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ROCKLAND — P.SH

synopsis: almost like a nightmare, park sunghoon plagues your present just as much as your past regrets had done. however, this time around, you and him decided to right your wrongs one last time.

pairings: non-idol!sunghoon x afab!reader

genre: exes to lovers, miscommunications, angst, second chance romance

warning(s): profanities, brief mentions of smoking, drinking, partying and alcohol

wc: 8k

a/n: i'm BACK. this has been in the works for far too long because of the constant writer's block so i'm not sure if it's good or not, plus it's my first exes to lovers so please be nice <3 greatly inspired by gracie abram's "rockland", so do give it a listen too! please leave a feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated! muah xx

If there was one thing you’d regret forever in this lifetime, it would be ending things with the love of your life.

You admit it, you’re selfish. Selfish for wanting to leave the town you grew to hate, selfish for prioritising yourself and chasing your dreams, choosing to leave the people you loved instead. Painted a villain in the eyes of many close to the person you once went home to and even the man himself. But, how could he fully blame you when he was equally selfish too?

Park Sunghoon thought keeping you in the cage of this small town was going to make him a happy man. He often fantasised about the possibility of you and his future together, completely pushing aside the thought of you leaving, until it actually happened.

He was angry. He let himself be consumed by his own feelings and mindlessly projecting his anger and blame on you, while you regretfully did the same.

Pools of tears and venomous words spewed out of impulse left you scarred and broken down. It was a bad ending that you’d see in movies coming to life. The moment you had everything packed and goodbyes said, you figured leaving was for the best, now that your ex hates you and his friends who probably felt the same.

It was a shame, though. Heading to somewhere far from home with a heavy heart knowing you didn’t have the chance to see him once more. Frankly, you were a coward, and so was he.

That explained why returning back home was the scariest thing you had to face in a while.

It was ironic, wasn't it? Coming back to the place you wished for years to escape and actually doing so, but eventually having to return after you dropped out of the college that you've been praying and praying to get into, only for it to be overwhelming and the city lights couldn't compare to the starry night of your hometown.

You suppose you got the thing you wanted, but it just wasn't what you imagined.

Freshly twenty-two and out of school, you figured home was what you needed in your next step before deciding if you should re enrol. However, you find yourself not having the guts to face your family and friends, not after the promises turned out to be empty.

"You should quit smoking,"

Yunjin, your cousin and practically your closest friend growing up, was just a distance away when you spotted her, leaning against her car with a cigarette in hand. You found it amusing how she didn't cave into vapes instead in this day and age.

"Y/N!" She pushed the bud of her half smoked cigarette into the wall, then started jogging towards you, her dress flowing in the wind and boots making obnoxious clicks against the ground. There was a sense of relief in her eyes, her usual smile that you missed graced your presence. "God, I missed you, things aren't the same without you here,"

In the span of a few seconds of her hug, you took the chance to digest her words. Did that mean the traditions you've upheld are now gone? Parties, trips to the beach, all those?

"What?"

Yunjin pulled away, still managing a small smile. "I don't think things were ever the same since you left … and after you broke up with Sunghoon,"

You blinked, looking away into the distance. "I don't think I'll be welcomed,"

Yunjin scoffed, slapping your arm and scurrying to get your bags. "Don't say that! So not true. Everyone in the family is waiting for you to be back—"

"And talk behind my back about my failure in graduating? Yeah, no,"

‘‘That’s not going to happen,” Yunjin sighed, struggling with your bags and declining your help, but you still forcefully grabbed some knowing she’d eventually crumble. “I think they’ll get it,”

Would they?

Once you are settled into the car, bags successfully loaded into the trunk, you let yourself melt into the comforts of Yunjin’s passenger seat, finally getting to close your eyes and drift away. You thought it was best before having to face everything and everyone once again.

“What’s your plan now, anyway?”

Without opening your eyes, you envisioned a distant image in your head. “Take my time off and see if I’d like to re enrol or not. If I don’t, I’ll just go plan B,”

“Which is?”

“Accept the job offer in London,”

Yunjin almost hit the brakes out of shock, the news that came from you felt like it had hit her in the face, but somehow, she managed to keep her cool and not get you both killed. “What?” she shrieked.

“What?” you questioned back, sounding nonchalant as if this was just another normal offer that didn’t seem particularly significant. But it was.

“You have a job offer in London and you’re coming back here,”

“I left the city for a reason, it’d be stupid to go to another one right after,”

Yunjin exhaled, blinking in stupor. “Right,”

“How’s … everyone?”

Yunjin knew you weren’t referring to your family. Of course you’d know how your own family was doing, that’s a no brainer. What you were trying to mean was your old friend group. You couldn’t blame them for being mad at you, after all you were only a part of it because of Sunghoon.

“Heeseung’s graduating soon,” this was the first update you’ve gotten from Yunjin after those years away. It took you every will not to ask her about them, but here you were now, finally giving in. “They’re still the same, nothing’s changed,”

“What about him?”

Yunjin seemed hesitant, obviously holding back something that she didn’t want you to know. “I’m not going to explode upon hearing, you know that, right?” you joked lightheartedly, but secretly dreading hearing about him.

“I think he’s seeing someone,”

“Good for him,”

Would it be a crime to admit that you still missed your ex? Something in you was wishing you could rekindle a connection again now that you’re back, but all that hope shattered. If he had already moved on, why couldn’t you? Even after knowing how he probably hated and resented you for doing what you did, you still couldn’t bring yourself to hate him back.

“That’s all?”

“You want me to go full crazy ex mode? You’re insane,” you shook your head, smiling a little, hoping Yunjin didn’t notice the speck of sadness swimming in your irises. “Whoever she is, I’m sure that I would like her … if I were slightly nicer,”

She let out a ‘tch’ in response, though grinning. “What are you going to do with them around? There’s no way you’d be able to fully avoid them,”

“What can I do? I’ll just have to coexist.”

Coexist was a funny word. How were you able to do that when you couldn’t even fully get over Sunghoon in the first place? Thinking about meeting him in flesh already made you feel like doubling over and projectile vomit. That was how pathetic you were, what a shame.

Settling in was easy. It was natural to be back home, way better than being in the noisy city and constantly surrounded by a bunch of fake friends. The question of why you left in the first place started burning your mind as you tossed around trying to sleep, but it only persisted to bug you. Then came the thoughts of Sunghoon and the friends you left behind, which prompted you to be fully awake, sitting up in bed.

It wasn't the greatest idea to reach for your phone and search for his contact name, just to recall the day you deleted his number. Yet, your memory never failed you, remembering the digits like it was first instinct, fingers already typing his number. Your thumb hovered over the green call button, a haze in your mind.

Inevitably, you shut your phone and dug your head into your pillow. He would've laughed then, if he had seen this happen, the exact moment of you almost caving in and finally saying the sorry you never gave him.

The pictures you saw of him on social media here and there made you wonder how he was and if he had already forgotten about you. There were a few recurring appearances of a girl that seemed to linger by his side in group pictures that caught your eyes. Who took your bed when you left? Who laughed at everything that he said? Was it that girl?

Just like the time you first had a crush on Sunghoon, you stayed awake thinking about him, except this time around, you were filled with regret instead of hope.

"Heeseung asked me about you,"

Yunjin's random confession in the middle of the day had surprised you. Lee Heeseung, the best friend of your ex who you swore hated your guts, asked about you? Shocker.

"What did you say?"

"I said something along the lines of you figuring out life and just chilling here until the time comes," Yunjin shrugged, and you nodded slowly. "But there's something he said that made me a bit … confused?"

"What?"

"He said they wanted to see you again,"

You raised your eyebrows, a hint of scepticism flashed over your eyes. "They want to see me? Tell me a better joke next time, thanks,"

"I'm not joking! I mean, he did say excluding Sunghoon, but the other guys wanted to know how you were now that you're back," Yunjin winced a little at the mention of your ex, but you waved it off.

"Are they treating me to dinner or something?"

"Well … no. But Heeseung asked me to bring you to their next party, which is in a few days," Yunjin's gaze softened, hand patting your back. "You know you don't have to come if you don't want to. I mean, after all that happened with you and them and Sunghoon,"

You let out a small sigh, absentmindedly fidgeting your fingers. "It's all in the past now. I'm sure Sunghoon has moved on with another girl, and maybe—just maybe—the guys do hate me less."

You never went to that party Yunjin mentioned.

It was hard to admit but you knew, deep inside you, you were afraid, too cowardly to face the people you once knew. Instead, you chose to linger around like a lost soul in a town full of the ghosts of your past.

It didn't help that the party was also in Sunghoon's house. How did they expect you to go in the first place? You thought you'd never step foot in there after you broke it off with him, and you were adamant on keeping it that way, but your heart got the worst of you.

On the night of the party, you drove around the neighbourhood, eventually stopping across the street of his house. You didn't know what got to you to do so, but you guessed reminiscence and bright lights coming from the house were the reason. The music was loud, people were coming in and out of the house, and the only thing you could think of was him.

That thought alone was enough to have you drive away, leaving the house further and further away into the background just as the memories of him being pushed into the back of your mind.

Rotting in your bed wasn't how your early 20s were meant to be spent, and avoiding almost everyone most definitely wasn't the case either.

Your family and Yunjin were the only people you saw daily, as for the friends you once had, they were long forgotten or didn't even bother to reach out. Except for Heeseung and the others.

That, to you, was a really funny thing to think about. People who stuck by you after the break up and swore to be your closest friends didn't try contacting you once you moved back, knowing damn well word traveled fast in the town; whereas the friends you thought hated you were the first to reach out.

"I'll go to that party," you said to Yunjin on a sunny afternoon tanning session by the pool, sunglasses sitting on the bridge of your nose, hiding the apprehension in your eyes.

"Really?" Yunjin almost jumped out of her seat. It was a party she had brought up days ago, still persistent on taking you out. At least this time around, it wasn't in Sunghoon's house, but her friend Chaewon's. "That's great! Chaewon and the girls are super nice, you'll love them. Let's pick a nice outfit for you, okay?"

Yunjin was by far the most enthusiastic one between you and her. She was picking out dresses and tops, literally rummaging through your closet for anything, and you had to remind her it was just a college party. So, you settled for a skirt and a plain top.

"Will you be okay? I'll stick by you," Yunjin had her arms around you, standing by the front door of Chaewon's house, hearing the music blaring from the inside.

"I'm fine—I think I'll be fine—I just don't want to run away from everyone anymore," it was mostly true, you thought it was inevitable to hide all the time, that wasn't how you're going to spend your life living.

"If there's anything, tell me, okay? We'll leave if you're getting sick," Yunjin gave your arm a final squeeze of assurance before crossing the threshold.

It was the same as every party you've gone to. Loud music, drunk college kids, liquor and beers strayed around, it reeked of your nightmare in a nutshell there.

Yunjin's friends were all as lovely as she had promised. The host herself was wobbling on her feet but managed to grace you with her humour. There was Sakura and Kazuha that you learned were foreign students.

Throughout the night, you were stuck by Yunjin, going from circle to circle and introducing yourself or recognising some of your past school mates. But, almost inevitably so, Heeseung, Jay and Jake had made an appearance too.

"Y/N," Jay was the first to call your name, causing you to turn your head at the familiar voice.

Your thoughts during then were jumbled into a mess. The people you were fighting to avoid were standing in front of you, all of which were much different than the memories you had of them in mind.

Three of them had grown taller, gained some muscles and matured in many ways. Jay's hair was dyed pink, Heeseung got new piercings and Jake had a tattoo on his finger. It was strange to admit they're the same people you knew despite feeling the complete opposite of familiarity.

"Hey—" you were cut off by Jay closing in and pulling you into a hug, this for once was something you remembered about him.

"We're so glad you're back," he whispered into your hair, squeezing you tight. It reminded you then that you were friends with him and the guys before you even dated Sunghoon, that connection was deeper than it seemed, and for it to be severed just because of a breakup was gut wrenching to realise. "We're sorry, Y/N, we're so sorry,"

His apology was genuine, that's for sure. Once you pull away, you let both Heeseung and Jake take turns to hug you, whispering apologies into your ear. It was odd, to accept their apologies and having to start afresh. You held onto them, just taking it in. To forgive was a big step, but maybe it was your first step.

You sat there, catching up with them and slowly getting comfortable just like the old days. Heeseung graduated and got a good job offer, Jay and Jake were still studying, both of which were in the same university. You were relieved there was nothing too awkward between you and them, or else you would have regretted your choices.

The night continued on with a few small talks and eventually you had to excuse yourself to the toilet. You wondered how Chaewon's house was so big, with halls that seemed to never end, or it could just be the effects of alcohol.

Stumbling around, you held onto the walls, passing by rooms occupied by people probably doing something unspeakable. You thought your peace of mind would be intact until the end of the night, but you were wrong. Upon turning a corner, you froze.

It was Sunghoon. It was him.

Grief was a funny feeling, especially when it comes to someone you once knew. You stared at him and there he was, like a ghost from your past coming back to haunt you. He was the shell of the person you loved, and you couldn't help but grieve the person he once was. What was he like now?

Before you could even turn around and make a run for it, his wandering eyes landed on you. He had the same thought process as you. Realisation, panic, sadness, confusion all mixed into a heap of feelings.

Your feet started moving on its own, as you stepped back, he took a step forward. Your breath became ragged, heart thumping hard and blood pumping in your ears. He was nearing, and you were running away, it was the same as before.

"Y/N!" He called out, and all it took was him to say your name again to have you stop in your tracks. Gosh, you were pathetic.

He was standing before you now, closer than he was a moment ago. It was then you realised how much he had changed too.

He was taller, smile lines etched much deeper into his face, almost changing along the same wavelengths with the others. There was something different about the way he looked at you, however. From love in his eyes that eventually changed into hatred was now filled with longing and confusion.

"Y/N," he repeated, disbelief evident in his voice, as if he couldn't believe you were there.

"Sunghoon," you blinked, a frown unknowingly making its way to your face. You let a few beats of silence pass, conflicted and nervous. "I—I should leave,"

"No—!" his hand reached out for you, but you didn't feel his touch. He didn't dare to touch you, letting his hand linger before pulling it back to his side. "I mean, you don't have to leave,"

"I thought you hate me,"

Sunghoon's gaze fell to the floor, jaw clenched and eyebrows furrowed. He met your eyes once more. "I should hate you, shouldn't I? But I don't think I do, I never did,"

You blinked, a little surprised, a little hurt. All along he had made you think he hated your guts but he actually didn't? "Oh," you seemed to have lost the ability to talk or to compute a proper sentence.

You thought of the things you wanted to ask him. If he was still angry at you or if things were working for him. But, what came out was the question you've stored in the back of your mind instead.

"Are you with someone new?"

You figured he didn't expect such a question from you, much as you didn't expect yourself saying it. It was an itching thought, one that made you look like a typical ex, but you couldn't help it.

"I'm not," he sounded almost exasperated, as if having to squash down this rumour for the thousandth time.

"Oh … oh," you didn't know what to say, averting your gaze away from him and finding comfort in the wall behind him.

Sunghoon paused, gaze following yours, looking reluctant whether or not to continue the conversation, but alas, he did. "How have you been?"

"Bad," you laughed a little, and Sunghoon's ears perked at the sound of it that he hasn't heard for ages. "You?"

"I quit skating,"

That was surprising. How could he have? Skating was his dream, his past, present and supposed future, but now, it came crashing down. You didn't know if you should feel sorry for him, as you have been a part of his journey, but one bit of you also seemed to have started mourning the changed Sunghoon that stood before you.

"Why?"

He shrugged, hands slipping into his pocket with a solemn look. "I lost interest. I'm into music now, I'm in a band with the guys,"

You heaved a breath, a deep one. Ironic it was that he was doing music now when he was the one criticising you in the past for wanting to pursue it. Who even was this person? With a new appearance came a new personality, he was much further away than you thought despite the physical distance.

"You've changed," you didn't know what prompted you to say that, maybe it was the disbelief or the denial that he was someone new, but whatever it was, neither of you could deny the fact that he did change. "I'm scared of the person you've become,"

A beat passed, an unreadable expression on Sunghoon's face that you couldn't distinguish even though by now you thought you'd know every one of them.

"And I'm scared you're still the same."

Seeing Sunghoon that night seemed to have altered something in your life. Somehow, he was everywhere you went.

Who was working at the register? Sunghoon. Who was at the park? Sunghoon. Who was at the party Yunjin managed to drag you to? Sunghoon.

It was haunting.

All those little encounters didn't mean you talked to him like normal, though. The awkward tension in the air still remained, seeing each other only reminded you and him both of your pasts, and you hated it. That explained why you were having a hard time seeing him at another party you were at.

Yunjin was much more of a party goer than you expected, and she successfully convinced you to go to all of them. It was fun until you got drunk and started being emotional. Your efforts of hiding from Sunghoon that night failed when he barged into the empty room you were sobbing in, whether it was accidental or not, you didn't know, you wished to not know.

"Y/N?"

His voice brought back the times he called your name. Both the good and bad ones. You stared up at him from the ground, tears welling your eyes. The person you were looking at was someone you thought was a soulmate, but now stood as someone closer to a stranger than a friend.

"W–what are you doing here? Why are you crying?"

The alcohol messing with your brain was processing his words, but what came out from your lips was the total opposite of an answer. "I'm sorry, Hoonie,"

Sunghoon's eyes widened at the nickname, the privilege that only you had. He kneeled down, taking a seat on the ground opposite you, a visible distance in between.

"I hate this—us—I feel like if we gave it one night, to talk, to just feel—you'd hate me less and make it alright," you choked back the sobs building up in your throat, the dizziness making you unaware of how Sunghoon reached out only to hesitate and pressed his hand back to his side. "Just wish that we could fight now, I'd hold you on the comedown …" your voice faltered, head leaning onto the wall.

"Y/N, you're drunk, we can talk this out another day," Sunghoon striped off his jacket and covered your exposed thighs with it. "Just … don't avoid me. I–I don't hate you, I just hope we can have a decent conversation without thinking about the past,"

He admitted it, how the two of you had secretly been thinking about the past, letting it be a big wall in between instead of growing from it. Yet, you could tell the unspoken anger and sadness still lingered, choosing to pour out gradually and unknowingly.

"Bet you wish you never even met me," you started slurring, hand gripping onto his jacket tightly. "I can't blame you, I broke your every heartbeat," your eyes were shut, images playing in your mind, not knowing the saddened look dawning on Sunghoon's face.

"Let's get you back."

In your sleep that night, you saw him. He was there, so far yet so close, and just like reality, he was hard to reach, harder to understand compared to before. He was a knife cutting deep, leaving a mark that constantly reminded you of the past.

How could you even make everything go back to the way it was?

Sunghoon was on your front door step the night everyone was out for dinner except you.

You hadn't expected him to turn up, thinking it'd be you that stood at his doorstep instead as you still had his jacket from that party (which you do not want to think about again).

"Sunghoon. Hey," the door was opened and you leaned against it, trying your best at hiding the hint of pining in your gaze.

"Oh, hey," he greeted back rather stiffly, dressed in a simple attire with the classic white Lacoste sneakers that he always wore. "I–I wanted to—"

"Take your … jacket?" You cut him off half way, nerves wrecking your brain.

A beat passed, Sunghoom visibly gulped. "Y–Yeah, my jacket,"

"I'll go grab it for you," you jerked your thumb over your shoulder, awkwardly scurrying back in to retrieve his jacket and coming back to see him chewing on his bottom lip, seemingly nervous. "Here. Thanks for it,"

"No problem," Sunghoon coughed, grabbing the jacket but absolutely paying no mind to it. His stare was straight at you.

"That's all, right?"

"Yeah,"

"Yeah," you echoed, hating the sudden rigidness between the two of you. "Bye then, Sunghoon,"

"Bye," Sunghoon said, looking dazed. Weird.

You saw him backing away and decided to close the door, but before you could even do so, a force had stopped you from closing it. Not a force, much rather a hand, his hand. The door was pushed open, and you physically jumped at the suddenness of it. Your eyes met Sunghoon's sorrowful ones.

"Don't push me away, Y/N, not again,"

"Sunghoon,"

He made his way in, closing the door behind him and you let him. Was this seriously happening?

"You said you wanted to give us one night to talk, so I'm here now. I didn't care about the jacket, I cared about you. I hate seeing us like this, it's like we're strangers," Sunghoon let out a frustrated huff, eyebrows furrowed.

"We can't just pretend nothing has happened between us,"

"So you want me to hate you instead? You're saying as if it's easy, Y/N, feelings don't work that way!"

"Then how do we go back to how it was? We can't, that's the truth. You're not the same person I used to know,"

"Cut the bullshit. I'm the same as I was, maybe just a little different than I was years ago, but that doesn't change anything. When does that ever stop you from loving?"

Were you too scared to love?

Sunghoon ran his hand across his face, wetting his lips. "You’re scared of change, and I don’t think that’s something new about you,”

Ouch.

“But I really wish you could let it all go. I don’t hate you, nor do I harbour any anger regarding the things that happened years ago. It hurts, it did, but seeing you now made me feel the opposite of all those emotions,” Sunghoon took a deep breath in, and you were holding yours. “I think about you a lot, actually. I regretted a lot of the things I said and done, and I wanted to say I’m sorry. I’m sorry for not being there for you and giving you the support you needed. I should've fought for us and not leave, I–I—" Sunghoon choked, unable to hold in his overpowering emotions anymore.

You didn’t say anything, instinctively closing in and pulling him into your arms, letting his head lie on your shoulder, ignoring the feeling of his warm tears soaking the fabric of your shirt. "I'm sorry too, for leaving you so easily,"

You stood there with Sunghoon in your arms, inevitably crying along and sobbing out your own apologies, the ones you had owed him and hidden all these years. He held you tight just as you did, and it felt like the nights he had you in his arms whenever you cried. You eventually calmed down whereas Sunghoon was still composing himself, avoiding your gaze.

You took the opportunity to hug him again, tighter and firmer this time, as if trying to stop him from running away.

"Can we start over? I don't want us to be strangers,"

You heard a sniffle, then a shaky breath of relief. "I'd love to,"

Pulling away, you locked eyes with him. They were twinkling brighter than the stars in the skies outside, filled with a spark of hope. "I'll make us some hot tea. Do you want to … stay over?"

"Can I?"

"I really want you to."

It didn't take more to convince Sunghoon to stay, all you had to do was ask and he'd listen.

That night, you and him hid in your room, talking for the whole night until the break of dawn. Nothing about the way he talked had changed, nor his laughter or the crinkles around his eyes when he smiled. He told you about the band and some side gigs, offering to bring you to some too.

You laid there in bed laughing all night, occasionally peeking over the side of your bed to check up on him who slept on the extra mattress, only to meet his eyes and freeze.

The red string of fate tying you and him together was beginning to reform.

Not feeling dread every time you saw Sunghoon was a new start for you. In fact, you were glad to see him.

The misunderstandings and complexity built up over the years were finally addressed, leaving you to peace and a small hope of rebuilding what you had with him. But you kept that thought away for now, holding onto the pieces you had at the moment.

"Come to one of my gigs," Sunghoon made a trip to your house on a random afternoon, a box of your favourite chocolate covered strawberries in his hand. He never forgot anything about you, didn't he?

"Are you bribing me or asking me?" You said despite accepting the box, your heart squeezing at the thought of him remembering the littlest details about you.

"I'm asking you but also offering a gift," he let himself in, almost like always, and you didn't even notice, just letting him do so. "I saw it and I thought of you so I got it,"

"Thanks," you waved the box a little, setting it down on the table and leaning slightly against it. "You still remember,"

His gaze softened. "Of course I do," his hand by his side was itching to reach out, but it never did, instead, he played it off by giving you a smile. "So, what do you say? This Saturday, watch our gig at the pub,"

"Are you singing?"

"I wish I did," he laughed, and you momentarily recalled the times you had karaoke sessions with him. Curse reminiscence. "I play the bass, Heeseung's the front man,"

You nodded slowly, picturing them as a band and smiling slowly. You've missed them, and it was then when you realised it. "I'll go,"

"Really?"

"Obviously, do you want me to say no?"

"Well, no," Sunghoon chuckled, quite literally unable to hide his excitement from the way he's grinning widely. "I'm just … glad, and surprised, and happy,"

You bit back a smile, shaking your head at him. "Text me the details, will you? I don't want to miss it."

Saturday rolled around quickly. You and Yunjin were sitting in a corner of the pub, beers on the table and whispering gossip about some of your high school classmates. High school might've ended years ago but gossip never stopped.

"Alright, folks, the next act is someone you already know, they are not strangers," the manager of the pub stepped onto the small stage, announcing Sunghoon and the guy's band. "Please welcome … April Nights!"

April?

You bit your tongue, an odd feeling boiling in your stomach. April was the month you broke up with Sunghoon and left for university, it was more than just a coincidence for him and his band to have 'April' in their name. All you knew was the sinking feeling never went away.

"You alright?" Yunjin noticed your silence, casting a worried glance at you.

"April …" you mumbled, eyes staring straight ahead at Sunghoon who was setting up his bass on stage. "There must be something behind it,"

"What?"

"Nothing,"

You shook away that feeling currently eating up and put your focus on Sunghoon instead. It wasn't your first time watching him perform. It has always been him on ice in a big arena, but now it was him on a small stage at a dingy pub.

Sunghoon's eyes wandered all over the room, finally landing on you, a smile spreading on his pretty face. You managed a small smile, waving a little to let him know you're there, you're actually there and not a figment of his imagination, a dream that he has been wishing on for far too long.

The first song they played was an ABBA song. To be specific, it was your favourite ABBA song that you would listen to with Sunghoon in the past. Was it a coincidence?

You knew Heeseung had a vocal of stars, but to hear it for the first time in years was sending you into heaven. However, you failed to keep your focus on him, redirecting it to the bassist. You couldn't stop looking at Sunghoon, and his gaze wouldn't leave yours either.

The second song soon came by, and at that point onwards, you knew it wasn't a coincidence. It only took two songs for you to realise that Sunghoon had prepared a set list of your favourite songs. The band was currently playing Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls, a song you had loved ever since forever.

You shouldn't be feeling light headed, but you were.

The set ended almost a few hours later. It was filled with your favourite songs, undoubtedly. The whole time, you were truly holding your breath, especially when Sunghoon was holding your gaze.

While people were filing in and out of the pub gradually, you stayed. It was well past midnight and Yunjin's cheeks were pink from the alcohol, wandering off to join Heeseung and the others. You, on the other hand, were sober as hell, waiting for Sunghoon with nerve wrecking anticipation.

"Hey, hey, hey. How did we do?" Sunghoon slid into a seat like an apparition appearing out of thin air. You jumped a little, but melted into a smile at the sight of him.

"You guys were great," it was genuine, because they did do amazing, probably more than just amazing. "'April nights', an interesting name,"

Realisation dawned on Sunghoon's face, he swallowed thickly. "I—yeah. April was an interesting month,"

"The set list …"

"Right, the set list," he chuckled, shifting on his feet a little nervously and stiffly. "I figured since you're here I'll play some of your favourite songs,"

"Oh," you let out softly, not knowing what else to say, this was something you found yourself acting around Sunghoon now. "That's … nice,"

Sunghoon gouged your expressions and the tone of your voice, a slow frown etching onto his tired face. "Did you not … like it? I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable,"

"No, it's not that! I'm just—" you paused, thinking of an appropriate word to describe how you felt. Frankly, you didn't know your exact feelings. "—surprised and … confused?"

"Confused?"

"Sunghoon, we're exes, and you pulling this isn't exactly helping—this—" you gestured to the space between you and him. "Us,"

Sunghoon was silent for a moment, occasionally opening his mouth to say something just to close it before he could. "I—maybe I read it all wrong, I thought—you know what, forget it,"

"Don't. Just tell me," you reached over for him, but didn't touch his hand. "What are we? We're not exactly best friends nor are we enemies. I don't want any tension between us and I don't want you to think you have zero chance at all," you breathed, searching for his eyes. "I would want us to work out again, if that's what you want too,"

Sunghoon's eyes glistened with a spark of hope, relief washing over his face. It was an answer to his question. "I want us to work out. I want us to have another chance," his hand reached out for yours the first time since you've seen each other, feeling the warmth of his touch that you were no stranger to. He carefully and gently intertwined his hand with yours.

"We'll always find our way back to each other."

It was odd but comforting to know that nothing has changed when it came to you and Sunghoon.

Sunghoon brought you to your favourite places, ate your favourite dishes, did your favourite activities as an attempt to rekindle everything back. Safe to say it was working.

Just like the first dates you had together, you felt yourself having the same bubbly feeling internally, the same giggles you caught yourself having after a stupid joke he made. Despite all that, over the course of a few weeks, it had you wondering about your relationship with him.

"Will you date him again?" Yunjin could tell you were struggling, even if you didn't say it, it was still quite evident.

"What's with the sudden question?"

"Well, considering he has taken you out on so many dates and still hasn't asked you to be his girlfriend again, I could tell you're troubled,"

"Okay, mind reader," you grumbled and shifted in your seat, hating how right she was. "He said he wanted to give us a chance again, so I was expecting that—you know—we'd get back together soon,"

"Your 'soon' seems a bit urgent, but I don't blame you," Yunjin shrugged, gaze softening at your words. "I can tell how much love there still is between the two of you. It's natural to gravitate towards each other, but time, time is what you need to heal the scars, Y/N. It's been years, give yourself time."

You suppose giving yourself time truly was what you needed. But when you mentally said you needed space, you didn't mean wanting Sunghoon to ignore you.

That's right. He was ignoring you.

How did you know? Apparently, the hard way.

Calls, messages were all brushed aside. You didn't even see him physically. At one point, you considered him dead, but seeing him at a party proved to you that he wasn't.

"What the fuck is your problem?"

Cornering him was a challenge, but being headstrong and slightly buzzed, nothing could possibly stop you.

"Y/N?"

"Wow, I'm surprised you remember my name," you seethed, almost stumbling forward and throwing a punch at him. "So, we're playing the game where you get back at me and ghost me after all that we've been through lately? Sweet! Could've given me a head's up though,"

"What? You're the one who's planning to abandon me just like before!"

"What are you even saying?"

"Your email, Y/N. I saw your email. How you have a big job in London and you just can't wait to join, throwing me away like a summer's fling right before you leave,"

"You're not making any sense, I'm not accepting that role!" You were heaving at anger at this point, matching the fumes emitting from Sunghoon's ears. "You dickhead! I'm literally throwing my dreams away and you're here thinking I'm leaving you again? Is that what you thought of first? Oh, maybe you could've just asked me, but you didn't, just like the past,"

Bringing up the past had triggered something not only in you but him. He blinked, keeping silent but chewing anxiously on the inside of his cheek.

"You never changed, huh?"

You heaved a deep breath, shaking your head a little, not to answer his question, but at him.

"Well I guess that makes the both of us."

"I fucked it up, didn't I?"

The night after the confrontation, you woke up on Yunjin's couch with a hangover thanks to your habit of drinking your problems away. Remembering Sunghoon's face and the feelings you felt literally had you shrivelling back into the couch, a deep frown etched on your face.

"Partly, yes, but mostly, no," you felt the couch dip beneath Yunjin's weight as she joined your side, a warm cup of coffee in her hand. "He fucked up first, but I think it's all just a big misunderstanding,"

"I don't we've healed from it," you took the cup from her and drank from it. "He's scared of me leaving and I was considering leaving again. Maybe we're just not meant to be,"

Yunjin sighed, moving her body closer to you and placing a comforting hand on yours. "If you're not leaving, that means you're staying, which also means you get to make it right. You get to have time to mend it all unlike the last time,"

"I have to make it right, don't I?"

A nod of confirmation from Yunjin was all you needed to know your next step. So, you decided to show up at his gig in the same exact pub without thinking through it twice.

"He's not here tonight," Heeseung looked thoroughly puzzled by your sudden appearance, and it seemed none of them knew about the small altercation you had with Sunghoon.

"Really?"

"Yeah, he's been acting a bit … off. We asked him to take a night off, maybe you should give him a call."

If only it was that easy.

Walking back home with a dejected heart was not the plan you had in mind. A part of you even thought this was truly the end, maybe he reached the conclusion of going no contact and you have no choice but to accept it. Was this karma?

It didn't help that you walked past the park that you and Sunghoon used to run off to back in the past. The exact bench which you and him sat on still resided there. Your curious mind led your legs towards it, taking a seat and remembering all the memories you shared with him.

Being alone under the night sky and getting accompanied by the dim light coming from the street lamp had given you a chance to rethink your choices about coming back home, whether it was worth it to see Sunghoon once again and try for the closure you never got. Well, look where it got you now.

The ruffles of the leaves got you snapping your head towards the direction of the noise, but it only landed on a figure.

"Y/N?"

You squinted, waiting until the figure walked under the streetlamp to distinguish that it was … Sunghoon. You should be feeling glad now that he was there in front you, but why were you feeling the exact opposite?

"Sunghoon? W–what are you doing here?" You stood up, watching him getting closer, the anguish in his face was clear.

"I–I … I went to look for you," he started, carefully and slowly inching closer until there's a comfortable distance between you both. "You weren't home and I thought … that was it,"

That was a fatal flaw you and him shared, wasn't it?

"I went to the pub to look for you too," your voice came out in a hushed whisper, breathing becoming ragged. "And you weren't there, so I thought … I thought it was the end too,"

"Fuck's sake, I know I said this many times but I'm sorry, Y/N," he sounded desperate, apologetic and almost exasperated. "I'm sorry for assuming things and ignoring you, I guess I never really got rid of the avoiding thing. I'm just … scared of you leaving me and I can't accept it again,"

"I'm not leaving, Hoonie," you were the first to reach out, to touch him and pull him into your embrace. "I didn't think you'd see that email so I never said anything about it. But I'm not leaving, okay? Not this time, never again. I'm here and I'm staying,"

You heard Sunghoon's quiet breathing next to your ear, his calming heartbeat thrumming against your shoulder. "I'm sorry, I really am, Y/N. I said I wanted to make this right but why does it feel like I'm fucking it all up?"

"You're not, Hoon, trust me. If I have to be honest here, both of us have past scars that aren't healed yet. It takes time, one step at a time, and that was what I learned. I think we're not fully healed from the past," you held onto him tighter, spilling all your hidden truths. "We can make it right, but first, we have to forgive ourselves, forgive each other and move on,"

Sunghoon pulled away a little, but his arms still remained around you. It was the first time you were ever so close to him since the split, wholly vulnerable and showing him your truest emotions.

"I forgive you," he whispered, pearly tears threatening to spill from the edge of his eyes. "And I'm sorry again,"

"I forgive you too," your grip on his jacket tightened, a small comforting smile appearing on your lips, one that Sunghoon reciprocated.

"I don't think I'll ever stop loving you," he confessed, a little out of the blue, but it was something he needed to get out of his system before he burst. "Those years when you were away, I see you in everyone else, I don't think anyone could ever compare. I still love you even after this long,"

Your mind was in a haze upon hearing his confession, sincerity and longing hidden in his words but evident in his eyed. For a moment, you thought of what you could say, but nothing came to mind, so you did the first thing your body told you to. You kissed him. Actually, it was more of a peck, a simple quick peck that was enough to shock both him and you.

"I'm sorry!" You saw his wide eyes and wondered if it was a good time to have even done that.

Sunghoon melted into an expression of adoration, a wide smile etched on his lips, as if in both disbelief and relief that you kissed him. "Don't be sorry," he stepped closer, only an inch measured the distance between you and him. The space became smaller when he leaned down, eyes flickering down to your lips. "Can I?"

Was this happening? "Yeah,"

Sunghoon didn't waste any moment in meeting your lips with his. It was natural, easy, for you to kiss him just like first instinct. The amount of desperation, sadness, anger and love were poured into the way he kissed you. There wasn't any urgency, but it spoke louder than intended.

It was short, but it was enough to let the both you know the true feelings you harboured for each other. By the time you pulled away from him, you felt his eyes on you, a giggle erupted from you unexpectedly, and he started joining in.

You really looked like a lovesick fool standing under the streetlamp with your lover.

"Do you want to stop by that old spot we used to go to?" Sunghoon suggested, a little shyly this time.

"The one nearby?"

"That one,"

"Let's go then." you nodded, casting him a soft smile.

Sunghoon didn't say much, but his hand did the talking by reaching for yours. He held onto it tightly, intertwining his fingers with yours and swinging your interlocked hands as you walked. He might've not said much, but you could tell how he felt.

Feelings might be complicated, and making amends with the history behind a broken relationship was equally challenging, but what mattered most was getting back with the one who you called your soulmate, your lover, your best friend.

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hoshieeyewrinkles · 3 months

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Guilty pleasure [1] (requested)

A/n: Don't like the way it turned out honestly.

Tw warning: step-cest, corruption kink, slight degradation, fingering, virgin! reader is way too innocent.

Part 1 | Part 2

Step-brother! Haechan would be a menace, constantly asking you, a virgin, the most ridiculous questions about your sex life. Why? He knew you would be flustered and embarrassed, and he took sick pleasure in it. The smallest shift in your hips, the way you licked your lips, or even the way you drank water made him feel horny for you. He was aware that he was a sick freak, but all he could think about was ruining you ever since your mother married his father and introduced you as his step sister.

"What do you mean you never fingered your cunt?"

"What a sweet innocent angel, you don't even know what anal sex is. You have such a fat ass, it deserves to be pounded"

You knew these types of things should never be discussed between siblings even if they are step siblings but haechan doesn't think so, he comes closer to you whispering in your ear "Baby I'll teach you everything you need to know.."

Your innocent self thought that he would be giving you ted talks about sex not physical demonstration but it's Lee Haechan, we are talking about.

Haechan, thinking of you in your skimpy shorts, jerks off shamelessly, leaving his door open. He wanted you to witness him engaging in the dirtiest activities so he could fill your thoughts with them. Your virginity had to be taken away by him. He wanted to corrupt you to the point where you could not function without his cock.

"Haechan, why were you doing those things with your door open?" You stuttered out, perplexed by his strange tantics. He simply chuckled, his gaze running over your figure. How he would adore giving you a fucking fit while bending you over the closest counter.

"What things, baby? Angel, I was helping myself because my cock was hurting."

"Hurting? Why would it hurt?"

"It is your fault for walking around like this knowing I would get horny. What else were you expecting? I'm sure you were standing by the door, listening to me moan, because you are a freak underneath, baby. Stop with your virgin bullshit. You are actually a slut"

His little ramble caused you to tingle down there. How did he notice you were standing right there? But that is not the point to think about right now; the question is, why does him calling you a slut make you feel strange down there? It was almost as if you had pissed yourself, which felt so wrong on so many levels.

"Haechan! Don't say such things !" You scolded weakly, but he just moved closer to you, towering over your figure. "What a pretentious little angel. I noticed the way you rubbed your thighs together." He said this as if he were looking directly into your soul.

"I... I don't know why I did that; I feel strange down there." You confessed, your cheeks turning red, and Haechan did a victory dance in his head, knowing he had finally brought you to this point. "Let me see Angel..."

Ripping off your shorts, he was rather gentle with you as he fingered you on the kitchen counter. Your broken whimpers and moans filled his ears. Your whines as he slapped your thighs to keep them open. Everything was driving him crazy. He wished he could bury his cock inside and pound you for hours on end, but he couldn't, not right now. He had to proceed cautiously since he wanted his little angel to experience pleasure as well.

"More..." You groaned as you gave him a sloppy kiss. Sucking on your tongue, he felt himself get hard again.He just can not help it, fuck. He can't take it when you moan pathetically in his ear, begging for more. He was not guilty of ruining you, so even though you were his dirtiest wet dream, you were not his guilty pleasure.

Read part 2 here

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yourlocaljonghoe · 4 months

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Whispered Solace. || Jeong Yunho.

Summary: Trapped in another depressive phase and avoiding all contact to your friends, you desperately try to battle your inner demons and insomnia alone. (Un)fortunately for you, your secret crush Yunho will not let you carry this burden on your own.

Pairing: Jeong Yunho x female Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Comfort, Brother's best friend!au

Wordcount: 2.7k

Warnings: Talking about Insomnia and Depression, do not read if you feel mentally unstable right now, it may not be much but still, please proceed with caution.

A/N: I've been in a really dark place this past week, from barely sleeping to just being tired and sad, so I wrote this short thing here. Remember, you are never alone and one day it will definitely get better. I have to tell that myself often because I sometimes think I'm not strong enough to handle life, but I have my support system which I'll be forever thankful for. I want everyone to know that you're doing amazing, even if some days you can't get up you are still here, strong and beautiful. Take care. Divider credits to @firefly-graphics! Also thanks to my lovely beta @yunho-mp3, I love you so so much <3

Taglist: @yunho-mp3, @kyukyustar, @hwapetals, @foxinnie8

Available here on AO3.

It was quiet, and the silence almost made you go insane.

You currently lied awake in the early hours of the morning, your thoughts spiraling into depressing depths while your insomnia took over once again. The only sound in the room was the soft hum of the air conditioner, at constant war with the oppressive heat of summer. You tossed and turned, the weight of fatigue heavy on your bones, but sleep remained an elusive dream only.

As the minutes stretched into hours, a shimmer of worry gnawed at the edges of your consciousness. You couldn't let it happen again. You knew entering another depressive phase would not only be bad for you, but your friends as well. You've been avoiding them for weeks now, because you knew if they'd see you like this they would be insanely worried, rightfully so, but you were ashamed. Too ashamed to be honest about your current state. The fear of them finding out about your struggle with insomnia, and worse, your deep unrequited crush on Jeong Yunho, was a constant source of torment. You couldn't let them see your weakness, especially not Yunho. It would be mortifying.

You knew your brother, Song Mingi, also a part of said friend group and whom you lived with was getting more and more aware of your situation, how you're barely talking, sleeping or leaving the house, and you also knew he's been telling your friends about his worries.

They've been blowing up your phone ever since, yet you could not get yourself to answer these messages. Especially not Yunho's.

Just as despair threatened to swallow you whole, a gentle knock on the door roused you from your thoughts. "Y/N," Yunho's voice called out, warm and concerned. "I know you're still awake. Open up, please."

Shit. You completely forgot they were coming over for movie night today, something you usually loved but have now avoided for weeks.

You flinched as he knocked a second time, your heart leaping into a frenzied dance at the sound of his voice. Yunho, the epitome of charm and kindness, your brother Mingi's closest confidant, and the star around which your universe revolved, as much as you hated to admit.

Reluctantly, you dragged yourself out of bed, shuffling to the door. As you hesitantly opened it, you're met with Yunho's worried eyes, framed by a mess of windswept hair and soft features that could make even the coldest heart melt.

"Y/N, please talk to me," Yunho said, his tone laced with genuine concern. You wanted to cry at that. "We haven't seen you in weeks. And I can't stand to see you like this. You look so tired."

You forced a smile, aiming for nonchalance, but fear it came across as something closer to a grimace. "It's nothing, just a late night. You’re not exactly quiet downstairs" you lied, your voice cracking just enough to betray the charade of an attempted joke.

“You’re a terrible liar,” Yunho chuckled softly, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. “I know you too well, Y/N. Talk to me. What’s keeping you up?” he asked, his gaze intense and full of unmistakable caring.

You hesitated, your secret weighing heavily on your tongue, threatening to spill out against your will. Desperation curled in your chest, a gnawing fear that if you confided in him, something irrevocably painful and beautiful might unfurl between the two of you.

“I just can’t sleep. It’s been weeks, and I tried everything, but it just never comes,” you admit, the weight of your confession heavy in the air. “It's one of those phases… I'm tired, moody, sad and just… done. I'm just so done, Yuyu.”

Yunho’s expression immediately softened, and he approached you with a warmth that both soothed and ignited a fierce longing within you. “You don’t have to face this alone, Y/N.” His voice was like a soothing melody, an anchor in the tempest of your mind.

“I can’t let them see me like this. Not the group. Not you,” you murmured, anguish clawing at your insides. You could not allow them to witness your vulnerability, least of all Yunho, in whose presence you felt dangerously exposed.

“Y/N, they care about you. We all do. You don’t have to carry this burden alone,” Yunho assured you once again, his eyes unwavering. “And I promise, I won’t let anyone tease you. You’re safe with me. This is a serious topic, and as much as the boys love to joke around, they wouldn’t. Not now.”

His sincerity wrapped around you like a protective cocoon, offering the faintest glimmer of hope. You managed a weak nod, allowing yourself to be swayed by his words, by the promise of sanctuary in his presence.

“You should get some rest,” he said, concern etched across his features. “But if insomnia strikes again, promise you’ll call me. I’ll be here for awhile, just downstairs.”

Your heart fluttered at the resolve in his gaze, and before you could overthink it, you blurted out, “Stay, just for a little while. Until I fall asleep.”

Yunho's eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, you're stricken with the urge to take back your words. But then, a soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips, and he nodded, taking a seat on the edge of your bed.

You slid under the covers, your pulse racing as the feeling of closeness sunk into your bones, warming you from the inside out.

"I'll stay as long as you want me to," Yunho murmured, reaching out to brush the hair away from your face, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

"Thank you, Yunho," you whispered, your voice barely audible in the quiet of the room. His presence soothed you, so much that you could barely keep your eyes open. "I don't know what I’d do without you."

His smile was achingly tender, his gaze unwavering as he replied, "You'll never have to find out, Y/N."

As the moments melted into one another, the world beyond your window faded into insignificance, leaving you alone with Yunho and the intoxicating pull of his presence.

"Why me?" you blurted out, the question slipping through the fragile barrier guarding your heart.

Yunho blinked, surprise flickering in his eyes. "What do you mean, Y/N?"

You swallowed hard, feeling foolish and exposed, but the need to understand was a question burning on the tip of your tongue. "Out of everyone, why did you choose to check on me tonight? You could've just… stayed downstairs."

A flicker of amusement danced in Yunho's eyes, and he chuckled softly. "Because you’re important to me, Y/N. I care about you, more than I can put into words."

Oh, such dangerous words.

His admission sent your heart into a frenzied gallop, a kaleidoscope of emotion swirling within you. It's the echo of a confession you've longed to hear, yet the fear of misinterpretation shackles your desperate hope.

"And you're important to me," you murmured, your voice trembling with raw vulnerability. "More than you'll ever know."

Yunho's gaze searched yours, a silent exchange passing between you, laden with unspoken truths and uncharted territory.

Just as the weight of the unspoken threatened to overwhelm you, Yunho’s hand found yours, his touch a lifeline in the tempest of your thoughts. “Y/N, I…”

Before he could finish his sentence, the shrill of your phone jolted you both, shattering the fragile cocoon of intimacy enveloping you.

With a frustrated huff, you reached for the offending device, only to find a barrage of messages from your brother, Mingi.

“He's literally right downstairs, what the fuck does he want?” you muttered, swiping through the notifications. “Wait, did he just send me a photo?”

Yunho leaned over, his warmth seeping into your space, and together, you peer at Mingi’s latest message. It’s a picture of him and the rest of Ateez, huddled up in the living room, wide grins plastered across their faces.

“Time for a late-night snack,” Yunho read aloud, a playful gleam in his eyes. “That boy is the epitome of mischief at any hour.”

You let out an exasperated laugh, feeling a surge of affection for your overzealous brother. “I swear, he's incorrigible. He still thinks he's 5 years old at times.”

Yunho chuckled, the sound wrapping around you like a warm embrace, and for a moment, the weight of your worries eased. His laughter was a balm to your restless soul, an undeniable reassurance that not everything in life needs to be somber.

“So, what do we do about the little rascals downstairs?” Yunho asked, amusement dancing in his eyes.

You glanced around your room, the prospect of facing the lively chaos awaiting you downstairs both daunting and oddly appealing. “I don’t think they'll let us rest anytime soon.”

“Then, allow me to take matters into my own hands.” Yunho’s grin was mischievous, a glint of determination in his eyes as he rose from the bed.

As he headed for the door, you caught a glimpse of the curve of his smile, the casual elegance in his every movement. A surge of affection bloomed within you, tender and fierce in its embrace.

“Wait, Yunho,” you called out, and he paused to look back at you, curiosity etching lines on his face. “Thank you, for everything. I mean it.”

Yunho's smile softened, a tender warmth weaving through his expression. “I’m here for you, Y/N. Always.”

With that promise lingering in the air like a whispered prayer, you watch as Yunho left the room, his laughter mingling with the raucous sounds of your friends downstairs.

The weight of weariness tugged at your eyelids, finally luring you into the embrace of sleep, however fleeting it may be.

It's a testament to Yunho’s presence, his unwavering support when you needed it most, that allowed you to drift into a semblance of restful slumber.

Darkness claimed you, and somewhere in the lull of dreams, a spark of hope ignited. Perhaps, amidst the tangled mess of emotions and the uncharted territory of unspoken longing, there’s a chance for love, for healing, for a profound connection that defies the boundaries of time and space.

From day one, ever since you met all those years back, you knew that Jeong Yunho was the one for you, as embarrassing as it may sound. You were determined to confess, and you tiredly promised yourself to do it very soon.

Seconds passed, and you sunk deeper into the abyss of dreams, Yunho’s laughter and his earnest reassurances weaving through the tapestry of your mind, a soothing symphony of devotion and unspoken promises.

Within the stillness of the pre-dawn hours, a new chapter began, shaped by the tender whispers of the heart and a longing that refuses to be contained.

The morning sun filtered through your window, casting a soft glow across the room, rousing you from the depths of your slumber.

As you stretched and yawned, the memories of the previous night gathered in the recesses of your mind, a poignant reminder of the warmth and comfort Yunho offered you.

And… you actually managed to fall asleep, a true blessing. You knew it was all thanks to Yunho.

With a small smile tugging at your lips, you made your way downstairs, the infectious sounds of chatter and laughter pulling you closer.

That early? They must be planning to go out then. A string of sadness struck you; you knew you did not have the energy for it, yet you longed to spend time with them.

As you stepped into the lively chaos of the living room, you're greeted by the sight of Mingi and the rest of Ateez, engaged in a spirited debate over breakfast choices.

"Morning, Y/N!" Mingi called out, his grin wide and infectious. "Did you finally get some sleep?"

Mingi cared for you, but as your brother, you knew it was not easy to show it sometimes.

Before you could reply, Yunho appeared at your side, a playful sparkle in his eyes. "She did, with a little help from yours truly."

The mischievous gleam in Yunho's eyes drew knowing chuckles from the rest of Ateez, their teasing grins sending a flush of embarrassment up your neck.

"Yunho, stop spilling secrets," you laughed, swatting his arm playfully.

Now with one secret out, you realized that it wasn't too bad. They all genuinely seemed to care and did not try to even attempt to crack a joke.

"I can't help it," he chuckled, the sound a symphony of warmth and comfort. "Keeping secrets is not my forte, especially when it comes to helping someone as lovely as you, Y/N."

You rolled your eyes, the warmth of his words washing over you like a gentle tide. Despite your hesitation, Yunho’s presence has become a beacon of light in your darkest moment yesterday, a quiet reassurance that you're not alone in your struggles.

As the day unfolded, the boys said they wanted to stay here, knowing it was hard for you to leave the house but still wanting to be with you. You almost cried tears of joy at their kindness. Today was filled with moments of laughter and camaraderie, and throughout the day, you found yourself drawn to Yunho, his infectious laughter and easy charm a magnetic pull you couldn't ignore, especially after the intimate moment the two of you shared last night.

In the midst of lighthearted banter and shared moments of joy, the faint stirrings of longing and affection blossomed like delicate petals in the garden of your heart once again.

Hours slipped by in a whirl of blissful chaos, each passing moment an irreplaceable treasure in the tapestry of shared memories and the awakening of unspoken emotions. This day was pure chaos, and you loved every second of it, how Yunho once again beat all of you in various games and even how Mingi really thought he could prove that he wasn't such a bad cook after all, almost burning down the entire kitchen in the process.

Night slowly descended upon the city once more, casting its velvety embrace over the bustling streets and the labyrinth of hidden desires within your heart.

You heard voices, indicating that Mingi was bidding the boys goodbye.

Here, on the rooftop of your shared apartment building, the gentle breeze weaved through your hair, carrying with it the whispers of the evening.

For whatever reason, Yunho decided to stay behind, now standing right beside you, his gaze fixed on the star-lit expanse above, his profile etched in the soft glow of the moon.

"It's beautiful up here," you murmured, your heart drumming against the confines of your chest, yearning for the man next to you.

Yunho turned to you, his eyes gleaming with a quiet intensity. "Not as beautiful as you, Y/N," he said, his words a tender caress against the silence of the night.

Your breath caught in your throat, the stirring of countless unsaid words and unspoken longings cascading through the entwined threads of your souls.

“Yunho, I… I don’t want to hide this anymore. I don’t want to pretend that there isn’t something between us,” you admitted, the confession a fragile whisper that hung between you like a delicate tapestry.

The air crackled with unspoken tension, the weight of longing and desire coiling around the slumbering city, a palpable thrum in the silence.

Yunho's gaze held yours, a reservoir of unspoken promises and cherished sentiments swirling within the depths of his eyes.

“Y/N, I’ve felt it too,” he murmured, the admission a gentle revelation that sent your heart into a fervent dance.

And in that suspended moment, with the city bustling beneath you and the stars shimmering overhead, you bridge the divide between you, your lips meeting in a tender, hesitant kiss.

The world turned quiet, leaving only the echo of your mingled breaths and the intoxicating warmth of Yunho's embrace.

In the timeless realm of your shared kiss, an unspoken understanding bloomed, a symphony of entwined desires and the tender promise of a love that transcends the boundaries of time and space.

As the night unfolded in a tender crescendo of shared tenderness, you lost yourself in the exquisite haven of Yunho’s embrace, his touch a constant reminder that things would get better, always.

And within the intimate dance of intertwined souls, beneath the velvet expanse of the star-lit sky, a new chapter unfurled, marked by the unyielding pull of love and the profound connection that defied the realm of eternity.

You knew that what the two of you shared was special, and you were beyond thankful that a man like him existed, not judging you once, but rather trying his best to both understand and love every part of you, as dark as they may be.

"Thank you, Yuyu. For healing me."

#wonderlandnet #ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez fluff #ateez x reader #ateez scenarios #ateez fanfiction #ateez angst #ateez fic #ateez imagines #ateez au #ateez yunho #yunho x reader #yunho #jeong yunho #yunho fluff #yunho fanfic #jeong yunho fluff #jeong yunho fanfic

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johns-prince · 5 months

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I Don't Know (Oh Johnny Johnny)

After listening to this "forgotten" song by John and Paul on repeat, with excruciating scrutiny of trying my darndest to make out the lyrics.

This song is approximately recorded around 1960, could have even been 1959, and I've read it was apparently recorded when the group was going by the Silver Beatles. Also, apparently recorded at Paul's house? I'm not sure.

Whether you think it's just them fooling about, simple improvising and nothing at all, I think if they were going to take the effort to record it, it had to mean something.

Even if some or half of it is "improv," it still sounds like a conversation between the two.

It's not unlike them to use music to communicate and express personal thoughts and feelings, wants. There's also nobody else there... it's just them.

Just a couple of the clearer lyrics from Paul at the start:

"Hey now Johnny Johnny, oh Johnny Johnny, oh Johnny Johnny, oh Johnny Johnny, Oh God, Johnny boy, how are we gonna tell them?"

"Oh Johnny boy you wore me out"

It also sounds in one line Paul is singing, "Well you got me!"

Then John starts up.

And I know some people claim the start for John here is him saying "Well little boy" but I have to say that doesn't match up with what I've heard.

Doesn't sound anything like boy, but it does sound like John is saying, "Oh little darling, packing my shoes.. " can't make the following bit before, "cuz I'm losin' you"

"I'm going to see my sister soon. She don't want to see me I don't know really what I'm gonna do what I'm gonna do."

Now you've got Paul again:

"Well Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, when I call you Johnny, well Johnny Johnny oh Johnny, when I'm calling you..."

"Well I don't know what I'm going to tell them..." okay, these lyrics are really difficult to decipher. Maybe it's just my brains attempt at conjuring coherent words from the incoherent sounds, but, what follows this sounds ALMOST sounds as if Paul is telling him what he'll tell the fellas, about thoughts regarding John (I've still got thoughts of you/I'll still have thoughts of you/or, I'll still vouch for you)

Then the closest thing to ever getting to hear what Paul McCartney sounds like when pleading:

"Please Johnny, please Johnny"

John's response is:

"Well I'll tell the fellas I'm traveling with you"

And funnily enough, it's John saying, "I don't know what I'm gonna to do when I tell my mother we're gonna leave town." Of course if this is recorded in 1958/1960, Julia is no longer around...

Paul reiterates this though, confirming it, "Yeah we're gonna leave town."

Paul continues with this dogged line, I can catch a couple of "we gotta leave, we just gotta leave, we gotta leave right now."

Then—

"Take the next bus out of town, then we won't let nobody down!"

It's a conversation about getting out, breaking out, starting over just the two of them... With some interesting mentions of family and friends finding out, about something, with them, between them? And disappointing everyone, causes family to turn them away.

The reason couldn't have just been that they were wanting to become famous musicians together, right? I don't think that alone could be it considering Mimi nor Jim, or Julia or John's sisters, ever turned them away or shunned them because of this dream they were already chasing by this time.

The song progresses to where it sounds as if John has reservations about leaving, he's not as confident about the plan as originally thought.

Paul keeps singing the "we gotta leave, get outta town." I caught a "don't hold me down."

John starts repeating "I don't know" which results in Paul repeatedly calling out, "Oh Johnny Johnny Johnny oh Johnny Johnny Johnny Johnny..." Again, it's almost like pleading, "How could you not know? We have to go, we have to leave town, you can't tell me “I don't know” now. Don't do this now."

Now, I will say this, the full lyrical interpretations of this song, while I commend others for trying too, hold too many issues for me to agree upon their validity. I don't catch any "I love yous" and the such, but I think what I have caught, and how John and Paul are singing to each other and with each other here, alone, as teenage boys chasing their dream, is enough to convince me still that this song is so intimately about them, their relationship, and what they dreamed of doing together.

Running off, getting out and creating music together. Running away together. The song technically foreshadowing this honeymoon-esque trip of John and Paul doing just that when John turned 21, and with 100 quid took Paul on a trip.

Two teenage boys not knowing what to do, lamenting over something, something getting out to their family that would cause them to be turned away and to cause disappointment. I don't necessarily attribute that to them chasing the dream of becoming famous musicians together, but it could be. It could be many different things. Could just be me overanalyzing...

The end of the song is a lot more scrambled, difficult to make out, but it sounds like both John and Paul are back to both agreeing to the fact they need to get out, leave town, together.

Also imagining the fact they probably looked something close to this while thumping around and singing this song in Paul's house, alone together, gives me feelings.

#mclennon #john lennon #paul mccartney

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genericpuff · 8 months

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I can't remember exactly what chapter but early on when Persephone went to talk to Hades during the "one day of the year the citizens get to see their king and file complaints" and side lines it (and the citizens time) to talk about Tori and Alex and his missing eye and they eat lunch... didn't Hades just conjure food instead of making them lunch or am I misremembering?

so this ask sent me on a bit of a ride because i went to go find the scene you were talking about, i knew exactly where it was but i had actually completely FORGOTTEN about the whole lunch bit that came with it

and oh, my fucking god-

MAN'S IS EATING AN ENTIRE STEAK ALL TO HIMSELF. AND HE GIVES HER JUST A COUPLE PASTRIES ???

and yes, he does basically magic it out of nowhere because he casts an 'illusion' to change her outfit and they're basically in a secret room right now. So he definitely didn't prepare this by hand or ahead of time (unless he lied about the whole 'illusion' thing and he really did knock her out and change her clothes against her will, oh god no-) And yet despite this being the "woman of his dreams", he STILL feeds her like a squirrel.

This is more proof as to why Persephone was never plus-sized rep and is written purely through the male gaze. For some reason Rachel is DEAD SET AGAINST feeding this poor girl or letting her chew food onscreen, and that's just the BARE MINIMUM of like, healthy fucking behavior.

Seriously, stop reading this post RIGHT NOW and ask yourself, "When has Persephone actually eaten a meal onscreen?"

Go ahead, I'll wait.

THAT'S RIGHT. SHE NEVER HAS.

The CLOSEST we've ever gotten to her eating a meal was that time she ordered takeout (fucking Chinese takeout???) and we never actually see her eating it. She's stirring it around in one panel and then by the end of the conversation, the food is gone.

Even in scenes where you'd think she'd be eating, like in the scene where she stays at Hera's for dinner, they come up with some random excuse as to why she can't have a full meal.

(I just noticed writing this up btw that they're all eating the same thing she is so why are they so apologetic as if they're all feasting on meat and she's just eating lettuce and cheese??? But it looks like all they're eating is greens and toast, what the fuck is happening-)

It's astounding to me at all that a Greek family wouldn't have anything more in the house for a vegetarian to eat than lettuce and halloumi. Need I remind you that Greek food is Mediterranean, it is primarily vegetarian. Beans, veggies, fruit, breads, and cheeses make up much of the foundation of Greek food so why don't they have anything else in the house; and why in the world is Zeus being all judgmental over her being vegetarian when most of what he eats - AND WHAT HE'S LITERALLY GOT ON HIS PLATE RIGHT NOW - is vegetarian???

And when she DOES eat, it's always the tiniest morsels, like she's a squirrel or a delicate little baby who's never seen food before and whose teeth haven't grown in yet. She'll be holding utensils, she'll have a plate in front of her, but will she eat the food? Will there even be food on the plate?

Anything we see her legitimately consume is juice. Happy little baby needs her juice, her sippy sip.

This is honestly so indicative of how Americanized LO is. From the lack of actual Greek food to vegetarianism being treated like an inferior diet to the main female character not being allowed to even CHEW food onscreen let alone eat, like... what year is it ??? Being a vegetarian isn't a radical idea anymore, and for fuck's sakes, Greek food is readily available even in North America so it shouldn't be this hard to get right! Can we please throw out this 1950's misogyny bullshit of the man stuffing his face with steak while the woman eats nothing but grapefruit skins, hard boiled eggs, and wine??

NO, SHE HASN'T. SHE HASN'T BEEN EATING ENOUGH, WE HAVEN'T SEEN HER EAT A GODDAMN MEAL ONCE SINCE SHE LEFT THE MORTAL REALM. CALL SOMEONE.

NO DON'T FALL FOR THE DISTRACTION PERSEPHONE, IT'S A PLOY TO KEEP YOU FROM EATING, PLEASE JUST TAKE ONE BITE YOU'RE SO CLOSE-

YOUR DAUGHTER IS HUNGRY. SHE SCREAMS FOR THE CHICKEN NUGGER. FEED HER.

#lore olympus critical #lo critical #antiloreolympus #anti lore olympus #ama #ask me anything #anon ama #anon ask me anything

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dearmantis · 1 year

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Heart to Heart

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova/The Darkling x sick!Reader

Summary: Your weak heart has kept you up all night once more and Aleksander is forced to face the fact that the person he loves is still mortal.

Warnings: sick and insecure (and slightly self-sacrificing) reader, conversations about death, the rest is just fluff, I think

Word Count: 1.5k

Authors note: I'm still alive. I'm sorry for taking such a long break without explaining why. I didn't really go online at all for a month because some things came up at the end of december that didn't really leave me alone until very recently. I'll try my best to not repeat this and start working my way through my missed notifications soon.

I'm not a native English speaker, and this isn't really edited at all. The title is from Heart to Heart by Mac DeMarco

When Aleksander wakes in the morning the first thing he notices, before he even fully realizes that he is awake and has to get up, is that he is alone.

Your side of the bed is cold and he curses quietly, fully aware of what this means. He can feel his heart rate shoot up, adrenaline rushing through his body as his thoughts take the worst turn. Quickly standing up he gets dressed for the day, trying his hardest to calm his mind. You're alright. Someone would've notified him if something bad had happened while he was asleep. One of his guards would've woken him up.

He knows this like the back of his hand, yet he pauses as soon as his hand wraps around the cold metal knob of the door that leads into the living room of your shared quarters. His mind is trying to prepare him for the worst. Prepare him to find your dead body curled in on itself on the sofa in front of a cold fireplace, all alone.

He has always hated this habit of yours. This obsession with keeping his day as peaceful as possible, of never bothering him with anything, has led to you refusing to tell him when something is wrong. You've been sick for almost your whole life, your heart a bit weaker than it should be, and every time you have issues with it during the night you leave your shared bed to hide away in a different room to make sure you won't disturb his sleep.

Many times has he asked you to stop, to wake him up so he can help make you more comfortable or call a heartrender to help you in case something is seriously wrong, but you just won't listen. You're trying to protect him from the pain of seeing you suffer, he understands that, but it makes no sense to him. Why are you, a mortal little otkazat'sya, so obsessed with protecting him, an ancient being who most people would argue has lost his humanity centuries ago if they truly knew him as a person?

Most... except you. You have found out about his true nature, about the darkness sleeping in his chest in the place where his soul should sit, and decided that he was worth loving. You saw and embraced all of him, the beautiful and kind, but also the cruel and ugly.

You. A small, mortal otkazat'sya with a sick heart.

The closest thing to a soulmate he thinks he will ever get.

With a last deep breath he finally opens the door and lets his eyes glide through the room, and he can feel his heart jump when he finds you carefully sipping on a cup of tea while sitting in front of a warm, burning fire, gaze focused on the snow silently falling outside.

Your head turns when you hear the door open, eyes lighting up when you see your husband.

"Oh, I'm glad to see you're awake. I sorted your folder for the meeting with the king and his advisors today. I hope I didn't mess up one of your weird sorting system though. I know you have your own way of doing things, but I thought this could-"

Your voice cuts off as soon as he reaches you on the sofa, quickly kneeling down in front of you before pressing his head against your chest. He knows your heart is beating, but he has to hear it right now. Has to hear the soft, familiar rhythm to calm his own heart and reassure him that this is all real, that he isn't dreaming.

You don't continue speaking after the surprise of his sudden movement dies down, instead mowing your hands up to run softly over his head while he listens to your heart pump blood through your body.

It still speeds up when he's close. You're glad it does.

You sit like this for a while, your fingers carefully moving to comb through his thick, ink black hair and loosening any knots that may have formed while he slept alone.

"I told you to stop disappearing." You finally hear him whisper after a few quiet minutes, arms still wrapped tightly around your middle while his head stays pressed against your chest.

"I know, Sasha... but it just wouldn't stop. I wanted to stay with you, but the pain wouldn't go away. I couldn't breathe right because of my own fear, so I kept coughing and it was so loud. I didn't want to wake you in the night before your meeting. I promise, if I felt like things were going to end last night, I would've woken you up."

You can feel the way his arms clench around you. You know how much he hates thinking about your death, how helpless and weak the simple fact that you will die makes him feel.

"Stop talking about it. It won't happen."

"Sasha, please, I know you don't want to think about losing me, but we have to make plans for-"

"No. I've created the fold, milaya. I will not let you die. I won't let it happen, even if I have to break the laws of nature once more. I will not let you leave this world without me. I refuse to lose another person. I can't be alone again, can't lose you too. I will not watch as the universe takes another person from me and leaves me alone to pick up the pieces of my broken heart. Not again. I can't do it again. You can't ask me to. You can't."

"I don't care about the king and I don't care about my rest." He hisses before finally lifting his ear from your chest, dark eyes looking up at you. "And I'm starting to hate your heart for keeping you up at night, for hurting you like this."

A soft smile finds its way onto your lips as you map out every freckle on his skin, every small wrinkle and every pore on his eternally beautiful face.

He never says it out loud but it's clear that it frustrates him more than anything that he can't fight the thing that is harming you. There is no enemy to slay, to throat to slit, no king to overthrow. He can't rip your heart out of your body and give you a painless, happy life that way. All he can do is hope that the medicine prescribed to you by the best doctors he can pay for will help and that the corporalki order will keep an eye on you.

This is entirely out of his control, and it's probably the worst feeling in the world for him.

"Hey, this heart is filled to the brim with love for you, don't be mean." You chastise playfully, grinning when you see Aleksander roll his eyes before moving to sit next to you on the couch. Leaning your head against his shoulder, you breathe in his familiar smell and let it soothe your soul. He still smells a bit like the soap the servants use to clean your bedsheets, with an underlying sweetness that comforts you like nothing else ever could. He smells like home, like belonging.

"I need you to swear that you will get me no matter what is wrong. Even if it's just a weird feeling in your chest, you need to wake me or come to me, please. That's all I ask of you, my love. All I want. I can't do my job as your husband and make you feel better if I don't know that something is wrong."

You think about it for a few seconds, mind replaying every other time you've had this conversation with him. This time is different though. He's not mad or upset, there are no tears in his eyes, he isn't even shaking. He just sounds calm, with a hint of pain in his voice, as if an old wound is giving him issues again.

Slowly you nod, arms wrapping around him as you snuggle closer to him.

"I promise I'll wake you Aleksander. I swear it. No matter what it is. I will wake you up or go find you."

Looking up at him you see the way his eyes shine at your words before he leans down and presses a soft kiss on your lips, movements careful as if he thinks you might break if he kisses you too forcefully. The only thought you have is how much you don't want to lose this. How much you want to stay with your husband.

You've accepted that you will die early years ago. Born into a simple family, you had no chance to truly survive long. You've already made it further than you should've. But being with Aleksander has made you greedy, his own ambition leading you to play with your own what-if scenarios. He convinced you to start dreaming again.

And the only dream you have is one of a world where you will never have to leave him behind, even if that means breaking the laws of nature.

Taglist: @snowkestrel

#aleksander morozova x reader #general kirigan x reader #darkling x reader #the darkling x reader

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starlightsearches · 2 years

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do you think eddie is into facefucking 😳

Teenage Rebellion

Excellent question, friend! I probably could have answered this with a yes or no, but I wrote something instead. I hope that's okay with you 💖 Posting this at midnight because I'm insatiable.

Eddie Munson x Gender Neutral Reader

Comments, likes and reblogs are my favorites 🥰

Warnings: NSFW (18+ only), Eddie and the reader are both 18+, inexperienced! Eddie, Eddie is self-conscious 🥺, mentions of masturbation (m), oral (m receiving), facefucking, cum swallowing, language and I think that's it!

The old janitor's closet reeks with the heavy smell of cleaning supplies—bottles in neat rows on shelves paradoxically covered in dust. There's no light switch, just a window high on the wall, pale sun pouring in and filtering down through the musty air.

Eddie can hardly see you in the murky darkness, still reeling and off-balanced after being yanked from the hallway.

You smile up at him, wetting your lips with your tongue.

"Hi."

"Oh. Hi,” Eddie whispers back. He’s already a little light-headed—maybe because there's no ventilation in the closet, or maybe just because you're in here with him. You always manage to take his breath away.

He's got no chance of getting it back when you wrap your arms around his waist, fingers slipping underneath his jacket, just brushing his ribs.

“I missed you.”

That's what you say, but your wandering hands speak louder. He’s having trouble making out the sounds.

“Baby,” he says, and he hopes you’ll ignore the nerves in his laugh, “we only saw each other a couple hours ago.”

But he hadn't wanted to say good bye then, either. Pulling the passenger door to his van shut before you could jump out, he'd kissed you good bye again, and again, and again, covered your face in pecks until the bell rang and you demanded he let you go, fighting your own delight. School was hellish; being alone with you was the closest he'd ever get to the opposite.

You pout a little, tracing you finger down front of his chest, right over the devil face on the front of his hellfire shirt. “So you didn’t miss me?”

He inches closer, resting a shaking hand at your waist. Touching you still feels like a fever dream, no matter how many times he's done it. “I didn’t say that.”

Your head thumps lightly against the door when he kisses you, cupping your jaw, taking in the smell of your skin, admiring how soft you could be as your hands grip the front of his jacket.

Eddie shivers, his nerves directly attuned to your touch—your wet spit on his skin, your neck warming the metal of his rings.

You part from him for just a moment, exhaling a shaky breath, and his legs go numb at the sound of it.

"Don't you," —god, you have to feel him shaking—a firework with a lit fuse, and he's not sure what will happen when he finally goes off— "shouldn't you be in class?"

He'd hoped talking might slow you down, but no dice. He feels your lips at his neck.

"Study hall," you whisper, your tongue just barely peeking out, drawn along the column of his throat, "you?"

"English. We were—fuck—we were talking about, uh, sonnets."

There's the scrape of your teeth, your tongue, and Eddie should probably be embarrassed at the sound he makes, a sound anybody on the other side of the flimsy door could hear if they happened to be walking by. You lean back, admiring your work—the red-purple mark that must be blooming against his pale skin. He'd never be able to hide it, on the front of his neck, right below his jaw.

Not that he'd ever want to.

You've got your fingers curling in his hair, pulling him close again, a puppet on strings. "Don't worry about it. I'll fill you in later."

He could not give less of a shit about sonnets right now, not when you're on him, feverish and wild, tasting him and touching him and wanting him.

And it's never been like this before. He'd always thought those kisses during study sessions (filled with waaaay too much studying, in his opinion) were just your way of rebelling—a little taste of danger. You'd ride to school in his car, listen to music loud enough to shake the windows, kiss him whenever he asked a question too stupid for you to answer. Teenage rebellion at it's finest.

That's not what this is, though—not with your fingers fumbling at his belt.

"Woah," he steps back on reflex and then regrets it immediately. It gives you just enough room to slide to your knees. "Uh, what're you doing?"

You're looking so fucking pretty, goddamn it. Smiling up at him, light glinting in your eyes as you slip the belt from the buckle, you start working on the button of his pants. "Are you scared, Eddie?"

"No." Yes. God, the sight of you on your knees, how could he not be fucking scared?

He wasn't trying to be a creep or anything, but he's thought about it before (thought about it a lot). Still, he didn't think it would actually happen. Didn't want to push his luck.

Turns out he's got more luck in him than he thought.

You're pulling at his zipper, and he's doing everything he can to stay standing, eyes on the ceiling, counting his breaths once you've got your fingers on his cock. Your hand is softer than his own. It's nothing compared to the softness of your mouth.

"Holy shit."

You wrap your lips around the head of his cock, little rivulets of spit rolling down his shaft, and he's got both hands planted against the door—so he can stay standing, so he can watch. Just in case it's just a dream—or worse—in case it never happens again.

You lean off him, wiping your mouth on the back of your hand before you dribble some spit into your palm—stroking him up and down, up and down, watching him with mischief in your eyes. His hands curl into fists at the feel of it, rings denting the cheap wood of the door.

"Does that feel good?"

"Fuck, yeah. It feels good, feels really—"

Whatever he was going to say next is lost, obscured in the moan he lets loose when you run your tongue over the head, sinking over him again until your hand brushes against your lips.

He tastes blood, teeth sinking into his knuckles as he tries to keep himself quiet. He'd never have guessed it would feel this good, his hips shifting forward of their own accord, chasing that intoxicating sensation.

You make a choking sound at the back of your throat, and he feels the pressure around the tip of his dick, knees ready to buckle.

"Shit, shit—I'm sorry," Eddie's pushing you off him, a hand on your shoulder, trying not to think about the shining spit covering your mouth, little strings of it still connected to his cock.

He should have told you the truth, even if you would have walked away and never talked to him again, even if you'd laugh. He's got no idea what he's doing, and he'd never thought you could mess shit up being on the receiving end of a blowjob, but hey—you learn something new every day.

You don't go anywhere, though. You stay on your knees, reach out to him even, your fingers tracing up the inside of his thigh.

"You're not gonna hurt me, Eddie," you tell him, guiding his hand from your shoulder, leading him over your neck, only stopping when he's cupping the back of your head in his splayed palm.

You open your mouth, eyes wide and on him, sinking his cock back into the exquisite heat of your mouth.

Your fingers wrap around the back of his knee—bracing yourself—but you don't move this time, eyes wide and on him.

Waiting for him to make a move.

He forces himself to hold back, starting slow as he can manage, focusing on the tug of your lips, the way your cheeks hollow around him and tears well up in your eyes with each measured thrust.

"Fuck, baby." He can't help the snap of his hips, growing more forceful the longer he looks at you. Can't help but fixate on the little gagging noises you start to make, how your fingers squeeze tighter. The way your throat grips at him has got him seeing stars.

He'd always hoped he'd last longer than this. He thought he would last longer than this, considering how often he'd tugged at his cock picturing this exact scenario in all kinds of places, but his imagination was way off and you feel way too fucking good.

Sparks are crawling up his legs, down his spine, converging at a point low and hot in his stomach, and he knows there's no avoiding it anymore.

"Baby, fuck, I'm gonna— I dunno where you want me to—"

Probably something he should have asked before hand—considering how busy your mouth is—but you get your point across clear enough, nails digging into the backs of his thighs, pulling him deep into your throat.

Eddie spills inside you—going off like a bomb—his whole body shaking as pumps you full of load after load. He didn't even know he had that much cum inside him, but you swallow it all down, pulling off his dick with a wet pop.

"Jesus H. Christ."

He's breathing like he ran a goddamn marathon, feeling like he just came back from war. He steadies himself against the shelves, rattling the bottles with how much he shakes as he tucks himself back into his jeans. The feeling of your spit and his cum smearing across his hand has him half-hard all over again.

You climb back to your feet, smiling at him so wide, mouth raw and shining when you pull him in for another kiss, and he grips you by the back of your neck, keeping you in place. He'll never get tired of tasting you.

You're playing with the chain at his neck, arms wrapped around him as you lean back, wearing a big smile like you're the one who just got the soul sucked out of them. He knows he's gotta have a goofy-ass grin of his own right now, but he can't seem to care.

"You should probably get back to class," you whisper; he's got no idea what you're talking about, until he can glance away from you long enough to remember where he is.

"Right . . . sonnets."

He catches up quickly enough, but makes no move to leave, stroking a hand over your cheek. He'd fail out of a thousand classes if it meant he could spend more time with you.

"We could meet up tonight, maybe? After hellfire? I'll quiz you on everything you learned."

He nods in agreement, still grinning as you slip out of his arms, sneaking through a crack in the door.

No way in hell were you getting any studying done tonight.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson #eddie the freak munson #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #minors dni #requests #anons

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moremaybank · 1 year

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hello! can i request a imagine Klaus Mikaelson x F!Reader where it all happens in season 4 eventually reader is Hayley's older sister and they raise Hope alone and then rescue Mikaelsons and Klaus and reader reunite etc etc with fluff ending.

TOGETHER AGAIN AT LAST — k.m

pairing klaus mikaelson x marshall sister!reader

summary you and the mikaelsons finally reunite with klaus after his five years of captivity

warnings fluff, violence, physical fights, angry marcel

author's note kinda paraphrased everything from TO 4x01 and 4x02 so that this wouldn’t be a million words long lmao. not proofread bc it's new years and i'm drunk asf

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you stumbled out of bed, wiping the sleep from your eyes as you walked into the kitchen. in desperate need of coffee, you grabbed an empty mug, pouring in the hot, caffeinated liquid to the brim. you let the sweet aroma fill your nostrils, sensing each note of hazelnut and vanilla as you let yourself take a sip.

now feeling more awake, you made your way over to hayley, who was standing at the doorway of your niece's bedroom. when she heard your footsteps approaching, she looked over her shoulder and smiled at you when she met your gaze.

"she still sleeping?" you asked, leaning on the opposite side of the doorway beside your sister.

"yup. she was up all night, asking questions about her father. i think she was a little nervous about the idea of meeting him. i told her that you would tell her anything she wanted if she agreed to go to bed."

"always the little troublemaker, just like her mom," you smirked, shaking your head as you took another sip from your mug.

hayley rolled her eyes playfully, but before she could respond, you both heard the honk of a car horn coming from outside your shared house.

"that's mary. would you mind waking hope up and getting her ready while i get her settled in?"

"i'll get right on it."

hayley squeezed your shoulder in a silent 'thank you' before making her way outside to meet mary. you, on the other hand, made your way to hope's bed and took a seat beside her sleeping form.

"time to wake up, sleepyhead," you cooed as you rubbed hope's back soothingly. she began to ease out of her slumber, eyes slowly peeling open so you could get a look at her blue orbs. the very ones that reminded you so much of her father.

"morning," hope mumbled, turning around to face you.

"good morning, gorgeous. you sleep okay?"

"yeah, i'm still a bit tired, though," she responded, her small fists rubbing her eyes as she sat up.

"i bet. i heard you were up pretty late, asking questions about a certain someone," you smiled at her, smoothing her hair from her eyes.

hope's face lit up as she remembered what she wanted to ask you.

"yeah, mom said you would talk to me about dad before you guys leave to go save him."

"i'll tell you anything you wanna know, love bug. what's up?"

hope looked down at her hands in her lap nervously before she looked back up at you, "i guess i just wanna know if he'll be proud of me. proud to know me."

your heart ached with adoration for your niece. "come here," you said, pulling her into your lap. "hope, you are so beautiful, kind, and full of light. you're insanely smart, and you amaze me every day, and i have no doubt in my mind that you are everything and more than your father could have ever dreamed of in a daughter. you're going to knock his socks off, i promise."

"you think so?" she asked, blue eyes hopeful as they looked to you for reassurance.

"i know so, baby girl. you're going to blow him away."

she smiled, throwing her little arms around your neck and pulling you into a hug. you returned her tight embrace, your mind wandering into the memories of klaus's arms pulling you close to him.

it had been difficult, leaving klaus behind in new orleans with marcel. but being able to raise hope alongside your sister gave you comfort because it was as if you got to carry a piece of him everywhere the three of you went. it was the closest you'd ever gotten to feeling him there with you over the past five years of his captivity.

"okay, c'mon. your grandma mary's here, and i'm supposed to be getting you ready."

"and then you guys are going to go save dad?" hope questioned, excitement bleeding through her wide grin.

"and then we're going to go save your dad. i promise."

after making the journey to find the last remaining wolf of the malraux pack and extracting her venom, you and hayley finally woke freya from her five year-long slumber.

“freya!”

“are you okay?” you asked, pulling her into a hug after hayley did the same.

“yes. did you get everything i asked for?” hayley nods in return, and freya sighs in relief. “okay, then i need to get started. if i can’t use all of these things to concoct a cure, then elijah and kol are going to die. we don’t have much time.”

as freya scrambles to begin making the cure, hayley’s vampire-hearing picks up on intruders entering the warehouse.

“guys, we’ve got company.”

“then let’s go and take care of it,” you replied, ready for whatever was about to go down.

"let's do this."

you and your sister worked tirelessly, fighting off the enemies that were sent to track the two of you and keelin down. you’d both turned into your wolf forms, fending off your attackers as they came at you. it was gruelling, but there was nothing the two of you wouldn’t do to protect your family. it was the most important thing to you both.

“you want more?" hayley voiced out to your opponents. the two of you stood there, ready to take on anyone else that came at you, when suddenly, bodies started dropping all around you. your heads whipped around at the sounds of the vampires collapsing onto the ground. you turned to look at hayley, whose face transformed from confusion to utter relief. you'd recognize that look on her face anywhere.

elijah.

he popped up behind the two of you, draping his suit jacket over hayley's shoulders and doing the same to you with his button-up shirt.

you clutched the fabric around your body, watching as your sister reunited with her love. she kissed him, holding him close before she wrapped her arms around him, drowning in his long-awaited embrace.

you smiled, happy that hayley could finally be with elijah after five years. however, you couldn't help but envy her. all you wanted more than anything was to feel klaus hold you again. to stroke your hair soothingly as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear, assuring you that you were safe. but klaus wasn't there, and he couldn't pull you close. he couldn't kiss the top of your head or cup your face as he spoke to you comfortingly. not just yet.

reunited with the four out of five living mikaelsons, you all concocted a plan to rescue your lover once and for all. elijah and rebekah had gone to josh's loft, and the rest of you went to the bell tower so freya could perform a locator spell on klaus.

"was it absolutely necessary that you perform the spell here where marcel or one of his men could find us?" kol questioned.

"yes. when i first moved to new orleans, i embedded my magic here. i made this place my own."

"all the more reason to let freya do her magic. we can leave as soon as he save klaus." hayley responded.

"kol, just relax and let freya do her thing. i'm not leaving without klaus." you spoke, turning back to freya.

you, elijah, freya and hayley reach the abattoir, underground as you all searched for klaus.

your heart beat out of your chest in anticipation as you tried your best to track down the love of your life. eventually, you all found klaus, and freya stated that it would take time for her to break through the previously-cast spell. hayley allowed freya to channel her power in hopes of breaking klaus free without taking too long.

elijah's vamp-hearing picked up on marcel entering the compound, and he advised freya to keep working on saving klaus, no matter what, before flashing out of there. freya nodded, and you tried to help her as best you could from beyond the spell barrier.

"klaus? c'mon, my love. wake up. we're here," you pleaded over freya's chanting.

hayley followed elijah after hearing him arguing with marcel while you and freya tried everything to wake klaus up. miraculously, klaus awakened as things began to turn sour between elijah, hayley and marcel.

"oh, thank god," you breathed, stroking his cheek gently as he stood up with you and freya. he smiled at you before you all turned your attention to the drama brewing upstairs.

hayley and elijah yelled back and forth with marcel before klaus used the tunde blade to stab marcel. you all fled as quickly as you could, your arm supporting klaus as you zoomed through the tunnel to meet rebekah and kol. rebekah hugged her brother tightly, grateful for his safety.

"we have to go. marcel is right behind us," hayley said, motioning with her hand for all of you to hurry up.

"too late. i'm already here," marcel replied, shocking you all.

eventually, the mikaelson siblings managed to convince marcel to let them flee new orleans, and you all left with your limbs intact. you all piled into the car and made your way over to your and hayley's safe house. the drive was comfortably silent, your hands never leaving klaus's body as you held him close. you were in utter disbelief that he was in your arms again, and you never wanted to let go. not for anything, or anyone.

after the lot of you reached the safe house, everyone left to go inside the house and unwind while you and klaus remained inside.

"i'm so sorry, my love. i can't even begin to imagine what you've been through during these past five years," you said, your hands resting upon his chest as you looked up at him with pure sincerity.

"it doesn't matter. you've all made sacrifices for me throughout the years. it's only fair that i do the same in return for you."

"i missed you, you know that?" you spoke, running your fingers through his tousled curls softly. "i don't know how i've survived these past five years without kissing you."

"well, thankfully, that's all over. i'm never leaving you again," he replied, kissing your forehead as his hand cupped your cheek. "now, please tell me all about my daughter."

"klaus...she's wonderful. she's so intelligent and sweet. she's stunning, and she's the light of our lives. i can't wait for you to meet her."

"take me to her?" he asked, eyes glimmering with hope.

"i will. just let me hold you for a second. i need to remind myself that you're real," you said. you pulled him into your embrace, squeezing tightly as if he would disappear.

"i'm right here, sweetheart. i promise you i'm not going anywhere. never again."

you pulled away, smiling as you looked up at him.

"so...you wanna go inside and meet your daughter?"

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bp4545 · 5 months

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I'll Tell You (My Sunshine - Part 7)

Word count: 1k (its not long at all trust)

Warnings: There is making out in this chapter, nothing more:) There is not much Draco in this chapter, mostly just building relationships with side characters...

Summary: Feelings resurface, expect not for the person you thought...

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7.

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You and Chris walk slowly to the Hufflepuff dorms. The dark night engulfed in silence yet the dim lights of the castle illuminating Chris's pale features. His small freckles, his ginger hair, towering figure.

"You don't have to drop me off, you know" you said quietly.

It reminded you of when Draco used to drop you off to your dorm and it made your heart ache.

"No y/n it's my pleasure" he reassured "Are you okay though?"

"What? Yeah of course I'm fine" you said nodding your head. Of course you weren't fine, hearing about Draco and Hermione broke your heart more than you thought, and you just wanted to jump into your bed and cry.

"Y/n, I've known you for 5 years, I know when you aren't okay." he says sternly, worry in his voice.

"Fine, I'm not okay" you sigh

"Y/n tell me, I'm always here when you're upset you know that right?" he said, taking your small hands in his.

"But you're not going to like it..." You said. You didn't like keeping things from Chris, he was one of your closest friends, it's just that you knew he would get upset if he heard that you had been hanging out with Draco secretly, and that you might've been catching feelings for the stupid boy.

"Is it the thing you were going to tell me before? But you said you would tell me later because it was too complicated?" Chris's words recalled your memory. You were supposed to tell him ages ago?

"Okay, I'll tell you." you say. "Let's get to my dorm first"

All of a sudden you feel a strong pair of arms pick you up bridal style and rush to your dorm. You grip onto Chris's shoulders as you laugh at his impatience. He opens the door for you and chucks you onto your bed, heaving from running all the way while carrying you.

You watch him catch his breath as you sit yourself on your bed.

"Okay tell me now" he says, sitting next to you impatiently waiting for you to confide.

You sigh as you begin to explain everything to him.

From the late night meetings with Draco, to finding out about his crush on Hermione, feeling your heart break with every word as you realise that all you ever needed to do was talk about it with someone. You told Chris about the heartbreak, how you were such a fool to fall for him when inevitably he was going to break your heart because how could he ever love someone like you? You confessed everything, about how you wished you were as perfect as Hermione, all the dreams you had of being loved just the way you had read in every book. It was all fiction for you, only reality for the perfect people, the people who had no flaws.

Chris's eyes soften as he hears you rant. You can't look him in the eye, you feel so small under his gaze.

You feel bad, because you know that it's ridiculous to complain about heartbreak when Draco was never actually yours.

You look at Chris, your chest a bit sore from letting all your feelings out. He looks back at you sympathetically as he rubs his hand along your thigh in a comforting manner.

"You're not mad that I talked to him?" you ask in a small voice.

"Why would I be upset? You have every right to talk to whoever you want. I just... personally don't like him" he said, reassuring you that it was okay and that he wasn't angry for any reason. "I don't like him even more, now that I know he made you upset" he chuckled, and you followed it with a giggle.

Being in Chris's presence calmed you more than you thought, it was almost like you were craving the feeling of being close to someone. It had been a while since you had genuinely laughed and you realised you missed the feeling, the feeling that Chris could so easily give you, the butterflies.

All of a sudden he guides your face to look towards his, tilting your chin upwards with his masculine hand.

You feel utterly small under his gaze, and you're afraid to make eye contact, afraid of the look that might be in his eyes if you look back.

When you do finally give into him, you see him looking right back at you with his eyes half lidded. You don't know what is pulling you towards him, but you lean in slightly, making the first move hinting for him to take action.

Your breathing turns heavy as he closes the gap between the two of you, capturing your lips between his own. The feeling is lustful, almost like you had been waiting for it for the past 5 years you've known him, like it was bound to happen, that he was always meant to be your first kiss.

"Chris" you whisper between the kiss.

He hushes you gently as he pushes you down to the bed. You tangle your hands into his ginger locks as he groans into your mouth. The kiss is hot, passionate, and it's absolutely mindless.

Your head is pulling a complete blank as you kiss him, no thoughts ae running through, just the pure intensity of the moment.

You break the kiss to sit yourself against the headboard of your bed, and he leans over you, his white shirt tightly clinging onto his body, outlining all the desirable features. You stare at him with your lips parted before gently pulling his head down by his hair.

Chris gently holds your waist, as if careful not to break you, and he sets himself between your legs, once again working his lips against your own. The position is suggestive, but the both of you are sensible enough to make sure there is nothing more than kissing.

His lips make their way down to your neck, where he places small butterfly kisses along your jawline, giving you small whirls in your stomach as you let out an involuntary whimper. You feel Chris smile against your neck as you grip onto his hair tightly.

Just as he breaks contact, you hear the rattling of the door handle. The two of you don't have enough time to compose yourselves before you see Hannah walk into the room, stunned by the position you two are in.

"What..." she trails off before coming to her senses. "WHAT IN THE WORLD?!" She yells.

Chris looks at her wide eyed.

"I promise we didn't do what you think" he put his arms up in defence, as you chuckled.

Hannah deadpans as she recovers from her shock.

"So what are you two now?" she asks, interested in the whole situation.

You look at Chris, giving him an approving nod.

The small gesture spoke a thousand words. You both knew what you wanted, and you wanted to be together, there was no other discussion to it, no argument, it was unanimous.

"She's my girlfriend" Chris said proudly, wrapping an arm around your waist.

A smile is evident on your face, as you realise the love you'd been waiting for was in front of you all along.

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a/n: I know there was not much mention of Draco in this chapter, but I promise it will set the story up for what's next, pls trust. Follow for more updates and like it if you enjoyed!

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First time posting a story should be about 3 or 4 parts. Please enjoy.

Part 1

She wasn’t quite sure when it had started but she knew it had been from an early age. She had known Charles and his family her entire life, Arthur being one of her closest friends. Charles was 3 years older than her, and he knew her inside and out. Aside from the fact that she had the biggest crush on him ever.

Today was one of those days were everybody came down to the racetrack to cheer Charles and Arthur on as they raced in the Go-cart races. Besides getting to watch her favourite people doing what they loved, Y/N loved the track and longed to be a part of the sport. She was good at it, something Arthur had told her, but for some reason Charles disapproved. Most of the times it had just been the looks he’d give as she got too close to the vehicles. Today however he had been in a particularly bad mood, when she had asked Arthur if she could have a turn, he had snapped at her, “This is not for little kids, particularly a girl.” She had gulped and turned away so as not to let him see the tears that were beginning to form in her eyes. Now she found herself sitting with her older sister Claire and Lorenzo, the oldest Leclerc brother.

“You ok Squirt?” Claire asked her. Y/n just nodded and kept her eyes on the track, even though he had hurt her feelings she still wanted him to do well, knowing his dream was to be an F1 driver for Ferrari. “Ok, I’m gonna go get a drink. You want anything?”

“No thank you,” y/n responded.

A few minutes after Claire had left, Lorenzo looked over at the young girl he considered a sister. “So, you wanna share?”

She looked over at him with a sigh, even though Claire was her sister the two girls were not particularly close. Claire was more mature and extremely pretty, whereas Y/n was more into books. “Charles was a bit rude.”

Lorenzo nodded knowingly. He was the only person who knew about her little crush. “What did he do?”

“Basically said, girls can’t race.”

“Of course, he did,” Lorenzo chuckled. “He’s afraid you might beat him.”

She shook her head, “Not even in my dreams.”

“Look,” Lorenzo placed a hand on her shoulder. “Charles can be an idiot sometimes, but he would never intentionally hurt you. He’s having a bad day.”

“I know.” Doesn’t mean it didn’t still sting. She saw her sister approaching, “Let’s just watch the race.”

Lorenzo nodded knowing just how much Y/N hated her sister knowing anything and she most definitely would not want Claire to know about her little crush on his little brother.

Charles won that afternoon and Lorenzo had been right about the younger Leclerc not meaning to hurt her. As soon as the race was over and he had joined his family and friends he had gently pulled her aside to apologize, “Mon Ami, I am very sorry for what I said earlier. I didn’t mean it.”

“It's ok, I know you were under some stress.”

He shook his head, “It’s not okay. I was rude and shouldn’t have said that.”

She lightly touched his shoulder, “Apology accepted.”

He smiled at her and gentle leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek. “You're the best.”

“Y/n?” Claire called to her sister. Y/n saw something in her sister's eyes, but she ignored it. “We have to go. Mamma wants us to finish packing before we leave tomorrow. Or don’t you feel like going to the lake anymore?”

She smiled brightly at the thought of the long weekend at the lake, because not only was she going to be celebrating her sixteen’s birthday, but Charles and his family were going to be there to celebrate with her. “I'll see you tomorrow, Charles. Well done on the race today.”

“See you tomorrow, Squirt.”

She glared at him slightly as he knows how much she hated that name but just shook her head and followed her sister to the car.

Pulling up towards the family lake house always made Y/N feel elated. It was so beautiful and serene here and more importantly it was the perfect location for her to practice her photography and drawing. She was working hard on her photography as she really wanted to be a photographer or at the very least an artist of some sorts. She was hoping that as soon as she graduated high school, she would make it into either The Royal College of Art in London or the New York Institute of Photography. Something she hadn't mentioned to anyone, not even her best friend Arthur who was now walking towards them.

“Artie!” she raced towards him and gave him a big hug. Even though she had seen him just yesterday she loved being around her bestie. He felt the same way.

“Hey Y/n,” he could help the laughter in his voice. “Let me help you with that Auntie Sylvie,” he said to her mother as he reached for her bags.

“Merci mon doux garcon,” she smiled at the young boy.

Sylvie and Claire left the two younger teens to follow as they headed inside, the older woman happy to spend some time with her dearest Pascale.

“So, what do you wanna do for your birthday tomorrow?” he asked his friend.

She shrugged, she wasn’t really one for big celebrations, that is why when her mother had asked her the same question just several days ago, she had asked to come here for the weekend. “I know Mamma wants to go to some place in town for dinner.”

“And?”

“I really don’t know. I just kind of want to hang around here and do some drawing.”

He shook his head, “Nope.”

“No?” she knew he was up to something.

“Leave it to me. Tomorrow we are going out and having some fun.”

“I am only turning 16 you know?”

“I’m aware. Don’t worry I won't get you into too much trouble.” he chuckled. “And before you say anything, I’m not taking no for an answer.”

“Knock, Knock can I come in Squirt?”

Y/N looked up to find Claire standing at her bedroom door. She was obviously on her way to the lake as she was dressed in her bikini and a pair of shorts. Undoubtedly ready to have the eyes of the guys on her judging by how tight her bikini top was. “Sure.”

“So, I wanted to ask you about the other day back home at the racetrack.” Y/n looked at her sister confused so Claire continued. “I saw you and Charles talking after the race.”

“Oh, he was just saying sorry for being mean earlier.”

Claire nodded slightly, “OK good.” She walked in and closed the door slightly. Taking a seat on the end of the bed, she patted next to her, indicating for Y/n to sit down as well.

Y/n wasn’t sure what her sister wanted but sat down none the less. “Listen squirt, you know I love you, you’re my little sister and it's my job to look out for you, right?”

“I guess.”

“I need you to know that I'm only saying this because I’m trying to protect you.”

“What is it you actually want Claire?”

“I know about your little crush on Charles.”

Y/n shrugged, “Not sure what you are talking about.”

Claire patted her sister on the arm, patronising her. “I see the way you look at him. How you try to be as close to him as possible. Squirt, it’s kinda obvious and he knows it. He just doesn’t react to it.”

Y/n shook her head, “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“It started out as cute, but it’s getting a bit much. I just don’t want you fantasying that you and he are going to date. You’re not his type.”

“Not his type, meaning not pretty enough.” Y/n knew her sister. Claire always had a way of making her feel ashamed of how she looked. It wasn’t that she was ugly, but she was nowhere near as pretty as her sister.

“I'm just trying to make sure you don’t get too in your head. Charles, he is a good-looking guy, and he is going to be famous. He’s going to have hundreds of young girls vying for his attention. Do you really think that he’s going to give you a second glance? I’m just trying to make sure you don’t get hurt.”

Y/n stood up, “Charles is my friend.”

“For how much longer?”

“What?”

“Y/n,” Claire stood as well. “He only spends time with you because he has too. If it weren't for Arthur and Mamma, he wouldn’t even care.”

“Why are you being so mean?”

Claire shrugged, “I'm sorry if it comes across as mean but someone needs to tell you the truth. Forget about Charles, it's not going to happen.” She didn’t wait for Y/n to respond and simply walked out the room.

Y/n stood there trying hard not to let her sister’s words cloud her mind, but it was hard. She wasn’t naïve, she saw how girls looked at Charles and how he enjoyed the attention. Yet it was the part where she talked about their friendship. Was he only her friend because of his mother and brother?

“Y/n!” she heard her mother calling her and she quickly brushed away the stray tear and went downstairs.

That night she couldn’t sleep, her mind just kept replaying everything Claire had said. With a frustrated sigh she picked up her phone and checked the time, 2am. She threw the blanket off and got up. Maybe a cup of hot chocolate would help. Slowly opening the door as to not disturb anyone she made her way downstairs to the kitchen however; something caught her eye and made her stop. Charles and Claire were sitting by the fireplace with their backs to her. They were sitting really close together with Claire basically in his lap. They were having a conversation, but she wasn’t close enough to hear. She walked closer and stood against the back wall so they wouldn't see her.

“She really likes you.” She heard Claire say to him. She wasn’t quite sure who they were talking about, but she could hazard a guess.

“It was cute and all in the beginning but now it’s just getting too much,” he replied rubbing a hand over his face.

“Then talk to her.”

“I don't think it will help. She’s kinda obsessed. Besides I don’t want to be rude.”

“Charles, it's not been rude. It’s been honest. She’s a big girl, I’m sure she can handle it. Unless......”

“Unless what?”

Claire shrugged, “Maybe you like her and the attention.”

Charles scoffed, “Please, she is so not my type. I wouldn't even touch that if she was the last girl on the planet.”

Y/n placed a hand to her mouth to stifle the gasp. She didn’t want to hear anymore. She quietly rushed back towards the stairs, tears forming in her eyes, she made a mistake by taking one glance back. What she saw caused her already cracked heart to break, Charles was kissing her sister.

The following morning, she heard a knock on her door. She quickly wiped her eyes and tried to make herself a bit decent, knowing she probably looked like she hadn’t slept, which she hadn’t. Another gentle knock before she answered.

“Happy Birthday, my sweet girl.” Sylvie smiled as she walked in carrying a small present in her hand.

Y/n smiled at her mom lightly, trying her best to put on a happy face. “Thank you, Mamma.” She kissed her mother’s cheek once the older woman sat down on the bed.

“Are you ok ma Douce fille?” she asked brushing a strand of hair from her forehead seeing the dark circles under her daughter’s eyes.

Y/n placed a hand against her mother’s cheek, grateful for her mother’s care. “Oui mamma. Just didn’t sleep too well last night. Too excited for my birthday.”

“You sure?” Sylvie wasn’t convinced when y/n nodded but also knew her well enough to know that if she wants to talk about it, she would eventually. “Well, I have something for you.”

Y/n smiled fully this time she opened the present her mother gave her. Inside was a charm bracelet with a few charms attached. It was old and it was something she had always wanted. “Mamma, this is Grand mere's.”

“It is and I want you to have it. This,” she touched a small sun trinket attached to the bracelet, “was the first charm your Grand-Père gave her for her sixteens birthday.”

“It’s beautiful Mamma.”

“Just like you ma Douce fille. Now get up and come have some pancakes. Pascale is hard at work.”

“I love Auntie Pascale’s pancakes.”

“Exactly.” Sylvie stood up and smoothed down her skirt. “Don't ever forget how much you are loved Y/n.”

“I love you too Mamma.”

15 mins later Y/n was able to make herself look decent and made her way downstairs where she was quickly greeted by Lorenzo and Pascale who both hugged her tightly.

“I can't believe you are sixteen already, I still remember carrying you around on my shoulders after the races.” Lorenzo remarks after kissing her on the cheek.

“We all have to grow up eventually Lorenz, can't be a little girl anymore.”

“I guess, just means my job gets a little harder now.”

“How so?” she asked pouring a tall glass of orange juice for herself.

“Well,” he said before taking a sip of his coffee, “before I just had to protect you from the bullies, which in your case was my idiot brothers.” She chuckled. “Now I need to watch out for the guys, have to make sure they don’t break your heart.”

If only he knew how his own brother had done just that mere hours ago, even though it wasn’t really his fault.

“Who’s breaking hearts?”

She gulped as the man in her thoughts walked into the kitchen. She hated that he made her feel things.

Lorenzo noticed and answered his brother. “I was just telling Y/n over here how I'm going have to make sure no guy breaks her heart.”

“Oh, I very much think its Y/n who’s gonna break some hearts.” Charles gave her one of his signature smiles and walked over to her. “Happy Birthday Mon Cherie.” He kissed her on both cheeks and hugged her tightly.

Part of her wanted to melt into his arms and just stay like that, but she couldn’t forget what had been said. She did her best to return the hug so as not to make things weird but as soon as he had finally let go, she quickly excused herself under the pretence of going for a walk before breakfast.

Down at the lake Y/n felt tears stinging her eyes. “Get a grip Y/n.” she scolded herself, but it didn’t help.

“Y/n?”

She turned around and saw her best friend walking towards her. “Hey Art.”

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

She didn’t want to pretend with him, and she didn’t think she could. So, she didn’t, she told him everything and when she was done all he did was hug her tightly as she cried.

“Y/N?” He gently pushed her back so he could look at her. “My brother is an idiot.”

“How can he be an idiot if all he is doing is telling the truth? I’m the idiot.”

He wrapped his arm around her as they walked closer to the water. “Charles doesn’t see what’s right in front of him.”

“He likes Claire. I need to grow up and get over my stupid little crush.”

He shook his head. “You know what pisses me off the most?”

“What?”

“Your sister. I mean if they are dating why doesn’t she just say so. Come with all this crap about you not being good enough for him. I know she is your sister, but she was being a bitch.”

“She’s never really liked me to be honest.”

“Well, there you go. Don’t listen to her or let her get in your head. Besides she is most definitely wrong.”

“About?”

“You are very beautiful Y/n and Charles cares a lot about you, which has nothing to do with you being my friend or our moms being friends.”

“Thanks Art. Carla is a very lucky girl.” She leaned up and pecked his cheek.

“Arthur!” The two friends looked up to find Charles walking over to them. Y/n quickly turned her head and brushed the sleeve of her hoodie under her eyes. If he saw her crying, she knew he wouldn’t stop badgering her for an answer to why she was. Actually, she had a better thought, “I am going to walk a little more I'll see you inside in a bit.”

Arthur nodded, watching his friend walk away before turning to look at his idiot brother.

He noticed that Charles was also watching her walk away and he had an odd look on his face.

“She, ok?” Charles asked.

“She’s good. What's up?”

“Is there something going on with you two?” Charles asked

Arthur looked at his brother, “Jealous?”

“No.” he replied quickly.

“She’s just not feeling too well.”

“What's wrong?”

“Don't worry about her.”

Charles didn’t like that and got a bit annoyed. “She’s my friend too so don’t tell me not to worry about her Art.” He made to leave in her direction, but Arthur stopped him.

“Charles, not now. Just let her be. Whatever is bothering her she’ll get over it.”

Charles wanted to argue and go after her, but he knew his brother was right. Just meant he needed to keep a closer eye on her this weekend.

“Why were you looking for me?” Arthur drew back his attention.

“Oh, Maman is looking for you. Carla just got here.”

“Thanks man.” He started back towards the house before looking back at his brother. “She’ll be ok Charles. Come on before Lorenzo eats all the pancakes, then you know she’ll be pissed.”

Charles laughed slightly knowing his brother was right. He would make sure to get her alone later and find out what was going on with his girl.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried to get her alone, it was not working. Between Claire hanging around him and the fact that Y/n was avoiding him, he just couldn’t get to her. By the time dinner was over, he still hadn't gotten his chance and now his brother was informing them that they had been invited to a party at one of the other lake houses. Claire had tried to get him to stay behind with her, but he wanted to go to the party. The biggest reason was Y/n. But as soon as they arrived, she separated herself from the group and went to talk to a group of girls she had seen before. He met a couple guys around his age and started talking with them, but he made sure to always keep an eye on her, that was until a few girls caught his attention.

A little before 11pm Arthur and Carla joined him, “Where’s Y/n?”

Charles looked back to where she had been early, but she was nowhere to be seen. He felt something in his chest, but he wasn’t quite sure what it was. Panic? Dread? Jealous? “We need to look for her.”

The trio split up and Charles made his way over to a girl he saw her talking to early. “Hi,” she giggled.

“Hi,” he smiled politely. “Have you seen my friend Y/n. Little shorter than me, green eyes, long brown hair?”

“Yeah, she and Luke went out to the water.”

“Luke?”

“Yip, he owns the house. Said he wanted to spend some time alone with her.”

Charles didn’t even thank the girl before storming out the house. He walked for a while before spotting the young man and his friend standing in the water. Charles didn’t like how close the guy was to her.

“Y/n,” he called out.

She looked back at him then back to her companion.

“Friend of yours,” Luke asked her.

“Kinda I guess. He probably wants to go.”

“You don’t have to leave.” he said taking her hand.

She gently pulled her hand away and tucked her hands under her arms. “He’s, my ride.”

Truthfully, she wasn’t quite sure why she had agreed to come out here with the blond boy. But watching Charles flirt with all the girls there had been a bit much.

“I’ll take you home. Or you could stay here.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. Thanks for inviting us.” She turned to walk back up seeing Charles making his way down, but Luke grabbed her hand pulling her back.

“Come on Y/n it's your birthday, let's have some fun and celebrate.”

“No thank you. Please let go of my hand.”

“You heard her. Take your hand away before I move it.” Charles growled angrily.

“Sorry man,” Luke let go and put his hands up. “We were just talking.”

Charles placed his hand on her back and nudged her away. “Y/n lets go, now.” He gave the young blond a hard look before following after her.

As he caught up to her, he grabbed her wrist to make her stop. “Are you stupid?” he asked.

“Excuse me?”

“What were you thinking coming down here with a guy you just met.” he was pissed at her inability to think how dangerous that was.

She placed her hands on her hips and glared at him. “We were just talking.”

“Sure, that’s all he had on his mind given how he grabbed you to stop you from leaving.” he scoffed.

“Well good thing you were around to be my hero,” she remarked sarcastically.

“Yeah, well one of us has to use our brains.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“Wow, big girl now, using your big words.” he knew he needed to stop before he said something he would regret but he was so angry at her, he couldn’t stop himself. “Can't believe how stupid you were.”

“Yeah, I guess I really am stupid.” she turned away from him and walked straight towards the car, whispering to herself, “I fell in love with you.”

She ignored Arthur and Carla’s questions as she hopped into the back of the car.

Charles on the other hand could smack himself for the way he acted but what’s done was done. He shook his head and followed. When he reached the car, he saw his brother looking in his direction with an uneasy face. “Later,” he replied and climbed into the driver’s seat glancing in the mirror to look at the girl behind him. She was just starting out the window. He sighed softly then started the car.

Over the next few days, she made sure to avoid him at all costs. To the point that even their mothers noticed and when both Sylvie and Pascale tried to talk to her, she would change the subject. The last day of the holiday Y/n walked into the kitchen mid-afternoon to find her mother cooking some stew. “Hi Mamma.”

“Hey there, you seem happy today.”

“Aren't I always happy?” Y/n feigned surprise.

“Not lately,” the older woman replied putting down her spoon and looking at her daughter

“Sorry, just haven’t been feeling so good.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Y/n shook her head. “Dad called me this morning.”

Sylvie turned back to the pot. “How is he?’ she asked.

“He’s okay. He said he’s going to be in Monaco next week. Wants to have lunch.”

“You know you don’t have to.” David Morello was a topic that didn’t much come up in their house in fact neither of the girls had any real sort of relationship with their fathers. Claire’s dad Tom had disappeared out of their lives when y/n was 5 and her own father the result of a fling during one of the many separations between Sylvie and her ex-husband Tom. But at least with David, who spent his life in Texas, he made an effort to stay in contact with his daughter.

“It's been a long time since I last saw him.”

“I know. Just the last time you spoke to him you guys had that argument. But it’s your choice sweetheart.”

Y/n shrugged, “Its one lunch and it would be nice to see him again. I was thinking about going into town for a bit. There are a couple things I want to get for school, and I saw this little army knife I think Dad would like.”

“Sounds like a nice idea. Are you going to ride into town?”

“Yep, it’s a nice day, could use the exercise.”

“I’ll drive you.” Charles walked in hearing the last part of the conversation.

“It's fine thanks,” she curtly replied.

“Finally, she acknowledged me,” he thought. “Well, I need a few things as well before I have to head to the tracks. So, I’ll drive you.” The way he said that sounded final and she knew there would be no use arguing especially in front of her mother, something he very much knew. “I'll be in the car.”

“Why is he so....”

“Cute?” her mother looked at her with a sly smile.

“Infuriating.” Y/n corrected.

Y/n didn’t know that her mother knew about her feelings for the middle Leclerc and how she hoped that the two would figure it out. She had this feeling that the two would be perfect together.

“Be nice Y/n.”

“It would be so much easier if I wasn’t so nice.” she remarked headed for the stairs to grab her bag.

The car ride into town was silent, not for Charles lack of trying. But she could be stubborn. As soon as they got there, she said, “I'll meet you back here in about half an hour. Is that ok?”

He thought about it for a minute contemplating just tagging along, but he really did need a few things so finally agreed going their separate ways.

She browsed around the shops making sure to purchase a few of the items she needed. 10 mins or so before she was due to meet Charles, she was looking at some drawing supplies when a familiar voice called out her name.

“Y/n?”

She looked in the direction it had come from to see Max Verstappen. “Max?”

“Hey, it's been a while.”

“I know, can't remember the last time. How’s the training going?”

“It's going well. Cars not going as well as I would like but we’re trying. How are you?”

“I’m good just looking forward to getting back to school.”

“How long are you here for?” he asked.

“I actually leave tomorrow. We came to spend the weekend here for my birthday.”

“Oh, Happy Birthday for....”

“Yesterday.”

“.... for yesterday.”

She smiled; he was really very sweet even though most people didn’t see that side of him.

They chatted for a while before she heard her phone buzzing in her bag. “Sorry,” she apologized to Max and pulled her phone out. Charles. “Hello?”

“Where are you Mon Cherie?”

“At the book shop. Ran into Max but I’m coming now.”

“Max?”

“Verstappen.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Be there now.” she replied not waiting for a response.

“You have to go?” Max asked.

“I’m afraid so, Charles is waiting for me.”

“You mind if I walk with you? Would be nice to say hi to him.”

“Sure.”

The two walked out the shop and headed towards the car. Charles was sitting against the hood, and she could just make out his foot tapping rapidly against the floor. He looked up and spotted her and his fellow racer approaching him “Hey Max.”

“Hey Charles, how are you?”

“Good. You were able to get Y/n out the book shop I see.”

Max smiled at the girl, “Maybe she just likes my company better.”

Y/n gently slapped his shoulder, “I was done anyway. He just delayed me slightly.”

“Well hopefully that wasn’t a bad thing.”

“Of course not.” she remarked with a smile.

“Well, I don’t mean to break up the happy moment, but we should get back.”

She ignored the way Charles had said that and quickly gave Max a hug, “Was really good to see you.”

“You too Y/n. I hope we’ll see each other again soon. Charles, I’ll see you on Thursday.”

“Yep.” They both watched him walk away. “I got you your favourite.” Charles was closer to her with a large cup in his hand. “Sort of a peace offering,” he remarked rubbing his hand against the back of his head.

“Thanks,” she took the drink from him and took a sip. “It's good.”

She went to get in the car leaving Charles to feel frustrated as clearly the coffee hadn’t made a difference. She was still quiet, and the silence was killing him. He missed her even though she was right there. He decided to take a detour.

“Where are you going?” she asked as he took a side street.

He didn’t respond till he reached his destination and stopped the car. “I’m sorry.”

She turned away from the window to look at him. She saw sincerity in his eyes. “I don’t like fighting with you Charles. “She admitted.

He took her hand in his, “Neither do I Mon Cheri. I don’t even know why I said that, but I need you to know I didn’t mean it.”

The skin on her hand was burning from his touch and she needed some distance. She gently removed his hand and climbed out the car.

He sighed and climbed out after her. “Y/n are you ever going to forgive me?” he asked as he stood in front of her.

“I forgive you Charles.”

“Then why are you still mad at me?”

“I’m not mad, it’s just...”

“What?”

“It’s not about what you said, it’s that YOU said it. Lately you’ve been fighting with me more and I miss my friend.”

“Hey, I know I’ve been a dick lately. I’m stressed with these races coming up and how much I want to prove myself and I guess I’ve been taking it out on you a lot. I just rely on you to be my voice of reason.”

“Not like I’m the right person for that right now.”

“Y/n what’s going on? Talk to me.”

“I just have a lot on my mind.” She replied leaning against the car.

He mirrored her actions his left leg brushed against hers, causing a tingling sensation in her body but she forced herself not to react or move just trying to focus on something else.

“I like someone.”

He looked at her something in his chest tightening. “Oh. Do I know him.”

“Kinda but I’m not telling you who it is. Besides it doesn’t really matter because he doesn’t feel the same.”

“Are u sure?” the tightening lessened somewhat.

She nodded, “He has a girlfriend. Just found out recently.”

“I'm sorry. He’s an idiot if you ask me.”

“Art said the same thing. But there’s something else.”

“Go on.”

“Charles, you have to promise you won’t say anything.”

“I promise.”

“This morning my dad called. He wants to have lunch next week as he’s gonna be in town.”

“You don’t want to?” he knew all about her relationship with her dad. He wasn’t a bad guy, but he only really wanted to know her when it was convenient for him.

She shrugged. “I don’t know. I made it seem easy with Mamma this morning but last time I spoke to him we had an argument. I never told anyone what it was about, but he wanted me to come live with him in America.”

“Are u serious?”

“Yep. Something about him wanting his son to spend time with his sister. That he needed his family together.”

“Now all of a sudden?”

She wrapped her arms around herself. “That’s exactly what I said, and he didn’t appreciate it. Told me that I didn’t understand his situation and that he had had to make a tough decision but that he absolutely regretted it and he wanted to get to know me.”

“You don’t have to go.”

She shrugged, leaning her head back. “Why do I feel like I have to give him the benefit of the doubt?”

“Because you are a good person Y/n.” he brushed his pinkie against her hand in affection.

Closing her eyes at the sensations it was causing in her body. He had no idea the affect he had on her, and she knew that she had to get a handle on it. She had been honest with him when she said she didn’t like fighting with him. Even though Arthur was her best friend she just knew that with Charles it was different.

“Ya, like that has made any difference.” Straightening up she looked at him. As much as her heart aches for him she was going to have to be happy to have him as her just her friend. “I’m sorry for been a bit of a bitch.”

He chuckled and wrapped his arms around her. “I didn’t not deserve some of it. But I need you to promise me something.”

“What?”

“No matter what or where we may be, don’t ever stop talking to me.”

“I promise.”

#charles leclerc x reader #f1 x reader

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sssammich · 26 days

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fanfic writer questions

Thanks for the tag, @foibles-fables

1- How many works do you have on AO3?

i'm at 122 right now (wahoo!)

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

794,634 (i am on a mission to 1 million in the next couple of years)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

well i've been around many a fandom block, but i'd say for current brainrot:

supergirl (mostly supercorp, but i have a smattering of rare pairs because women, amirite?)

swan queen

bumbleby (i also still have so many rosebird dreams i'll get there someday)

makayuro (with a smattering of rare pairs also because women, amirite?)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

well unsurprisingly, ever since plopping down on supercorp fandom, the numbers have been from there. but shoutout to my victorious fic from 2012 holding strong lol

evergreen, closest i get, not for nothing, you've got mail, and one way or another

5. Do you respond to comments?

yes yes absolutely!! sometimes i am late and sometimes i just leave it in there so i can have it stay unread but anyway i try to respond and i appreciate everyone who sends them to me. i have historically been a oneshot writer so it's been nice also to get comments on wips!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

oh shoot angstiest ending?? well i think i would say my supercorptober ficlet about memory loss of sorts might tick that (it ends kinda idk open but not bad, i will say)

but then there's also this one old soccer RPF i wrote that's more, idk, poetry than any real fic about one of them leaving lmao

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

the happiest ending? i mean all of them, i reckon. if they end up together or have a promise of together then they count lmao

8. Do you get hate on fics?

uhhh none that i've seen? i mean if it's in the comments, no? but if it's elsewhere, then also no? i have been fortunate in that way

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

OMG YES I AM FINALLY IN MY SMUT ERA

uh i reckon comedy smut for now (read DickFic here) but the day is young and my doc is empty so who's to say

but i have dreams for some sad smut because i'd like to develop the range LMAO

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

surprisingly, i do not. what i instead do is just little spin through five fandoms at any given time and just confuse myself that way

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

unfortunately yes. twice now. once was for my victorious fic that was used for a 5th harmony RPF lmaooo

and then on thanksgiving weekend, the first chapter of Crepe AU was posted by an anonymous for a The Wilds ship (but my friends rallied to get it taken down so i didn't have to send a takedown form to ao3 while i was traveling home)

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

nope but that would be totally rad

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

i love fic writing group work so yes! i have a series of sad angsty women that i have with my best friend in my revue starlight fandom, and then, of course, @sideguitars and i have 'humans in the storeroom' (that reminds me it's my turn to write the next part smh)

i also like jumping into writing sprints or writing exercises with folks (like a round robin)

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

let's not do this, i shan't pick amongst my children

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

so far all my wips are things i wanna finish and will do my best to finish. i have a couple of retired wips that will just sit in my ao3 forever and i have made peace with them, though.

16. What are your writing strengths?

i wanna say characterization, pacing, emotional resonance, and a simple and natural writing style maybe

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

action?? plot??? proper AUs lmao

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

i do not because i find i butcher it and also then i cringe lmao

19. First fandom you wrote for?

oh written for but never posted? hermione/ginny

posted for? god probably All My Children (bianca and maggie) when i was like a teenager hahahahaha

20. Favorite fic you've written?

sorry no can do i love them all because i wrote them and there are so many things i enjoy about them. but i will say that the writing events circuit i've done this past year (supercorp bigbang, bumbleby big bang, and swan queen winter solstice) are born out of a lot of labor of love and i'm really proud of the work i've done for them.

and not for a writing event, but i am also extremely proud of re:live for mayakuro fandom-- that one makes me think that if i never wrote for that fandom again, that that's a really good fic to end on)

No-pressure tags, of course: @sideguitars, @eqt-95, @fazedlight, @luthordamnvers, @vox-ex, and @waytooinvested

(yall have probably done this before but here it just in case!)

#fic writing meme #sam lore

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lunararcade · 10 days

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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ F1 DR INTRO

important info: in this dr i am 17. it is the 2018 f1 season and i am racing alongside lewis hamilton for the mercedes-amg petronas f1 team. it is my first year in f1.

what is my racing history? i have been karting ever since i was 7 years old (2008). i started with regional championships and won before winning nationally. i won some championships internationally as well. i didn't have a lot of money but my parents helped me to achieve my dreams, especially since i was really good at it. i began racing around the world with ricky flynn motorsports. i won multiple WSK world and european series. i raced in these circuits until 2015 when i won the CIK-FIA Euro championship and 2016 when i won the CIK-FIA world championship with Birel ART Racing. i was hired by prema racing to drive as an f2 driver in 2017, and became world champion by the end of the season. after this i was hired by mercedes on a lucrative, one-year contract.

who are my friends? my closest friend is my best friend charles leclerc, who was my teammate at prema. me and him had a title fight in 2017. i am very close with his family <3 love them dearly. i am also close with his brother arthur! we met through charles and karting. my other closest friend is logan sargeant. he has been my best friend for years. we grew up karting together since my first year and remained super close as we both started karting in europe. i also competed against oscar piastri for a while and he is a good friend of me and logan. i am also friends with lewis hamilton as he is my teammate at mercedes. i am acquanited and friendly with max verstappen as we raced against each other in karting quite a few times. i know a lot of the other f1 racers from karting actually (:

any romantic relationships? no! i don't have any current romantic relationships.

what is currently happening? i had been getting podium since the start of the season, breaking multiple records not only as a woman but as the youngest f1 driver. however, at the canada grand prix, i won with a grand slam (fastest lap, pole position, first place). i also won in france and austria. i am doing extremely well!

any current conflicts? yes. multiple. mercedes has not been a good working environment. lewis is great, but i am not taken very seriously in the garage. i am also told not to overtake lewis even when i have openings and the next driver is multiple seconds behind. i have recently taken to ignoring these orders because they're stupid which has caused a lot of problems with toto wolff.

toto also ignored my complaints during monaco. i told him i had very little control over the car and something was off during qualifying, but he didn't listen and i had to drive at the race with little control over the car. it cost me a podium and i got p4. he also yelled at me after i won in canada because it was at the price of lewis getting p2, which is awful! but i am looking into new potential contracts for 2019 (redbull is looking promising if daniel leaves, which he will).

i am also nervous for my 10th race of the season which is silverstone, because i crashed there (not my fault at all) during my 2017 season in f2. it was pretty bad. the car exploded with me inside and i was concussed, but not majorly injured. charles also crashed a bit further ahead and ran to help me get out. however, i think this next race will be fine.

if you have any questions about this dr please feel free to ask. even though the circumstances have been a bit iffy right now, i really like all of the people and have been enjoying the racing so i'll be sharing plenty of stories!

#desired reality #reality shifting #shiftblr #shifting blog #shifting community #shifting motivation #shifting realities #shifting stories #f1 dr #lunaarcade: f1 dr

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monstaxdirtywonk · 1 year

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Heaven is a place in hell with you pt.4

Member: San as Hades X Reader Persephone

Plot: it's inspired but the myth but with some changes too

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut (only some slight suggestive content in this chapter but we will get there)

His lips traveled on your neck, and his arm had a tight grip around your waist as he kept you still on his lap.

"How inappropriate is this? You sitting on my lap like this...you are ready to be completely ruined by me anytime I think it's fitting." You moaned by his words because he was absolutely right. You couldn't find an ounce of dignity left when it came to him.

"Please touch me a bit." Hades chuckled and his other hand traveled lower and lower where you needed him the most.

"Persephone" a voice woke you up and your breathing was irregular and heavy.

"Did you have a nightmare? You were whimpering and moving around in your sleep".

You touched your sweaty forehead and couldn't believe you had your first wet dream. Turns out love and lust were way closer than you thought they'd be.

"Yes I did. I've been stressed the last few days for no particular reason and this reflects to my sleep quality".

Artemis came closer and she held your hand in hers. She wasn't known for being particularly physically affectionate but because you had been clingy ever since you were a child, he made an exception for you, which made you feel even more guilty than before.

"My sweetheart. I got so worried last week when you were gone. Did something happen back then and you didn't tell me about it? Is this why you've been so jumpy lately?"

"No. No. Nothing happened that day. I just lost track of time, that's all. I don't want you to worry about me, I'll be fine mistress."

She took out her handkerchief and wiped your sweaty face. She was humming a melody simultaneously which made you feel relaxed.

"Thank you" you smiled at her and she returned a bright smile back at you.

"I'm going to hunt now. Tomorrow I'll leave again for many hours to join Hippolytus and his men. Do you want me to not go?"

You shook your head and smiled once again.

"I'm well really. You don't have to worry. I'll find something to keep myself occupied."

Artemis checked you from head to toe once again and when she saw no injury or anything that might make her grow worried again, she left.

When she closed the door behind her, you were left with your guilty thoughts. When you stood up from the bed you felt a bit uncomfortable to say the least, sticky down there and a numbing feeling that was a constant reminder of your sinful thoughts. You had to take a bath as soon as possible.

2 days later

"I'm going now. If you want anything tell Nefeli about it and she'll come to your aid."

You hugged her and she left.

After around 20 minutes of her departure, you went to Nefeli to tell her that you're gonna leave to take a walk in the forest.

"Are you sure you want to go on your own?" Nefeli asked.

"Yes. I'll be fine don't worry. I'm a whole woman after all". You laughed and she looked you dead in the eye.

"For me, you'll always be my baby. But I guess I should let you take your own steps too".

"Thank you for that. I'll come back in an hour, I swear".

"Be careful!" Nefeli said and hugged you.

Among the nymphs she was the one you felt closest to. She had a gentle nature but combined it with a fierce protective side that made you feel safe and loved. You hated how she didn't know why you left but you couldn't reveal to her that you're going to meet...someone. if you'll meet him to begin with because there's no wolf threatening you this time.

You started walking towards the lake, feeling a bit nervous. Best case scenario he won't open the portal never again and you're gonna keep living the life that you've grown to love. Worst case scenario, he does and you become a nervous wreck unable to look him in the eyes because you feel so guilty you've been thinking of him in a sexual way. You were horrible, you thought.

On one hand you wanted to run and have more time with him if he opens the portal but you also felt like this was gonna be a huge disappointment if he doesn't. If he doesn't, what are you gonna do? You said Nefeli you'd be home after an hour, you'd have to wander around to waste some time.

You could finally see the lake after walking for 25 minutes. I guess subconsciously you were walking faster than average because it took you longer to arrive last time.

"Here comes my disappointment". You said to yourself and sat on your knees next to the lake's edge.

Maybe if you put your hands inside, that'd help. You don't even know how this portal works. Even if you saw you, maybe he doesn't want you to come again. But he did say he can be your guidance, didn't he? You shouldn't think of yourself as a burden. You wanted to talk to him again, it wasn't just your romantic side that craved that. He seemed so knowledgeable about the world, you wanted to learn from him and eventually form wisdom of your own. Although the path to wisdom would take years, you thought.

After 10 minutes of alarmingly increasing heartbeat, there was no sign of Hades anywhere. You felt your eyes about to tear up and a grip like feeling around your throat. Pathetic. You felt like crying for someone you only talked to for a bit and you had no concrete evidence he felt anything for you other than fascination of your naive side.

"That's what you did to yourself with your stupid wishful thinking" you cried again, wiping your eyes with your dress. You even wore a white dress, your most flattering color.

Suddenly you heard the same earth shuttering sound and moved back in a hurry. Your beloved stairs appeared and without a second thought you went down.

Hades was waiting for you and you smiled so brightly when you saw him, it was so obvious to him you liked him, you thought. But when he took a closer look and saw your red eyes, his expression dropped.

"What happened, sweetheart?"

Sweetheart. You were willing to cry every day for the rest of your life if Hades was to call you such.

"Nothing. Don't worry about it." You said and wiped the remaining tears.

"You thought I wouldn't let you in?" You really couldn't fool this man and it scared you. The power imbalance and difference in experiences was evident.

You nodded without saying anything because it'd make your voice break without a doubt.

"But i told you that you can use me for guidance. When I give my word, I am doing what I said always."

You smiled up at him, trying to keep your tears again. This time they were guilty ones, because he was so sweet to you and yet you had this hunting dream. How can you be so unhinged?

"How much time do we have? Because I'm certain you didn't tell Artemis you are coming here." You laughed and answered him.

"You're only coming early here because I don't want you to wander around the forest during the night on your own. Is that understood?"

"Yes. I'll come here during the day."

Hades smiled at your obedient nature. He didn't want to admit it but his sexual urges have been out of control since last week and he knows a very good reason as to why that is. But unlike you, he didn't think of himself as an awful man of carnal desires. He knew that he felt for much more than lust. He wanted to protect you from the world but who is gonna protect you from him? He had no idea about that. If it was up to him, he'd ruin you without a second thought. You falling apart under him and then him putting you together again. The power to control your pleasure and the ease he'd feel to know that he was responsible for you and nothing could ever harm you when he was in control.

"I wanted to ask more about you, if that's okay of course. Your origins and the sides of yourself you are willing to reveal for now".

When he heard the last part, he smirked. You were very observant he thought, and you knew others better than you thought you did. He caught up to you thinking of yourself as less than you were but he didn't agree with that.

"As I've said before I feel comfortable with you so I'm gonna reveal all my sides...eventually. Getting to know others in depth takes time after all. But I will tell you as much as I can for now".

His answer made sense logically but you still pouted at that. You craved to know him better, you didn't want to waste any time to get there. You've never been this impatient before.

"Let's go and sit on that couch, shall we?"

You agreed and you went there before him because you were so excited to learn more and be in his presence. Hades' dimples showed up again, how can someone be this adorable and enchanting at the same time.

He took a closer look to what you were wearing, a white dress that was loose around your body but beautiful drapes enhanced your shapely figure. He had to stop his mind from wondering what was underneath that dress. A rounded neckline complimented your soft cheeks and your long hair, still loose, suggested you were still a young unmarried woman. He could even smell how you sprayed some perfume behind your ears, mixing with your natural scent to attack his senses. He was certain by now that you shared his feelings.

"It all started with my parents, Chronos and Rea. I am the middle child, three daughters before me and two sons after. My parents had great power over the whole world, all the realms belonged to Chronos, which can be great responsibility. It is also a blessing in disguise. Few have the ability to remain noble with great power. My dad wasn't among them and he wasn't willing to share even with his own kids. That's why, when an oracle told him that one of his sons was gonna threaten his authority, he tried to get rid of us. He was able to do so for me and Poseidon, but Zeus escaped him. He was raised in Crete by a cow and some forest nymphs and when he became an old he came for our father's throat, just like the oracle had predicted. We divided the world to three realms and by luck each one got their own, I got the underworld and here I am in all my glory". You laughed at that.

"It is scary to think that even your own parent would act that way against you. But it seems like no matter how hard you try, you won't be able to overcome your destiny".

His destiny. Hades really hoped his destiny included you too.

"Yes. It seems like Moires control our lives. Maybe they are more powerful than us after all. Although I think they aren't the most feared among us."

"Which one do you think is the most fearful?"

"Eros."

You felt very confused by his answer. Eros is Aphrodite's son as far as you know, he makes people and God's fall in love. Shouldn't he be the most well liked?

"He is a beautiful young man, non threatening he seems at first. But just like the Trojan horse, it comes with great danger. I've seen mortals and God's alike do crazy things for him. No logic is left in their minds. It causes great pain too when it's not returned. You can't escape him. I guess we are similar in that way with Eros. He's gonna find you, even if you are in the depths of hell".

He found him, after all. Even here, he found him.

"Even he couldn't escape his power. If you know about Psyche".

You did. You've always thought of their story as the most inspiring and admirable you've heard.

"It turns out you aren't the most fearsome around after all. Don't you feel misunderstood at times?"

"Yes. But others rarely see the person behind the throne. I was assigned to this and I'm just doing my duty."

"You do very well and I'm proud of you".

Proud of him. He couldn't get enough of your praising. He wanted to hear you calling him all positive descriptors a language can have. He was a thirsty man and your sweet compliments were his nectar.

"What about you, love?"

Your eyes widen once again, he really had to slow down with all those pet names.

"I...I don't know who my parents were. Artemis found me when I was a baby and decided to adopt me in a sense. I'm very thankful for that and I love her, I really do. I think she is usually strict but becomes very gentle when i am around. I guess she has a soft spot when it comes to me."

Artemis wasn't the only one that had a soft spot for you, Hades thought.

"She taught me about healing and I'm very grateful for that. I am blessed to have found such a nice home in her arms".

Hades was about to cry and it's been ages since he was so annoyingly emotional. You were such a pure soul, he would fight anyone to keep you safe.

"I'm very happy you found her too. Artemis is a very respectable goddess among mortals and God's. She has a great lot of dignity and independence, very dynamic and strong but fair and balanced too".

You nodded because that's exactly how your mistress appeared in your eyes too.

"Other than that, there isn't anything special to know for me."

"Not having experiences to share doesn't make you any less special than others. You are very admirable and mature despite your young age and you show me that it's alright to wear your heart on your sleeve from time to time."

You felt so happy by his answer. It was hard to not be overly strict with yourself but you felt relieved someone thought of you in such a way.

After some time had passed and you had to leave, he spoke again.

"When are you gonna visit again?"

"Whenever you want. Just tell me and I'll come. I don't wanna interfere with your schedule."

"Maybe you can come in 3 days? Or is it soon?"

Too soon, he says. As if you wanna leave his side to begin with.

"I'll see what I can do. If I get the chance, I'm gonna come over".

"Farewell, my little flower".

"Farewell".

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