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WISH YOU WERE SOBER ; jjk

→ 𝖲𝖴𝖬𝖬𝖠𝖱𝖸 . jeon jungkook has always been your best friend, supporting you throughout everything, even boyfriends or love interests, but what if he is the reason why you're holding back in the first place?

→ 𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦 . bestfriend!jungkook (male lead) × bestfriend!reader (female lead)

→ 𝖦𝖤𝖭𝖱𝖤 . best friend au, slight fwb?

→ 𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲 . lowercase intended, angst, based on the song, best friends.

→ 𝖠𝖴𝖳𝖧𝖮𝖱'𝖲 𝖭𝖮𝖳𝖤 . birthday present from me ! yes i'm fishing for some birthday wishes :))

→ 𝖱𝖠𝖳𝖨𝖭𝖦 .  none unless you hate angst.

𝖬𝖠𝖲𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖫𝖨𝖲𝖳 𖤐 𓈒࣪  ᭡ ˖ 𝖳𝖠𝖦𝖫𝖨𝖲𝖳 𖤐 𓈒࣪  ᭡ ˖ 𝖯𝖫𝖠𝖸𝖫𝖨𝖲𝖳 𖤐 𓈒࣪  ᭡ ˖ 𝖯𝖨𝖭𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖤𝖲𝖳

“This party’s shit, wish we could dip

go anywhere but here”

“Are you sure it's fine though? You look extremely uncomfortable” He said while concern lacing off his words, “I’m good, don't worry, it's just that the music is too loud” I spoke while forcing a smile at him, I noticed all the stares he got, it made me uncomfortable but well, who was I to feel uncomfortable? his best friend. That's it, nothing more.

“Don’t take a hit, don't kiss my lips

and please don't drink more beer”

He held onto my neck while kissing me deeply, angling his face slightly to be more comfortable. My hand tugged at his fluffy locks softly while his other hand was resting on my waist, I could taste the cigarettes and alcohol off his lips and I bet he could too.

“I’ma crawl outta the window now

'Cause I don't like anyone around”

I uncomfortably shifted on the bar stool while looking around, way too nervous and anxious to speak to anyone, I swirled the glass cup of alcohol. These people annoyed me, well not these, but every human annoyed me, of course except him.

“Kinda hope you're following' me out

But this is definitely not my crowd”

I looked around for him over the whole club, he was nowhere, perhaps it was a bad idea to visit the club at this time with your best friend, especially if your best friend is an idiot who drowns his whole soul in the alcohol and most importantly, because you absolutely love him as well.

“Nineteen, but you act twenty-five now

Knees weak, but you talk pretty fly, wow”

My best friend, Jeon Jungkook, that softie who appeared to be an asshole, was my biggest support in life but at the same time, the one who always holds me back. Not that he intends to, but, let's just say, he's extremely mature for his own age because of which his ‘father instincts’ turn on.

“Ripped jeans and a cup that you just downed

Take me where the music ain't too loud”

There he was, in his signature form, ripped jeans, leather jacket and a white tank top underneath. He was holding a plastic cup empty, perhaps the one he just downed. “The music is loud, isn’t there some quiet place h—”

“Trade drinks, but you don't even know her

Save me 'til the party is over”

There he goes once again, behind some girl and trading drinks with her, they did kissed, and of course I watched it with a hammering pain in my heart, no darling it's not a disease and you're not receiving any post twist of me having heart cancer, it's just the pain of heartbreak.

“Kiss me in the seat of your Rover

Real sweet, but I wish you were sober”

He caressed my cheeks with a soft smile as he kissed me softly, with the same lips with which he kissed her. “You’re so pretty” He whispered while looking at me with sparkling eyes, with love? no. intoxication? yes. “So sweet but I wish you were sober” I smiled while patting his head which was now laying on my lap as he snored softly.

“Trip down the road, walking you home

You kiss me at your door”

I carried this heavy man while supporting his arms around my shoulder as I walked to his doorstep, stumbling on my steps many times. When we reached he held my wrist, pulled me close and kissed me, at his doorstep.

“Pullin' me close, beg me, "Stay over"

But I'm over this roller-coaster”

His grip tightened on my wrist, pulling me even closer, “Please..” he started, “stay over” he whispered but I was already over it, the night already went horrible, then seeing him kissing that girl and once again getting used to him, over and over again. I was done.

“I'ma crawl outta the window now

Getting good at saying, "Gotta bounce”

If it were a few months ago or so then I would have agreed almost immediately, not even caring about my pride but now? I don't think so. It had been many times to the point that I’ve finally learnt to say no, “Sorry, gotta bounce”

“Honestly, you always let me down

And I know we're not just hangin' out”

That night, like always, I walked back home with glossy eyes with intoxication? no. perhaps a bit, but sadness? oh hell yeah. I was tired of getting walked over again and again, to me, we’re not hanging out. It means a lot to me but I really don't know about him anymore, perhaps it really should end now before it fucks me up badly.

# ask jungkook

# ask y/n

My virtual best friend

megumi!freader

warning: none

theme: maybe fluffy ?

You and Megumi had finally arranged to meet, and this was your best virtual friend. For a long time you dreamed of that day, mainly because he was one of the only people who could do you good in the world, it was your biggest dream to have him in your arms in a loving embrace and live in that moment for hours.

His heart felt like he was going to come out of his mouth with so much nervousness that you felt, in fact, you couldn't think of anything other than how much more handsome he must be personally. I didn't know, either, what it would be like to experience it without being on the other side of the cell phone screen. Before that plan seemed so impossible that when the time came it was unbelievable.

Worried, you looked at the wristwatch you were wearing, seeing that it was about half an hour before your best friend's plane landed, so you finally decided to get out of bed, walk over to your closet and grab the best clothes you had inside. , taking quick steps to the bathroom of your room, undressing and getting into the shower, taking a hot shower to relax your muscles, since the nervousness was enormous. When he finished, he just got dressed, put on a perfume and combed the strands, smiling when he realized that he was beautiful for today's "date".

As soon as he had his time, he picked up his cell phone and bag, walking down the stairs and leaving the house, ordering a taxi through the app and going to the airport. When he arrived, he paid the driver and got out of the car, feeling his heart racing just by looking at the airport sign with the name of Megumi's flight. To you, that day still seemed like a dream, and you only realized what you saw when the boy got out of the plane, making you smile huge, and, since the biggest one saw you, it didn't take long to run in your direction, not worrying about your luggage, just approached you as fast as you could, now, welcoming you in a bear hug, those tight, just like you always thought they would be the best, received by Megumi.

- Oh my god, is that really you? - You said, palpating the boy's delicate facet, eliciting a laugh from him.

- What a stupid question, Y / N. Of course it's me. He shook his head in denial now, letting a corner smile smile on his lips.

You remained silent, just enjoying the good feeling it was being in his arms, while the strong smell of male perfume from the elder intoxicated you. Fushiguro, on the other hand, supported his chin on his head, pressing it against him, almost lifting his feet off the floor.

Without much delay, his fingers intertwined with his then they walked together to where their luggage was, picking it up.

- We still have a lot to do together! - You said in an animated tone, pulling the biggest to where the parking lot was, again asking for an Uber, which arrived in a matter of five minutes since that area was very busy.

The two of you went to your house first, keeping all of Fushiguro's things there, then what was in front of you looked at you. He still looked a little out of place.

- Hey. - You approached him, holding the apples of his face, leaving a seal on the forehead of the other. - You can feel at ease, okay? You are from home. - He gave him a small elbow, then blinked.

- All right. - He smiled weakly, now, sitting on the couch comfortably, taking the television control and putting it on some random channel.

- Ah! Wait. - You walked into the kitchen, opening the cupboard and taking some chips, along with some soft drinks that were in the refrigerator, returning to the living room next, sitting next to Megumi on the sofa. - This is going to be our welcoming ceremony! Let's watch my favorite movie. - you took the control from the boy's hand, putting it in Frozen.

As the brunette knew that this was really his favorite movie, since you watched it thousands of times, he didn't question about it, on the contrary, he accepted it with just a nod, bringing you to lie down on his chest.

And so you spent the whole afternoon. Eating junk food, drinking a lot of soda and watching cartoons that everyone has watched thousands of times but still did not lose grace when the two were together. This was just the beginning of their dream come true.

sorry for grammatical errors, english is not my native language :(((

Jujutsu Kaisen boys hugging their s / o

genre: fluff

warning: none!!

gn! reader x jjk boys

MEGUMI is really very difficult to deal with his own feelings, but now he met you and came to the conclusion that he should always try to demonstrate how much he likes you and likes to have you in his life. So whenever you are together, he makes a point of pulling you into a warm hug, while his fingers caress your hair, sometimes he will also kiss the top of your head while caressing your back . No matter where you are, if you are silent, he will pull you into that warm embrace, it is his way of saying how much he loves you.

ITADORI has always been affectionate with you, anywhere he makes a point of telling everyone that he dates the most beautiful person he has ever met, and you are very ashamed, but he will always kiss your red cheeks. a secret: he loves to make you ashamed, he finds it so cute. yujuji hugs are usually the best! he will wrap your waist, sticking your body in his, while he hides his face in the curve of your neck, sometimes he will leave kisses in that region and laugh because you shivered with that.

SATORU is as discreet as possible, that is, you can expect that he will always be glued to you, even if you are in a meeting with the other teachers, he will still have his head against your shoulder, pretending that you are listening to the that others talk about, but in truth gojo is more focused on smelling the person he likes. you can be sure that he will provoke you too, but this is for another headcanon 🙈

NANAMI doesn't know the moment when he has to be affectionate with you, so he will always wait for you to take the first step. when you take action, he will hug your little body, while he strokes your back, strumming that region slowly. sometimes he will say affectionate things in your ear, he always wants to make it clear that even though he is busy, he still wants to spend the rest of his life with you.

Gojo Satoru with his pregnant s/o

- satoru didn't expect him to be a father anytime soon, but when you said you were pregnant with him, he almost died of the heart

- yes, but in a good way

- he knew that his son would be experiencing difficulties in the future

- so, during all his months of gestation, he took care of you as much as he could

- he became more protective than he was before

- and you enjoyed it

- every night, before going to sleep, gojo lay his head on his chest and caressed his belly, spending hours talking with the little baby

- it is obvious, in most cases he did not get answers

- but in her last months as pregnant, the baby started to kick whenever she heard her father's voice

- and satoru cried

- like cried A LOT

- on the day when you finally gave birth, he prepared in advance, taking you to the hospital

- even if he was nervous, he would still put you as a priority and try to calm you down

- at the time of delivery he held your hand the whole time, he didn't leave your side for even a minute

- and when the baby was born, he was the first to hold

- he smiled, feeling a little clumsy and afraid to let the little human fall

- then he gave you to hold

- you two wept with joy

-satoru kissed his forehead, smiling, as happy as possible

- “i promise that i will protect and take care of you, thank you for making me the happiest man in the world and building a beautiful family with me. i love you” he finished, still looking at the baby as if it were the most precious thing in the world

- and he really was

- you can bet that gojo satoru will be the best father in the world <3

hi! I hope you’re having a good day so far ☺️ can I request headcanons for Zeke Yeager? like maybe how he reacts to other guys being around you or a comfort day with his fem S/O? whichever is easiest for you :-)

heeeyyy !! i didn't know which option to choose, so I'll do both. look forward to each other 🙈

Zeke react to other guys being around you

- you were new to the marley troop, so today there would be a party to celebrate your entry

- the boss is the one who decided this was a good idea

- you had been dating zeke for a while, he was the one who suggested that you be a soldier, because he knew about your strength

- and it made you happy, you thought it was a good idea

- and i was right!

- all your companions received you so well, you felt welcomed

- colt and porco got together to flatter you, already calling you as their best friend

- and zeke didn't like the idea, nor their approach to his girlfriend

- so he kept looking from afar, just watching everything that was happening around him

- he really is very protective, so expect that he will always do this when you are together

- you already knew he was kind of weird, because he was always on your side, but now he just wasn't

- so, you went to him, watching his expression a little angry

- "it's all right?" you asked while hugging your boyfriend's torso, watching him raise his eyebrows

- "why were galliard and colt so close to you?" he didn't return the hug, just stared at you, waiting for an answer. you soon understood what was going on

- "is this all jealous, zeke?" you said, in a mocking tone, while squeezing the blonde's cheeks “you are so cute with jealousy”

- "don't say nonsense, you'll see the cute jealous when you get home" he whispered in his ear, making his legs wobble with pure anxiety

- he left a quick seal on your lips, now, hugging your waist, pulling you closer

- everyone knew he was jealous, but that was just his way of protecting you

- because he knows the soldiers and knows that they are not the best company from time to time

-he spent the whole party clutching his waist, showing everyone that you are his only

- you can be sure that he is the best boyfriend in the world <3

I’ll be your first request I’f you want.

I would like to request a Jean fic (he’s my favorite)

It’s y/ns birthday and he/she could care less. They always hated their birthday. Jean does everything to make it better

Could this take place during the winter while there is snow everywhere?

Yay!! (also thank you for the follow)

oh, okay! first I'm sorry for the delay in responding, i hope you like it. it is the first time that i write something so big for someone. 🥺

BIRTHDAY - Jean Kirstein

jean x f!reader

warning: none

fluffy.

today was your birthday, the date you hated the most in your life, so you decided not to tell anyone because you knew that if you told someone, that person would definitely make you celebrate, but you didn't want it happened at all. you got out of bed, taking out your cell phone and checking the messages. it was jean, his best friend and almost boyfriend. he had sent a congratulatory message, along with several emojis of happy people and birthday cakes. you rolled your eyes and just responded with a thank you. you looked out the window, and you could barely see anything, not least because the snow that accumulated on the window glass ended up fogging your whole view. this was the best time of year for you, as you were able to lie in bed under the covers while having a hot chocolate and watching a series on tv. and that’s what you’ve programmed for today. as you had just woken up, you chose to take a cold suit and go into the bathroom, undressing to go into the shower and take a hot shower. you also washed your hair, finishing the shower ten minutes later, leaving the shower and drying yourself, putting your clothes on. you went back to your room, sitting in the small armchair that you had beside your bed and started reading a book that you started those days, when your studies didn't hinder your reading habit. however, his reading was interrupted when he heard the sound of his bell ringing throughout the house, which made you feel strange, not least because you had not scheduled anyone to spend the day at your house. you got up off the couch, down the stairs quickly, walking to the front door and opening, seeing a jean with a smile on his face as he held a birthday cake, along with some candles indicating the number of the age he was making today.

- happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you! - he hummed, excited, while you gave him space so he could enter your house.

- jean, why did you do that? - you asked, pouting, which brought an upset expression to the boy. - you know i don't like to celebrate ...

- but i like! it's the birthday of the girl i like, why wouldn't i celebrate? - he replied, and you didn't expect that answer.

- the girl you like...? - you saw the jean's cheeks burn in shame.

- a-ah, y/n... i shouldn't have said that, i mean, i think i'm rushing things too much between us, i'm sorry. - he left the birthday cake on the coffee table in his living room, scratching the back of his neck, totally embarrassed. you laughed.

- is not. i enjoyed hearing that. - you admitted, with a silly smile on your face, approaching him. - okay, we can celebrate. but just this once. - now, you saw a bright smile appear on Jean's lips.

- ok, but now hug me, it was very cold outside and i don't think i had enough coats... - he admitted, making you laugh again.

soon, you pulled him into your arms, while fingering the boy's back, thinking about how lucky you were to have him in your life. he was the one who made you happy even on your birthday. and the rest of the day was like that. the two of you, exchanging caresses, while eating a piece of cake, sometimes jean would also put icing on your cheeks just to make an excuse that you would have to clean with your mouth, giving you a seal in that region. it was the first time in years that you really had fun on that date, and you can wait, because in the other years the same thing will happen: he will always be there to cheer you up even when no one else can.

hii can i request a porco x reader scenario where the reader is sick and porco has to take care of the reader until she's healthy again? please and thank youu have a nice day <3

porco taking care of you while you are sick

here it is! i hope you enjoy.

warning: none!

freader! x porco galliard

- this man will be worried, VERY worried

- he will go out to the pharmacy, buy all the medicines he thinks will help you with the pain

- but it won't be long before he comes home

- you are lying on the couch, watching some cartoon on television just to distract yourself

- and for a few seconds, galliard will watch you while leaning on the door, but his concern for you is much greater, so he will just join you on the couch, lying next to you and hugging you from behind

- you know that there is no better medicine than being in porco arms, in fact, his hugs are the best!

- “i promise that this is just a malaise, ok? it will pass and soon you will go back to being the stubborn one before" he says to comfort you, making you laugh

- you can be sure that he will also leave some kisses on the back of the neck, this is his way of showing affection and concern

- the night, he will not be able to sleep, because he will be more busy concentrating on staying awake to always be willing to help you if you feel sick at dawn

- he just wants to see you happy again

First date with Sasha Braus

- she would be much more nervous than you

- i would send you a thousand and one messages asking if you were sure you really wanted to go out with her

- she is a little insecure :( but she can put it aside only after you answered her messages saying that you were nervous for that first date

- sasha wants to take you to all possible diners, obviously he wanted to eat a lot but he also wanted to give his best to his girlfriend / boyfriend

- she wouldn't be ashamed to eat in front of you, this is a sasha thing

- she always holds your hand, interlacing your fingers and walking into yet another cafeteria

- she wasn't afraid to show how much she liked you

- you have to clean her mouth all the time, since she was always dirty because of the speed she eats

-even with shame, she would hold her face and fill you with kisses, together with caresses in her hair to make you comfortable

- at the end of the day she would take you to a supermarket and you would buy a lot of sweets to eat at home while watching a comedy movie, it’s sasha’s favorite genre

- this girl loves you very much so please take good care of her !! :(

ok this is a best friend request so i hope you like it too !!

WOOW!! i have a lot of requests and i'm really happy. my creativity is not so good today but I promise that i will deliver them all, even if slowly. thank you so much <3!!

❇️

Yanpai? SweatyOranges? In one post?!

press images to zoom in for better quality ^^!

I decided to draw two of my many ships for once, instead of just talking about them. I’ll probably do this more.

Princess and Prince Y/N :]!!

Click the images to get better quality-

Here’s some more little doodles I did (featuring the Necromancer :D!!)

There’s always been a little idea in my head with y/n being a royal and (for some reason) in love with the Necromancer. I might turn it into a fanfic…

🎶C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E-S-O-N-G!🎶

That poll was actually really fun to do, even if y/n looks like an ugly kid here-

I’ll definitely do more polls! Probably right after this post ^^!

also I kinda thought the “bum bum bum” lyric was kinda clever here since Mark’s game username is often just “BUMBUM”

Wilford’s breast reduction surgery /neg

Y/N: *looking at Thalia, Reyna, Percy, Annabeth, Jason, Piper, Hazel, Frank, Nico, Will and Leo*

Y/N: Everybody's tragic backstory gave them super sick skills and all I got were trust issues and allergies…

shattered promises || lh44 x reader

|| pairings: lewis hamilton x reader, platonic f1 grid x reader

|| angst

|| from the author: read angst hcs of f1 so i had to write one please remember this is just fictional, a work of my imagination

-fic under the cut-

The family home buzzed with chatter and laughter, the scent of home-cooked meals filling the air as everyone gathered for yet another event—one of many you’d grown used to over the years. Normally, these events made you feel content, like you belonged to something stable, a network of love that kept you grounded. You found comfort in them, and in Lewis, who stood beside you. His hand rested at the small of your back as you mingled with relatives, the familiar warmth of his touch steadying you.

But tonight was different. There was an undercurrent of tension you couldn’t quite place, a gnawing discomfort that tugged at your chest the longer the evening stretched on. Every so often, you caught your sister casting glances at Lewis—glances that felt too intimate, too knowing. At first, you brushed it off. You trusted them both implicitly; after all, your sister was family, and Lewis was the love of your life. The man who whispered sweet promises of forever in your ear on quiet nights, the man who made you feel like you were his world.

But something was wrong. You could feel it in the way Lewis’s smile didn’t quite reach his eyes whenever he looked at you, or in the way your sister seemed nervous, her laughter too forced when they interacted. The uneasy feeling festered as the night wore on, growing harder to ignore.

It all came to a head when you excused yourself from a conversation with some cousins, needing a moment to breathe and collect your racing thoughts. As you walked down the hallway, seeking a quiet corner of the house, you heard it. Muffled voices. The soft murmur of your sister’s voice, mixed with Lewis’s low, frantic tones.

You froze, heart hammering in your chest as you stood just outside the door. You knew it was wrong to eavesdrop, but something kept you rooted to the spot. You couldn’t stop yourself.

“Lewis, we can’t do this,” your sister’s voice whispered urgently, panic clear in her tone. “It was a mistake.”

“I know, I know,” Lewis replied, his voice strained. “It was a one-time thing. We were drunk, we weren’t thinking… but we can’t let her find out.”

Her. You.

The words hit you like a sledgehammer, and the air seemed to vanish from your lungs. Your mind raced, a sickening realization dawning on you as the blood rushed in your ears. You felt your knees wobble, the floor beneath you seeming to fall away as the betrayal washed over you in suffocating waves.

You pushed the door open, your hands trembling. Their heads snapped toward you, faces drained of color as they registered your presence. Your sister’s mouth opened, but no words came out. Lewis stepped forward, panic and guilt written all over his face.

“Y/N…,” he began, his voice shaking. “Please, let me explain.”

Your throat burned as you tried to speak, but the words got stuck. Tears welled up in your eyes, hot and unstoppable, as you took in the sight of them together. Your sister—the person you had grown up with, confided in, trusted more than anyone else in the world. And Lewis, the man who had sworn he would never hurt you.

“How could you?” you finally choked out, voice breaking. “Both of you? My own sister, and you… Lewis, how could you do this to me?”

Your sister’s face crumpled as she stepped forward, reaching out, her voice trembling. “Y/N, it was a mistake, I swear. We were drunk, it didn’t mean anything. Please—”

“Stop,” you spat, taking a step back, your chest heaving with sobs you could no longer hold back. “Don’t say another word. Don’t try to justify it. You both knew what you were doing. Drunk or not, you knew.” You turned to Lewis, the hurt in your eyes piercing through the fog of shock that clouded your mind. “You promised me,” you whispered, voice hoarse. “You said I was your forever. Was that a lie too?”

Tears filled Lewis’s eyes as he reached out for you, desperation clawing at his every word. “No, it wasn’t. Please, Y/N, it was one mistake. One night. I was drunk—I wasn’t thinking. But I love you. I love you more than anything in this world.”

But his words fell on deaf ears. Your heart was shattered, and all you could think of was getting away. You couldn’t stand to be in the same room with them, couldn’t bear to hear any more lies. Without another word, you turned and bolted out of the house, ignoring their frantic calls as you fled into the night, tears blinding your vision.

The cool night air hit you like a slap to the face, but it did nothing to calm the storm raging inside you. You didn’t know where you were going; all you knew was that you needed to run, to escape the crushing weight of their betrayal. Your legs carried you down the street, feet pounding against the pavement as sobs wracked your body.

“Y/N!” Lewis’s voice rang out behind you, growing closer as he chased after you, his footsteps echoing against the empty street. “Please, don’t leave! Let me explain! I can’t live without you. I love you, please… don’t go.”

But you didn’t stop. You couldn’t. His words only fueled your pain, making it harder to breathe. “Stay away from me!” you screamed, your voice breaking as your tears blurred everything around you. You were so lost in your grief that you didn’t see the car speeding down the road, didn’t hear the blaring horn until it was too late.

The impact came with a sickening thud, and the world went dark.

Lewis watched in horror as your body crumpled to the ground, his mind struggling to process what had just happened. Time seemed to freeze as he stood there, paralyzed with shock.

“No… no, no, no,” he whispered, rushing to your side. His hands trembled as he gathered your limp body into his arms, blood seeping into the pavement beneath you. “Please, no. Please don’t do this. Y/N, wake up. Wake up, please,” he begged, tears streaming down his face as he cradled you. “I wasn’t able to make it right. Let me tell her I love her one last time. I know I never deserved her, but why take her away? Why now?”

His words echoed into the night, but there was no answer. Only the silence of the empty street and the cold, lifeless body of the woman he loved more than anything.

The day of your funeral was dreary, the sky gray and overcast, as if the world itself mourned your loss. The church was packed with family, friends, and the entire F1 grid, but the air was thick with anger and blame. Lewis stood at the back, his face pale and gaunt, hollowed out by grief. His eyes, red and swollen from sleepless nights and endless tears, scanned the crowd, but no one would meet his gaze.

As the service ended, the drivers gathered around your grave, their faces hard with fury. Fernando Alonso was the first to approach him, his hand clenched into a fist.

“This is your fault,” Fernando hissed, his voice low and venomous before his fist connected with Lewis’s jaw, sending him stumbling backward. “You killed her.”

Lewis didn’t even fight back. The pain of the punch was nothing compared to the weight of his guilt. He barely reacted as the other drivers closed in, their faces a mix of rage and disgust. Max Verstappen, Sergio Pérez, Lando Norris, Charles Leclerc—they all looked at him as though he were the lowest form of life.

“Stay away from her grave,” Oscar Piastri snarled, shoving Lewis back. “You don’t deserve to be here.”

Lewis stood there, unable to move, unable to defend himself as the drivers took turns spitting their anger at him. He didn’t blame them. He deserved every word, every blow. He had failed you in the worst possible way.

Your friends, Lily Muni He, Alexandra Saint Mleux, Kika Gomes, Flavy Barla, and Kelly Piquet, stood off to the side, their eyes filled with contempt as they hurled insults at him and your sister.

“You’re disgusting,” Kika spat, her eyes blazing with hatred. “How could you do this to her? She loved you.”

“And you,” Lily said, glaring at your sister, her voice trembling with fury. “How could you betray her like that? You’re her sister!”

Your family wasn’t any more forgiving. Your mother, her face streaked with tears, approached Lewis as they lowered your coffin into the ground. She slapped him across the face, her sobs tearing through the quiet.

“Why are you here?” she screamed, her voice hoarse with grief. “Go away! You have no right to be here!”

Your father turned on your sister, his face twisted with rage. “How dare you show your face here?” he growled. “You are no child of mine.”

The weight of their anger and blame was suffocating, but Lewis couldn’t leave. He couldn’t tear himself away from your grave, from the last place he would ever see you. He had lost everything—his love, his future, his world.

In the end, he stood alone, surrounded by the wreckage of his choices. You were gone, and no amount of apologies or tears could bring you back. He had destroyed the one good thing in his life, and now he would have to live with that guilt for the rest of his days.

Oooooooooh are you doing requests?? Bc I’m just DYING to read a forbidden love trope with hort from school of good and evil 🖤he’s so bbg wet cat looking freak (affectionate)

from the author: omg hello !! yes i am !! as soon as i saw it i knew i just had to write it so here you are i hope you enjoy this anon !!

secrets in the shadows || hort x tedros’ sister reader

notes: my first request hehe

pairings: hort x ever!reader

genre: forbidden love

type: oneshot

-fic under the cut-

You sat at the window of your dorm in the School for Good, staring out at the lush landscape of Gavaldon in the distance. The flickering lanterns of the castle illuminated the night sky, and for a moment, it all seemed so peaceful. But inside, your mind was swirling with chaos.

Being Tedros’ sister came with responsibilities, especially being an Ever. You were expected to embody perfection, grace, and loyalty to the School for Good. But your heart was far more complicated than that.

You were in love with Hort.

It wasn’t supposed to happen. He was a Never, a boy from the shadows, the antithesis of everything Good stood for. Your relationship was a secret—hidden glances during classes, stolen moments in dark corridors, and whispered conversations in the dead of night. But recently, it wasn’t enough for Hort.

You remembered the fight, the one that tore a crack in your heart.

“We can’t keep doing this,” Hort had said, his voice strained as he paced back and forth in the woods just beyond the school. “I’m tired of hiding, Y/N.”

You looked at him, your arms crossed defensively. “Hort, you know why we have to. If anyone finds out, it could ruin everything.”

“Ruin what?” he snapped, turning to face you, his green eyes blazing with frustration. “All we have are a few moments here and there. We’re practically invisible. What are we even protecting?”

You swallowed hard, the weight of your crown pressing down on you. “I’m protecting my family—Tedros, the kingdom. If they find out I’m with a Never…”

Hort’s jaw clenched, his fists curling at his sides. “So, I’m just some dirty secret to you?”

“That’s not fair, Hort,” you whispered, tears pricking at your eyes. “You know it’s more than that.”

“Then why don’t you want to tell anyone? Why are you ashamed of me?” His words cut through you like a blade, sharp and painful.

“I’m not ashamed,” you choked out. “I’m scared.”

He shook his head, his expression hardening. “Fine. If you’re too scared to be with me out in the open, maybe we shouldn’t be together at all.”

And just like that, he walked away, leaving you alone with your guilt and your fear.

For weeks, things were cold between you two. Hort avoided you in the halls, and when your eyes met during lunch, he’d look away, as if the sight of you pained him. You tried to bury yourself in your studies, but nothing could distract you from the ache in your chest.

Tedros noticed something was off but didn’t pry. Beatrix, always nosy, gave you concerned looks, while Sophie and Agatha were too caught up in their own drama to notice. But you missed Hort—his sarcastic comments, his ridiculous smirk, the way he could make you laugh even on the worst days.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You had to fix things.

One night, when the moon was high in the sky, you found Hort sitting by the lake near the School for Evil, staring at the reflection of the castle in the water. He didn’t look up when you approached.

“Hort,” you said softly, stepping closer. He remained silent.

You took a deep breath, your heart pounding in your chest. “I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I’ve been so focused on what I’m afraid of that I forgot what matters most.”

He glanced up at you, his expression guarded but hopeful. “And what’s that?”

“You,” you said, kneeling beside him. “I love you, Hort. And I don’t want to lose you.”

His eyes softened, the hurt still there but fading. “Then why are we hiding?”

“I was scared of what my family would think. Of what the others would say,” you admitted, your voice trembling. “But I realized that none of that matters. If I lose you because of my fear, then I’ve already lost everything.”

Hort looked at you for a long moment, then sighed, the tension in his shoulders easing. “So, what now?”

You reached out and took his hand, squeezing it tightly. “We go public. Together.”

The next morning, you and Hort stood just outside the dining hall, your heart pounding as you laced your fingers together. You could already hear the chatter of students inside, oblivious to the storm about to hit.

“Ready?” Hort asked, his voice steady despite the uncertainty in his eyes.

You nodded, taking a deep breath. “Ready.”

With that, you pushed open the doors, stepping into the bustling dining hall hand in hand. At first, no one noticed—students were too caught up in their conversations and breakfast. But then, the whispers started, spreading like wildfire across the room.

Beatrix was the first to react, her mouth dropping open in shock. “What—?”

Agatha and Sophie exchanged a look, their eyes wide with surprise. Anadil, Dot, and Hester, who had been sitting together, stared in disbelief, Hester’s brow furrowed in confusion while Dot’s eyes lit up with curiosity.

But the most intense reaction came from Tedros. He stood up so fast that his chair clattered to the floor, his blue eyes blazing as he stormed over to you.

“What is this?” he demanded, his gaze shifting between you and Hort. “You’re with him?”

You swallowed, standing your ground. “Yes, I am.”

Tedros stared at you, as if struggling to process your words. “But he’s a Never.”

“I know,” you said, lifting your chin. “And I love him.”

The dining hall went silent, all eyes on you and Hort. Tedros looked torn between anger and confusion, but after a moment, he let out a frustrated sigh and ran a hand through his hair. “Fine,” he muttered, though he clearly wasn’t thrilled. “Just…don’t expect me to like it.”

Hort smirked, giving Tedros a mock salute. “Wouldn’t dream of it, mate.”

Agatha nudged Sophie, who was still staring in disbelief. “Looks like love really is unpredictable,” she whispered, earning a glare from Sophie.

You turned to Hort, squeezing his hand as relief washed over you. The hardest part was over, and now, you were free to be together—no more hiding, no more secrets.

And as you and Hort sat down, hand in hand, you realized that nothing else mattered as long as you had each other.

trying out haikyuu smau !!

note: please please please send some requests

incorrect quotes || rise of red ft. y/n

|| note: this is fictional yall

|| pairings: rise of red x reader

|| sfw

|| from the author: have fun reading hehe ^^

-incquotes under the cut-

Hook: Underestimate me. That'll be fun.

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Uliana: You’re charged with…..breaking into a pet store? Chloe: I thought the animals might be lonely.

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Ella : Come on, Bridget. Nobody actually believes that Charming is in love with me. Bridget, to The Squad: Raise your hand if you think that Charming is helplessly in love with Ella. *Everyone raises their hand* Ella: Charming, put your hand down.

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Morgie: Why are you drinking? Maleficent: I drink when I'm depressed. Morgie: But you're always drinking? Maleficent: *smug grin*

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Charming, to Ella: You wanna fight? All right, let’s take this outside. The stars are so bright tonight and the moon looks so nice. Here, hold my hand—

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Hook: I’m a reverse necromancer! Y/n: Isn’t that just- Maleficent: No. Shut up. Shut the fuck up. You are literally so fucking unfunny that it hurts. It physically hurts my body knowing that people still think murder is funny. I cant believe im saying this but do you guys know how chronically online you all are, thinking that saying “oOh iM a rEVeRsE nECrOmANcER i LOvE tO kiLL pEOpLe” is genuinely funny and will get everyone in the room shitting themselves from laughter?? cause its not. It’s fucking not. In fact, its the unfunniest fucking joke ever. Not just any joke about killing people. This one specifically. Its so unfunny and stupid. Nobody is fucking laughing at that, Hook. It makes you look like a greasy emo kid who has never been outside once in their life and uses tumblr religiously. Like not even the funny side of tumblr. the fucking unfunny side filled with overused jokes about murder and illegal acts. Honestly, youre so unfunny, Hook. Fuck you.

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Cinderella: Damn, the power went out. Y/n: Don’t worry, I got this. Y/n: *shakes rapidly and starts to light up* Cinderella: What-? Y/n: I swallowed a glow stick! Cinderella, on the verge of tears: WHY WOULD YOU-

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Red: I can't imagine what Hades is planning. But I can tell you two things. We won't like it and it won't be legal.

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Hades: You know, there’s only one person in this world who can tell you what you are. Y/n: Me. Hades: No. Hades: Me.

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Hades: Do you guys hear something? Maleficent: I hear the sound of you shutting the fuck up.

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Hades: Astrology is fun because I can pretend that all of my behaviors are just a result of being a Gemini and not symptoms of mental illness. Uliana: Being a Gemini is a mental illness. That’s not hate it’s just a fact.

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Red: Due to personal reasons, I will be fucking sinking to the bottom of the ocean in a large metal box. Queen of Hearts: Did Chloe say 'I love you' and you said 'Thanks'? Red: THE REASONS ARE PERSONAL–

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Hook: I’d kill someone if you asked me to. Morgie: I’m pretty sure you’d kill someone even if I didn’t ask you to.

Chapter 1

King’s Landing -

You never ever wanted to see your older brother Rhaegar after he betrayed and ran away to marry Lyanna stark when he promised you that he would marry you when the times come all you  have in your heart is hatred for Lyanna who used to be a friend and your brother Rhaegar in your heart they betrayed you. The people who worked in the red keep sees the change that happening to the most happy girl in the castle the girl who used to smile

A lot was gone. Arthur was walking the halls of the red keep when he saw the princess alone walking.

Princess Rain it is good to see you - Arthur

Nice to see you to Arthur - y/n

After their pleasantries Arthur was going to continue on his walk when rain called from once again

Oh Arthur - y/n

Yes princess - arthur

Would you be kind enough to tell Jon Connigton to never show his face to me or i will kill him with my bare hands - y/n

Arthur was shocked with the words of the girl he can hear the venom and the hatred in his voice she was serious about killing jon. The girl just walked away from Arthur and went to the study of the mad king when he entered he saw they were having a meeting.

My king are you sure on what you are to do - Tywin

Yes i need someone from the family to help me around with westeros rhaella is in dragonstone with the children and i’m not getting any younger - Aerys

I shall start the planning for the event - Tywin

I want everything to be perfect - Aerys

Of Course my king - Tywin

Varys spread a word their shall be a tourney - Aerys

Yes my king - Varys

Varys and Tywin left the study of the mad king  

Arthur i want you the prepare more guards there's going to be an event i want everything as smooth as it can be that baratheon bastard might come and destroy everything can be - Aerys

Yes my king - Arthur

You may leave now if you see my daughter tell her to come here i must talk to her -  Aerys

Of course my king - Arthur

Arthur was walking when he saw the master of whispers varys he walked toward the man

Lord Varys - Arthur

Arthur what can i do for you - varys

I would like to ask what is the event that is being told by the king ? - Arthur

The event is going to be for the birth of princess rain and the announcing she is the crowned princess - Varys

What does queen rhaella know - Arthur

That’s i’m not sure about where are you going  - Varys

To find the princess the king wants to talk to her - Arthur

How is prince rhaegar - varys

I have not visited them yet - arthur

Varys nodded and left arthur went straight to yours chambers he knock and waited for your

Princess it is me arthur - arthur

Yes you may enter - y.n

Princess your father wants to talk to you - arthur

Would you be kind enough to walk with me to him i do not want to be alone - y/n

Of Course my lady - arthur

Thank you - y/n

Arthur and Rain walked to the chambers of Aerys they knocked before entering the room. The mad king have a special place for his eldest daughter

Father what you want to talk to me - y/n

Yes my dear arthur please leave us . I’m planning on crowning you as the crown princess - aerys

What do you rhaegar is older - y/n

I know you are more fitting for the throne you remind me so much of my beautiful mother - aerys

But how can i continue are family in throne if rhaegar is married to another- rain

Let’s not talk about that now i want you to focus on your coronation - aery

Thank you father - y/n

You came out the room arthur was talking to a soldier you walked towards her  the soldier saw you bow before leaving

Arthur have a walk with me - y/n

Of Course princess - arthur

Arthur and Rain walked the gardens of the red keep to past time.

Arthur i’m scared - y/n

What are you scared of - arthur

I’m scared on what’s about to happen - y/n

Everything will be fine. Princess i will leaving for soon for dorne i will be back soon - arthur

Well then i wish safe travels for you and tell oberyn to send it - y/n

Send what my lady if i might ask - arthur

My plan that me and Oberyn only knows and you know. - y/n

Arthur nodded and walked rain to his chambers before leaving for dorne

The Dragon Queen

Y/N is the sister of Rhaegar they were engage to be married. But things happen

tolerate it //[g.w.]

Summary: George has always been pretty much in the dark about how you feel about him, yet that hasn’t changed your affections for the ginger-haired boy.

Warnings: Angst, possibly slow burn idk

A/N: Hiya! My blog was pretty dead and I’ve just been reading other’s works on it, but I recently have been pretty torn about starting to write again. I figured that now is as good a time as any, and I hope that anybody who decides to read this enjoys it at least a little. I decided to just write and see where it takes me, so this is probably more of a drabble than anything else. This has not been beta read, and any feedback is appreciated!

Word Count: 884

I sit and watch you reading with your head low I wake and watch you breathing with your eyes closed

George had all but stumbled into the gryffindor common room after perhaps one of the most rigorous quidditch practices as of late. The tension practically dripped off his skin as he rolled his shoulders back and let out a deep groan.

“Hey Georgie, your face looks almost as red as your hair. Did you have to outrun Filch on the way back or something?” He mockingly laughed at your sarcasm and dropped down onto the couch next to you.

“Nah, we all know Filch can’t run nearly fast enough to tire me out. It’s just Oliver has been a bloody prat since the house cup is coming up...” George wiped his hand across his forehead, gathering the beads of sweat making their way across his hairline.

You giggled, and settled into a comfortable silence as you continued to study. George’s head hung down as he settled into the couch, seemingly lulled into a sleepy state by the intermittent turning of pages. Deciding to sneak a glance at the redhead, you looked up and were greeted by the sight of George’s head bobbing up and down, his eyes fighting to stay open.

“Why don’t you go get cleaned up, and I’ll go sneak us some biscuits from the kitchen. You look too tired to go all the way to the great hall anyways.” George nodded, and heaved himself off of the plush cushions.

“Remind me to have mom send you some cinnamon twists, you deserve them for taking care of me so well.” You giggled, and the two of you parted ways. You nearly sprinted to the kitchen, hoping that you could use up some energy and force your heart to calm down now that George was gone.

*****

I wait by the door like I'm just a kid Use my best colors for your portrait

“Awww, what’cha drawing, Y/N?” Fred made a grab for the sketchbook nestled in your lap, clearly egged on by the laughter of his twin brother and Lee.

“Fred. Give it back.” The way your voice rose shocked the three boys to their cores; In all the time they had known you, you never raised your voice at them. It didn’t matter if you were being used as a means of making a joke, you usually simply giggled and brushed it off. 

Fred turned away from you, and immediately realized why you wanted to keep the book out of his hands. On the open page, you had drawn his younger brother in astonishing detail. Every line was light, yet strategically placed as if you had spent hours painstakingly sketching the boy out. Fred decided it was a better choice to close the book and pass it back to your flushed figure.

“Sorry about that, Y/N. It was only a joke.” Fred stammered, and immediately staggered to place his hands on George and Lee’s broad shoulders. “Why don’t you boys go grab some skiving snackboxes from the dorm, and I’ll give Y/N here a nice shoulder rub for causing her so much grief.”

George and Lee simply chuckled and walked away, the swish of their robes breaking the awkward silence forming between Fred and you.

“You can’t tell George.”

“How long, Y/N?” He dropped next to you on the grass, placing his large hand on your knee as a sign of comfort.

“Look... It’s just a small crush, I’ve had it since 5th year. It’ll probably be gone by the summer. Just please, don’t bring it up.” You dropped your gaze and focused on pulling strands of grass from the area around your ankles. The ferocity with which you tugged on the green blades suggested all Fred needed to know, and he dropped the subject, deciding to focus on moving to knead your tense shoulders instead.

*****

I made you my temple, my mural, my sky Now I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life

“Y/N, you won’t believe who I just asked to the yule ball!” George practically pounced on you from behind, ripping your focus from the potions essay you were currently writing.

Your heart immediately dropped, but you forced a smile on your face. “Who’s the lucky bird, Georgie?”

“Alicia! I mean, we are just going as mates, but who knows what this could lead to... Maybe I won’t end this year without a gal to send some letters to this summer, if you catch my drift.”

You could always send me letters...

“Well, that’s great for you George! I bet you will make a great couple, even if it is just for the dance for now.” You slammed your notebook shut, and began to gather your things. “Hopefully you both have fun at the ball.”

George noticed your lack of enthusiasm for his small victory, but brushed it off as jealousy seeing as you had no date for the ball yet.

“Hey, Y/N, you know I could always set you up with Lee or one of the lads, right? It’s what best friends do, after all!” The ginger’s voice carried through the common room, but what he couldn’t see was the fat droplets of tears rolling down your cheeks.

Best friends...

Masterlist

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just finished my school project guysss pls bear w meee😔😔

ah yes this was staring at me so longgg :l had to finish it :3

have a nice dayyy/nightttt

small doodle for yall ig ;3

i actually wanted to draw something…. um different (idk how i ended up w sukuna lol)

have a nice dayy/night!!! ;333

Hi beautifuls!!! Here's an update for 𝓾𝓹𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓔𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓮 𝓦𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓶𝓼 𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓼:

Gamer Ellie: (𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕤) ;)

Pillow princess Ellie: (𝕊𝕙𝕖'𝕤 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕤𝕙𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕗𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕤𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕒 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖)

Jealous Ellie: (𝕀 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕖)

Dressing up for Ellie: (𝕊𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕫𝕪 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕖'𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤)

Squirting: (𝕊𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕣𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖)

SUB ELLIE!! ((𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟'𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕧𝕖 𝕀 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕕𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤, 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕖'𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕘𝕖𝕥'𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕨)

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POV: Deku likes your uniform👀

Based on this post:

https://peke-pess.tumblr.com/post/623628547380166656

I saw this and hastily grabbed my tablet and got to work.

Feel free to put your own OC or whatever, except, reposting.

*Jason and Y/n singing in the batcave*

Jason: Hey we got K rounds. Glocks with 30.

Y/n: Run up on me, I’ma do you dirty.

Jason: Hey we got K rounds, 762s.

Y/n: So you know I gotta be.

Both: So I ain’t gon miss you.

*Richard secretly recording* Blackmail has never been sweeter.