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keerysfreckles · 2 days

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perfect storm — OP81

pairing: oscar piastri x sargeant!reader

summary: oscar's small crush on his best friend's sister becomes something more after a secret is shared.

warnings: nothing too explicit but still sexual themes so 18+ (soft smut), not proofread

a/n: LECLERC FAMILY FRONT ROW IKTR!!!

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"happy birthday to you!"

the birthday girl leans forward to blow out to two numbered candles on top of her cake. logan sargeant, oscar piastri and alex albon were sitting across from her on the other side of the kitchen island. logan sets his phone down after sending a recording of the boys horrendous singing to his mom.

oscar leans forward to take the candles out of the cake, while alex asks, "so how does being twenty two feel?"

y/n shrugs, licking the chocolate icing off the bottom of the candles before oscar can throw them away.

"the same as before. just another birthday," she smiles.

logan's about to add, but a phone call from the williams team manager takes him away to the living room.

"you're gonna miss the cake!" y/n exclaims, watching as oscar starts cutting it into triangles.

logan waves her off, "it'll be there when i get back."

alex, oscar and y/n are now left in the kitchen, all enjoying their own slice of cake.

"so, y/n," alex breaks the comfortable silence. "do you have any plans of going out and getting laid tonight?"

y/n pushes alex's shoulder as a blush starts forming on her cheeks, while oscar can't help but supress a laugh.

every year since she turned eighteen, alex always asked the girl if she found a special someone for her special day. and every year it was the same answer.

"no alex, and i don't plan on having a one night stand just because it's my birthday," she explains.

oscar can't help but notice the pink in y/n's face hasn't gone away. as much as he hates to admit it, he's thought about how it'd feel to be with y/n for one night. and now it might've been revealed she's never been with anyone before? oscar's thoughts were going a mile a minute.

"so what? you're just going to stay a virgin forever?"

y/n pushes alex's shoulder again, only causing him to laugh. as a chance to do anything to get rid of her growing embarrassment, she starts tidying around the kitchen.

"why don't you and oscar go at it?" he snaps his fingers, as if a lightbulb went off above his head.

y/n and oscar awkwardly look at each other before speaking at the same time.

"alex!"

"what?"

"why do i always walk in on the worst conversations?" logan comes out from the hallway, ignoring what his teammate has just asked his sister.

"well i was just-"

logan immediately cuts alex off, "nope, we have a team meeting to go to."

logan and alex both hug y/n quickly and wish her one last happy birthday. her and oscar start taking down the decorations around the living room of her apartment, both still choosing to ignore what alex asked the girl minutes prior.

"you don't have to stay you know?" y/n offers, "you've done plenty to make this birthday special."

"you sure? there's still three hours left until your birthday's officially over," he looked down to check his watch, making y/n chuckle.

she takes the paper streamers from his hands and brings them to the garbage.

"i'm sure osc."

his cheeks flush at the name. one y/n's grown accustomed to using after being around lando for so long.

she gives him a long hug before he leaves for the night, her fingers brush his back as she let's go of the australian.

"happy birthday y/n," oscar smiles, before kissing the top of her head.

she yells at him from her doorway for him to get home safe, which she receives a thumbs up in return.

however the boy she bid her goodbyes too was sitting in the parking garage, letting his car run just like his thoughts.

the way oscar thought about it, tonight was the only clear shot of telling y/n how he felt about her. he's had a crush on her since they were kids, and it only grew as he did.

the worst she can say is no, oscar thought.

well, the worst she can do is reject you. and never talk to you again.

oscar shakes his head as he thoughts become worse. he couldn't get himself out of this one. he didn't want to get himself out of this one.

he knocks on y/n's apartment door quickly, just as fast as his heart's beating in his chest.

"oh, hey osc. did you forget som-"

oscar takes one step closer, grabbing y/n's face in his hands to bring her lips to his.

he feels her hands moving to hold onto his wrists, but doesn't push him away. although he can't hear anything over the heavy beating of his heart.

only inches seperate them now, as their own heavy breaths mingle with the other.

y/n simply stands on her toes to wrap her arms around oscar's neck. he sways the pair slightly, a smile beginning to form on his face once he registered nothing's ruined between the two.

y/n turns her head, leaving light kisses along oscar's neck.

he simply closes to door behind him, letting the girl continue gliding her lips across his skin.

y/n sets her feet back on the ground, roaming her hands down oscar's arms, letting them fall in his hands. he runs his thumbs over her knuckles.

"you're not doing this just because alex said something, are you?" she let her insecurities get the best of her as she looks up at oscar.

he starts shaking his head before she can even finish the question.

"absolutely not. i want to do this, but only if you want to."

y/n nods, "i want to, trust me i definitely want to," both her and oscar laugh at her eagerness. "i'm just nervous."

oscar takes one of her hands in response and places it against his chest, a little off center.

she feels how fast his heart is beating underneath her hand. she couldn't comprehend that she was the reason.

"i think i'm more nervous than you love," both chuckle again.

y/n moves her hand from his chest towards his neck to pull him down to her, only to connect their lips again. she simply guides them out of the entryway and down the hallway towards her bedroom.

they only break the kiss so y/n can get onto her bed and for oscar to close the door.

oscar's eager to kick his shoes off, and y/n can't help but let a giggle fall between her lips. she watches as he climbs on her bed soon after, catching her lips in his again.

he maneuvers the two so y/n's now laying under him, with one hand pushing her shirt up ever so slightly while the other arm is bent by her head.

his brain becomes fuzzy as she begins running her fingers through his hair, short breathy moans slipping into y/n's mouth.

y/n arched her back as oscar's hand moved over her skin, silently begging to take her shirt off. she nods, moving slightly to make it easier for oscar.

oscar's eyes flutter down to the base of her neck. his thumb brushes over the skinny silver chain with a small bar, with the number eighty-one etched into it.

"you still have it?"

y/n nods, remembering the exact moment she opened the necklace as a birthday gift from oscar. four years later and she's never taken it off once.

"i never take it off," she admits.

oscar's at a loss for words. he's truly had her this whole time, without knowing it.

oscar suddenly comes back to his senses as y/n begins taking off his own shirt.

minutes pass. clothes are thrown on the floor as oscar's still hovered over the girl. his hand inching it's way closer to the spot he knew she needed him in.

oscar made sure to be gentle as his fingers brushed through y/n's most vulnerable area. he places light kisses on her neck and on her lips while helping her through her first high.

"i'll be careful, i promise," oscar moves to line himself up with the girl below him. her hands remain on his biceps, squeezing ever so slightly as he breaks the barrier.

just as oscar stated, he was more than gentle with y/n. he made sure to listen to her if she wanted to slow down, and whispered light praises in her ears as the bed started hitting the wall behind y/n's head.

"osc," y/n mumbles out. her back arches as he continues hitting the perfect spot.

he watches as her eyes close, and feels her fingernails digging into his arms. not caring that there will be red marks tomorrow.

oscar feels her tighten around him. if he could pay to feel that a million times, he would. it was euphoric, making him halt his movements. the pair locked eyes again as oscar helped y/n ride out her high.

oscar was quick to remove himself from the girl, finishing on her bundled up sheets off to the side of her bed.

oscar leaned forward to kiss y/n's forward, before whispering, "you did so good love."

y/n blushes for the hundreth time that night, taking in oscar's praise as she regains a regular heartbeat.

oscar kissed her lips once more before throwing on a baggy pair of sweatpants y/n told him he could have. he helped her clean herself up, sharing a few kisses in between steps.

now he stared in awe as she changed into his shirt he was wearing less than an hour ago. she held her arms out once she layed back in bed, beckoning oscar to follow her.

he rested his head against her chest, eyes closing shut when she started threading her fingers through his messy hair.

"osc?" her voice is quiet, unsure of how the boy in her arms will react to her upcoming thought.

he hums in response, but it's enough to make the girl continue.

"what are we?"

her movements pause as oscar sits up to face y/n. he brushes a hair behind her ear, "we don't have to worry about labels right now. we'll sleep, and i can even make you an amazing breakfast. then we can talk about it, yeah?"

she nods, but a smile makes its way to her lips once oscar kisses her again.

as oscar lays back down, y/n's thoughts come out again.

"we're not telling logan yet, right?"

"oh no, definitely not yet."

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golden1u5t · 3 days

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mistakes | s.r x fem!reader

ꨄ requested: anonymous

ꨄ genre: angst + fluff

ꨄ summary: you and spencer break up because he chose to believe someone else over you.

you phone had rang a million times, eventually you turned it off because you were tired of seeing the same name pop up each time: spencer. you couldn't imagine why he'd kept calling you over and over if he was the one who broke up with you because he thought you had cheated on him.

when everything had happened, you tried to explain to him that you didn't cheat and you were at home the entire day and the picture he saw was a picture from years ago. you don't know who sent the picture to him but it was a picture someone you used to know took of you at a party kissing some guy, it was old and way before spencer.

you hadn't gotten out of bed in a few days, only to shower and brush your teeth. your friends, really only one because the rest of your friends were spencer's friends and they absolutely hated you at the moment, came over to make sure you were okay.

a knock on your door pulled you away from your bed, you figured it was just your friend but when you opened the door it most definitely wasn't. spencer stood at the door with a bouquet of your favorite flowers, he was drenched

from the rain pouring.

you were upset with him and hurt but you weren't about to let him stand out there and get sick. "what is wrong with you? get in here before you get sick!"

"why are you here?" you crossed your arms over your chest and glanced over his entire frame. spencer held the flowers out for you to grab, you hesitatingly took them from him and brought them up to your nose.

you knew why he was here, to apologize and try to get you back. quiet frankly, you would problaby go back to him just because he'd only broken up with you a few days ago and because spencer is honestly the best man you've ever met and been with.

"you were at home, like you said. i should've believed you, i'm sorry. just- can we talk about this- us?" he pushed his hair out of his face. you stared at him for a few minutes before nodding your head.

what's the worst that could happen?

"i'm sure you still have some clothes here and because i'm not a horrible person, you can go shower and stay here until the storm passes." you mumbled and moved past him.

when spencer got out of the shower, he found you sitting in the living room scrolling through your phone. you looked up when you felt the couch dip beside you. you shifted on the couch until your body was sideways on it, you drew your legs up to your chest and stared expectingly at him.

"better get to talking before you're walking home in the rain."

spencer had to suppress the smile threatening to show, he liked that you were still just as snappy as before. he cleared his throat and started to tap his hand against his pants.

"i'm so unbelievably sorry. I should have believed you when you told me that the picture was old, I shouldn't have believed an unknown number before you." he looked down to his hands before looking back up, you hummed in agreement and continued to stare at him.

"i'm sorry that I ruined everything we had, it was a huge mistake and i realize that now. i've hardly slept since everything happened. you were the only person that stayed with me despite my job being the way it is."

"because i love you, that's why I dealt with it. when you came to me with those accusations, i wish you could've felt what I felt. ive never felt a heartbreak like that before." you wrapped your arms around your legs. it was silent for a few minutes, just you and him staring at each other, thought's racing in your minds.

"would you ever consi-"

"yes," you didn't even let him get the question out because you already knew what he would say. yes, you would consider getting back together with him and really there would be no thinking about it. "in a heart beat. i would get back with you because I love you and- and even though you hurt me, i still understand why you did it."

spencer opened his mouth to say something but you held up your hand because you weren't done. "i know that i'm your first real relationship and your vulnerable when it comes to me, you'll believe anything that's believable. you've seen what's happened with other's relationships because of your job so it's only reasonable that deep down you would be scared that i would cheat or find someone better, if that's even possible."

"you should become a profiler with your ability to read people." he couldn't help but crack a small joke but he knew that you were right, everything you said was true and there was no denying it. you let your legs down and nudged his thigh.

"i was thinking about it, really. i mean, id get to be with you every second of the day. didn't you say your boss was looking to fill a spot?" you reasoning was absolutely horrible but it made spencer laugh, a sound you'd missed hearing.

you moved closer to him and wrapped your arms around him. the second your skin touched his, he pulled you into him and held you so tight you almost couldn't breath.

"god, i missed you so much. i'll never to that again." he breathed, you nodded the best you could.

“you better not, i won't forgive you as easily if you do."

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maraudersmyloves · 2 days

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I feel like it's so obvious in this that English isn't my first language cause why tf is it called a clock dial instead of a Ziffernblatt. It's lowkey making me mad. Anyway, hope y'all enjoy this

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Pairing: James potter x reader

Warnings: throwing up, not taking care of yourself, cursing, some angst

Word count: 1.7k

Disclaimer 1: Everything on this Blog is fiction!!!

Disclaimer 2: Third part is coming cause I'm really dragging this out at this point (It makes sense don't worry)

Sypnosis: The aftermath of losing your boyfriend and best friend leaves you in shambles

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part one

This morning you woke up with a feeling of dread you haven’t felt before and a throbbing pain in your head. You dreaded going down to the great hall, filled with people and food. You dreaded the thought of classes and having to see James and his Friends. You dreaded having to get into the shower and get ready with a pounding headache accompanying you.

For a second you debated just not doing said dreaded things, but you couldn’t allow yourself to wallow. No, you refuse to be affected by some boy's opinion of you. Who cares what he thinks? You were going to get shit done.

Now, you’re sitting on the bathroom floor near Potions throwing up the Breakfast you forced yourself to swallow. Your scalp is itchy because you decided to put off showering for just another day and you think some of the puke is hanging in your front pieces. It’s disgusting and you feel just as disgusting as the spit running down your chin. At least the worst part is over, the feeling of knowing you're about to throw up and racing to the toilets while gagging is something you wouldn’t wish on your worst enemy. That’s a lie. Still, it’s awful.

Your grip on the toilet bowl tightens before you sigh and stand up to flush away your breakfast. You watch as the pieces of dry bed disappear before leaving the stall to wash your bare face. You don’t look in the mirror to not see the mess you must look. The dry-shampooed hair in a loose bun instead of the slick back you would’ve gone for if you had had more energy.

You barely slept and must look like it. You blink back tears and straighten your back, about to turn around and leave when the door flies open to reveal a panting and panicked James. He stumbles inside and searches the bathroom for a second before his eyes meet yours. His whole body relaxes as he steps inside and lets the door fall closed behind him. “Are you okay? I heard you were sick!”

He beelines towards you and grabs your face to check for a fever. “You’re fine right? Do you need anything? Let me help you, please?” His Hands are colder than usual but feel amazing against your hot, tacky skin. He smells like grass and his shitty hair gel that doesn’t do anything to control the frizz of his curls. You step back, bumping into the sink that’s still behind you. “I don’t need help.”

He frowns and scans your face causing you to lower your eyes in embarrassment. He must be disgusted. You hear him sigh disgustingly soft and you feel hot tears stab at your eyes. “Let’s get you to the Hospital wing. Come on, love.” His voice is soft and pitiful. It makes you want to run away and hide forever.

Go somewhere you’ll never be tricked into loving, trusting someone. Somewhere you don’t have to hear his soft voice or look at his pained eyes. Somewhere you can forget.

You avoid his gaze as you attempt to push past him, you know such a place doesn’t exist but getting out of this bathroom filled with him would do it for now, “I’m fine.” He holds your waist to stop you from walking away and you can’t help but melt into the touch. Letting yourself indulge in the feeling of his strong hands steadying your body.

“Let me help you, my love. You don’t need to push yourself and go to class or be productive. I know you want to but there is no need. I know-” “You don’t know!” You interrupt, pushing him away. The realization that he knows you even if he doesn’t actually care about you makes something sharp sting in your chest.

You trusted him and opened up to someone that only feels pity for you. As if you’re a dead animal on the side of the road.

The look in his eyes has you remembering the events of the day before and you almost feel bad. Then, you remember his embarrassed face at your mention and how he just let his friends talk bad about you while pretending to care. He deserves this. “You do not know me, Potter”

He flinches at the way you spit out his last name, full of hatred, but instead of feeling guilty, you feel content. This is what he’s supposed to experience after stringing you along for almost three months.

You push past him and leave out of the door. The loud chatter of students around you makes your head hurt and you hurry to reach your dorm before you begin throwing up again, leaving a perplexed James standing in the bathroom.

The next morning is easier. You wake up early and tiptoe to the shower to not wake your roommates. You double shampoo your hair and put in your favorite sea-salt scented mask after entangeling your hair. While it does what it’s supposed to, you exfoliate and shave which leaves you exhausted but feeling much better.

You brush your teeth, dry and comb your hair before doing skincare and finally makeup while your roommates start to get up.

At breakfast you eat waffles and eggs with some bacon while ignoring the ever prominent head-ache and stares you get after not sitting next to James. Your mouth still tastes and feels weird but the hunger pushes the disgust away.

The smells of hot coffee and chamomile tea fill your nose as you relax in the sun coming from the giant, currently painted, windows. Amongst the gossip of your house you hear an annoyed mcgonagall lecturing a few students on their messy and wasteful eating habits. You feel a smile grow on your face and close your eyes for a few seconds to concentrate on the warmth of the sun before deciding to get some sleep.

You’re about to stand up and leave to get in about another hour of sleep when a boy, Anton you think, speaks up. “Have you and Golden boy broken up, then?” He bites into his apple and your stomach turns. “What,” you question, confused by the casual misinformation. Were you two so obvious about your fight? Anton (?) continues chewing while talking and you force your food to stay down, “I mean, I heard some talking and stuff. I’m pretty sure Sirius- ”

You frown while standing up, “You can’t believe that guy, he never liked me.”

It’s true. Sirius seems to be very territorial of his friendship with James which causes him to make mean comments whenever you pull James away from him. Pulled.

“Is that a no then, or…” The follow up questions of why Sirius doesn’t like you and whether James still loves you by the students around Anton cause you to roll your eyes in annoyance. Everyone is always so curious to know everything, can’t even give you a fucking day of peace.

You pass James, whose plate stays untouched in front of him, on your way out.

It’s 10:13 am and you’re sitting in Charms. Professor Flitwick is talking about some banishing spells for nasty wood spirits while balancing on a floating book he charmed to reach the top of the blackboard. You keep stealing glimpses at the loudly ticking clock. The ticking makes time passing feel much slower than you’d like as it makes you aware of every second as it passes. You can’t help but focus on the slow drawl of the clock hands as they creep over the clock dial.

James keeps bouncing his knee next to you and nervously tapping on the desk. His Fingers hit the wood in a repeating, but long, rhythm. Index, middle, pinky, ring, index, middle, index, ring, pinky and repeat. His eyes keep scanning your face for exactly 2 and a half seconds before he squints at Flitwick for 5 and at his Paper for 8. Repeat.

It’s a seemingly endless cycle and the worst part is the fact that you’re actively contributing to it. Every 18 seconds you look at James, then you tell yourself you want to break out of it so you don’t look at him for 25, then you’re back to eighteen. You inspect the ticking clock, it’s 10:15, and notice the crack in the number 10. The clock is old but surprisingly good intact, except for number 10.

You turn to James to tell- Nevermind.

The clock is ticking, while professor Flitwick turns back to the class. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

“Does anyone know the answer?” Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

No hands are raised, a few bad students sink further into their chairs to hide, some look at the ceiling. James looks at you. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

Professor Flitwick raises his brow and studies the classroom. Waiting for an answer to whatever he asked. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

James is looking at you. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

“Perhaps Mr. Potter would know the answer if he wasn’t staring at Ms. Y/L/N’s ear. Right, Mr- Potter” Tick. Tick. Tick.

James startles and nervously looks around the classroom and meets a laughing Sirius’ eye before quietly answering, “Yes, Professor Flitwick” Tick. Tick.

The bell rings and James slides you a small piece of paper. Tick.

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koolades-world · 2 days

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Hiii can i request brothers reacting to a recent teen fallen angel mc? Like they just found them with mild cuts and a broken wing

hi there! of course <3

this was a fun prompt to write :) i think i'm just a sucker for teen mc anything gahh i just love the fluffiness

enjoy <3

Recently Fallen Teen Mc

Lucifer

he's so heavily reminded of himself and lilith back in the day

however, he is grateful that you're not more hurt

from that point onward, he's your dad and you're a member of his household, and he's taking you back with him to get you patched up

he won't pry about what happened until you're ready to talk about it

Mammon

after spending a late night out, he finds you in a thorny bush

he takes you straight home, and treats you with a tenderness of someone who understands your pain

since everyone else is asleep, he treats your wounds himself and tells you his story, to make you feel more at home. if you're willing, you can tell him yours too

now, how is he planning to tell lucifer they have a new family member?

Levi

he doesn't get out much, but when he does, it's to hang out with lotan, where he finds you floating in the body of water

after making sure you were breathing, he offers you the towel he'd brough for himself

he always has a little bit of first aid supplies on him when he goes out to the water, so he does his best to help you until he can take you to someone who can fully check over you

from that day forward, he's your dorky older brother who you can talk to anything about

Satan

he's the only brother that wasn't a fallen angel, but he did still have a crash landing

he's rather inexperienced with wings in general, but he's read lots about them and he thinks it's nothing he can't help you fix

while he's not too sure how to comfort you, he's going to try his best to help you integrate into society

he takes you to all of his events throughout the devildom, and he hopes that way he can help you find something that you'll love, just like he did

Asmo

he's a little at a loss for what to do at first, but then he remembers what it was like for him

he collects himself, and calls solomon to let him know that he'd be coming back with a new friend who needed some medical attnetion

he lets you get washed up and then let's solomon do his thing to fix those cuts

afterwards, he makes it his personal mission to help you integrate into the devildom the way he wished he would have been able to

Beel

of course, he's immediately reminded of his sister

he's quick to take you back home and get his knowledgeable brother's help in treating your injuries

but, for the rest of the night, he remains by your side, talking to you, getting you anything you need and making sure you're safe

he takes care of you and welcomes you into the family unconditionally

Belphie

at first, he wasn't sure if he should call for help before going over to see how you were doing, but something in him told him to check you first

it's a very good thing he did because the branch you were stuck in was about to fall, and he got you just in time

he wished he'd paid more attention during that first aid lesson they'd had a while back, but he does his best

he tells you his story to help you feel more at ease, since he knows how scary it was when he went through the same thing

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ah0minecchi · 13 hours

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IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT?!♥︎ megumi f. x reader

Ꮺ in which meeting megumi fushiguro was a complete, but sweet, sweet chaos . . .

cw: angsty af, mentions of intimacy, use of alcohol if u squint

NOW PLAYING! 💿 cherry waves - deftones

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dear megumi:

sometimes i wish i could tear apart this heart of mine, that’s apparently too big for my body. i wish i could just shut down everything you were and are for me. i wish i could turn off everything you light up in me. ever since the beginning…

[ ♥︎ ]

“so you’re fushiguro… yuuji talks a lot about you.” i looked at him, finally getting to meet my best friend’s best friend… wow. “just call him megumi, y’all are basically indirect friends at this point.” yuuji laughed, which i followed, looking at the raven haired boy for his approval.

“call me what you like.” megumi responded nonchalantly.

[ ♥︎ ]

i’ve been wondering nonstop what the fuck i did wrong. did i not deserve you? wasn’t i good enough? all those times i dropped everything just to run after you, all those times i promised you the whole world… weren’t they enough? weren’t you tired? of having me chase you around all day? did it bore you? having someone care so deeply about you, but not feeling the same about them?

i don’t think you can even imagine how it feels… cause, fuck.. has anyone ever said ‘no’ to you? have you ever wanted to pursue something that doesn't want you until it suffocates?

it hurts. it really fucking hurts.

[ ♥︎ ]

“are you at the party yet?” megumi asked through his phone, reaching my ear. “yeaaahhhh, im kinda drunk to be honest hahaha… but it’s real fun in here! you should come… pleeeaaasee.” there were a few seconds of silence until megumi broke it, shoting straight to my heart in the process.

“i don’t know how the fuck i’ll get there… but i will get there.” he hung up, leaving me excitedly waiting for him as i told all of our friends he was attending.

[ ♥︎ ]

that one night you kissed me, did i mean anything to you? cause at that very moment, to me, you were the whole world. my whole world. that one night i ended up tangled in your sheets. was i just another one on the list? cause to me, it was the very first time i felt cared about. you showed me the love i never thought i’d deserve.

could i even call it love?

i think you’d just call it lust.

[ ♥︎ ]

“how is yuuji going to find out about this?” i asked megumi as i ruffled his bed hair. “i think we should just tell him… but not now.” he answered as he scanned every detail on my face.

[ ♥︎ ]

i wish i knew what you meant by that. all the while i wanted to keep you as a promise, you just wanted to keep me as a secret. i wish nothing had ever happened, not because i regret it, nor did i not love it for a moment, but because i don't want to feel like this anymore. not with you.

i tried. i tried to be your friend. leave everything behind and continue as if nothing had happened. but the mere idea of thinking that I was never for you what you were for me is enough to make my heart ache.

maybe we live in a world full of superficialities, empty, where everything is momentary pleasures, satisfyingly chaotic, and pleasantly disposable. i never want to fall like this again. i don't want to dream so high again. i don't want to be so naive again.

but i can’t help it when it’s you.

[ ♥︎ ]

“i’m not ready for anything, with anyone…” he sated as tears started rolling down my face. why? why’d you give me a taste of some love you couldn’t give me? or didn’t want to give me…

[ ♥︎ ]

weeks passed, and i started to accept the fact that it was not gonna happen. i started seeing someone else.

maybe you didn’t want to have me, but you definitely didn’t want to lose me…

[ ♥︎ ]

“you coming y/n? we gonna go grab ice cream or sum.” yuuji asked turning back to look at me. i couldn’t tear my gaze away from my phone, but i didn’t fail to notice how megumi looked at me.

“uhmm actually, go ahead without me guys! i’ll hang out with yuta later…” i commented as i blushed lightly. “OOOOOO Y/N’s GOT A DATEEE” yuuji joked.

megumi didn’t say a word until i left.

[ ♥︎ ]

next day, everything changed. that kiss you stole from me… i wish i could have it back.

you told me you were ready, that you wanted this. that you wanted me.

you made fall all over again. but deeper this time. you tricked me into your game once again. i mistook your lies for a future, with sins and sweet promises.

friday. i wanted to confront you about it.

and you tore it all apart. again.

i am so fucking greedy, and i don't want to let something i love die, even though i know i will never have it.

i’d fucking love to be your friend. i’d fucking love to pretend that it doesn't burn my skin to want to hug you and not be able to do so. i’d love not to want to know everything about you.

i wish i didn’t want to be your whole world.

i don't know why you hurt this much. i barely know you, and yet, i can't imagine a life without you. i have never had the courage to face what i truly feel. cause it's too soon, cause it would only complicate everything, or just because you don't want to hear it.

but i love you, megumi.

i wish it wasn’t like that. none of this.

yours truly.

y/n

a/n: i wish i could lie to y’all and say this wasn’t based on a personal experience but haha guess what…

AND SORRY FOR THE ANGST I LITERALLY CANNOT WRITE HAPPY SHIT WTF

LIKES, COMMENTS & REBLOGS are very much appreciated ♪( ´θ｀)ノtysm for reading !! <3

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Outside of the Fox

Chapter 38 of????

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Y/N longs for a new life when the one she’d been living comes to an abrupt stop. Without much thought to those she is leaving behind, the little fox packs a backpack and disappears. She stumbles across the shelter and makes an interim home for herself while she works out exactly what she wants from her second chance.

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You wake up to the same squeezing feeling settled around your chest, although that could also be the weight of Jungkook's arms as the bunny holds you tightly even in his sleep.

All things considered, you had slept quite soundly, you just wish someone had told your body that as it tries to tell you how exhausted you are.

You do your best to worm your way out of the youngest's embrace, disturbing him only slightly before he turns around and gathers Jimin into his arms instead. You take one more look at their sleeping forms before tip-toeing out of the room. No one is sitting in the living room making your escape easier as you slip silently through to the front door.

You aren't really sure where you are going, you just know one more minute in the house is going to make you combust. So you walk for a while, you pass your old office, pass the restaurant you went to the day you met Jimin, pass Hobi's karaoke shop. You continue going until nothing around you is familiar and then your stomach starts to growl.

You walk into the first cafe you see and sit yourself in a booth at the back, taking a deep breath as you finally take stock of the position you are now in. The cafe is mostly empty with one other customer in the far corner and two waitresses who look more than a little annoyed that you have invaded their space. The elder of the two hands you a menu and waits to take your order. You barely take any notice, pointing to the first thing under the breakfast title.

With nothing left to distract you from the fear, it starts creeping back in; A remnant phobia from the hybrid genes mixed with your sheltered childhood. An instinct that tells you to disappear before you're trapped again.

Your mind runs through the previous day countless times. How ready you had been to fight for Taehyung and his freedom, only for his solution to be to trap you with him. The logical section of your brain tries to remind you that he is not trying to collect or ensnare you, that this may be his best shot to stay with you and the other members of your relationship.

The emotional side of you however can't quite get over how much your new life has come to resemble your previous one. Living in someone else's home, no career to call your own, and now a convenient trophy on the arm of another rich man...

A stack of pancakes is placed in front of your face bringing you out of your miserable monologue but instead of finding the aging waitress, you find Noelle beaming down at you.

"Y/N! Long time no see," She smiles.

The mouse hybrid invites herself to sit with you, sliding into the booth opposite.

"Although it feels like I'm all caught up with the amount Jimin talks about you at the shelter,"

She reaches out and takes a berry from the side of your plate. You do your best to smile in return at her, before today you may have actually been thrilled to see Noelle since she was right, it had been a long time. But right now didn't feel like a socialising time.

"Perhaps I'm not all caught up judging by that sour look in your eye... Maybe a new set of ears can help?" She offers.

"I don't know. It's a lot, I'm not sure I fully understand my issues, I wouldn't want to burden you,"

"You're my friend Y/N, you could never be a burden to me. And if you're not at home talking this out with the seven wonderful men that dote on your every whim, then I think you need the outside ear... Am I wrong?"��

Noelle takes your hand from the table and holds it in her own, doing her best to reassure you.

You ponder it for a moment, but she is right an outside opinion might help your brain to rationalise, although perhaps you should think about booking your own session with Dr. Triever instead...

Still, you relay the entire situation starting from your 16th birthday all the way up to today. And she listens to you patiently, not interrupting once even when you stray from the main subject on to distracting details, although she does steal a few bites of your breakfast.

"And so I've landed at the point where I know I have to marry Tae, and I love him so that's okay! I'm just having a lot of trouble getting my instincts to retreat. My hackles raise every time I think about it, and honestly it's making my back start to ache."

"Have you considered not saying yes to marrying Tae?" Noelle suggests.

"Of course not. If I don't marry him then he and that poor girl are going to be forced together. I know what that's like and I won't let it happen to someone I love."

"No, you'll just let it happen to you a second time," She rolls her eyes. "Okay, let's start with an easier part of the equation. Jimin said you had put a lot of the funds behind the new renovations, doesn't that make it your house, not just theirs anymore?"

"I mean, I guess? But it's not what I had in mind. My name isn't on any of the paperwork for the land, and I really did think I was going to live all on my own in the world."

"Living on your own is not all it's cracked up to be, trust me. I'd give anything for a cuddle some nights, especially during storms," She shudders dramatically. "And you gave up your job yourself, but I'm 100% sure we could get you another one if that is an issue, but I think your brain is just searching for reasons to run. Really think about it, how much do you mind not working?"

You do think about it. And maybe spending your time in the house was far more satisfying than going to your nine to five. But it's still the principle of the matter. You had promised yourself that you were going to do it on your own. Now you've failed.

And that's really the crux of it. Not that you're living with the boys, not that you've dipped into your money, not that you find yourself suddenly betrothed. It's the fact that you have perceived yourself as failing. Unable to prove that you could take care of yourself in the big bad world that your parents worked so hard to protect you from.

You let Noelle in on your thoughts as she finishes off your breakfast for you.

"The way I see it, you haven't failed yourself. You've just found something more suitable instead. But if your stomach is still in knots about it, it's better to run now than on the day of the wedding," She shrugs.

"You make an excellent point," You concede.

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With the food gone, and your heart somewhat unsqueezed, you and Noelle head back into the world. You walk her back as far as the shelter. You intend to leave her at the door, but Jimin sees you through the window before you can make your escape.

You contemplate running, pretending you didn't see him. But a confrontation is on the cards either way and it's probably better to get it over with than let Jimin drive his colleagues insane through the course of the day. Plus the man is far faster than he looks and he is stood in your path before you would've been able to escape anyway.

"Where the hell did you go?" The redhead tries to sound stern, but his voice cracks in the middle, your heart along with it, "You didn't wake anyone, you didn't answer your phone, you didn't even leave a note. Why?"

"I couldn't breathe, I didn't really think about it, I just knew I had to move," You answer honestly.

He sighs and glances around you, noticing the audience that seems to be gathering in the windows

He wraps an arm around your waist pulling you into him, and his other hand lands in your hair smoothing it down. He shuffles the two of you into the shadows of the building instead of standing out in the open where anyone can look out and see you there.

"Obviously you're not okay so I'm not going to ask you that... Are you... Is there anything I can do?"

"No, it's not your problem it's mine."

"Was it the proposal? I think that caught us all off guard and Taehyung doesn't expect you to go through with it."

A dry laugh escapes your mouth before you can stop it. Jimin takes a step back and meets your eyes.

"You don't believe me?"

"I believe you that he doesn't expect me to go through with it, but I think we all know that I have to... and I want to! honestly, I do. I'll do anything so you guys don't, so we don't, lose Taehyung. I just need to get my head around it."

"I think you should go home Y/N. Talk with Jin or Namjoon, although maybe avoid Kookie and Taehyung until you can lie more convincingly than you did to me just now," He pecks your forehead and lets you go fully, "I'm so glad you're safe."

He sends you away with a promise to text him when you return home. You drag your feet the entire way knowing that Jimin is right and you need to talk through everything with a voice of reason. Jin might be the obvious choice, while a clown the majority of the time, his clinical doctor side allows him to separate emotion from sensitive topics. Something tells you that he isn't what you need right now.

So when you reach the main house you walk inside the unfinished building and straight into Namjoon's new office finding him sitting at his new oak desk, just stroking the wood. He startles as your hand lands on his shoulder.

"Shit Y/N, where did you come from?" He clutches at his chest dramatically.

You flop down onto the new armchair as you wait for him to recover from his mini heart attack. He sits silently observing you for a moment too long until you start to wiggle uncomfortably.

"Are you ready to talk about it?" He reaches out a hand and places it on your knee.

You thought you were, but the concern in his voice makes you hesitate. You just shake your head in response instead.

"Okay, then let's not talk. Stand up." He stands too.

He switches places with you sitting down in the armchair and pulling you back into his lap. He manhandles you until you're curled up on his knees with your face nuzzled into his neck. His fingers trace patterns along your thighs and the two of you sit in silence.

The tightness in your chest is still there, curling up in Namjoon's arms is doing nothing to assuage that feeling but it still feels nice everywhere else. You think about what Noelle said about finding a new goal for yourself and you let yourself sniff Namjoon's comforting firewood scent.

"I missed you this morning," He whispers in your ear.

"I'm sorry,"

"Don't be sorry, you needed space and that's okay. I just wanted you to know I missed you,"

He pecks your cheek and you continue sitting in silence. The rope around your heart seems to release, just a little as you allow yourself this comfort.

"I love you," You whisper.

"I love you too," He confirms.

"I love all of you,"

"But you aren't ready to marry Taehyung, or any of us for that matter." He guesses

"I don't think so no... But I can't let Taehyung leave. I know better than anyone how it feels to be in a marriage you didn't choose. And it's so much worse for Taehyung, no one ever threatened me, I didn't have anyone I loved that I had to leave."

"We can think of other solutions for Tae Y/N. We aren't going to let you put yourself in a situation you don't truly want ."

"You don't know families like Tae's, families like mine. There isn't another option. I'm just going to suck it up and marry Taehyung."

"Ah yes, what every man wants to hear his fiance 'suck it up and marry him'" Namjoon chuckles.

You roll your eyes at his unserious response and start to wonder whether you should have gone to see Jin instead.

"Look, this whole situation sucks for all of us, but there are other options we need to consider as a family, this burden doesn't lie on you. Now tell me what else is going on, because the proposal may have been a catalyst but it isn't the whole problem, I can see it in your eyes."

"It's nothing," You sigh

"If it's something, then it's everything. You listen to all our problems so often but won't let us listen to yours." He chastises.

"That's because you guys have real problems, I have stupid insecurities that have no basis in reality. There is no point in me bothering you with superficial issues."

"if it bothers you then it's not superficial and you should be talking to one of us. It doesn't have to be me, but I would love nothing more than for you to be able to confide in me."

"Really Joonie it's silly." You assure him.

"Tell me anyway," he insists.

You contemplate confessing more of your issues. Realistically you know that he does actually want to help you but you also know the burden he already holds, having everyone else's concerns on his shoulder, you want nothing more than to lighten the load for him, not pile more on. However, you also know he won't drop it.

"If I tell you, you have to promise you won't make a big deal out of it. It's my issue and it's something I will get over by myself,"

"Scouts honour," He crosses his heart.

"I'm fairly certain you weren't a scout," You raise an eyebrow.

"The sentiment still stands," He shrugs, "Now tell me."

So you tell him what you told Noelle. He listens intently to each minor problem, each insecure thought, and he doesn't say a word. But you can see the cogs turning in his brain as he tries to come up with solutions. As you finish speaking, you hold a finger up to his lips.

"But I..." He tries to speak around your finger but you just press harder against his lips.

"You promised," you chastise.

He smirks and your finger slips past his lips and onto his tongue.

He pulls on your wrist to remove the digit from his mouth but not before licking along the length.

"If you really don't want my opinion I won't give it... but I would love for you to sign your name on the lease." he suggests

"That sounds like a solution I didn't ask for," You complain.

"But it's an easy solution that makes so much sense, don't you think?" He sounds far too excited, probably because he is right.

"Maybe... but I still need to come to terms with all these issues on my own Joonie," you enforce the boundary.

"And I will let you... if you let me distract you from those issues for a little while." He says suggestively.

"And how do you propose you do that?" You ask innocently.

He responds by replacing your finger in his mouth and using his now free hand to trace back up the inside of your thigh.

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