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rafesmuse · 15 days

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the red means i love you — r.c.

pairing: dark!rafe cameron x dark!reader

warnings: 18+ smut, murder, vaginal sex, extreme violence, stabbing, blood, knifeplay (carving), bloodplay, possessive and obsessive behaviour (reader and rafe), fingering, hair pulling, slight spanking, toxic relationship, reader and rafe are both fucked in the head

word count: 5k

summary: in a relationship fueled by hidden obsession and jealousy, you and your boyfriend are more alike than you initially thought.

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You hummed along to the song blasting from your speakers, stretched out on your stomach while absentmindedly scrolling through TikTok, your long nails tapping against the screen. With your boyfriend away on their annual family vacation, you were left restless and bored. Since you started dating him a year ago, you've spent practically every moment together, causing your hobbies and personal interests to gradually fade, along with your sense of individuality. He was the centre of your world, everything in your life revolved around him— you were willing to go to any lengths for him, and you knew he would do the same for you. What you both didn’t know, was how far you would be willing to go for each other.

Yawning while watching the nth slime scoopability video on your TikTok for you page, a notification popped up on your phone— rafe_cameron posted a new picture! You instantly tapped on it, having notifications turned on for a reason only to find a photo of your boyfriend on a yacht, clad in nothing but his blue swimsuit. Fuck. His defined abs, the tight shorts showing his bulge through the fabric, his hair messy and slightly wet— you instantly felt an ache between your legs, prompting you to rub your thighs together.

Though it had only been a few days since you had last seen him, his absence weighed heavy and the picture didn’t help. You found yourself analysing every single detail of the picture, but your focus kept going back to his bulge as you could practically feel his cock filling you up so perfectly like he does every night again, except for tonight. You were desperately craving his touch, and just as you were about to reach your hand into your shorts to relieve the achy feeling, your mood was ruined when you checked the comment section.

oliviaprentiss4: looking good Cameron! 😍

Bang. You threw your phone aggressively at the wall while letting out a piercing scream as your breaths grew shallow and fast, anger coursing through your veins. Fucking bitch. Of course it’s Olivia, who goes after your man every chance she gets. Despite Rafe's constant assurances that she's just a friend and nothing more, as a girl yourself, you can't help but notice the subtle flirtations — the way she twirls her blonde locks while gazing up at him with fuck-me eyes whenever they talk. You're not stupid.

You fixed your gaze intently on the wall, attempting to collect your thoughts and calm your breathing as a plan dawned upon you. Swiftly grabbing the lip gloss from the bedside table next to you, you hastily reapplied it before gathering your phone from the ground and switching to the camera app. You raised your phone in the air, pushing your tits up and pulling your top down just a tad bit, leaving nearly nothing to the imagination as you snapped a few pictures while switching poses.

Brandon is gonna fucking love these, you thought to yourself while scrolling through your camera roll, referring to a fratboy you met at a party before you started dating Rafe. You hooked up with him once, seeing him as nothing more than just a one-night stand, but he became obsessed with you after that— replying to your Instagram stories daily and asking you to hang out at least once a week. You knew he would comment if you posted a few sexy pics, and you were right.

brandontheman: cute top, but im more interested in whats under it ;)

You bit your lip as an amused but sinister smile spread across your face, knowing it would infuriate Rafe. Clicking back on his profile to check the new picture once more, you noticed new comments had been added. Your smile abruptly vanished as you glanced at Rafe's comments section again, feeling the anger that had started to subside returning with force.

rafe_cameron: @ oliviaprentiss4 Thanks liv.

Liv. He fucking calls her Liv. Fucking asshole. You muttered curses under your breath, fists clenching as your breathing quickened and your jaw tightened again. He could've simply ignored her. Or deleted her comment. Or blocked her when you started complaining about the bitch four months ago. But no— the fucking idiot calls her Liv, for everyone to see, including you.

With hands trembling from sheer rage, you redirected your attention to your phone before switching profiles. rafe_cameron. Now, you wouldn't exactly label yourself as toxic for having his profile logged in on your phone. You're just, you know, keeping an eye on him, with the best intentions after all. Even though he was unaware that you peeked into his phone to get his password when he was showering. Hmm. Okay, maybe you were a little toxic, you can admit that much. But being toxic means being smart so you went to settings and disabled notifications, ensuring Rafe wouldn’t suspect a thing before tapping on his chat with Olivia.

As you scrolled through the chat, nothing new caught your eye, which didn't come as a surprise given that you checked his profile on a daily basis. It was the usual— Olivia showering him with compliments whenever he posted a picture of himself, and him graciously thanking her. You shook your head in disbelief, your jaw tensing with anger at his consistent responses to her. She was a big problem— a serious threat to your relationship, and you desperately needed to get rid of her. You took a deep breath, hoping your plan would succeed, before typing out a message.

rafe_cameron: hey liv.

oliviaprentiss4: hey rafey!

Rafey. Oh, this bitch really wants to die.

rafe_cameron: my girlfriend is out of town tonight. wanna come over?

oliviaprentiss4: sounds good! I’ll be there at 9!! 🤍

Not a girl’s girl, huh? You scoffed at how easily she agreed to a man cheating on his girlfriend, yet a small smile tugged at your lips as it seemed that your plan was starting to take work. Now you just had to figure out how to get inside Tannyhill, but let’s be real— breaking in is the easiest part of it all.

The moon hung low in the sky, casting eerie shadows across the Cameron’s estate except for a few lights that you hastily switched on when you arrived five minutes before nine. It was quiet; the only sounds in the eerie mansion were the ticking of a clock and a few birds chirping outside.

You were impatiently sitting on the couch, waiting for Olivia, with your knee bouncing up and down— not from nerves though, but rather, excitement. A wicked grin spread across your face as you heard the doorknob turn, followed by cautious footsteps on the wooden floor. Olivia gasped audibly when she spotted you, her face flushing bright red as she stumbled over her words, too stunned to articulate a coherent sentence.

“I- Sorry, Rafe said- I mean. I thought you wouldn’t-“ “You thought what, exactly? That you could fuck my boyfriend without me knowing? God, you really are such a stupid, fucking bitch.”

Your words hit her hard, causing her to freeze in place as she fiddled with her fingers nervously. She realized she fucked up bad when she caught the insane, psychotic glare in your narrowed eyes, which was filled with unmistakable hatred directed at her. It sent shivers down her spine— she came to the stark realization that you were more than simply a jealous girlfriend; she was fearing for her life.

You rose from the couch and marched towards her, causing her to take steps back in panic, her eyes widening in terror. But you were quicker, consumed by rage. She cried out in agony as you seized a handful of her blonde hair, and violently hauled her towards the ground until she smashed into the floor with a loud thud.

“Tsk, so many men, and still, you had to choose mine. Dumbest decision you could make, Liv. And you’re gonna fucking regret it.” You hissed as you straddled her. She slowly opened her eyes, feeling disoriented from her head hitting the floor as she confusedly gazed up at you. It was over for her. You knew it, she knew it. The poor girl gulped when you took a knife out of your back pocket— the pocket knife that Rafe bought you to defend yourself from men. Oh, if only he knew. Thank you baby, best present ever.

“Here’s what I’m gonna do. I will use this cute little knife to stab you, okay? Not just once though, no, there’s no fun in that.” Now, this was the moment where she broke down in tears, pleading for you to let her go. You revelled in the sense of power, devoid of any trace of empathy, as you observed the girl's panicked state with streaks of mascara running down her face. What the fuck did she expect? It’s the consequences of her own actions.

You gripped her face tightly, sharp nails pressing into her skin as you forced her to meet your gaze, her eyes wide with fear and brimming with tears as they met yours. She was frozen in place, paralyzed by an overwhelming sense of dread. “Hey, hey, just shut up for a moment and let me do my thing, okay? This is my moment and I can’t have you fucking it up. I’ve been looking forward to this.”

You paused and slowly closed your eyes, savouring the momentary bliss until Olivia interrupted you, prompting an irritated exhale and forcing your eyes to reopen. “Let me go, please! I wasn’t even gonna do anything with him! I promise!” she attempted and pleaded for one last time, despite knowing deep down that it wouldn't change anything. Your hatred was too strong, as evidenced by your eyes— the psychotic look on your face caused goosebumps to form all over her body.

“You think…” you started, breath quickening in growing anger as your jaw tensed, shaking your head and snickering in disbelief, “…you can fucking LIE TO ME?” you screamed before raising the knife in the air, not wasting any more time as she only fuelled your rage further, followed by bringing it back down, right into her chest next to her silver necklace with the letter ‘O’ attached to it. She let out a piercing scream out of agony before you quickly pulled the knife out, blood spurting in every direction possible just like in slasher movies, making you forget for a moment that this was real life. You were so caught up in the moment— it felt therapeutic in a way to finally release all of your pent-up rage.

“Don’t” stab. “touch” stab. “my” stab. “man, Liv.” stab, stab, stab.

Your heart raced as you witnessed the life drain from her ocean-blue eyes, a rush of power and exhilaration consuming you as you smiled down at her with a manic glint in your eyes. You experienced a strange sense of peace along with a wave of relief washing over you. Problem solved.

Standing up again, you had to steady yourself as you felt slightly lightheaded with adrenaline rushing through your body. You wiped the remaining blood from your face with your shirt before hearing a faint scream coming from upstairs, making you gasp as your heart beat out of your chest. What the fuck? You were convinced that no one was home, the entire Cameron family on their yearly vacation far, far away.

The screams came to an abrupt halt followed by a loud thud before hearing a person grunt, as if they were struggling while carrying something heavy. Fuck fuck fuck. This was when you started to panic. Whoever it was coming down the stairs right now was about to witness you fully covered in blood with a fucking dead body lying next to you on the floor. It was over.

“Shit man… why’s it never the skinny, short guys she fuckin’ falls for?” you heard a familiar voice complain, making you blink your eyes a few times as you saw your boyfriend descend the stairs while dragging a lifeless body behind him. “…Rafe?” you uttered, making him snap his head to the side, startled by your sweet-laced voice calling out his name.

First, his gaze fell on you, locking his blue eyes with yours, both widening in shock while staring at each other. Oh, he really fucked up, he thought, until he noticed the corpse next to you with the knife in your right hand, fresh blood dripping from it onto the floor. He then turned to face the body he was dragging down the stairs, blinking several times as he attempted to process the bizarre situation.

“Oh shit. We’re like that one Spiderman meme, babe.” you chuckled, cocking your head to the side as you watched the body comically fall down each step with a thud, leaving a trail of fresh blood behind. Rafe looked at you in astonishment, before his face quickly turned into one of absolute fury with nostrils flaring and his eyes narrowing. You knew that look on your boyfriend’s face— he was about to freak the fuck out. “ooohh my god, oh my god… what— what the FUCK are you doing?!”

Your face instantly dropped as you scoffed at the hypocrisy, “What the fuck am I doing? What the fuck are YOU doing?” you hurriedly marched towards him, casually stepping over the girl’s lifeless body with the bloody knife still in your right hand. With your faces merely inches away, you stared into his enraged, narrowed blue eyes before turning your attention to the body resting against the stairs. Brandon. The poor boy has been beaten to death with what you assume Rafe’s baseball bat, which has been sitting in the corner of his room untouched for quite some time, always leaving you wondering why he still had that thing. Well, that question was answered now. Brandon’s face was nearly unrecognisable, it was not a nice sight. He was covered in blood from head to toe, and it was clear Rafe used Brandon’s body to get all his aggression out.

Your attention was then drawn to the once-white carpet he was standing on, which was now ruined and completely covered in blood. “Oh, and real smart, Rafe. Letting a body bleed all over your fucking carpet. What are you gonna tell your family, huh?” You snorted, taking in the mess that Rafe had made all over the house.

“That’s… that’s what you’re fuckin’ worried about here!? Just… I— I don’t know, say you were on your period or some shit, jesus.” he rolled his eyes and shook his head, obviously not thinking about the fucking carpet right now as his mind raced with a thousand thoughts while squinting his eyes, still trying to figure out who the body was on the other end of the room.

“Is that— is that Oliv-“ “ON MY PERIOD, RAFE?! I’D BE FUCKING DEAD ALREADY IF THAT’S HOW MUCH I BLEED EACH MONTH, YOU FUCKING IDIOT!”

Rafe briefly closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, attempting to block out your exasperating voice but failing miserably as it was the only thing he could hear at that moment. His breathing accelerated and his eyes narrowed as his frustration reached its boiling point, his vision blurred with a red haze of anger before punching a hole in the wall, the impact echoing throughout the room, sending shockwaves of sound outward. “FUCK! Why do you— why you always gotta fuck things up for us, huh? Can’t you just be a normal fucking girlfriend for once? Jesus fucking christ.”

A normal girlfriend? Your heart shattered into a thousand pieces at his words. Each syllable fell like a knife to the heart, leaving you more vulnerable and hurt. In that moment, you realized with a sense of sorrow that no matter how much you loved him, it would never be enough. Tears from sheer rage and heartache began to well up in your eyes as your grip on the knife tightened. You felt so misunderstood— why couldn’t he just see that no girl could ever love him the way you do? That everything you do is for him?

“I— I did this for you, Rafe, for us. Can’t you fucking see that? She was gonna— fuck— she was gonna ruin what we have!” you spoke in a trembling but urgent voice, swaying the knife in front of his face as blood splattered all over the walls, fat tears rolling down your cheeks. “I’d do anything for you, you hear me? ANYTHING! Nothing is ever gonna get between us, Rafe. And no one— no one will ever love you more than I do.” His eyes were eerily still, devoid of any trace of humanity, as he stood frozen, listening to your ramblings. It only fuelled your rage more, as you so desperately tried to get it through his head that you did it for him, with the best intentions, but Rafe gave no reaction.

“I just— I just don’t get it… How the FUCK is this my-“ you continued with tears streaming down your face but gasped when you were abruptly interrupted by Rafe grabbing your face, leaving a red blood imprint on your cheek before pushing you against the cold wall followed by his lips meeting yours in a fervent urgency. His body was pressed against yours with his hand gripping the back of your head, pushing you deeper into him to intensify the kiss as your tongues danced together. At that moment, all your surroundings melted away as you were lost in the overwhelming need for each other.

Because oddly, it turned him on— your insanity turned him on. It stirred a sensation of warmth, a tingling feeling, and a deep sense of gratitude within him. Knowing someone loved him to the point of being willing to do anything for him, even if that meant killing— that was all Rafe needed in his lonely existence, longing for someone to love him with the same intensity he felt for them. Rafe Cameron just needed to be loved.

“You’re— you’re… fuckin’ perfect.” Rafe whispered, his voice laced with an unfamiliar sweetness as his blue eyes intensely gazed into yours. Perfect? You blinked a few times as you shook your head, unable to process the sudden change in demeanour. “W-what?” you stared at him before he cupped your face with both hands, a look of solace and devotion on his blood-stained face. “Listen to me, yeah? ‘m never gonna let you go, I fuckin’ promise that. I’d do anything for you— anything, you hear me? Gonna take good fuckin’ care of my girl, a’ight?”

A relieved smile graced your lips, a chuckle escaping as you found comfort before you leaned in to kiss him once more, the embrace deeper and more intense than before, filled with longing and desire. He pushed you towards the couch, making you stumble backwards while feeling more aroused with each step you took. It was a bizarre scene— both of you covered in fresh blood, hungrily touching every part of each other’s bodies, with two corpses on the floor next to you, still bleeding all over. But that wasn’t any of your concern at that moment. All you cared about was how his skilled hands moved over your skin, making you crave him even more.

Rafe, on the other hand, felt he still had something to prove— as if murdering a man wasn’t enough. He needed you to know how good he could make you feel. He needed you to understand that no man on this planet could treat you better than him. You could see it in his lustful eyes as he pushed you back on the couch, followed by him crawling on top of you and attacking your still blood-covered neck with hungry kisses. The ticklish feeling of Rafe’s mouth made you giggle as the metallic tang of blood flooded his senses, coating his tongue with an iron bitterness that lingered long. He didn’t know whose blood it even was, maybe both of theirs together mixed with yours, by the way he was so aggressively biting and sucking on your skin.

“Mine. All fuckin’ mine. Got it?” he snarled as he withdrew and grasped your face tightly, forcing you to look him into his intense eyes. You agreed with a nod, flashing a naughty smile as you gazed up at him coyly through your lashes. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Don’t wanna go around killin’ the entire neighbourhood.” He growled, before trailing his lips to your earlobe, gently sucking on it as his expensive cologne filled your nostrils. “But I will if I have to.” His voice raspy as he spoke, making you become wetter with each passing second.

“Hm, i don’t doubt that.” You remarked before a moan escaped your lips caused by Rafe’s hand groping your tits under your shirt, massaging them over the laced bra that he bought for you. “But know that I would kill the entire female population of the Outer Banks.” He couldn't help but let out an amused chuckle, still wrapping his head around just how insane his girlfriend truly was. “You’re so fucked in the head, shit.“ he whispered, pulling your bra down and toying with your nipples, making you bite your lip, “Just how I like it.”

Rafe then grabbed the knife from where you had dropped it next to the couch, skilfully twirling it a few times. You observed him with a rush of anticipation, uncertain of his intentions. He slid the knife beneath your top, eliciting a gasp as he swiftly sliced through the fabric, ruining your clothes, before repeating the action with your shorts.

“Rafe, what the fuck!” You hissed in annoyance as he destroyed your clothes. “Those were my favourites! Oh, don’t you fucking dare do the same with my underwear” It was evident he wasn't taking you seriously, the smug smile on his face only grew bigger before he slipped the knife under your bra and cut it open as well in one swift motion.

“Don’t be fuckin’ stupid. You know I can buy you anything you want, yeah?” Your lace underwear was next, leaving you inwardly agitated as he cut the fabric and flung it across the room. Seeing your dejected expression, he released an exasperated sigh. “Stop with the whining. I’ll take you shopping tomorrow, a’ight?”

He seized you by the hips and quickly turned you around, pressing your face into the cushion before you could comprehend what was happening as in an instant, you found yourself face down with your ass up, angled towards him. “Fuckin’ soaked already, huh?” He suddenly grabbed a handful of your hair and raised your head, then stuck his blood-covered fingers into your mouth. You swirled your tongue around his digits with a mixture of blood and drool running down your chin while feeling his clothed boner press against your bare ass. “Yeah— that’s right baby. Lick my fingers clean like a good fuckin’ girl.” You could feel yourself dripping down your inner thighs before Rafe scooped it up with his now clean fingers and slipped them into you from behind, making you let out a hitched breath at the sudden sensation as you moaned his name.

It didn’t take long for his digits to find your g-spot as he skilfully rubbed against it, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. Your pornographic moans combined with the wet sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of you made it difficult for him to control himself any longer, so he abruptly pulled out, causing you to whine at the sudden loss of contact. “You bitch! I was so fucking close!” Rafe’s hand reeled back before you felt a stinging pain on your ass, making you jolt forward on the couch. “Watch that fuckin’ mouth if you wanna cum.”

You heard the unbuckling of a belt behind you followed by feeling Rafe’s erection teasing your folds, dragging the tip up and down as his precum mixed with your wetness. Growing increasingly impatient, you tried to push yourself back onto his cock, to no avail as he held your hips firmly. “Aww, poor girl wants it bad, huh?” his voice laced with faux sympathy. “Then beg for it.”

“Rafe just fucking do-“ your words were quickly interrupted by him grasping your hair and leaning down to your eye level. “I said fuckin’ beg for it.”

“Fuck. Please, okay! I need to feel you! Just, please, fuck me” Rafe pushed himself into you in one quick thrust, swallowed by your warmth as he watched his cock disappear into your body. He gave you no time to adjust as he stretched you out completely, causing a brief sensation of pain that was quickly replaced by pleasure. He let out a sigh at the feeling, one hand on your lower back and the other on your hip as he quickly set a brutal pace— deep, erratic thrusts hitting your sweet spots so perfectly. Your nails scraped against the leather of the couch, nearly tearing it apart as you pushed yourself back onto Rafe’s cock, making him grunt at the sight. He massaged your inner walls so perfectly, making you moan his name loudly over and over again.

Rafe suddenly stopped in his tracks, cautioning, “Stay still or this will hurt, like bad, a’ight?”, causing you to furrow your brows in confusion before hearing him reach for the knife once again from next to him, sending a gulp down your throat. You tensed, anticipating the sensation, well aware of what was about to happen, just as you felt the sharp edge of the blade against your delicate skin while he was still balls deep inside of you. “So fuckin’ pretty all covered in blood, shit.” You could feel the letters he was etching into your skin— R.C., his initials. Once he was done, he tossed the knife on the floor before quickly pulling out, causing you to whine at the sudden empty feeling as he leaned down, licking up your blood that was dripping from the fresh wounds, mingling with Olivia's still-stained blood on your skin. “Forever mine.”

Rafe slapped your ass once again, causing you to cry out from the stinging pain of his hand making contact with the fresh carvings on your skin. “Now, where were we?” He slipped into you again as he mercilessly continued his thrusts, strangled noises leaving your mouth at the sudden feeling. He noticed your moans were muffled by the pillow so he grabbed a handful of your hair and tugged it firmly, pulling you back to meet his thrusts.

“Shit, look at ya now. Not so tough anymore, huh?” Rafe groaned as he pounded into you, his brutal thrusts making your eyes roll to the back of your head as your vision started to blur. “Shut— up.” You muttered in between his thrusts, your mind all fuzzy as his tip repeatedly hit your cervix. You clenched around him when he kept hitting that one spot inside you, the pleasure building as you could feel his cock twitching inside you.

You arched your back with your eyes fluttering shut as felt your orgasm approaching. “I’m— I’m so fucking close, oh my god” You moaned out with your mouth agape, nails digging deep into the skin of his arm that was wrapped around your body as the sensation became too much for you.

“Come f’me, doll. Gonna fill you up so fuckin’ good” Rafe’s hand snaked around your body to rub fast circles on your sensitive clit, making you moan loudly as your orgasm abruptly struck you, causing you to clench hard around his cock with buckling knees. All your muscles tensed as you saw stars, a wave of pleasure fully overtaking you with Rafe still pounding into you, chasing his own orgasm. He came not too long after you, slow and drawn-out curses spilling from his lips with his head thrown back as you could feel the familiar pool of warmth fill you up to the brim, completely emptying himself inside of you as his orgasm hit him.

He rode out his high before he carefully pulled out as your chest rose and fell in a frantic rhythm, each breath a struggle to fill your lungs with air while trying to regain your breath. “My pretty, pretty girl.” Rafe praised, staring at your cum-dripping cunt with a grin on his face.

As you opened your eyes, the harsh reality crashed over you like a wave, sending a shiver down your spine at the sight of the lifeless bodies lying across the floor. Panic laced your voice as you turned to face Rafe, desperation evident in your words. "Rafe? What the fuck are we going to do with the bodies?"

His response was surprisingly calm, his tone carrying an unsettling assurance. "Don't worry ‘bout that. I'll take care of it, a’ight?"

The eerie composure in his voice sent a chill down your spine, hinting at a familiarity with murdering that made your stomach churn. "What? How— how do you know how to clean up bodies?"

A sinister smirk crept onto his handsome features, causing you to furrow your brows in confusion and disbelief before his blue eyes stared deep into yours, holding you in their gaze with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. “Princess, what do you think happened to poor Jake last month? And Dylan before that?”

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starkwlkr · 3 months

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I LOVE YOUR CHARLES FICS ESPECIALLY THE RUBY ONES OMG! This might sound strange, but could you write one where Y/N gets tired of the paparazzi and tries to physically fight a reporter? Kinda like the björk reporter incident in the 90’s. I wanna hear Charles and ruby’s reactions!

that’s my wife! | charles leclerc

charles: you know the only reason i got married was so i could yell that’s my wife whenever i wanted?

also i made it SLIGHTLY different so instead of fighting the paparazzi, mama leclerc throws hands with toxic f1 fanboys 😍

Y/n always hated paparazzi, it was no surprise. She knew from the start of her relationship with Charles that she would be photographed whenever they stepped out. She knew what she was getting herself into when she started dating Charles and she tried to ignore it. It worked for a couple years and then Ruby and Mathéo came along. Being a mother changed Y/n. She was more protective of her children and husband.

When she wasn’t in the paddock, she was back home in Monaco with the kids and Pascale. The wag pages updated on where she was and some fans would try to find her.

During the week that Charles was away, Y/n was out with the kids in sunny Monaco. Ruby needed new school supplies and Y/n needed to buy Mathéo new clothes so she took both of her kids to the store. Charles has told her many times to at least have someone with her when she went out, but Y/n didn’t think it was necessary.

“Maman! Can I have this one?” Ruby pointed to a pink backpack that was on a window display.

“You already have a backpack, my love, we are only buying items we need like journals and books for you and new clothes for Théo, okay? And maybe we’ll get ice cream after. How does that sound?” Y/n asked the little girl, who seemed bummed that she wasn’t getting the pretty pink backpack she saw, but cheered up when her maman mentioned ice cream.

Ruby held onto the stroller as the family of three walked the sidewalk to the nearest store that sold school supplies. That’s when Ruby noticed a man pointing his phone at them. She wondered why and asked her maman.

“Let’s go inside, quickly.” Y/n told Ruby as they finally made it to the store.

“Why is he staring?” Ruby stared back at the man and even stuck out her tongue at him when he wouldn’t stop recording.

“Don’t pay attention, Ruby Jules. Let’s go.” Y/n grabbed Ruby’s hand.

“I don’t like him, maman.” Ruby whispered.

“I don’t either,” Y/n sighed as she started her shopping. But the man, who was still recording, decided to make her day worse.

“Tell Charles that Max is the better driver!” He was clearly trying to get a reaction out of her. “Fuck Ferrari!”

And suddenly, Y/n had so much anger built up in her that it made her snatch the phone from the man’s hands and throw it as far as possible. It practically landed on the other side of the shop.

“What the fuck!”

“Don’t ever disrespect my husband like that. Have the day you deserve, shithead.” Y/n turned the stroller holding a sleeping Mathéo and grabbed Ruby’s hand. “Fuck you.” She pushed past the man as she exited the shop.

As the mom had her back turned, Ruby stuck her tongue out again at the stranger.

“And then maman said a bad word and we left! But the phone flew so far and the man looked like he was going to cry!” Ruby said enthusiastically into the phone. Charles was still gone, but news spread of the incident in the shop. Most people were defending Y/n’s actions since the man was clearly harassing the family.

“Really? So maman almost made a grown man cry, that’s my wife!” Charles laughed. Before talking with Ruby on the phone, he had gotten the full story from his wife.

“That’s my maman!” Ruby yelled.

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redbullgirly · 3 months

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Million Dollar Man [LS18 smau]

Lance Stroll x reader [social media au]

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Summary: Lance's girlfriend isn't afraid to show how much her boyfriend loves and spoils her. Unfortunately, "fans" seem to think she's a gold digger. But who would Lance and Y/N bee if they just let it slide?

Warnings: A lot of hate towards the reader by online trolls and just toxic fans, at the end she and Lance shuts them up but if you're not in the right head-space to read this, then please don't.

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yourusername life lately... how about you? 🍰💐

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user1 more like: life lately 💸💸💸

user2 LOL

lance_stroll life lately has been great ❤️

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user3 Lance don't worry we're going to save you!!

user4 our guy is lyinggggg i can feel it

user5 Oh my god let them live a happy life you trolls🤦‍♀️

user6 how can you know it's happy when she clearly uses him for money?🤨

user5 And how can you know it's not? Besides I don't think she uses him for anything🤷‍♀️

user4 then your just as naive as him user5 lol

user7 she's so classy a love it!😻

user8 Can she even drive or she just wanted to take a photo in his car?

fernandoalo_oficial You are slaying Queen!😉

fernandoalo_oficial Did I do it correctly yourusername?

yourusername it's great nando, just please never use that emoji again and you'll be ready do graduate from my gen-z university!

fernandoalo_oficial Damn it I knew all you use these days is this one: 💀

yourusername 💀

user9 OKAY I DON'T CARE ABOUT ANYTHING ANYONE SAYS ABOUT HER AND LANCE CAUSE I LOVE Y/N AND NANDO INTERACTIONS MORE THAN MY OWN LIFE!!

user10 i'm convinced she holds both aston drivers hostage in her basement and is forcing them to comment on her posts

user11 It's probably not even her own basement but Lance's😭

user12 nah she ain't even that pretty

user13 omg no way this post is the way I found out lance mf stroll has a girlfriend?🤠

user14 GIRL you have so much lore to catch up on

user15 Yeah welcome to the worst wag ever fandom xd

user13 wait I'm so confused... why do we hate her???

user14 bc she's basically a gold digger, like from the moment her and lance started dating she's been posting only about shopping and showing off herself and her bf's money

user12 plus she ugly af

user15 Yeah and there are rumors on twitter about her being really mean to everyone and that the whole paddock hates her and stuff...

user13 okay I get that but tbh we can't believe everything that's on f1 twitter

user14 idc she's a bitch even without the rumors

user15 I can tell Y/N is trying so hard to have the rich girly aesthetic... it's actually embarrassing😂

astonmartin Wow you have a great car right there😍

user16 more like her sugar daddy lance has it lol XD

user17 guys be fr if you had a rich boy you'd be spending his money too!!!

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yourusername thank you spa for having me! what a race, congrats to my favourite driver lance_stroll on p9 & his teammate fernandoalo_oficial on p5! great team work, hope to see you on another grand prix in the future astonmartinf1 💚🏆

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astonmartinf1 we hope to see you on another grand prix as well Y/N!🤩

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user1 you don't have to lie admin, it's waste of money on her... better give the paddock pass to someone else

astonmartinf1 well, we definitely won't give it to you user1, so no need to worry about it 😙

user2 daaaamn, the admin is coming for y'all haters

user3 Of course she had to wear the racing suit... c'mon that's so embarrassing🙄

user4 actually it's pretty normal, I'm pretty sure Max's gf also wore his racing suit at some point

user3 Yeah but I at least like and respect Kelly... Y/N is a horrible gold digger

user4 well then I'm pretty sure it's your problem, not hers🤷��♀️

user5 girl stop pretending you care about racing we all know you do it just for pr and cash xdd

user6 Honestly I'm not a Lance Stroll fan, but he deserves someone better than her...

lance_stroll Thank you to my favourite wag! 🥳❤️

yourusername love you baby!!!💞

user7 favourite wag😂 good joke😂😂

user8 am I the only one who finds their interaction cute??

user9 yeah you are user8... like just look at it, it's so forced... wouldn't be surprising if their whole relationship was fake

user10 You can hate on her all you want, but she's actually gorgeous in the third pic😻

user11 YUUUCCKK🤮🤮🤮

user12 you see I would be fine with this post if she didn't have to show off the aston martin car again!!!

user13 Hey did you notice she tagged Nando in the caption and he didn't reply to her? I call it ✨karma✨ lol

user14 maybe he escaped from her basement😭

user15 💚💚

user16 sorry but I can't help it. There's just something fishy about Y/N and I can't bring myself to like her at all

user17 Guys who is this girl and why does she get more hate in her comments than hailey bieber??💀

user18 I hate how she makes the whole Grand Prix about herself

user19 no but fr... like honey, idc about you and your favourite driveeer

user20 Tf?? She literally called LANCE her favourite driver how is that about her... you haters are so dumb🤦‍♀️

user21 I bet she read the comments on twitter about how she's bad gf for not going to any races and decided to fix her image by this XD

user19 lmfao didn't probably work the way she hoped

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lance_stroll As some of you now, I am not very active on social media. Today I'm making an exception for Y/N, my lovely girlfriend I've been dating for almost a year now. She is one of the greatest, most kind, caring and selfless people I know. I don't know where the idea of our relationship being unhappy, one-sided or even insincere came from, but I would like to make it very clear once and for all that these assumptions are as far from the truth as they can be.

In my life, I experienced a lot of hateful comments and reactions myself. It is not something I wish anyone should have to go through and it's disgusting. I love Y/N with all my heart and I hope that one day, she'll make me the happiest man alive and allows me to marry her, build a family together. No one will ever again speak about her in an inappropriate way, or they'll be blocked and possibly face legal actions taken agains them. I am very serious about this.

Y/N, I'm not afraid to call you the love of my life. I never want to see you cry because of some meaningless hater. Love you to the moon and back, sweetheart ❤️

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user1 It's just so heartbreaking how Lance himself had to go through so many waves of hate because of his dad and now he had to watch Y/N go through it too...😓

yourusername love you to the moon and back too lance!!!💖

lance_stroll Wouldn't have it any other way honey!😌

user2 you know it's serious when sebastianvettel shows up

astonmartinf1 once the it couple, always the it couple!💚 proud to say we were never a hater😘

user3 i still think it's fake

fernandoalo_oficial and I think you are fake🤪

user4 LMAO nando come and get the haters lets goooo

user5 That's how you shut them up xd

fernandoalo_oficial how do you children say it? I AM LANCEY/N DEFENDER

user4 yeah yeah nando exactly that or you can say your a lancey/n truther

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user5 omg I can't believe I just had online conversation with THE Fernando Alonso😭

user4 GIRL ME TOO AND HE EVEN LIKED MY COMMENT😭😭

f1 What a beautiful couple you are!🙌 Hope to see you in the paddock after summer break!😏

user6 "they'll be blocked and possibly face legal actions taken agains them" daaammmnn man is standing on business here

user7 Tbh I never understood why y'all hated on her sm she's literally so beautiful and seems kind as well🤷‍♀️

lilymhe pretty giiiirl

lance_stroll I couldn't agree more!❤️

yourusername oh stop you two I'm blushing

user8 Can we take a moment to appreciate how beautifully the caption is written?🥹 Lance really has some poetic talent!

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user9 aaah she's still a gold digger and he's too blind to see it😂

user10 Yeah she probably charmed him in bed or sm

user11 Ohh user9 and user10... I wonder how it feels to know Lance and probably some other drivers hate you🫢

chloestroll My brother and my future sister-in-law!🥰

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user12 im actually so happy to see y/n replying to some of the comments and just being active without so much hate on her now!!!

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yourusername they say if he wanted to he would... I say he wants to so he does 🌹❤️

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lilymhe she ate you jealous people up with that caption

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lilymhe also alex_albon me when??

dior Wow!❤️‍🔥

lance_stroll That's what real men do instead of trolling others on the internet.

yourusername daaammn baby

lance_stroll What? I'm just stating facts 😌

kellypiquet shopping trip to Paris when?😍

yourusername anytime you want!!!💕

astonmartinf1 So lucky to (basically) have you on our team💚

fernandoalo_oficial I call that a slay admin

astonmartinf1 ...should I tell him slay is kinda out dated??

yourusername aaah let him have his moment

fernandoalo_oficial WHAT?! YOU TRAITORS I THOUGH I WAS GEN-Z APPROVED

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Author's note: I hope you liked my first ever social media au story! I'll be glad for every feedback, comment, like, reblog and everything! You can definitely send me asks and requests for another smau's and even 'normal' fanfictions. Have a great day!

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pairing: slytherin!toxic!jenna ortega x ravenclaw!fem reader

summary: jenna loves to joke around, you both know it. as she gets braver and braver with her jokes, it comes with a price, eventually hurting you and taking away something you loved most.

warnings: slight angst, teasing remarks, heavy makeout scene, rushed ending, enemies to lovers

word count: 5.2k+

based off request!

Jenna criticizes literally everything about R's performance (J's an ass here 😓), while R is actually starting to get really pressured, J would always have something to say, thennn R gets tired of J's bs and begins focusing on themselves more, which would lead to R ignoring J for atleast a month or two, obviously J's pride is awfully. THEN J CONFESSES TO HER FRIEND, (how inlove she is w R and how she misses R sm) WITHOUT KNOWING THAT R IS NEARBY, OVERHEARING EVERYTHING. 😍😍 A DAY AFTER... R JUST TAKES J IN A PRIVATE ROOM AND KISSING TF OUTTA HER.

Slytherin Jenna! x Ravenclaw R!

Your test paper gets put on your desk, your teacher murmuring a small, “I expected better, Y/N.”

There was a 65% circled in red and it made you sick to your stomach, you had never gotten a low score before, especially in potions. You knew your concoctions and effects, you swear you had mixed everything perfectly. You groan in frustration, cursing to yourself.

Your hand scrunches, breathing in deeply as you ruffle your hair, now hearing the voice of the person you would rather befriend a frog with and use them first as a sacrifice for a blood sucking demon.

“How can someone fail a potions exam? You managed to get first place for being the biggest dweeb, messing up the easiest class.” Jenna slightly smirks, teasingly as she approaches you and whispers sharply in your ear, your eyes glaring at her. “It’s impressive you didn’t notice a small switch of potions. All I did was switch the labels of the potions which had the same color and you didn’t even notice.”

Of course she switched up the potions to set you up for failing, “You know how important this is to me.”

“Aw.. I’m so sorry Y/N,” she mocks, “What a pity.” She pouts, “I don’t care.”

You want to smack her in the face, maybe throw that explosive potion you made to melt off her face, but you don’t. At this point you’re thinking of something to get her back, packing your spell books.

“I swear she won’t get off my shoulders, I haven’t done a single damn thing to Ortega.”

Emma laughs, nudging you, “Maybe she just likes teasing someone sweet like you.”

An annoyed exhale leaves your lips, not knowing what she meant by that, “Well she better stop it,” you grab your broom stick.

Your friend thinks a little, “Just put a small spell on her broomstick! Nothing, you know, to make her hurt, just maybe throw her off balance.”

That interests you, you're trying to think of a sparkle you could just add onto hers. You notice she hasn’t gone to class yet and clearly you can see the large stick hidden between her name. As you approach, your fingers touch the stick, feeling the way your body immediately focuses, then you pull your finger away to go back to Emma. You feel like you shouldn’t, but you don’t feel a single ounce of guilt as a smirk forms when you reach her.

“Come on,” you urge, taking Emma’s hand as you make your way outside with your broom sticks.

You use your right hand, grabbing it forward as Mrs. Hooch stays on the side, watching. You’ve all gotten the hang of it either way, it’s rare for some people to fall.

“Up!” Emma and you say in unison, seeing your sticks fly up as you smile at each other and hop on, ready for a flight.

You giggle, feeling yourself ascend.

“Y/L/N,” You hear Jenna’s voice behind you, making your figure turn to face her. You see her stiffen.

Emma gives you a look, cunning.

“Ortega,” you greet, not so politely, but not rude nonetheless.

“I’d challenge you to a racing match, but I do know that your ass is scared that I’ll beat and outrun you in seconds.”

You give out a snarky laugh, “I highly doubt you could even reach me by the time I ascend. I’m better at you than flying, we both know that.”

Jenna does know that, sort of. And she doesn’t want you to prove it, not during flight class while everyone is watching.

“Unless you’ve changed your mind and don’t want to challenge me, niñita,” you respond again, seeing the way Jenna was thinking.

“Then I challenge you,”

“And I accept.”

Emma nudges you, you hear her whisper in your ear, “Well, she’d probably complain, you did sort of spell her broom and she’d notice as soon as she’d get on.”

A grin forms on your lips, tearing your eyes from the tiny Jenna, “Well, I spelled it so that if Jenna were to try anything, cause that’s the bitch she is, the spell would take effect. I’m not entirely making myself win at all. I know for a fact she’d try to make me loose, she doesn’t want to lose at all, well at least to me. I know her long enough to know she’d put a spell to make me lose balance, Em.”

You see Hooch in the corner of your eye, “Plus, Hooch is watching everything, and because I spelled her broom before hand, nothing will happen until she aims some spell at me. Hooch will see that, or at least a little sparkle and chant of words. But she won’t see mine, since I spelled it before, and she’ll just think Jenna lost her balance trying to spell me.”

Emma looks at you, not knowing if you should go on.

“Em! Seriously, Jenna has been making me miserable this year, and I haven’t done anything. This is just a playful harmless thing. It’s the least I can do. I could’ve spawned a rat in her dorm that follows her everywhere!”

“Go, I sort of want to see her fall.”

The grin that disappeared forms again, winking at her as you hop back on your broom.

Then you two are off.

You rush through the field, feeling the wind blow through your hair. You loved feeling that cool breeze, it’s unreal, flying is your favorite thing to do.

Jennas not far behind, but far enough to know that you’ll win.

She groans to herself, watching your pretty, she meant nasty figure speed ahead.

The brunette’s eyes narrow, she wasn’t going to let you win without a fight, she focuses on your broom, she’s close enough to do something.

The wind is making your hair go crazy, but in a good way. Everyone is waiting their turn from below, watching you race through the course. Fast enough to feel their hair blow from your swiftness.

An exhale pasts her lips, you can see her trying to come closer, or almost urging you to slow down. But you don’t, of course you won’t. You speed faster, dodging an incoming tree and turning a corner.

Jenna feels blood rushing through her ears, murmuring something under her breath as she gets ready to swish through you and laugh.

She begins the spell, feeling her fingertips slightly tingle. But as soon as she’s about to shoot a spark, her hands let go and she sees the blue flying spark stumble towards you. Instead of it hitting your broom and making it shake, your hair flies through the wind and it shoots back at her.

Jenna yelps, feeling the way her broom starts to shake.

Emma giggles from the sidelines, as soon as you pass the blonde’s figure, you send her a thumbs up and a knowing wink.

God finally.

The brunette loses her balance, feeling the broom shake left and right, she’s clinging onto it tightly, smacks her head on loose branches. She feels herself slow down to regain a steady pace, but as she speeds up again, you’re already gone, swerving a corner.

The tiny brunette grumbles from the benches, watching you smile and jump up and down.

“Impressive play out there, Y/N. You just might be our best flier out there, keep your swift performance and you’ll be on for Quidditch.”

You already knew you’d win, even if Jenna hit your broom with her spell. You’ve won every time racing against the class.

You approach her, giving her a half-hearted smile, you’d take it as a smirk.

“Well, someone tried to cheat.”

You hear her huff, and it makes you giggle, you brush off the stick that is stuck in her hair.

“I regret doing that, Em, that tiny tiny 3 foot 1 foot cockroach is making me fall into her traps,” you murmur, stomping your foot.

“At least you got a taste of revenge, Y/N.”

“I guess so,” you say, sinking into your seat, you feel yourself begin to find her playful and harmless banters to be stressful by every joke and scandal that girl plays.

As Quidditch season approaches, Jenna swipes her hair to the side, tying it up as you watch her with narrow eyes. It’s just a regular racing match this time. No ball. Just two talented people against each other.

Well, one more talented than the other, you think to yourself

Hooch brings you two together, in which you stare each other down, your gaze not faltering on each other.

“Goodluck, I wish you two a fair match.”

You two shake hands, though you both won’t admit it was a genuine one. You give Jenna a final glare before gazing back at the field, focusing.

“Ready?” Hooch says, you don’t respond, just a subtle nod.

“And.. Up!”

You and Jenna shout at your brooms.

“Up!” you command, seeing your favorite item fly up, you jump on it.

Then you both swing off.

Again, not long after, does Hooch see the way your practicing and after school matches with friends are working well. You’re much farther than Jenna is, and again, it’s like no other match. But this time Jenna isn’t going to let you win again.

She growls, casting spells onto your broom and immediately, you feel your broom slow down.

“What the hell.” You mutter to yourself, you dive down. But it seems like your broom isn’t listening.

It’s swishing up and down, left to right, and you steady yourself, but you’re shaking.

You're swinging back and forth and you're losing control, you can’t make your broom stop. It’s not like just a shake of your broom and you lose balance before catching yourself, this time it’s worse. Your broom isn’t listening.

You scream to yourself, not too loud. But Mrs. Hooch can see the way Jenna is catching up, she knows Jenna did something, but it’s not looking good. Sure playful banters were okay.

But instead of dodging a tree, you smack your head straight into the leafiness, feeling the thorns of the leaves sink and cut beneath your eye. Jenna swishes through you, not looking back. The pain immediately comes through, harsh stings roaring through your skin. You cry out, completely losing balance on your broom, crashing into the tree harshly and feeling your head bang into the wood.

Jenna still hasn’t noticed the damage she’s caused.

You feel yourself fall.

Farther and farther.

Till your body crashes down on the grassy field, your bones from the fall aren’t helping. You hear the way they crack. And then you feel warm blood trickling down your forehead and down from the cut on your eye. You whimper.

Black spots invade your vision and you feel carsick. But you know you’re not in a car.

Your eyes flutter, making a soft groan as Emma approaches you. You can barely see her worried face but you know she’s scared.

“Y/N, can you hear me?” She says, it’s muffled. You don’t respond, her figure is blurry, you can barely see her blue eyes.

Before you can even think of a response, your eyes shut.

And as Jenna reaches the finish line, she just turns around, to notice you at least tens of feet below from her, collapsed on the ground and curled up. She can’t help but feel a gasp fall from her lips, diving down and getting off her broom stick.

She didn’t mean for it to get this chaotic, she was just hoping you’d crash into a branch and get all angry and fussy. Not get hurt. As she approaches closer, she sees blood trickling down your face as your chest heaves up and down. Emma looks at you, worriedly as everyone surrounds you two.

Jenna feels something that she doesn’t want to admit, she feels guilty for hurting you. You had barely done anything to her, but she’s messed with you countless times, you’ve gotten in trouble for it.

And you never ratted her out. The one time you decide to get her back, she’s taken things too far.

“God,” she murmurs, her voice betraying her as she pushes through the crowds of people, “Is she okay?”

The way her friend turns to her, your best friend looks like she’s about to explode, “Does she look okay? DOES SHE LOOK OKAY JENNA? What the hell were you thinking?” the blonde says the last part half aloud, where only Ortega can hear.

“I didn’t think she’d get hurt!” Jenna retorts, kneeling down and putting her hesitant hand over your chest, feeling the way it was beating quickly, chest going up and down, up down.

Immediately nurses come and drag you out, Emma following you as they take you to the infirmary.

Jenna feels herself following too, until Hooch catches up with her.

“Ortega!” Her voice is loud, screeching as she pulls Jenna off to the side, “what on earth do you think you were doing? You’ve gotten Y/N seriously hurt because of a stupid practice match! Don’t think I didn’t catch the lame spell you’ve cast.” her eyes are wild, angry, “You know we don’t allow spells on the battlefield, I know some of Hogwarts students have broken it, but it’s never been so severe, you’ve hurt her tremendously. She’s bleeding, and I think she’ll suffer some sprains.”

Jenna nods, she understands. Sort of. She wants to understand, she knows what she did was bad. Hooch takes a deep breath, “I’m disappointed with you.”

“Unfortunately, I don’t know if Y/N will heal in three months, she’s been our best and fastest player, with quick decisions and speedy moves. She might have to sit out on Quidditch, I was looking forward to taking the trophy this season. And I would disqualify you, send you to detention after school everyday till she properly heals,” Hooch takes a deep breath, “But you have to be one of our players because you have the ability to. That doesn’t mean that you won’t get detention. I’ll even ask Dumbledore to exclude you from house games.

God, Jenna didn’t mean to make you be kicked out this season. She knew how much you wanted it. She can’t help but feel guilty.

Hooch’s voice once again speaks up, “And I expect you to apologize and pay her a visit. You two have never gotten along, but I know you both care about each other. Even if it’s slight.”

A soft nod leaves her, her eyes lingering on your small figure that is now being taken to surgery. Maybe she’ll slow down with the pranks.

As soon as visitors are allowed in, Jenna begins to stand up and approach your door.

“Ortega, what the hell do you think you’re doing? Don’t open that door,” it’s Emma's voice, but this time she sounds much more angry. Unlike the voice the brunette is used to hearing.

The way Jenna stands there, Emma narrows her eyes, “You’ve already hurt her, what more can you need? Unplug the oxygen tank and start laughing your stubborn ass up? I don’t think so.”

She was taken by surprise, the fact that both you and Emma have gotten used to her tricks, she feels herself biting her lip.

“N-no.. No, not anything like that. I just wanted to apologize. I know my tricks have gone a bit farther than expected.”

Emma approaches her, pressing her finger to Jenna’s chest, “You’ve hurt her more than enough, and I can see it. She’s done nothing to you! Nothing!” your best friend growls, and Jenna backs up.

“You just don’t understand how much you’ve pressured her! Because you’re too busy standing there like the spoiled person you are on your banters.”

Jenna smacks her hands off, raising both of her hands to show she’s ‘surrendering,’ “I know, I know Em! Just let me apologize.”

“Not when she’s just about to wake up, you wouldn’t want the least expected person who hurt you to show up as soon as you wake up. Give her time,” the blonde grumbles, shushing her back to her seat as she enters your room. Jenna stands up again, noticing you're still unconscious.

Emma can feel her presence, and decides not to turn back as she sits on the chair next to you. Your face lost its color. None of the pink shade that tinted your cheeks when Jenna teased you. The pink shade that she wanted to see was gone, replaced by a pale, tired face, sound asleep.

There were cuts all over you, she saw some bruises and there was a big bandage wrapped around your right cheek. She also saw a deep cut that was gauzed up in your arm. She winced. A few broken bones maybe.

She didn’t know it was this bad. The only noise was Emma’s sniffles, and the small beep of your heartbeat’s monitor. Jenna sighs, scooting closer and hesitantly bringing her hand close to your face. She felt like if she were to touch you, you would turn into dust.

Her hand gently traces your fast, your nose slightly twitches, but she knows you’re too weak to move or wake up. Then she brushes through your hair, it’s weird beginning to see all the times she’s treated you wrongly as something she shouldn’t have done. Each trick got worse than the other, more risky of being harmed. And now look at you, all broken and bruised.

I didn’t mean it, Jenna thinks, looking down at your tiny figure.

I really didn’t mean it.

Your eyes flutter closed, and immediately you close them again, groaning from the whitest most lightest light you’ve ever encountered, covering yourself with a blanket. As soon as you move, you moan softly in pain, feeling pain roar through your body.

“Stay still,” you hear a familiar voice say, you can’t lend your finger on it. It sounds pretty, and before you can process it your brain switches that thought off. It’s your annoying rival that casted a spell that got you here in the first place. Jenna stupid Ortega.

You grunt, looking up at her, you feel bandages around you, avoiding contact with the brunette.

“Emma should be back soon, she was getting some flowers for you.”

“Good, then you can leave.”

Harsh.

You hear the way Jenna sighs, and you shake it off, turning slightly so you can face the entertaining wall instead of her.

“Look Y/N, I’m sorry.”

“Please, can’t you see I’m apologizing?”

“No, Jenna. You knew I didn’t like these things you did to me before. And you decide to apologize now? Do you think it’s going to make me forgive you just like that?” You say, turning back at her, a storm brews behind your eyes.

“I can’t participate in the one thing I was looking forward to this season! Just because you put this spell that you knew could harm me badly! You knew I wanted to be in Quidditch!” Jenna winces at your increasing voice.

“You could’ve been on the team too! It’s not just one of us! But you got your actions in the way before you could even think! And now you want to apologize?” It's loud, your voice begins to falter a little. Your shoulders untense, and Jenna can hear the monitor of your heart increase by four times, she shushes you, pulling you onto your back.

“Stop,” she says, her voice is too soft for your liking, you can’t think. Too much is going on in your mind, “Please.”

“Get out Jenna.”

“W-what? You don’t understand.. I’m trying to-”

“Jenna, get the hell out!” You snap, your eyes filled to the max with unshed tears.

You stay silent, before cracking out a tiny, “Please.”

And like that, Jenna walks out of the room, murmuring an “I’m sorry.”

Just this time, she really wanted you to know that she meant it.

It’s been a month, and by now your arm was barely healing, and there was a stupid ugly mark of a cut on your face. The pain was harsh, if your arm didn’t heal by the time Quidditch began, all your practice and effort would flush down the drain. It scared you.

As bad as the pain got, your mark would probably never fade, there would always be a purple cut marked under your eye. Even once it’s completely healed, ones that meet you will notice your cut, in a lighter shade than your actual skin tone. It made you cry every night, silently.

It was stupid to cry over, your deep bruises weren’t even close to healing. Every time you would accidentally press into it, you’d shriek in pain. You felt insecure of yourself. It didn’t feel good, every time you’d look at yourself in the mirror there would be your healing cuts scarred over your body.

“It looks s-so ugly..” You hiccup, looking at yourself in the mirror, Emma by your side as she shakes her head, “Nonsense, it’s okay.”

“It might never go away.”

“And that’s okay, when you're older, you’ll find it silly, I promise. It’s a reminder of being here, and to remind you that competition is less superior when it comes to safety.”

You can’t help but feel yourself shrink, watching the scar on your face haunt you.

Jenna sees you in the hallways, you're in half her classes. But every single time she looks at you, you’re never looking her way. Not like before. Not when exam scores are passed out during Snape or McGonagall when you usually turn around and she waves her high score in the air, but you always wave yours back, grinning happily when you got one percent higher than her. She found you annoying, but now she feels like she’s taken you for granted. You were the one who taught her how to properly care for her plant in Herbology, although most of the time she’s retained information from the random songs and joking nerdy remarks.

Jenna hated sitting next to you in that class, she loved teasing you and making you explode from frustration. She hated the way you looked at her and had the ability to somehow use some Hogwarts nonsense to make her think back at your smile.

It was something you did to her, it couldn’t have been herself, she’d never be thinking of your smile or you in general. You must’ve casted a spell on her.

Yet she remembers that she’s thinking about you right now.

Anyways, she hated the way you smirked at her and kept kicking your feet to hers, then growing some mushroom on her damn shoe.

“What the fuck Y/N? Why is there a green toadstool on my fucking foot?” She says, angrily as you laugh and fall out of your seat. She tries shaking off the small mushroom with her foot, but then it makes it grow even bigger.

And by the end of the day there is a 20 foot mushroom on her shoe, shading her as she walks home, heading straight for the knife to cut it off.

The thought made her smile a bit. She didn’t want to admit it, she didn’t know how you did it. Or maybe when she kept tapping her pen to purposely annoy you, then when you snapped, light blue sparkles flew out of your mouth and made your voice sound wonky.

Now, you barely looked at her. For the entirety of when you were gone, you had to catch up. She felt a little relieved, you could finally talk to her by asking for notes. Didn’t want to admit the pit in her chest when you asked the person behind you.

I’m sorry, Jenna thinks, she wants to scream at you and apologize until you forgive her.

You ignored her, and she knew she deserved it. She treated you so wrongly. Sure she knew you never mind those moments she looked back to, but she knew that she grew more and more brave with her pranks, growing less and less cautious of even thinking of your safety and feelings.

She hates seeing that look in your eyes as everyone in Hooch’s class shouts, “Up!” with excitement, and you sit there, alone on the bleachers as you watch.

As you watch your whole class fly off, Emma giving you a small, concerned look, and a tight-lipped, forceful smile forms on your lips, assuring you were fine.

She hates the way she can remember the smile leaving your lips as Emma leaves off for the race, then looking down with melancholy traced in your features.

I’m sorry.

The shorter brunette can’t stand the way you look at everyone fly off, knowing that someone that you know won’t be you will probably take your place in Quidditch. She can see it in your eyes, kicking the dirt, hoping that somehow you can kick the pain and broken limbs away.

This time, she can’t tear your eyes away from your tiny figure.

Yet she knows that you won’t even look at her, never noticing the sympathetic stares she gives you, replaced with the ones once filled with competition.

Emma’s voice is dull, almost like she doesn’t want to talk to Jenna after the incident.

“You’re seriously asking me to have Y/N talk to you?” she questions, looking at her with suspicion.

“Please, Em! It’s been a month, and I’ve been trying to apologize.”

The blonde crosses her arms, trying to defend you, “Well what if she doesn’t want to talk to you or apologize?”

“I don’t care!” Jenna throws her arms in the air, “I know what I did was wrong and if I’m being honest, class is getting boring without having her competition and silly remarks behind my back.”

Jenna freezes, what she says kind of sounds weird.

Emma hums, then she turns to Jenna, “So, what are you saying Jenna?”

“I care about her!” She groans, rubbing her cheeks, “I’m starting to think that I’ve cared about her since I met her but didn’t know till my actions got her hurt. I was going to apologize but now I’m shitting desperate. She won’t get out of my mind and.. I don’t know!”

Jenna groans, trying to think of what this was, “I just keep thinking about the things she doesn’t do anymore, and it’s sad not having her by my side. I feel guilty. And I need to apologize even more so she can get out of my head! Em, please, I can’t get that stupid silly cute smile out of my head. And I can’t damn focus knowing that the girl that sits next to me in McGonagall is full on avoiding me!”

She doesn’t realize the way she’s been rambling, she looks at Emma, whose face expression has changed. In some way, she’s slightly having a grin on her face, “You’re in love with her.”

“What? I don’t know! Maybe, I just-I feel bad, and I want to apologize and make it okay again. It’s just so dull and I’ll.. I don’t even fucking know. I just miss her and the way it used to be.”

“You should’ve told me that,” your soft voice sing-songs from behind her, making her tense up and turn around.

“Y/N,” Jenna stutters.

“Jenna,” you mumble, voice slightly breathy.

“I didn’t think you were-” she squeals in surprise as you drag her by the arm, panting softly as you drag her into a room, god who knows what Hogwarts classroom this is.

“Look Y/N, I’m sorry, but why are we in someones-mmph.” You seal her lips with a random spell under your lips and you place your finger to her mouth.

You slightly smirk, god she missed it, she looks down at your lips, she rolls her eyes, “Apologize to me and I’ll let you do what you’ve wanted to do.” You undo your spell, taking off your finger from her mouth as she begins to speak.

“Wha?-”

“Go on.”

You were teasing her, and she breathed, “Okay, I’m sorry. For hurting you, I know I went too far,” she was rambling as she speaks a little faster, “I didn’t mean to hurt you, I just felt more brave as much as I teased you and I know I went too far this time. And I promise I didn’t try to hurt you, I know how much Quidditch meant to you..” she gulps again, taking a breath. “What I did led to a lot of things, and I’ve noticed the way I grew upset when I knew you began to avoid me, and I’ll admit I miss you.” Jenna says the last part hesitantly.

The brunette looked up at you and you were looking at her, hesitant eyes, but almost filled with need? She now noticed the more visible cut on your eye, and you look away, seeing her gaze on the mark you were most insecure on, you cover your face.

“Stop that,” Jenna smacks your hands away and it feels like her hesitation swept away, she slowly reached up to cup your cheeks, in which your uncertainty melted. She looks at the mark, it was better than when she saw you unconscious on the floor. That’s all that matters. She wants to roll her eyes but now she feels weird when she does that.

“Does it hurt?”

You shake your head, “Just a little.”

"I'm sorry about Quidditch."

"I'm still angry about that, my arm should heal soon though, before it starts."

.. An awkward silence passes, then you look down at her pink lips.

Jenna hums, then you tug her closer, making a small whine.

“Please kiss me.”

Jenna’s eyes widen, taking her hands away from your cheeks.

“What?”

“Please,” you plead, your eyes filled with want.

Her eyes flicker from your lips as she cups your cheeks again and brings you to her mouth. As they meet, you’re all small and soft moans, kissing her with need. Hunger. It’s different. Teasing you doesn’t come with words, she’s teasing you with her mouth, feeling the way you grip onto her.

More more more, don’t stop.

You taste exactly how Jenna thought you would, but just so much better. So addicting, it makes her mind spin with you. Coca cola and addictive vanilla. It mixes well with the taste of hers, you let her capture your tongue. It’s feverish, tongue and want combined. She indulges in the way you make a tiny moan as she nibbles your tongue. Your wanting lips push harder to hers, your body pressing against her as you slightly find something to grind against.

It’s heated and different. She tugs you closer, finding it adorable as you pull away for a tiny breath, then continue, like you don’t want to stop feeling her lips on yours. Her hands. Your fingers tugging against her hair.

Long moments after you pull away, you both are panting, your head buried deep into her chest. She rubs your hair.

“I didn’t think you were that experienced,” you whisper.

She rolls her eyes, pressing her lips to your forehead, “I didn’t think you’d pull me into a room and start begging me to kiss you and make out with you.”

“Mm..”

“Well, did my kisses grant your forgiveness for me?

“Maybe.”

“What if I give you another round?”

She smirks, seeing the way you lean back into her.

“Deal.”

She presses her lips that just left yours once again, feeling your hands tangle back into her hair.

#jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega x you #vada cavell x reader #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega imagine #tara carpenter x you #tara carpenter x reader #jenna marie ortega #jenna ortega smut #jenna ortega x y/n #harry potter au

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rhey-007 · 5 months

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Anger Harms Beauty

Lance Stroll x Alonso!reader

• | social media au / enemies to lovers

Summary: Your father setting you up for a horrible date with Lance, changed your both's indifference to a mutual hate. But when your inappropriate photos get leaked out the Canadian is first to defend and help you.

Warnings/Tags: female reader, fluff, mentions of revealing photos, toxic reader and Lance, mutual hate, enemies to lovers

A/N: I'm recently head over heels with Lance so you can expect more fics with him 🧍‍♀️ I also have a personal beef with his Vegas beard it's too much, the Brazil one was just perfect TwT

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lance_stroll just followed y/n._.alonso

y/n._.alonso just followed lance_stroll

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tagged: astonmartinf1, fernandoalo_oficial

•lance_stroll: Great weekend in Montreal! Thank you all! 💞

•fernandoalo_oficial: P3 and P7! We're rocking it!

•user1: can't believe Lance was P7...

•astonmartinf1: great performance from both drivers! Congrats! 👏🥳🎉

•y/n._.alonso: SHAVE OFF THAT GROSS DILL 🤢 you look older than my father and he's almost 50!

→ •fernandoalo_oficial: I'm not that old... :(

→ •y/n._.alonso: Lo siento papa 💞 (I'm sorry dad)

→ •lance_stroll: shave your armpits and then we can talk

→ •user2: Lance is savage 😮

→ •user3: that's more mean than savage

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•y/n._.alonso: 🥰🤤🍴

•fernandoalo_oficial: my baby should open a restaurant!!! 💞🤤

•user4: ah to be y/n and eat such delicious food whenever I want and still have a body of a goddess... TwT

•lance_stroll: you're gonna be fat if you eat all that

→ •y/n._.alonso: says a guy who eats the trashiest food ever

→ •lance_stroll: at least I work out and don't slump in bed 24/7

•bluebellhorner: best food I ate in like forever! 😍

→ •y/n._.alonso: thank you honey! 💞💞💞

•user5: I want to try it so bad 😭

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•lance_stroll: just bought this beauty and I can't get over how amazing it is! 😍

•estebanocon: good for you buddy! The best car you own for sure! 💪

•logansargeant: what a pretty beast! when's my turn for a ride?

→ •lance_stroll: whenever you'd like :)

•y/n._.alonso: you should buy yourself a new face not a car

→ •lance_stroll: some's jealous daddy won't buy them one 🤭

→ •y/n._.alonso: I can buy it myself I don't need daddy's money... Not like someone 🤭👉👈

→ •user6: •lance_stroll you got shot with your own weapon! XD

•user7: I want this car so much 😩

→ •user8: maybe one day... 🥲

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•y/n._.alonso: gym day with my girlie •yourbestie 💪🥊

•user9: I want that body yadi 😭

→ •user10: we all want that body yadi 🥲

•lance_stroll: oh look who started to go to the gym, wonder why... 🤔

→ •y/n._.alonso: shut up, you wouldn't even take my dad in a fight

→ •fernandoalo_oficial: don't even bring me into that...

→ •user11: the father has had enough 😂

→ •user12: he's done with both of them

→ •user13: why do they keep fighting under every post???

•yourbestie: I'm not going to the gym with you anymore... I can't walk now... 🥲

→ •y/n._.alonso: love you too hihi 🤭💞

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•y/n._.alonso: looking for a new boo 🤭💍

•yourbestie: great weekend so far! Can't wait for the rest! 😘

•user13: petition for y/n and bestie to adopt me as their new friend 🧍‍♀️🙋‍♀️

→ •user14: me too!

→ •logansargeant: I want too!

→ •user13: nu-uh, you would spy for Lance >:(

→ •logansargeant: 😔

•lance_stroll: You're not gonna find anyone there, too high level for you

→ •y/n._.alonso: you're ona a waaaay lower level than me 🙃

→ •lance_stroll: you wish

→ •y/n._.alonso: no. I know it 💅

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•y/n._.alonso: this guy... I can't 😭💞

Never thought he'll become the closest person for me in those hard times. He appeared in my apartment the same day those photos leaked out, arms stuffed with food, flower bouquets and a huuuge teddy bear plushie (I still have no idea how he managed to bring all those things upstairs in one go), ready to comfort me as long as I'd need it. •lance_stroll I'm sorry I was such a bitch, I love you 💞

And I withdraw my words that •fernandoalo_oficial has the worst taste in men. He knew way better than me from the start and I regret not giving Lance a second chance at the very beginning just as he suggested me to. I'm sorry dad, love you too 💞

•lance_stroll: I forgive you fatty ❤

→ •y/n._.alonso: don't even start or it'll end too soon -_-

→ •lance_stroll: sorry mami ❤

→ •user15: that is so cute I can't 😭💞

→ •user16: THEY ARE TOO CUTE KSXNDNBDJEJ

•fernandoalo_oficial: of course I was right 🧍‍♀️💅

→ •y/n._.alonso: Eres el mejor papa 💞 (you're the best dad)

→ •lance_stroll: •fernandoalo_oficial can I call you papa too now? :3

→ •fernandoalo_oficial: nope 🤨🧐

→ •lance_stroll: :(

•estebanocon: fucking finally! 🎉

→ •logansargeant: YEEES 💥💪 YOU GUYS SLAY

→ •yourbestie: stop...

•yourbestie: •lance_stroll our beef ain't ending here >:(

→ •lance_stroll: •y/n._.alonso❗ she's is threatening me again❗❗❗

→ •y/n._.alonso: don't even start... 🫥

→ •user17: AGAIN??? •yourbestie GURL WHAT DID YOU DO???

→ •yourbestie: 🤭💞

→ •user18: I bet she tried killing him more than once 😂

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milla-frenchy · 3 months

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Wolf like me - part 2

3k8 | Joel Miller x fem reader Summary: trying to understand your relationship with Joel, you awkwardly stir up his possessiveness Warnings: 18+ mdni. Mentions of somnophilia and anal, manhandling, oral (f/m), cum eating, slapping, spitting, biting, rough sex, dirty talk, degradation, piv, ass play, a little blood. Self abandonment, toxic relationship, possessiveness, jealousy, reader is looking for pain, Joel is not particularly nice and not caring either, angst. No age specified. a/n: @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog thank you for the beautiful edit of Joel with the wolf 😍🔥and for beta-ing me, as usual. ILY 💕🫶

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part 1

His feet were firmly planted on the ground, as his cock was sinking between your folds. His eyes locked with yours, he was pounding you against the front door.

You heard his heavy footsteps when you knocked, and he grabbed your arm as soon as he opened the door, then closed it back with the palm of his hand. Without waiting for you to put your things down, he pushed you against the door. He groaned, his forehead against yours.

He knelt down and pulled down your pants and panties, growling into your crotch as he took in your scent. His tongue slipped between your folds, eager to collect your wetness, which had begun to soak into the fabric of your underwear as soon as you walked up the stairs.

“Already soaked for me”, he murmured between two breaths. And you dug your fingers into his brown curls, as if you wanted him to devour you even more. Even if he couldn't be any closer. He grabbed one of your calves to lift your leg, placed your thigh on his shoulder and his tongue impatiently lapped at your pussy. He ran it flat, over and between your folds, then fucked you with it. You were already moaning, quickly becoming sensitive to his way of eating you. It was wild, feral. As if you were there to fill one of his needs. He pushed three fingers into your pussy, and his tongue swirled against your clit.

“Fuck, Joel”, you whimpered, feeling your orgasm building deep inside you. He growled again, as if your words bothered him. But you knew now that they only turned him on more.

As soon as you came, your pussy clenching on his fingers, he replaced them abruptly with his tongue, diving it deep between your folds. He wanted to feel you cum on his tongue. The pleasure had seized you so quickly that you were dizzy. When your spasms stopped, you were so shaky that you could barely stand on your feet. After getting up he didn’t bother to wipe his mouth and his chin, both dripping, and already, his tongue was searching for yours. Mixing your wetness with your saliva and his. His beard rubbed against your skin, and you loved feeling the raw contact. He was wearing only jeans that he quickly pulled down under his cock and his balls, and his thick fingers gripped his shaft, guiding it into your depths.

And now he was pounding you, quickly, his hands tight on your thighs wrapped around his waist. You gripped his shoulders with your hands to hold him against you and feel his warmth, but he grunted, “Wanna look at you while you’re taking my cock.” His piercing gaze was plunged into yours, as if he was probing your soul. His intensity made it barely impossible to hold his glance. His cock pierced you with every thrust of his hips, so violently that you no longer knew whether you felt pleasure or pain. But you didn't care. You just wanted to feel something, and that was what he was giving you. He lowered his pace and tilted his pelvis, now thrusting against your G spot, at a slower but deeper rhythm. You bit your lip and he smirked.

“Can feel your cunt squeezing me.”

You closed your eyes as you felt the wave grow, ready to break through your entire body, while he kept thrusting. You opened your eyes, and his gaze was still on you. “Look at that little cunt, ready to cum on my fat cock…yeah, give it to me.”

You moaned louder, and bit your lip to the point that the taste of iron had now invaded your mouth.

“I know, it’s too much for that tight cunt, right? Fuck…”

Your pussy clenched and you whimpered, overwhelmed by the pleasure.

Emotions and sensations, so strong that you lost yourself in them and in the feelings you had for him now. When he saw them in your eyes, he shook his head and buried his face in your neck, breathing in deeply as his nose rubbed against your delicate skin, before biting it. When you cried out as his teeth dug into your flesh, you felt him freeze. He was close.

He pulled out, grunting “kneel” and you presented your open mouth to him, just in time for the hot spurts of cum to warm it. His fist clenched your hair as he dragged the tip of his twitching cock over your soiled tongue.

You fell asleep in his bed, just feeling him cover you with a blanket. Many times, you had fallen asleep in his apartment, woken up in the middle of the night by the feeling of his thick cock roughly sliding in your pussy and spreading your folds, using you like a rag doll, whose limbs and body were controlled by his movements. And you clung to him fearing that he would let you go, while he couldn't do without your pussy tighting on his shaft, barely managing to hold back from cumming inside you, and shooting his cum onto your stomach or anywhere else at the last moment.

But that morning you woke up not having been fucked during the night, and his side of the bed was cold. You felt empty. You pushed back the blanket to inspect your arms and legs, looking for the slightest trace of bruising. Then your hips, where faint marks remained, from the last time he had held on to them as he thrusted his cock into you. You couldn’t remember if it was in your pussy or your ass. The erased traces of his fingers buried in your flesh only made the void inside you grow.

You saw each other several times after the day he had held you in his arms the last time. But he hadn’t shown you any other signs of affection since.

When you left his apartment, the raindrops on your cheeks were mixing with your tears.

Later that day, you met Robert at the usual meeting point, and you saw Marlene leaving discreetly. He gave you some supplies and asked you to bring them to one of his guys near the guardhouse.

Once there, you felt a gaze on you and you turned around. Joel’s dark stare was fixed on you, and he didn’t flinch when yours landed on him. Why would he? He had been a hunter, a wild beast, since the beginning. And all you wanted was to be his prey. Even more than usual, as the days and months passed. So you brushed against the arm of the man you were talking to, whose first name you didn’t care about, while in your head you could only hear your mind repeating “Joel.” You smiled a little more than you usually would have when that guy said something kind to you. And when he leaned over to whisper something in your ear, you let him, hoping that Joel was still watching.

You left, heading towards your apartment. You had only taken a few steps when he grabbed you. You knew it was him, the moment he clasped your wrist. He pinned you against the alley wall, your cheek against the brick, and his cock against your ass. Already hard. The sleeves of his blue denim shirt were rolled up and your eyes were fixed on his forearm veins, when he held your wrist firmly against the wall.

“Fuckin’ slut. My cock’s not enough?”

He chuckled when you stuck your ass out towards him.

“Ain’t gonna fuck you here. You’re really ready to take it anywhere.”

He grabbed your arm, leading you with a firm hand to his apartment. You tried to keep up with him, but he walked fast and you were forced to trot alongside him.

“Hurry the fuck up”, he barked at you, when you were going up the stairs. You felt his impatience, and you were almost afraid for the first time of what was going to happen. Maybe you had gone too far, testing him like that. The post-apocalyptic world brought out basic needs. Eating, sleeping, fucking, owning. And Joel seemed to be the embodiment of that.

When he opened the door and pushed you inside, you stumbled, and almost fell. He closed the door behind you and once he turned back to you he put his hands on his hips. You could see he was trying to calm down, his nostrils flaring from his short, angry breathing.

“Joel, I-”

The look he gave you cut short what you wanted to tell him.

“The fuck was that, outside?”

His eyes were darker than ever and when he took a step forward to approach you, you took a step back.

“Joel…you’re scaring me.”

“You're goddamn right to be scared. ‘Cause I wanna tear you into pieces right now. Wanna fuck you until you pass out, and then, maybe you’ll stop thinking with your cunt.”

“I need you”, you murmured on the verge of tears. “I need you, and you’re not here for me. Not as much as I need. I thought you’d be, after…” Your voice broke.

“After what? After I hugged you? You're a fool, if you think I'll love you. I don’t love, I own. I possess.”

He was already close to you when you realized he had moved, his body against yours and his face lowered towards you. His hand was on your throat.

“I already told you that you belong to me. No one else can have you. So, I’m gonna ask you one last time: what was that, outside?”

His hand tightened on your throat when he asked you that question, and you brought your hands to his, to make him release you, but of course, his grip was too strong. When he withdrew his hand, he didn’t even hide the satisfaction he felt, seeing his mental and physical hold on you.

“I wanted to make you jealous”, you whined. “I wanted you to notice me, to feel something for me.” But he didn't even respond to that, to your desperation. You were emotionally bare in front of him, and he was giving you nothing.

“I’m gonna fuck that cute little face of yours. And when your mouth is full of my cock, at least you’ll stop whining”, he said, undoing his belt before letting it fall to the floor, and then unzipping his jeans. When he took out his cock, you were no longer crying. The idea that he was going to fill you made you forget all your doubts, all your insecurities. You knew, the moment his cock was buried in you, no matter which hole he would use, he would only be yours.

When he began fucking your mouth to the point of making you choke on his cock, you didn't back down. You let him dispose of it as he wished. He hit the back of your throat every time he thrusted in, one hand around your neck to feel his shaft sliding in. Feeling how far he was going. When he released you and let you catch your breath, you begged him “I want you to fill my mouth.”

“I bet you do,” he answered, holding the back of your head with one hand, and fucking his wrist with the other. He thrusted one last time, his balls clenched in his hand as if he wanted to shove them into your mouth too. When he came, his neck swollen and his veins bulging, he managed to say “don’t wanna see a single drop flow." You did as he wanted, swallowing the spurts as he offered them to you, keeping his cock between your lips.

He didn’t make you cum, and you didn’t ask. You didn't try to relieve the pressure between your thighs, either. He showered you, like he did sometimes. Like someone would wash an abandoned dog brought to a shelter. His calloused hands running the soap over every inch of your skin, between every fold, every curve, and rubbing every bone.

He knelt down, reaching your lower stomach, and was turning your body the way he wanted. Facing him, back to him, sideways. He cleaned your feet, bringing them up one after the other as you turned your back to him. He ran his hands over your pussy and leaned you forward. Sometimes he fucked your ass in the shower, helped by the soap. Your desire for him was so strong that you didn't need any more time for him to dive his cock into your tight hole. Your mind was so eager, so dependent on him, on his body, on his cock, that you could take him almost immediately.

He never let you wash him. It had disappointed you at first, as you were eager to touch his body, but now you were used to just looking at him, standing in the shower next to him. Hypnotized by his hands, his body and his skin marked with several scars. You watched him clean his cock. Once you tried to touch it, but he slapped your hand and grunted “no.”

Once clean, you got out of the shower and he always dried you off first. If he was cold, he didn't show it and never complained. Every time you felt your pussy drool, but he never fucked you at that moment. Sometimes though, he ran his hand between your folds and licked his fingers. At most he passed his tongue quickly. But rarely.

Then he fed you. He probably knew that your fridge was often empty. “That fuckin’ Robert doesn’t give you enough food cards or what?” he asked one day. You shrugged your shoulders.

And you were still perplexed by all this, the showering, the feeding. That felt mechanical, as if he had a job to do.

You were in line to send messages when you saw him walk past everyone. He came out a few minutes later, his jaw clenched. When he saw you, he told you to meet him at his apartment after you were done.

He fucked your mouth, as usual. He ate your cunt, too, but didn’t make you cum. He told you to lie down on his bed. You wondered if he was going to jerk off and cum on your body without fucking you. You couldn't discern his thoughts, even less than usual.

He was standing, facing the bed and looked even more magnificent, more magnetic than usual. Even darker, perhaps, if it was even possible.

He took his cock in his hand, running his thumb over the precum to spread it over his tip. He was so beautiful, his sexual energy was overwhelming you, so you slipped your hand down to your pussy and started rubbing your clit while looking at him. He rushed to the bed and swatted your hand away, growling “don’t fucking touch what’s mine.”

His excessive possessiveness continued to fill the void in you and you didn't rebel any more than the other times, waiting to see how he was going to dispose of your body. Wanting to let him use it as he wished to.

When he laid down between your legs, he rubbed his cock between your folds, covering it with your wetness. His fist was clenched in your hair as you sought to catch his gaze with yours. When he pushed his cock half way into your pussy, before pulling back and plunging all the way in, you screamed. “Shut up and let me use you”, he grunted. You spread your thighs for him to go deeper, and he added “yeah, you know what you’re good for.”

Your fingers tight on his biceps, you followed his movements by rolling your hips towards him.

“Deeper, Joel,” you begged.

"Yeah? You wanna scream, baby doll? Want my cock to help you forget everything else?”

You nodded, biting your lip, as he already picked up the pace, his balls slapping against your skin. Your moans turned into cries when his thrusts went harder. “Every time you cry, you’re even more mine than before,” he said, nestling his nose in the warmth of your neck, his hands gripping your hips. He licked your earlobe, then bit it gently.

"This pussy’s mine. Fuck…You're mine. Say it”, he panted, his lips against your ear.

“I am yours. All yours.” He stopped, balls deep in your pussy, to look at you. You didn't see the slap coming. It wasn't a strong one, but sharp enough to understand that he was pissed.

“I said: this pussy’s mine. You’re mine. Repeat it”, he said again, holding your chin and pouding you again against the mattress.

“My pussy’s yours. I’m yours”, you whimpered.

“I’ll tear apart anyone who touches you. You understand that?”

Tears ran down your cheeks, as in that moment he gave you more than you had ever had or felt.

“Yes. And I want that. I want to be marked by you, however you wanna do it, and I want everyone to know it.”

He grabbed your hair and held your head back against the bed. Neck and throat offered to him, he licked and sucked your skin. You knew you would have several visible hickeys the next day.

“Bite me, Joel.”

“Fuck…” he buried himself completely, holding his cock deep in you. Your head was still held back by his massive hand. He sank his teeth into your neck and bit into the tender flesh. You heard him growl against your neck, and soon you felt your tears streaming down toward your ears. But you didn't want him to stop. You wanted him to taste everything your body could offer him. And when he continued to fuck you, he responded to your silent waiting by licking the evidence of your offerings with his tongue, before giving way to his lips, coming to soothe the bite with kisses. Your tears and blood mixed on his tongue.

“Touch yourself,” he said, looking at you. You slipped your index finger between his lips and the outline of a smirk was drawn on his lips as he sucked your finger. You then placed it against your clit, and began to caress it delicately. Your other fingers brushed against his cock, and the place where you two became one.

“Come for me…come on my cock.” It was almost like a plea, and it was enough for your orgasm to build.

“Joel…please don’t stop. I…Fuck…I’m gonna cum.”

When you squeezed his cock, he thought he was going to cum between your folds without having time to pull out. He clenched his jaw so hard that you heard his teeth gnash. He pulled away and grabbed you by the arm, leading you to the dining room table where he bent you over. He pulled one of your knees up onto the wood, spreading you lewdly, and thrusted in, pressing your chest against the table with his hand. He fucked you so hard that your disjointed body was shaking, following his rough movements. You were so wet that all you could hear was the sounds of his sodden cock stuffing your pussy.

He was now growling and grunting, rumbling several “fuck”, while he was pounding you quickly. Spreading your ass cheeks with one hand, you heard the spittle of saliva reach your ass. He pressed his thumb against your tight ring, spreading his saliva, and pushed his finger in. The double stimulation was driving you crazy. Crazy about him, crazy about his whole body, crazy about the sensations you were feeling. Your second orgasm hit you, even stronger than the first one. A breathy “shit” escaped his lips just before he pulled out and shot his load against your asshole. He emptied his balls and collapsed on your body, his cock resting against your ass.

“You’re mine and I must protect you. You understand?" he managed to say between two breaths.

“Yes… yes, Joel.”

Before leaving, he told you not to go near the corner of Stillman and Cross for 24 hours. You didn't ask any questions, and nodded.

When you got home, you couldn't stop smiling. You felt close to him. Protected by him. Nothing could happen to you, he wouldn’t allow it.

When you fell asleep in your bed that night, you could still smell his scent on you.The moon was round and full, and lit your face all night while you slept. You dreamed of him. Of his hands, his cock, his gaze. You slept better than ever, that night.

The next day, upon reaching Area 5, one of Robert's men asked you if you knew what had happened. You shook your head, waiting for his explanation. A knot tightened in your stomach even before he answered.

“Robert’s dead. Joel and Tess were seen leaving the place where he was found.”

You walked towards the corner of Stillman and Cross, looking for him on every street. Finally, you saw him, near his apartment. He was walking quickly, behind Tess. And…a kid you didn’t know. His eyebrows were furrowed and he seemed preoccupied. He was carrying a backpack, so was Tess.

It was raining.

He turned around, as if to see whether they were being followed. And that's when he saw you, across the street. Your eyes met for a few seconds, and he shook his head “no” to you, before entering his building. The knot in your stomach came back, more painful than earlier.

You didn't sleep that night.

When you went back to his apartment, the morning after, he wasn’t there anymore.

You never saw him again, never knew if he was still alive. The hope he would return to Boston had left you a long time ago. Sometimes you thought you were seeing him in the streets of the QZ. But it was never him, and each time you cried when you realized it.

You had wondered for a long time if he knew that he was going to leave that day. You still wondered sometimes. And you hated him for leaving you alone with this void inside you, bigger than ever. With no one to protect you.

You never managed to find out more about his past, during the times you were with him. Never knew why he kept this broken watch on his wrist night and day. He had remained largely a mystery to you.

When the anger had passed, you thought a lot about your moments with him. All those times he showered you, fed you. Only now understanding that it was his way of taking care of you, of showing you his affection. He probably didn't know how else to express it, broken by this world, and whatever happened to him.

You understood that the last thing he told you was meant to protect you.

A few times you went to the Mission hill pier. You watched the black waves that washed up there. They were often agitated.

After his departure the anger that had lived in your soul for so long dissipated. Now you felt empty.

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hearts-4-vicky · 2 months

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Omg what’s ur thoughts on 69ing with the fimmies?

kinda forgot to post… um 🤫 short sorry my luvs😔❤️ oh n i somehow read 69ing as tribbung so um i had to rewrite it… im listening to beautiful christmas writinf this❤️❤️jingle bell jingle bell everyboyd cum have n have urself a self a besuciyful chrismuar🔥 i luv aespa n red velevt sumtimes🐺 u gotta be BOLD😆 just rock thw world!!🤓 BOOYAHHH💥lalalalalala🧏 happiness!!! lalalalalalala r u hapi huh

only unnie line + zuha for obvious reasons

warnings: sub kinda bratty chaewon, subby baby zuha 😍, soft dom kkura, pussy drunk yunjin, switch reader, overstimulation, unnie kinkk, 69ing, whats the thing called where like its crying and they like it, idk what else im tired (its barely 10 pm)

not proofread…

Chaewon

shes sensitive tell me otherwise and ur stewpid😾 tries to convince you and herself that shes not but blow air on her folds and shes melting.. definitely makes up little games on who can make the other cum first

“you… you fucking cheated!”

“chae i barely even did anythi-“

“CHEATER CHEATER PUMPKIN EATER😾”

angry issues pull up and now shes putting her all to make sure you cum hard on her face.. and you do duhhhh her tongue exploring your wet cunt, her free hand rubbing your clit omg im gon- *train zooms by*

i love sour grapes listen to it and swan song both bops i cried to sour grapes one time luv is sour grapes🎀 some1 make an angst fic with that song omg toxic relationship with chae n yeah hear me lht

Sakura

i want this woman in every single way omg SHE SOS UGGHHHHHHHH SAKURA MIYAWAKI THE WOMAN YOG AREEE OMG

her pussy is pretty asf and i stand by that statement. and she makes love she doesnt fuck😍 would def cry in the middle of lapping at your cunt.. um idk where this idea came from but it reminds me of her…

“kkura- are you okay baby?-“

“I love you so much.”

yeah then she dives right back into your puffy pussy to show her appreciation, making you moan right into her pretty cunt omg… i could go on and on abt her…

yes u can watch me watch i if u love me but u cant touch me otuch me, i if u love me

Yunjin

doesn’t know when to stop… literally gets soo pussy drunk to the point where she just keeps going😭

“Jen-! holy fuckING shit! mmh- s’too m-much..”

“….huh”

really puts the huh in huh yunjin, doesnt even realize you guys were supposed to 69, just makes you drown her in your hot cunt and plush thighs… grabs your hips to pull you impossibly closer yeah you’re not walking straight tmrw..

Kazuha

subbiest sub to me omg that girl is a loser in a hot body… would switch japanese when shes too overwhelmed with your hot tongue in her cunt!

“u-unnie! fuck- fastER!”

“that was so hot, um what does that mean…”

babygirl would be moaning so much she neglects your needy pussy:( but its okay cuz her moans r soooo pretty, her little gasps that turn to whimpers when you make her grind on your tongue… O-*gunshots*

hi my lovessss i missed u guys i love you all 300 of u guys n stuff thanks for your support 💋(im really happy i promise💔💔💔)

Stay safe and love you lots

-Vicky 💋

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Okay everyone walk w me here..

HEAR. ME OUT.

Its the peacekeeper era. Sej and Coryo are bunkmates w benefits if you catch my drift, and by that i mean Coryo is a bottom bitch for Sej bcs c'mon look at him. You call up Sejanus one night (ur his gf, lets pretend he doesn't get nerfed) all needy and just overall upset because you miss him!!

And since Sej hasn't heard your lovely sleepy voice in so so long, he gets all worked up over it. And one thing leads to another and Coryo is sat there sucking off Sej as he pays no mind to the blonde boy beneath him, he's simply stood there cooing at you for being such a brave girl for being on your own and talking you through an orgasm as he has his own <3

toxic sej bandwagon everyone jump on rn

this was word vomit so i hope u get my vision

thank u for listening 🗣

(that picture is so me, like look at me admiring my bf y’all)

sejanus with reader: 😍💍💋

sejanus with coryo: 😴😒🐕‍🦺

This is so crazy, I love toxic Sej and I kind of like to think of the scenario as one where since Sej and reader are apart, he uses Coryo like a toy. And Coryo's fine with it at the end of the day, because when your voice is coming through the phone over his head, it's the closest he'll ever get to having you both, but he knows Sej wouldn't let him touch you. (or would he) He jerks himself off after Sej has fallen asleep with you on the phone and hangs up for him (which makes Sej fuck his mouth harder the next night).

It's so bizarre bc to Sej, no part of the situation is that big of a deal and you'd never need to know what went down in the bunk beds because it's not like he cheated or anything.

When they return to the capitol (both alive lmao), it would be so funny if Sejanus just dropped Coryo because he didn't need him anymore. Now Coryo can't entertain himself with his delusions and he'll have to cum alone without Sej's touch or your voice, and this is when he kind of snaps and falls into more of his canon behavior and develops a psychosexual obsession with the two of you.

Begs him to let Coryo suck him off on the train ride back one last time, bottles Sej's cum to lube up his cock when Coryo inevitably has enough and gets you alone so he can breed you. He claims that way the baby would share dna with both him AND Sej, he might genuinely believe it too. Sejanus had called you as soon as he realized Coryo was heading to your place, hoping that you would get distracted and leave the line open. Or maybe he had no idea what would happen, you'd certainly never expect him to be an instigator.

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iguessweallcrazyithinktho · 9 months

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𝐉𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐦 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

All my fics for Jude ♥︎ some mature content (if over the age of 18 and you cannot see them go to settings, content you see and turn off mature block ♥︎ tag on Jude scenarios here

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Last updated July 26th

A win anyways ♥︎ hi can u write jude x reader comforting him after losing the match?

A blurb with no name ♥︎ Can you do a little blurb with a jealous Jude? Maybe you’re a few years older than him and thinks you’d get along better with Trent?

Anything for you ♥︎ Request: one where jude takes care of you when you feel off/bad and the feeling comes out of Nowhere. Like you start to reminisce abt your childhood and it ruins your mood

The L word ♥︎ hiii could you please write a jude imagine where the reader and jude have a lazy day at home and it’s cute and fluffy and he confesses he loves reader for the first time? thank you 😊

Stay ♥︎ hi my love, would you mind doing an angsty jude bellingham smut where they have agreed to break up as he needs to focus on his career but they decide to spend one more night together and have very intimate but also sad sex before they have to leave eachother (and if you don’t mind have them kinda talk it out and decide not to split in the end if you want) thank you 🫶🏻 🩷

Biggest supporter ♥︎ can u write a Jude Bellingham fluff abt just going to his practices and games and being his biggest supporter

Kissing booth ♥︎ Based on a TikTok I saw. Where you tell Jude you love him while taking photos in a photo booth.

Makeup or breakup ♥︎ Jude says some disgusting things during an argument which results in you leaving for some space. Maybe you'll makeup... 🩷

The way he loves you ♥︎ Headcanon on the way Jude shows you he loves you

What about us ♥︎ Jude lied to you and said he was going to stay with you instead of transferring. You felt betrayed

Lust and envy ♥︎ Summary: IM BEGGING jude smut/angst where him and reader are broken up but he finds an old (rough?) sextape and he touches himself to it (we want details tho intense solo sessions are HOT😩) then yeah he regrets leaving her and wants her backkk, and then maybe shes with another guy and he gets all jealous and possessive (sorry to much details) I want toxic jude soooo bad 🤭 🩷

Soulmates ♥︎ sitting in the car in the rain, you and Jude havs a heart to heart

Initials ♥︎ I just know bf Jude would buy you a necklace or a bracelet with his initial on it 😍

The other woman ♥︎ Jude can’t get enough of you, but he is with another woman that's not you 🩷

My life ♥︎ Jude angst where he tries to break up with the reader because he thinks that his life is too much for her but she’s not having it. Just like ‘yea but no’

Mykonos ♥︎ You and Jude enjoy your time on the beach together but that was cut short when you both decided the hotel room was a better option 🩷

Birthday surprise ♥︎ you surprise Jude on his birthday after being away from him for a while. You give me him a little something as well 🩷

There's this girl ♥︎ Jude and the reader talking late at night because they barely got to talk during the day. They talk about the random things, laughing at each other shitty jokes And stuff. Neither wants to hang up because they love to hear each other’s voice )

Love languages ♥︎ all five Love language with Jude 🩷

Hidden feelings ♥︎ Can we got some enemies to lovers with Jude maybe him and the reader “hate” each other but are in the same friend group and one day reader gets hurt and he rushes to come and help her 😩😩 anything will don’t tbh

Soul intertwine ♥︎ English is not my first language so sorry for the mistakes… I was thinking about something fuffly + smut. Like the reader being innocent and a shy person. She and jude got into their relationship recently and they have had no sex yet bc jude don’t wants to pressure her to do anything (but ofc he wants have sex w her), especially when he starts to realize how innocent she is… he thinks she’s too cute and at the same time he wants to ruin her, he feel the need to protect her. But when y/n is in a convo w her girlies friends and one of them asks about her sex life w jude and she don’t know what to say, she would be curious about it but would be too shy to talk w jude about it he would find it weird that she was quiet and looking bothered by something and would talk w her. After insists a lot, she finally says about all the stuffs that she heard about her friends and she would be “idk how react” and jude gets fully turned on by her innocent but makes he’s best to not show ithe tries to find a way to explain for her without destroy her innocent but she wants to know about everything and she wants him to do everything w her bc she wants to be his. 🩷

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natailiatulls07 · 7 months

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The golden trio Pt 7

Lando Norris x female!reader

Carlos Sainz x female!reader

Max Verstappen & Female!reader & Charles Leclerc

Summary - Being bestfriends with two famous formula one drivers is never easy, but what will happen when you get involved with yet another formula one driver??

Warning - swearing, arguing, Lando being toxic

A/n - Ik I said 2pm but I finished college early sooo early post!!! 🥳 I hope you like it!!!!

The golden trio

carlossainz55

Soft launch? 😒 Hard launch? 🥵

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charles_leclerc Keep it pg please!!

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username A stunning pair!!

yourusername 🤍🤍🤍

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Wtf! What is wrong with you??!

Wdym? I don’t know what you’re on about 😐

Oh fuck off, mate yes you do

Oh you mean dating Y/n?

Yeah wtf! That’s my girlfriend!

*ex girlfriend

You cheated, she moved on. Simple as that

Look I don’t know what you’re playing at but I don’t find it funny

I’m not playing at anything, just giving a girl what she deserves

Look I have to go, I have a date. See you!

You’re a cunt! You know that right? A real asshole

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Twitter

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username Wait what did Lando say???

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username Oh shit!

username Yeah I think they’re both very sour about this whole thing tbh

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Spotted: Lando Norris in the Sass Cafe Monaco. According to one of my DMs who talked to him, he said that he’s annoyed with Carlos and Y/n right now. What do you guys think?

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username Is that the same girl he kissed in his car??

= username Yeah I think it is!

= username Mate he’s making the whole situation worse!! 🤡

f1gossip

Spotted: Lando Norris and Y/n L/n outside of her apartment block arguing. Some onlookers have said they heard Lando saying “Why? Him of all people!? Come on Y/n, you know the kiss with that girl meant nothing!” It wasn’t long before Y/n started to cry at something Lando had said, what he said we don’t know.

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username An onlooker heard “Why? Him of all people!? Come on Y/n, you know the kiss with that girl meant nothing!” Said by Lando but that’s it!

username That’s not enough!!!!

username I was in Monte Carlo with my family, and we were there. I heard her say “Look Lando, I love you but I can’t trust you after that” She sounded soooo sad 🥺

username Poor girl, she’s just like us!!

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Hey are you alright??

Yeah, I’m just annoyed that everyone is trying to get up in our business

Look me and Max wish we could be there for you rn but yeah…

Ik, it’s okay. You have your jobs to do 🤍

Well facetime us anytime, we don’t mind

Ofc thank you, also tell Max that when you guys come back he needs to sort out his gym equipment it’s mad!!

Will do, bye Bee 🤍

Bye bye Charlie 👋🏻

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montheline · 2 years

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❤️‍🔥Chemistry Placements In Synastry & Composite

I will be adding more in the future, just wanted to get this out of my drafts lmaoooo. Anyways enjoy❣️

❤️‍🔥Venus Conjunct Mars {Synastry}: It’s simple really, there’s a lot of attraction here.

❤️‍🔥Sun Conjunct Mars {Synastry}: This ones ;) lol. You can cut the tension with a got damn knife lol🔪. A lot of sexual tension. That’s all imma say on that one. The best placement imo.

❤️‍🔥Moon conjunct Venus {Synastry}: A very wholesome one. The two understand each other on a deep level. It can really feel like meeting your match, true love & your best friend all in one.

❤️‍🔥Moon Conjunct Mars {Synastry}: More of a slow burn, very sensual yet seductive. Push and pull energy too. Not super fiery and in your face like the “Sun conjunct Mars” aspect.

❤️‍🔥8th house placements: Deep conversations. Intense eye contact 👀. Constantly feeling this interesting pull towards each other and each time you talk it feels like the pull gets stronger & stronger. The energy between you two can feel lil hot & heavy ;).

❤️‍🔥Venus or Mars in the 10th house {Synastry & Composite}: Naturally look beautiful together. Can’t really hide the spark between them. People on the outside see the chemistry between them. The two might even be oblivious to it at first, until they take a step back and realize what’s going on right in front their eyes.

❤️‍🔥Mars in the 7th House {Synastry}: The Mars person gets all giddy around the house person & is constantly doing everything in their power to try and be around the house person, it’s so adorable. I can’t. It’s real kiddie. The Mars person is always making moves on the house person in a very noticeable yet charming way. It’s hard for them to come off “subtle” because their always doing it lol. But they don’t care about that because they want the house person to know how much they like them. They just want to be with house person because that’s who they feel like they belong with.

❤️‍🔥Mars in the 8th House {Synastry & Composite}: Self explanatory lmaoo.

❤️‍🔥Pluto aspecting the Ascendant {Synastry}: ;). I just find these aspects very….nice lol, it’s like the Pluto person becomes a bit possessive and protective ( not in a toxic way thoo, not a supporter of that kind of stuff, only the good old healthy kind😌) over the ascendant person in a very endearing way while the ascendant person finds the Pluto person fascinating. The Pluto person also enjoys having this sort of “power” over the ascendant person. Very nice ;).

❤️‍🔥 Mars aspecting the Ascendant {Synastry}: Instant attraction to each other. Both find each other FIoNE, ok maybe not fine for everyone but definitely attractive lol. A huge indicator of sexual attraction and also might even …get aroused just by looking at each other (just an fyi). Seeing each other for the first time can be very, “damn they finneeee ash” , or almost kind of take your breath away. Always a aspect I get when I first meet someone that I think is really good looking lol.

❤️‍🔥Sun in the 8th house {Synastry}: Very much a “omg your so mysterious and interesting to look at😍😅…your mine and I wanna know more about you.” This aspect can definitely give off that kind of energy. Like a moth to a flame..literally lol (the sun persons the moth while the 8th house person is the flame 🔥)

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thenextdawn-temporarilyclosed · 1 year

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Jenna and Reader break up and months later they have this Olivia Rodrigo-Deja Vu moment

Do You Get Deja-Vu?

Word count: 3.4K

Summary: you were in a toxic relationship when you met jenna ortega. She will help you through it and after it, eventually becoming a couple. Though your road to recovery will be hard.

Warnings: angst, violence, domestic abuse.

Pairing: Jenna Ortega X Fem!Reader

AHHHH IT TOOK ME A LOT TO WRITE THIS I WAS CRYING A LOT 😍 I hope you didn’t mind me adding a lot of backstory to this, but I had to elaborate it somehow! Anyway I hope you like it! 🤍✨

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You met Jenna Ortega when you were in the worst and darkest place you had ever been. You had just come out of the worst relationship you bad ever been, it was a toxic one, your ex boyfriend was one who would always hit you for one misplaced word. You were both actors, so it was really hard having to put on a mask for the fans and show yourself as a healthy couple when in reality he would hit you and use you whenever he got the chance to do so. He was so protective over you, you couldn’t wear what you wanted, you couldn’t go out without him. You so badly wanted to report him to the police, but on the other hand, who would believe you? He was more famous than you, you had gotten into the acting world thanks to him. If you ever reported him everyone would think you did it for attention, and call you a liar.

Eventually at some point, people close to you and even fans started noticing your bruises, they started noticing how you stopped posting on social medias and how your smiles on interviews were less and less, when you talked it always seemed like you were about to break, but for the sake of everyone around you you always pretended like everything was doing okay. However, you were slowly slipping away. It was becoming hard to pretend and people started noticing that, as well. Your “boyfriend” was friends with the cast of the series “Wednesday” so on night he got invited to have dinner with them, of course you had to go with him, you couldn’t have a moment alone. When you two arrived at the restaurant you all were having dinner at. Your boyfriend held you at his side tightly as he introduced you. “Hey everyone. This is my girlfriend (Y/N). I hope you don’t mind I brought her as well, she insisted to come” he lied to everyone, and you were forced to reply with a smile as he kept you by his side.

Little did you know that Jenna had been following your interviews. She knew something was going on, and if it was domestic abuse she was ready to act upon it. She knew how these things happened because she already had friends in these situation and she promised herself to never let it happen to anyone else that came in her life, wether she knew them or not. Dinner was going by smoothly as of now and everyone was talking pretty loudly while you just kept quiet and picked at your food. You had even started eating less because he wanted you to be skinny. You were deep in your thoughts when Jenna asked you a question “what about you (Y/N)? Are you working on movies or tv shows at the moment?” You looked up at her question, looking confused as you glanced at everyone before replying. “Well I’m working on-“ your boyfriend interrupted you.

“She’s working on a series with me. It’s cute that we have almost every work together right?” He looked at you with that creepy smile of his as You looked down with a small, fake smile. You could barely speak for yourself anymore. “Right…” you said and went back at picking at your food, Jenna just nodding at his reply. At some point you asked to go to the bathroom, luckily you could be alone at least in the bathroom. “I’m gonna go ask the waitress something, I’ll be right back” Jenna said as she stood up from the table, trying to follow you without being noticed. You were in the bathroom checking one of the most recent bruises when you heard Jenna speak. “Did he do that to you?” She asked softly. You immediately put your shirt back down as thought about your reply.

“I-I uh… I tripped and fell down the stairs just today..” you lied, but you knew that she wouldn’t buy it. “(Y/N), I’ve had friends in this situation before, I can recognize when it happens… you can talk to me you know, I believe you. I’ve been following your interviews, I know what’s going on. I understand if you don’t want to talk to me about it, but you need to speak up”. From then on, Jenna became your best and only friend. You would talk to her about everything, about each time he’d beat you up, and she tried helping you get better and speak up to the world your situation, you wished you could. One night though he started beating you pretty badly. He wanted to kill you, he had punched you almost everywhere, you could barely walk, but you needed to run away.

You ran away, you ran so fast, faster than you ever did in your life. He was chasing behind you with a gun, which he couldn’t use until you were out in the open. You tried to run in the woods, hoping to lose him there. If he didn’t kill you then you would tell everything to the world and he couldn’t have that, he had to shut you up. Fortunately luck was coming your way because you happened to be running in the same woods where Jenna was shooting her scenes. You saw lights from where they were shooting and ran exactly there. As soon as you were close you started screaming for them to hear you “HELP! Somebody please help me-“ they were recording when you showed up and you hoped they would record the scene, because at least you could finally report him.

“(Y/N)? Is that you?” Jenna could barely recognize you, your whole face was bleeding and he had almost reached you. “P-Please call the police- he has a gun he wants to kill me” you were really shaken. Somebody did call the police as the recording crew held him back. They wrapped up recordings for that night, and when the police came as well as an ambulance for you they recorded your statement and the crew gave the police the recordings of him threatening you. As soon as police left with him and the adrenaline washed out from your body you burst out crying, finally realizing everything that had happened. You were free… “oh (Y/N)…” Jenna said as she came to you and hugged you tightly, letting you break down in her arms. “You’re safe now love… it’s over. He can’t hurt you anymore…” she kept whispering sweet nothings to you, to calm you down.

And so started your road next to Jenna. She wanted to help you recover, she’d do anything to see you being the happy girl you once were, however, it seemed like you were too far gone. You had troubles even trusting people. You trusted her of course, but there was still some fear she’d hurt you, even if you knew she never would. Even with your fear which Jenna totally understood give what you went through, she insisted on wanting to be close to you and slowly but surely you let her. She had saved you after all. She was your guardian angel and you couldn’t help but thank her everyday for helping you get better. Even with your trust issues, eventually she wanted to be more than friends, and you realized that when one day after filming she kissed you. “Is this okay?” She whispered, citing her character’s sentence from her movie “the fallout”.

With tears in your eyes you hesitantly nodded at her words. From then on you were a couple. You hadn’t gone public because you were scared, she understood everything. She understood your episodes and was there with you all the time even when you didn’t want her around. You felt like you didn’t deserve her. Ever since that douchebag you felt like you didn’t deserve anything good, and she was too good for you. She was what you have always dreamed of, yet you didn’t feel like you deserved her, and she definitely deserved someone better. You decided you should talk to her about how you were feeling so you waited for her awake in her trailer after filming.

“Jen.. can we talk?” You asked her once she came back. By the look on your face she could tell that it wasn’t something good. “Yes hun what is it?” She asked as she sat down on the sofa next to you. “I-I think I need to leave… I need to leave and get better on my own…” you started, which made Jenna confused and worried. “What are you taking about?” She said and searched for your eyes with her own, but you couldn’t stand to look at her. “Jen I’m a terrible girlfriend… I barely trust you, I snap at you all the times, yet you’re so patient with me…” she interrupted you “babe you went through some terrible shit, what you do and how you feel is completely normal I’m not gonna blame you for that… please look at me” she said and tried to reach for you hand. You had tears in your eyes.

“Jenna I look at the mirror and I can’t recognize Myself. Yet You stand there at my side, telling me how beautiful I am, I fail to believe that… you’re too good for me and I don’t deserve that. You deserve someone better than me” by now she was crying too and she put a hand on your chin to make you look at her. “You’re everything I could ask for (Y/N)… and you deserve everything good after everything, why can’t you see that?” She tried convincing you but she knew it was hard. “Because he made me believe I don’t! And even though I know it’s not true I can’t help the feeling that has built inside me that I don’t deserve you, and I don’t want to drag you down with me into that hole I’ve fallen in” you brought a hand up to her cheek to wipe the tears that had rolled down her cheek.

“I’d do anything to see you well… please don’t leave…” she said and you moved closer to her, foreheads touching as you now caressed both her cheeks. “I wish I could…” you whispered as you cried “but I can’t… I need to get better on my own and I care about you too much to drag you into this. Please tell me you understand this…” you cried and she squeezed your hands. “I wish I could…” she said and looked deep into your (e/c) eyes, full of tears same as your own. “ I promise you l’ll come back to you stronger than ever but with the same love I’ve always felt for you and that I never managed to show you.” She nodded. “Can you stay the night at least? Please…” you nodded at her words and the two of you started kissing very deeply, eventually moving to the bed as Jenna crawled on top of you and you kissed like it was the last time, which it it was. The kiss soon tasted salty with both of your tears. Lips quivering as you made love into the night for the last time.

In the morning when Jenna was soon aware of the lack of your presence because your side of the bed was cold, meaning you had already left for at least two hours, though you had left her your sweaters and your perfume, so she had something that reminded her of you. By now everyone that followed you knew what had happened. Your ex was now in jail and his career officially over. This is the reason why you decided to inform your fans with an instagram story. It was a black picture, and you wrote on it.

“Hi guys! Just popping up to say that I will be taking a period off of everything, movies, series, interviews, all of it. By now I’m sure you all know what happened and I need to recover. I have a long way ahead of me but I promise I’ll come back for you. I love you all! <3”

From then on you completely disappeared. Social medias offline, instagram, whatsapp, facebook, just everything. You didn’t tell anyone what your “road to recovery” was, because you didn’t want anyone to know that you were that desperate to go to a clinic, pay psychologists and psychiatrists all to get better from having been domestically abused. You met people with same experiences and sharing everything helped a lot, thankfully you had the best team of doctors following you, and in a year and a half you were back to smiling like you used to. You never stopped thinking about Jenna. You never stopped loving her, you wondered if it was the same for her or if she had moved on.

Of course Jenna hadn’t moved on. You promised to her you’d come back, and she’d wait for you forever. Sure the first period was hard. No one had known about your relationship so she had to smile throughout everything, but eventually she managed to live with it.

Then you went back home. You were completely another girl, well you were the girl you used to be without him. You had gained a bit more weight so you weren’t too skinny anymore, your body was perfect now. You had started putting make up on once again, you took care of yourself more. The old you was finally back. At some point you even decided to pop back out on social medias.

“Hey guys! Missed me? :)”

Was your first instagram story after a year and a half. Then you decided to make an instagram live, decided to explain everything that had happened. You were in your bedroom, hair long and wavy on your shoulder with some simple makeup on. As people joined they could tell from your eyes that you were now finally happy. “Hey guys! Wow, I didn’t expect this many people after I went M.I.A for almost two years” you giggle. People had definitely missed you. Most of the people were asking you how you were. “I’m fine now guys. It took a while but now I’m fine. This is why I’m doing this live now actually, because you deserve to know everything that happened.”

You waited for more people to join the live and then began explaining. “So, as you know I was in a very toxic relationship with this other actor that I’m not gonna name because of privacy.” You started but then you read comments asking you if you were comfortable with saying everything. “Yes guys I’m comfortable with saying everything. I worked a lot on it but here I am.” You explained everything to everyone. You did get emotional at times but you were okay. At some point even Jenna joined the live and god did you look beautiful in her eyes, you always have but now you were glowing. She had never seen you like this, though she didn’t have the guts to text you anything.

Of course your instagram live grabbed the attentions of journalists and interviewers. You had talked about Jenna helping you throughout your dark period, so you both got called on an interview to talk about it. You desperately wanted to see her, and this was your chance to meet her, talk to her and thank her. When you got the news that she had also agreed to take part of the interview you couldn’t help but be happy. It would be your first interview alone after years and you were so happy it was with Jenna.

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You arrived early as you had been asked to to the location and headed for the makeup. “Hello guys! I hope I’m not too late” you said with a smile and they quickly put makeup on you. When they were finished and left the makeup booth. You saw Jenna. “Jen?” You called for her and she turned around to face you. She looked so beautiful and so did you in her eyes. However she suddenly felt scared. Now she was the one scared that she wasn’t enough for you. You left her to ger better on your own and you came back looking amazing, she felt like she wasn’t enough to help you, and all of the sudden it hurt.

You went over to hug her but she made up an excuse before you could reach her. “I uh, I have to go to the makeup booth” she said and you stopped in your tracks, nodding as she walked away. “We’ll catch up after the interview then?” You asked, but you got no reply. Soon you were both called for the interview. “Ladies and gentlemen, (Y/N)(L/N) everybody! For the first time in screen after almost two years!” You walked through the stage, people cheering for you as you smiled at the huge crowd in front of you. You sat on the couch ready to take in that atmosphere again. “Wow. It feels so good to be back. Hi everyone!” You said with a smile as you looked around. The interviewer continued asking you how you were until it was time to call Jenna. “May I have the honor to call on stage the person that has helped me the most?” The guy nodded.

“Jenna Ortega everybody!” You said smiling as you watched your one and only love walk on stage as well. Then you started explaining everything once again until the interviewer asked you a question “and how was Jenna the one that helped you the most?” He asked, which made you turn to look at her. “Well…” you hesitated, but you took her hand in yours and gently squeezed it. She didn’t pull it back and smiled at you reassuring you. “She helped me by loving me, I should say. Ever since I met her she knew what kind of situation I was in and she was basically the only person to believe me. And then when he was arrested, she never left my side. She kept wanting to be by my side, trying to reassure me whenever I had my episodes. I was at my lowest point in life and she helped me not to go deeper than that. If it wasn’t for her, then I don’t know what would have happened to me.” You said looking at her with tears in your eyes, you looked up trying to make them go away.

Everyone applauded and gave you time to keep going, Jenna squeezed your hand. “And uhm- I don’t know how you could love someone that was so low in life, but she did, she loved me so much and I loved her back with all myself… she was so patient with me, but I felt like I didn’t deserve her and I felt like she could have someone better than me” you were crying at this point, a couple of tears had left your eyes and you were given a bottle of water and some tissues. “I left her to go to a clinic and recover. But she was the best help I had before that and Jenna,” you turned to her. “I’m so sorry if I broke your heart, but like I promised I came back for you stronger than I used to be and with the same love I’ve always felt for you”

The interviewer decided to take a break and you two both went backstage, with Jenna refusing to leave your hand. When you two were somewhere private you decided to talk to Jenna. “Jen I was serious in there… I’m so so sorry. I love you so much and I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t love me anymore and-“ “shut up” she interrupted you. “W-what?” You asked looking deep in her eyes. She got on her tip toes and kissed you softly, tears leaving both of your eyes as you brought your hands on her hips and you felt her hands on your cheeks. “You look amazing…” she whispered when you two separated from the kiss.

“I’m having a deja vu”

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