,, the Shadow Triad was loyal to her yknow, more so than they were to Ghetsis, so they helped her w her lil plan. They broke that device in Ghetsis' cane, but not obvious enough that he'd figure out it's broken. Kyurem was finally free from his control, and Iris finally the one who can command him again. And god just bcmdbd

Imagine right after they attacked Opelucid (imagine that's really the final straw for Iris tho bc she saw Drayden getting hurt, w Kyurem's ice no less, she felt like shit and Kyurem had to tell her it was part of the plan so Ghetsis wouldn't be suspicious, and she knows that, but Kyurem knows how much it hurts his trainer), and Ghetsis was so fucking proud of himself that his own plan was going well. Imagine tho at the frigate, when he went to Kyurem's chamber he sees Iris there, and he's going on how proud he was of her for finding Kyurem, making Plasma even more powerful than before.

But like, imagine if Iris' back was facing him tho, and she just slowly turns around to face him. Her look almost felt empty, devoid of any emotion, and Ghetsis would be lying if he says it didn't freak him out a bit. Then Iris smiled at him, "you're right, father.. it's going well. But.. Kyurem doesn't really.. like you." Just as she said that, Kyurem was released from its own prison, stepping out of it and standing next to Iris, eyes fixated on Ghetsis. "We decided that maybe it would be for the best you'd just.. well.. how do I put this delicately.. I think it would be best if you die."

Ghetsis finally met his fate at the sharp ice of Kyurem's Glaciate impaling him.

#idk what kinda villain shed be in this but like #imagine if shes kinda like an anti hero tho (hah finallt get to use one of my initial concept titles for her hahah) #like she wants to do good but shes doing it in very very very questionable ways #as long as she gets rid of that thing that disturbs the peace she still sees herself as a hero #and she is a hero in her eyes and in kyurems eyes #as long as people believe it too then hey she wont snap and kill everyone in the region owo #idk but thats just my thoughts on this cbdmdn hahah #how do you think itll go down and such hahah #villain iris au #pokemon au #an ask and an answer #jerseyk112

[narsicen]

One Americano and One Caramel Macchiato

Part 2/2

Pairing: Bang Chan (Skz) x GN!Y/N

Genre: slice of life, college!au, lab partners!au, loving from afar, angst, fluff, bittersweet, Popular!Y/n, Quiet kid!Chan, first loves, meet cute,

Warnings: none? Please tell me if I missed some or one though !!

A/n: HELLO omg stop I’m so sorry I- stop I swear I was DONE WITH THIS EARLIER BUT I——— 😔 my beta readers were so slow OMF but like I do hope you understand that, I’m so sorry also bc I already edited the last one which was part one and dude…… I FORG,OT THAT ???? THIS WAS A TWO PART STORY OMFFFF??? i tell u i cried lmao, but like PLS IM SO SORRY THIS IS THE ENDING 😔😔 ILY GUYS TY FOR UNDERSTANDING

Part 1

Your door made a soft creak as you opened it to enter your room. Wiping your hands on your sweater, you’ve always hated how your fingers turned into prunes after washing the dishes from dinner. Sitting down on your bed, the mattress dipped which let the letters that you had left, slide near your lap. 

Picking the nearest to fall off your mattress as it slid dangerously near the edge. You sighed heavily, your chest has never felt heavier with regret? Probably the lack of responsibility that you couldn’t figure out why was digging a pit in your stomach. 

You stood up to walk over to your desk. Find some old, barely-used pad paper and some pen in your pen holder. You find your fingers fidgeting with the pen you subconsciously picked, it’s been a while since you’ve actually sat at your desk with nothing to worry about, maybe you still had two things to worry about but there hasn’t been a recent memory of you writing in your diary without a care in the world. Just you in your little world.

Before you knew it something in your chest took over. It wouldn’t hurt to be careless again. If this ever haunts you again in the future just like what the movies portray it to be. You brushed the feeling of worry off as you blew a piece of hair that hell over your eyes. You hadn’t even past your 30’s and you’re worried about your future so much, this was supposed to be the time of your life, no one your age cared about how a simple letter would affect you in the future, hell, if Chan could do it, would that mean you’re worse than him? You’d be considered a coward even if you’ve taken a lot of risky turns in your life. Even if those turns weren’t your choice, you took them anyway. 

So… 

What’s one more risky turn going to do to you?

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Dear Chan,

I know you said to throw the letters away once I’m done reading, but I think I’ll hold onto them for a while. Thank you for writing these, really, it may seem unbelievable but no one’s ever written me a letter in my time being here. To be honest, I thought the letters were endearing actually, it’s nice to know what you’ve been up to on those days, it felt like I was actually talking to you. Today was our graduation day and to be frank, ever since I got home, I just flopped onto my bed and it felt weird knowing I had nothing else to do, you know without my extracurricular activities to worry about or the people to reply to. I know you said to read your letters at least a week after, but I was really curious to see what you wrote, and I thought your letters were incredible despite you admitting you find languages and literature arts unbearable. You sounded like a professional writer, it brings my “editor-in-chief” label to shame. Jokes aside, I thought your latest letter was meaningful, I mean all your letters were meaningful, I just thought the last one was like the cherry on top. This might never reach you because I just know you’re probably already done with moving out of the dorms, and you seem to have a bright future ahead of you, and we’d probably never get the chance to meet again, but I’d like to say that, I, too, was intrigued by how you treated me. I must have fallen in love with you as well because of how you, in comparison to everyone else around me, were normal. Chan, you were a breath of fresh air. exactly what I needed within the elite school we attended. Maybe fallen in love as a friend? Or romantically? I will never know because these feelings were something that never even reached the top of my stomach, it never ached my lungs nor tore my heart into shreds. It’s funny because you would have thought I have been in a relationship or even felt these types of feelings towards people, especially with the “exceptionally special” people I was surrounded with. I have felt similar before, but I knew it was nothing more than peer pressure. Do you know that saying? Being the normal one in a group of unique people makes you equally as special? It’s not a widely known saying, Heck I don’t even remember where I had heard it, but I know you made me feel that way, I felt so indifferent but with you by my side? I felt like I was living a normal life, I felt like a student for a moment in my life, and that’s thanks to you. I wouldn’t say this is a love letter to you, but it’s a letter with feelings I don’t usually talk about to just anyone. Does it matter if it’s a love letter? I think letters store a certain feeling in them, whether it is fondness over someone or curiosity or hatred, that’s what makes it a letter right? I don’t think it’s bad to consider this a love letter, and I don’t feel any hatred or disgust for your letters either, yes it can be unsettling sometimes, but your letters didn’t hint at that at all, it was like talking to you and if anything? I’m rather fond of the fact that I got the honor of receiving letters. You may not know this, perhaps no one actually knows this, but I love arts, I love artworks of artists and I love written works from authors, a major reason as to why I wanted to join the school’s paper team. The reason why I’ve never taken up any arts classes or courses was because no one finds that intriguing anymore. No one really appreciates the arts with awe and stars in their eyes. And it's clear that not a lot find it enjoyable, even though you went out of your way and for some reason you resorted to writing letters and not just texting me or catching my attention in class. It has always been a dream of mine to get letters just like in fairytales. How’d you know that I always wanted to be the subject of a letter? I think writing letters to someone or writing a letter in general is one of the most romantic gestures someone could do. I don’t mean romantic as in a courting way, or a declaration of love, at least I don’t see it that way. We do have something called the “Romantic period”

don’t we? It had nothing to do with a plague of lovesick couples and a ton of love letters and unrequited love. It was just the literature of romanticism, it’s all about subjectivity and an emphasis on individualism; freedom from rules; solitary life rather than life in society and the beliefs that imagination is superior to reason and devotion to beauty. You get what I mean. It’s just known for its intense energy and passion, and never was about romance, not the kind of romance you’d find in the way couples kiss or hold hands. It’s just beautiful to write a letter, to receive one, and to address one. It's a nice change of pace from the odd confessions from a random guy I spoke to once, and suddenly he thinks we’re on our 3rd year of dating. I feel that writing a letter is one of the purest forms of declaration(?)Whatever you put into words on a piece of paper is hard to remove, especially with how much you could have written. It’s just whatever is burdening your heart or pushing you to write about. Nothing can compare to the thought that someone writing that letter was just everything that they couldn’t say to your face. Or it could be everything that they’ve been meaning to explain or say, and the fact that it’s addressed to you, has to be one of the many butterfly-filled stomach experiences one can encounter in their life. Who knows if this is my last letter to you like you said yourself, I don’t know if I’ll keep writing to you, or I’ll forget in the process, or if I’ll ever show this to you when I meet you again. Also, Chan, I’ve always wondered who gave you your nickname. I hear Jisung say your nickname a lot so I also guessed this was something your friend group calls you. Wow, writing a letter makes you realize how empty a conversation is. All I can think of talking about is about my day, and I’m sure you already know how our graduation day went.

Are you mad at me? You should be. The social divide between us was very apparent even from the start and I appreciate that you regardless tried your best to befriend me. I also wanted to be your friend, so very badly. I want you to know that I didn’t and I never wanted to lose you as a friend either, I was just scared. I know it must have hurt for me to just draw away so quickly, and only for me to realize how you never looked at me with hate and spite, but you genuinely thought I was a good person. I’m telling you this now as a way to make up for all the unsaid feelings of yours that I never got to read. Chan, I really do thank you. For the short time, we were friends, you taught me so much knowledge that I value, but if there's one most crucial lesson that you taught me it would be that nothing and no one is perfect in this world. Especially myself. Since then I felt free. You didn’t tell me that, you made me feel, and after 4 years of people telling me these things, actions always seemed to be more meaningful to me. I wish I knew this sooner, I wish I knew better too. In regret, I want to promise you that with the new people I’m going to meet, with the new people I’m going to surround myself with, I’ll know my place and I’ll know better. I know you won't even know of this promise, and I know I might break this promise in the future somehow, intentionally or accidentally, I just want to confide this promise in you, know it’s safely tucked away in this letter makes me feel safe, comfortable, and this feels like something I missed out on in the years of my youth. Regardless, I’m happy to be able to experience it just as we are to part our separate ways. If a miracle happens, and we end up seeing each other again, I hope you won’t look at me any different, and I’ll be sure to ask you to be my friend again.

Oh, and before I forget, my favorite color is yellow. And people meeting each other for the first time ask that question too, I would’ve told you the answer if you asked and if you weren’t so focused on telling me that americanos are just “superior.”

Goodbye Chan. I, too, hope to see you soon.

Sincerely yours,

Y/N.

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[baekhvuns]

NOOOOOOOOO PLEASE RELEASE THAT WIP 😭 now that you've mentioned he's not an asshole it's just Y/N being kinda meh about him, I wanna seeeeeee I wanna reeeeeaaaad. So is there some sort of misunderstanding happening?

Ugh, that's so annoying, I understand wanting to keep some stuff for yourself but sometimes it's just SHARING IS CARING BITCH 🔫 I order a lot of albums and I usually sell them or give them away, I hate selling tbh I prefer trading, especially if I have duplicate PCs, I actually traded whole albums for some photocards, lmao.

Yes I keep all my photocards in protective sleeves and in binders, it's also important to take extra care while sending them to people. Some fans just don't pack them well 🥴 after all those are just pieces of paper, they get damaged easily. I help with GO's sometimes but they're such a hassle...

Ah I get not wanting to be repetitive especially because since some people might get mad at others copying their work, though many stories lack originality anyways so it's usually hard to prove. But omg that upcoming series you linked?! I've missed it, but I hope it's gonna come out soon. 😭😭😭 also you do not have to convince me to re-join Shinestarism ok, this is my home this is how I live 🤡

Mafia Hwa Y/N was really that bitch, wiueishsuwvdhjwbshs. Aw, you're so cute, the way you described the Hongjoong fic. Movie? Tell me the title if it's okay with you? I always wonder how many of the stories people write are truly self-indulgent and something they'd like to experience.

Shit that villain reader one is so important to me bestie, you do NOT realise 😭😭😭😭 I almost forgot why would you bring it up??? To take revenge? I need more bad Y/N's can't be just the guys doing the questionable stuff you know and I love villains or rather antagonists with purpose.

Aghhh a Touch of Frost I love that one a lot!

Let me continue in another message, because I have things to say 💀 - DV 💖

HI THIS IS SO EXCITING FBFB

NOOOOOOOOO PLEASE RELEASE THAT WIP 😭 now that you've mentioned he's not an asshole it's just Y/N being kinda meh about him, I wanna seeeeeee I wanna reeeeeaaaad. So is there some sort of misunderstanding happening?

BFWMDBWKDHWK they, just immense amount of tension bc hwa is pinning but miss yn wants it to be a professional relationship DESPTE them being in the similar friend group…he just, 😶😶 IDK HOW TO DESCRIBE THIS BC UT WONT MAKE SENSE IF U DONT READ IT FULLY THRU FBENFBEN

Ugh, that's so annoying, I understand wanting to keep some stuff for yourself but sometimes it's just SHARING IS CARING BITCH 🔫 I order a lot of albums and I usually sell them or give them away, I hate selling tbh I prefer trading, especially if I have duplicate PCs, I actually traded whole albums for some photocards, lmao.

YEAH !!! FBWNDHSJ SOME PPL R JUST REALLY PETTY OVER IT ANF FOR WHAT 😭😭😭 omg do u trade that’s so cool, u must have like all those washi tapes and decorative stuff to trade and all omg

Yes I keep all my photocards in protective sleeves and in binders, it's also important to take extra care while sending them to people. Some fans just don't pack them well 🥴 after all those are just pieces of paper, they get damaged easily. I help with GO's sometimes but they're such a hassle...

THATS SO TRUE i traded once, i put them in a very neat card and taped them to a small cardboard and bubble wrapped it and i just received it in a small box with nOTHING tho im half they weren’t damaged fbdbdb OMF U DO GO’S TOO??? that’s so cool i can imagine the hassle but how’s that process?? bc ik some ppl want specific pc’s so do u just take their desired ones out from a different album and put them in?? what do u do if u see a polaroid, do u tell them or u just…yk…finders keepers

Ah I get not wanting to be repetitive especially because since some people might get mad at others copying their work, though many stories lack originality anyways so it's usually hard to prove. But omg that upcoming series you linked?! I've missed it, but I hope it's gonna come out soon. 😭😭😭 also you do not have to convince me to re-join Shinestarism ok, this is my home this is how I live 🤡

yEAHH !!!! there’s so many concepts repeated that u rly have to add ur own scenes to it so u can change ur but there still will be similarities between works,,,, i was quite excited abt writing a series again but after seeing that nO FBSNDBS also bc it’s so much work 😭😭,,,, YES ME TOO THE SERIES SOUNDS SO PROMISING LOVE IT FBFB,,, LMFAOOOO FBWNDHSJ IT WAS MY EXCUSE TO OFFER FIC RECS

Mafia Hwa Y/N was really that bitch, wiueishsuwvdhjwbshs. Aw, you're so cute, the way you described the Hongjoong fic. Movie? Tell me the title if it's okay with you? I always wonder how many of the stories people write are truly self-indulgent and something they'd like to experience.

SHE RLY WASSS I LOVED HER FBWNBDEK omg omg this is a self indulged storey absolutely im gonna ramble about this fic rn,, pls don’t mind me

jab we met ( jab means ‘when’ we met ) : adityah, a heartbroken tycoon on the verge of committing suicide, aimlessly boards a train. he meets geet, a high-spirited girl who plans to elope with her lover, and finds himself pulled into her crazy life.

bestie, bestie this movie is the definition of love. he’s an introvert, she’s an extrovert. it all happens on a train, she drags him when he doesn’t want to go and gets him in trouble. makes him re-experience love by asking him to burn his exe’s photo— she threatens him to take her to her home bc “you’re the reason i lost my luggage!” “did i ask you to follow me?!?” yeah. he’s so in love, so so in love. “why are you playing with your life?” “because it’s my favourite game, life!” “you need a psychiatrist!” she makes him experience childishness + the dialogues bestie ugh 😩😩 there’s a song where he hallucinates and sees her everywhere, dancing in the rain and him being a complete love struck idiot. she’s wild, talks nonsense her motto is “i’m my favourite person!” 105/10 i rec this movie so much bc it’s my favourite, ive watched this 20+ times ever since it came out in 2007. here’s the trailer (captions r included) i have the fattest crush on the main lead.

here’s a little scene i personally subbed to show to one of my friends and it’s literally one of my favourites !!!!! it’s, when u watch it and if u ever do,,, you’ll see how that man loves quietly and chooses to keep it go himself bc he doesn’t wanna bother her with it 😭😭😭 ANOTHER SELF INDULGENT IVE WRITTEN IS THE SAN FIC !!! it’s also based on this movie omg if u ever watch it, you wont ever, ever find a movie like this, it’s like an emotion <3

yeh jawani hai deewani ( this youth is crazy ) : a young medical student falls in love with a man who plans to travel the world and never settle down, or get married.

so. this is everyone’s travel dreams into one masterpiece of a movie together. this movie NEVER GETS OLD ISTG,, imagine going on a trip with total strangers and ur 3 friends from high school, one loves to show her bravery, other is a complete fuck boy who has nothing but his dreams, and the last who’s places bets on sports matches. a trip where u runaway from gangsters on a cart + singing 90’s music + make sex jokes + indian weddings that r better than white ones + friendship deep thoughts + travel log and yearn to travel and explore + fall in love and then follow ur dreams until it comes to a stop. & u meet at a wedding, classic nerdy girl x fuckboy prompt !!! “you have such a killer smile, if i had a heart it would’ve fell for you.” remembering everything and the drama + THE SONGS THE SONGS R >>>>> ridiculously amazing chemistry, there isn’t a movie like this and there will never be (also what my san fic is based on !!) 107/10 + here’s the trailer !! pls skip to 48 seconds that’s when it starts dbdb i don’t have a subbed video i did for this but here’s an edit

questions for you !!! what’s a movie you’ve watched that you would self indulge yourself in ???

Shit that villain reader one is so important to me bestie, you do NOT realise 😭😭😭😭 I almost forgot why would you bring it up??? To take revenge? I need more bad Y/N's can't be just the guys doing the questionable stuff you know and I love villains or rather antagonists with purpose.

BDQMBDWMHDWK ME TOO BESTIE ITS SO IMPORTANT 😭😭😭 FBWNDH TO TAKE REVENGE FOR THAT LANYARD 🔫🔫🔫😭😭 miss yn in it will be full of magic and hwa can’t help but be interested in yn even if he’s gonna get married to someone or be so interested in the tea she offers him everytime he comes but never answers his questions ☺️☺️☺️☺️

Aghhh a Touch of Frost I love that one a lot! Let me continue in another message, because I have things to say 💀 - DV 💖

LOVE IT SMMM 😭😭😭😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 i will answer that separately bc this got too long fbfbf

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

[manicpoptart]

this guy omf I miss him 🥲

[fr3akinthecorner]

dear lord pls make menswear unattractive at my new school it's brian your new friend it's not a new school u just got suspended oh hahaha... awkward... is menswear attractive? yes! god! im gonna kill u! why? bc my momma hates jeeps! ok so don't call shirogane please are you guys nervous about something? perhaps feeling guilty? i love u will ubplease just come and makeout with me? ok sure but hurry up dude i have to find a dress to wear why? bc this guy named brian i forgot to call him oh ok so ur in trouble with ur bf? who is also named brian? and ur plan is to wear a dress? yes ok so ur new personality is so fucking sexy and trust me u are high enough! ok good i was worried about being too sober that's it? pretty much my dude did u just call me daddy?? no? i said dude ok u know what we are fuxking ok u know what i'm just gonna wear this and go to class u don't want ro duxk? no i don't why? im lazy ok! so that is not the answer! it's a different reason! it's not feminism right? no its not! ok good ur not a feminist? no i don't have opinions on genders ok so that's weird yea it is have u seen veronica? whose that? my bff i need to ask her something ok so ur trying to get out of fuxkinf? yes i am ok so we can't duck? no we can't sorry why aren't u fixing my typos? well... bc i didn't like their words ok so u don't like the word fuxk? it's ok ok so u don't need to be this sexy i am fuckinf u right now i promise this is awkward bx i'm at school in public aren't u a porn star? yes i guess do u care? yes i care why? it's stupid ok irs keeho send it now sorry my dad is calling me which one? keeho ok so ur dad is keeho ans he doesn't want us to tak anymore bur ue still talking to me? yea i miss u u don't even know me do u like tekken yea it's alright omf let me fuck her!! the skateboarders? yea they said they're good i think ok so u still want to talk? aorr of ok leabe ok no u can't! irs his friend brian omg hi brian irs keejo u need to go to fuckinf school ok so ik gonna leave for yea um that place ok cool ride out

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[hajimine]

hi omg i totally went m.i.a. for a whole day wtf did u guys miss me 😴😴

#—rolex! 💸 #im kidding #i missed u guys tho ☝️😿 #this is a world record omf #i was just. feeling like utter Shit the whole of yesterday #but im back... i think 😘