Them:

Men use “I’m just a man” to cheat on their wives. Odysseus uses “I’m just a man” to kill, slay and torture people to get back to HIS wife. They are not the same.

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.

🥰 🥰 🥰 for @rjshope

on the ground || oikawa tooru x reader

|| note: this is inspired by on the ground by rose of blackpink

|| pairing: oikawa tooru x fem!reader

|| angst to fluff || from the author: my first fic after rebranding !! i hope you guys like this !! requests are open but please read my rules first !! thank you guys <3

-fic starts below the cut-

"everything i need is on the ground"

The sound of sneakers squeaking against the gym floor echoed in the spacious gym, the rhythmic thud of a volleyball bouncing reverberating through the air. Oikawa Tooru's eyes were focused, his determination palpable as he practiced yet another serve. It was his routine—volleyball was his world, and nothing else seemed to matter as much.

Except, there was something—or rather, someone—who used to matter just as much, if not more.

You.

You had been by his side since middle school, a constant presence of warmth and support, always cheering him on from the sidelines. But as the years went by and Oikawa’s obsession with perfecting his game grew, that warmth began to fade. Dates were rescheduled, conversations were cut short, and the time you once shared was slowly replaced with endless practice sessions.

It all culminated in a tearful breakup during your second year of high school. You had tried to make him understand that you didn’t want to be second to volleyball, that you missed him, the real him. But Oikawa had been too blinded by his ambitions to see the pain in your eyes.

“I can’t do this anymore, Tooru,” you had whispered, voice breaking as you walked away.

And just like that, you were gone.

The summer before his third year, Oikawa’s life came crashing down. A knee injury, the one thing every athlete feared, had struck him hard. The pain wasn’t just physical—it was a reminder of his limitations, of the fragility of the dream he had sacrificed so much for.

The clinic door swung open as he limped out, his mind a whirlpool of frustration and regret. But as he stepped onto the street, the world seemed to blur around him, his thoughts drowning in memories of you.

He remembered the time you had pulled him into a quaint café after a tough practice, insisting that he needed a break. You had laughed so freely, the sound like music to his ears. There was the time you had walked home together, your hand slipping into his as you talked about everything and nothing.

As if the universe had a cruel sense of humor, he looked up and saw you.

You stood there, just a few feet away, your eyes widening in surprise as you recognized him. For a moment, neither of you moved, the weight of the past hanging between you like a storm cloud.

“Tooru,” you finally said, your voice soft, almost hesitant.

His heart clenched at the sound of his name on your lips. He took a step forward, his gaze pleading. “(Y/N)... I’m sorry. For everything. I was a fool for letting you go.”

You swallowed, eyes darting away. “It’s not that simple, Tooru.”

“I know,” he admitted, his voice hoarse with sincerity. “But I want to make it right. I want to be the person you deserve, the person who puts you first.”

You looked at him, searching his face for something—maybe the boy you had fallen in love with all those years ago. “I need time, Tooru. I’m not sure if I can just... go back to how things were.”

He nodded, understanding the gravity of your words. “Take all the time you need. I’ll wait. I’ll prove to you that I’ve changed.”

As the third year of high school began, Oikawa kept his promise. The Aoba Johsai boys’ volleyball team noticed the difference immediately. He was still their determined captain, but something had shifted. He was softer, more thoughtful, as if he was trying to balance his two loves—volleyball and you.

He’d leave little notes in your locker, encouraging you through exams. He’d show up at your door with your favorite snacks, claiming he just happened to be in the neighborhood. The team watched, amused and supportive, as Oikawa worked to win you back.

But it was after Aoba Johsai’s crushing loss to Karasuno that everything came to a head. Oikawa was devastated, his heart breaking not just from the loss, but from the realization that he might never be enough, that all his efforts might be in vain.

Iwaizumi found you in the stands, watching as Oikawa sat slumped on the court, tears in his eyes.

“He needs you,” Iwaizumi said simply, a rare softness in his usually stern voice.

You didn’t hesitate. You made your way to the court, your heart pounding as you knelt beside Oikawa. He looked up at you, his expression crumbling at the sight of you there, by his side, where you had always been.

“I’m sorry,” he choked out, the words raw with emotion. “I tried so hard, but I still couldn’t—”

“Shh,” you whispered, pulling him into your arms. “You did your best, Tooru. That’s all that matters.”

He clung to you as if you were his lifeline, the weight of his insecurities and regrets heavy on his shoulders. And as you held him, you realized that despite everything, you still loved him. The boy who had once neglected you had grown, had changed, and you knew he deserved another chance.

“Let’s start over,” you murmured against his hair.

He pulled back slightly, hope flickering in his tear-streaked eyes. “Really?”

You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Really.”

The next thing you knew, his lips were on yours, soft and desperate, a kiss that spoke of promises and second chances. The world faded away, leaving just the two of you in that moment.

When you finally pulled apart, the rest of the team was watching, grins on their faces.

“About time,” Matsukawa teased, earning a smack on the back of the head from Hanamaki.

“You did good, Oikawa,” Iwaizumi said, a rare smile on his lips.

Oikawa smiled back, a genuine, heartfelt smile as he intertwined his fingers with yours. He knew that this was just the beginning—a new chapter in both his life and his relationship with you.

And this time, he was determined to get it right.

you don't even get three episodes into tom and jerry before that faggot jerry uses mistletoe to get tom to stop chasing him and kiss him instead. and that faggot tom coquettishly complies.

yes, your honour, i made them yellow and blue to symbolize the brightness outside the closet and the darkness inside it, byler made me and i will NOT apologize !!

It really just hit me that we are living through history.

Even if you are not a Max Verstappen or Red Bull Racing fan, stop for a moment and relish in the greatness we’ve witnessed these past four seasons.

I remember being young and asking my father and grandfathers about Ayrton Senna and Alain Prost and Niki Lauda.

I remember being just old enough to understand the enormity of what Michael Schumacher was able to accomplish towards the end of his time with Ferrari.

One day our own children and grandchildren will oooh and aaah about how we got to witness Sebastian Vettel and Lewis Hamilton and Max Verstappen’s domination.

This sport moves quick. Champions come and go. Drivers come and go. Teams come and go.

So stop for a moment and just appreciate the era of Formula 1 we’ve been lucky enough to live through.

the girl is mine | charles leclerc, alexandra saint mleux

pairing: charles leclerc x actress!reader x alexandra saint mleux

summary: when your new movie comes out, your boyfriend and girlfriend get jealous of fans shipping you with your costar, even though your relationship is still a secret to the public

fc: rachel zegler

request: here and here

a/n: and he wins in austinnnn! (with alex because apparently now i cannot write about charles without also writing about alex)

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