#(which. yeah we don’t have time for all that right now)

[gojoest]

f!reader, she/her pronouns used, you work in the office’s sales and investment department, managing clients and closing deals, your VIP client gojo satoru ofc is down bad for you

“is he here again?” one of your coworkers whispers, eyeing the white haired man lounging in the waiting area.

“yeah”, the other replies with a nod. “he must be loaded. i mean, look at him — he’s buying land or property every other day”

“should we go see what he’s here for this time?”

a third chimes in, lowering her voice. “i already tried, but he said he’s waiting for her”

“oh, of course”, the first two say in unison, rolling their eyes. “he never wants to work with anyone else but her”

the man sitting across from them is gojo satoru — the head of the infamous and powerful gojo clan and, without question, one of the richest men in japan. he first walked into the office a month ago for a routine estate deal, but then… he saw you. since then, he’s been coming back almost daily — buying land, investing in companies, expanding his already ridiculous portfolio. but it’s never really about business, he doesn’t care about doubling or tripling his assets — every deal, every investment, it’s just an excuse to see you.

the office chatter cuts off the moment you step out of the meeting room, walking alongside a new client you had just finished discussing terms with.

“it was a pleasure meeting you” — the man says warmly, taking your offered hand but instead of shaking it, he lifts it to his lips and places a kiss on your knuckles. “i would be delighted to work with you”

you clear your throat, not exactly pleased with his actions, and retract your hand quickly while still maintaining a polite and professional smile as you nod. “likewise”

“may i have your number? just in case any details come up?”

“of course” you reply, and the two of you exchange business cards.

as the client exits, your attention shifts to a sharp tapping sound coming from the waiting area. there he is — gojo satoru — legs crossed, one foot thudding impatiently against the floor while the other on top swings, arms folded tightly across his chest, his usual carefree demeanor nowhere to be seen. he’s clearly not pleased.

another man had just tried his luck with you, just like he once did. and chances are, just like him, that man will be back.

“i would be delighted to work with you” — satoru mutters under his breath, mimicking the client’s voice with exaggeratedly small voice. “yeah, right. my ass”

you can’t help but chuckle and walk over to him. “hello, mr. gojo”

he huffs, still pissed at the way that man kissed your hand. offering no greeting in return and no teasing grin as he usually does, he jumps straight to the point with a grumbled confession.

“you know, i’m a very jealous man”, he pauses, eyes still locked on the door your client just walked out of, before he continues — “i already don’t like the idea of that man calling or texting you”

you raise a brow as you take a seat beside him. “it’s business related”, you reply, though you’re not sure why you’re even giving him an explanation, let alone trying to calm him down.

“yeah? well, so was mine the first time, but look how that turned out”

you roll your eyes, fighting the smile tugging at your lips. “you mean you buying half the city just to keep showing up here?”

“exactly” he leans back, spreading his arms along the top of the couch like he owns the entire building — which, at this point, wouldn’t surprise you. “you’re a dangerous woman. all professional and focused until suddenly i’m out here investing in organic rice farms just for a reason to see you”

you laugh. “is that why you wanted to meet me today?”

he shrugs. “who knows? maybe i suddenly care a lot about sustainable agriculture”

“you’re ridiculous”, you snort.

“and you’re unreal”, his tone a bit more teasing now. “i swear you could get on my nerves every day and i’d still thank the universe for putting you in my life”

“huh?” you blink.

“i’m serious”, he says, voice dropping low, eyes locked on yours. “you driving me crazy, making me jealous, acting like this is just business — you could keep doing that for the rest of my life. because the most beautiful woman on earth getting on my nerves? that’s an honor.” he pauses for half a second, then leans in, “but i need to make you mine — officially”

“what are you—“

before you can finish, he cuts you off. “we can go pick a ring right now” he says casually like he’s offering to go grab some coffee. “i’ve already got five jewelers on speed dial. we’ll go full sparkle because you deserve nothing less”

you just stare at him in disbelief, torn between laughing and checking to see if he’s actually joking.

“what?” he grins. “don’t look so shocked. i told you from the start that i don’t do things halfway, especially not when it comes to you”

you’re not oblivious, of course. you’ve known for a while now that gojo satoru has a thing for you. the way he always asks for you specifically, the over-the-top deals, the charming smiles paired with suspiciously timed visits — it is beyond obvious. though part of you always thought it was just a tiny, harmless crush. but now he’s suddenly talking about rings like you’ve already been dating for years and it’s the most natural progression.

okay, maybe, just maybe, calling it a tiny crush doesn’t really hold up when the man is out here casually buying half the city just for an excuse to see you.

you narrow your eyes at him, a smirk tugging at your lips. “you know, maybe before we start ring shopping we should try lunch first”

“lunch, huh?” satoru tilts his head, pretending to think.

you nod. “yeah. you know — small steps! a conversation that isn’t about land acquisitions or surprise proposals”

he leans in, his voice smug and sweet all at once. “would you freak out if i told you i already bought the ring?”

“no, you didn’t”

“yes, i did”, he says, completely unfazed. “it’s in my pocket”

[narcjsistx]

please I have such a good request that I think is funny. After chapter 307, imagine Reader asks Sae if they can buy a pet bunny and he instantly tells her no, and she’s asking why not and he’s like “ No 😐🥀” but like, crack. It can be smau or fic I FEEL IT WOULD BE SO FUNNY THO

i usually don't make written fic requests, only smau ones, but this one really made me laugh. so here we are guys

✶ 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; take a look, trust me!

it felt strange to have SAE ITOSHI at home for more than three days in a row — strange, but definitely pleasant. the spanish tour had just ended with great results, and that gave him the chance to finally relax a little, in the quiet of his home

it was nice to actually be able to hug him, and not just send a message he’d only read hours later in his hotel room. it was even nice just to spend time together in the same room, too

sae genuinely thought these days would be the best of the month — finally free to train only when he truly felt like it, and most of all, finally able to spend time with you after months of random flights for equally random, short-lived visits

he thought the days would pass by peacefully, with you

big mistake, sae itoshi.

"babe, can you watch the video i sent you?"

"okay. which one of the last... fortytwo?"

it wasn’t anything new to see that many videos waiting when he opened your chat. it was a habit you had since the very beginning of the relationship, and honestly, he didn’t mind it

"you’re not funny! it’s not fortytwo, c'mon..."

"fortysix."

"... just watch the last seven"

opening the chat, the number of bunnies that appears before his eyes is disgustingly disgusting. he sees all kinds: short fur, long fur, white, black, brown, long ears, short ears. his throat tightens almost automatically as he looks up — only to find you already standing in front of him with your phone in hand, with that face that, ever since you two got together, has never once been told no. he sighs bored, as you throw yourself down next to him on the couch, holding your phone right up to his face. instinctively he wraps an arm around your shoulders to pull you closer — but he’d throw that bunny on your screen as far away from him as humanly possible

"look how cute it is! it’s looking for a home, it’s up for adoption at the center near our hom—"

"absolutely not."

you turn surprised, lowering the screen slightly. you press your lips together like you’ve just received the worst news of your life, and sae already regrets having answered so coldly. it’s just that he can’t understand how such a cute animal could have the name of a jerk — the ultimate jerk, the very ultimate jerk

"... you don’t like bunnies?"

oh, he’d definitely like them more if they didn’t remind him so much of that barcha jerk — so jumpy and damn tall. sae clears his throat, moving the screen away from his face

"i don’t like bunnies"

"why? they’re so innocent, they don’t need much attention, and im home most of the time anyway"

"i don’t like them because they’re messy, they smell, they pee everywhere, and they ruin dreams that have nothing to do with them—"

"... i don’t think they do that?"

sae raises an eyebrow, then runs a hand through his hair — just to calm himself down a little. you look at him with that look, the one that’s been his downfall for years now. suddenly, your face is replaced by iglesias’s, and for a moment, sae is completely speechless. only when your actual face comes back into view he let out a sigh of relief, a very long one

"i just don’t think it’s the right pet for us, considering my job and the fact that you want to start university. don’t you think maybe... i don’t know, a dog would be a better choice?"

"but i want a bunny"

"yeah, and i’d like to be a striker, but things don’t always go the way we want"

"i don’t see how that has anything to do with what i said..."

"im just telling you to listen to me, trust me. bunnies are evil"

you give him a bit of a look, then slump against his shoulder with a pout. sae starts running his fingers through your hair, fully aware that maybe — just maybe — he’s won this battle, a battle harder than the one against barcha a few months ago

"i already had a list of names ready"

sae sighs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. the gesture doesn’t quite erase your pout, but your eyebrows are furrowed just a little less. hearing the list can’t possibly cause another mental breakdown… right?

"alright, let’s hear it. what were you thinking?"

"OKAY SO… since we’re in spain, i thought of a spanish name. everyone gives their pets human names, but i want to stand out… with building names. i was thinking of… catedral, colegio, cine, estadio... maybe even tienda, iglesia—"

oh, no bunny will ever cross the threshold of this house as long as sae is alive. neither human nor animal

[finelinevogue]

i had a thought for a part 2 for the 'ridiculous' lando fic (obvs don't have to do it if it's crap) but maybe you could write about them being together like a year later at the next monaco gp and her friends who were being horrible to her like trying to get back in touch with y/n so they could get gp tickets because shes going out with lando

i genuinely love all your fics though, i've been here for timeeee ahhaha

makes sense to be with you

yesss let’s do it my love!! and don’t you worry, i know you’ve been here with me since the beginning <33 i never forget a name!

pairing - lando norris x girlfriend!reader

word count - ~2k

It’s race day.

The nerves were high for everyone. Sometimes you felt like your nerves were even higher than Lando’s - which was a silly thing to think.

Lando had driven you to the Monaco Grand Prix this morning, spare hand on your thigh the entire journey. You had gotten ready together this morning and Lando had calmed your nerves with a few soft morning kisses in between stolen moments.

Pulling up outside the venue though, the tension felt high.

Lando stopped the car and sat with you for a moment.

“You good?” He asked, not letting your hand go.

“Yeah. Just thinking about this time last year.” You rested your head on the back of the headrest and turned to face your boyfriend.

He watched you with a handsome smile.

“A lot’s changed since then.”

“I know.”

He chuckled which caused you to laugh back.

“I’m nervous but I’m excited for this weekend.” He told you honestly.

“You’re going to be amazing.”

He looked from you to the crowds outside the car, snapping photos and recording videos of the two of you. It was busy out there, but nothing that the two of you couldn’t handle.

It had been difficult the past year trying to fit in beside Lando and keep up with his pace of life, but he had been so patient and caring with you. Because of him the last year had been easier than it could’ve been.

Your phone beeped.

You chuckled to yourself as you opened the WhatsApp notifications.

“Who is it?” Lando asked, peering over your shoulder because he knew you’d have nothing to hide. “Oh they can fuck right off.”

“Lando!” You laughed.

It was from your ex friends and their whole group. They had added you to their group chat last minute, knowing they needed you for what they wanted.

Rochelle : How are we supposed to get tickets for the Monaco GP?

Eva : Let’s ask Y/N now she’s with Lando

Jemima : so true

Rochelle : OMG yes!!!!

[ Y/N has been added to the chat ]

Eva : Hey Y/N! Long time no speak!

“Do they realise that you can see all the conversations above?” Lando scoffed beside you.

“Probably not.”

“Bunch of….” Lando started to mutter.

“Hey, don’t,” You stopped him before he could say something he would later regret, “I’m okay.”

You deleted the group chat from your phone and left it alone, placing your phone in your lap as you squeezed Lando’s hand tightly. You used your other hand to guide his face to yours.

“I’m okay.” You promised him.

He nodded.

“Doesn’t mean I don’t like them though.”

“Enough now. Don’t let them ruin your day.” You softly brushed your thumb over his cheek and he leant into it a little more.

“Don’t want them to ruin yours either.”

“They can’t.” You shook your head.

Lando was confident with your answer and leaned in to give you a soft kiss. Neither of you noticed the influx of camera flashes as you kissed because both of you were too into each other.

He had this very special, unique, talent of making you feel like the only girl in the world.

“I love you.” He whispered close to you.

You kissed him again quickly this time, “I love you too. Now go win.”

“Don’t give me too much to do.” He joked, pulling away from you to continue the day and win this damn race for you.

• 🏎️💨 •

He fucking won.

He actually did it.

You had a pair of headphones wrapped around your neck as you cupped your hands over your mouth. You were in a state of shock and wonder.

Your Lando had done it. He had won Monaco and part of you liked to believe he had done it for you.

Engineers and teammates alike were all cheering in the garage. This was a huge win for them too.

Everyone swarmed outside to go and meet Lando and congratulate him. You weren’t sure whether to follow or to meet him later.

Your phone beeped in your pocket.

[ Y/N has been added to the chat ]

Rochelle : Congrats on Lando’s win Y/N 🍾

Eva : Yeah totally! Any big plans for tonight?

Jemima : OMG yesss we should all totally meet tonight & celebrate!

Rochelle : YEASSSS

You sighed, biting your lip as you questioned how to respond.

They had really texted at the wrong moment because this was supposed to be your time celebrating with Lando, not feeling bad for people who used to be horrid to you that you still sort of felt bad for.

You texted back, wanting this to be done.

You: hi :) thank you for congratulating lando! still not ready to be friends with you guys yet, but thanks for thinking of me.

A minute later you had been removed from the group chat.

You shook your head in disappointment.

Yes, they had been the ones to get you an invite onto a Monaco yacht party where you had first met Lando but that’s all they had ever done for you. The rest of the time they had been the type of friends to bring you down. You had often been the ‘one of these friends is not like the others’ friend.

Lando had helped you realise that you didn’t need them in your life and had supported you when you’d cut them out of your life.

It stung that now all they wanted you for was your connection to Lando and his fame.

It made you feel used.

No doubt Lando often felt the same. Hopefully never from you.

You pocketed your phone, remembering you were missing all the celebrations outside.

Before you could leave the garage to walk around to the podium, you heard Lando call your name.

He was jogging down the road and dodging people who were trying to give him a hug or a congratulatory handshake. His eyes were dead-set on you.

His hair was sweaty and his face was beet-red.

He looked so good though, with his jumpsuit folded over at his waist and his black fireproofs on underneath. He ran a hand through his messy hair as he approached you.

You took off the headphones around your neck, dropping them onto the table.

Lando reached you first, picking you up around your waist and spinning you around excitedly. Your arms held tightly around his neck with your face smushed into his head. He smelt of sweat and hair products.

You could feel him laugh into your chest and you couldn’t help but let the few tears that wanted to fall soak into his hair.

“I’m so proud of you.”

He squeezed you tighter, slowly stopping the spinning to put you safely back on the floor.

“You did it. You fucking did it.”

“I did it.” He smiled so big.

You untucked your head from where it had been hiding, but keeping your arms securely around his neck for closeness. His stayed around your waist.

You used one hand to brush some loose curls back into formation.

“Knew you could do it.”

“It’s ‘cause my lucky charm was watching on.” He nodded his head to you.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

“The Monaco Grand Prix, honey.” You whispered excitedly like you couldn’t quite believe it. “What more could you want?”

He raised his eyebrows at you like that was a stupid question. You rolled your eyes before he could say something ridiculously lovely.

You tucked your head under his chin and moved your arms down so you could hug him around his waist. He hugged you closer, kissing the top of your head a few times before letting the moment sink in with his favourite person stood beside him.

“Lando! We need you for the podium!”

“Two minutes!”He shouted back, not giving you up.

“No… Now!”

Lando sighed loudly. You untucked yourself.

“Go. I’ll be right there. Enjoy this moment, okay?” You cupped both of his cheeks and brought his face down to kiss him softly. He deserved it.

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fan3 🍯 because y/n calls lando honey?!!?????

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fan5 i love them ur honour

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• 🏎️💨 •

Lando opened the door for you and held a hand out to help you leave his car.

He passed the car keys off to a valet and then returned his attention to you. He had already watched you get ready and had litterally sat next to you in the car on the way here, but seeing you step out of his car in that black dress made him want to drop to the floor and pray.

The paparazzi went crazy for you both, begging for a photo.

Unfortunately Lando wasn’t interested in giving them the time of day as he was still angry about previous things the tabloids had said about you and him.

He held onto you hand as you walked past everyone and into the club venue.

It was celebration night, post-race, and it was going to be a big one.

You didn’t need to show ID upon entry because everyone, especially bouncers, knew who the F1 people were in Monaco.

Lando gave the bouncers a handshake and wished them a goodnight whilst still holding on to you. He also slipped them a piece of paper and asked them to read it carefully.

“What was that?” You asked as you followed behind him.

“My ‘no entry’ list.”

“What?” You stopped short, your high heels digging into the floor as you did so. Lando bounced back towards you.

“I’ve asked that certain people are denied entry.” He shrugged.

“Like who?”

“Does it matter?” He asked.

“Yes. I don’t want to start some sort of feud.”

“Well, they started it when they decided to sell a story to the tabloids last year which made our relationship difficult for a while.” He was growing frustrated you could tell.

“Oh my God, will you let it go?” You stressed, dropping his hand to which he looked visibly offended by.

“No, Y/N, I won’t. They’re a bunch of arseholes and what? You want them to be a part of my celebration? I don’t think so.” He scoffed.

“I just don’t want this to be a big thing for us forever. Just let it go.”

He shook his head again before heading into the club. Without you.

Fuck.

You didn’t mean to get into an argument about it, but ever since your ex friends sold a story about Lando being a misogynist prick to the tabloids there had been a rift between everyone.

You had immediately dropped your friends and Lando had done damage control for weeks after.

You’d never believed the tabloids, but it was Lando that felt like he had to prove that he was nothing like what they were saying he was. Lando thought he had to make it up to you, as if he’d done something wrong. So it was easy to understand why they still got under his nerves.

You just wished they didn’t still taunt him.

You wanted him you find peace from all of this now like you had.

You followed him into the club a few minutes later, trying to calm your nerves after your stupid argument.

The club had cheered and roared when Lando had stepped into the main room, leaving you to slip in from the side unnoticed.

The room was dimly lit with orange strobe lights dancing around. A layer of smoke filtered through the air, along with the smell of vapes and sticky alcohol on the floor.

The music was all for Lando. The playlist included all his favourite songs.

You walked around the edge so you could go and grab a quick drink from the bar.

“Limoncello spritz please.” You asked the bartender.

A couple minutes later you had your drink in hand and slipped back into the corner of the room, a standing table available for you to rest your drink on.

All of Lando’s friends, family and fellow F1 mates were here celebrating. Lando was so loved and it was amazing to see.

He was currently stood on a raised platform with Oscar by his side. They were both bopping and singing out of tune to one of his favourite songs. You smiled as you watched on.

Then Lando caught your eyes.

He made his way off the platform and walked over to you. The crowd easily parted for him.

He didn’t stop until he was right in front of you.

“I’m sorry.” He said.

You nodded.

“I’m a dickhead sometimes.”

You pursed your lips to stop from smiling.

“But I love you too much to fight over something so boring.”

You nodded in agreement.

“So will you accept my apology and come dance with me? I did win the Monaco Grand Prix for you after all.”

You held out your hand like it was a white flag.

He took it was a grin, only to be shocked by the force of you pulling him closer so you could give him a proper kiss.

Your arms snaked around his neck and his felt their way across your waist, both of you sinking into each other and letting the rest of the room drift away.

You tilted your head to let him have a little extra room to kiss you and he followed. You could feel him smirking into the kiss, but he didn’t pull away. Not when he had you like this.

You tugged on his curls a little and his mouth opened with a gasp, allowing you to kiss him deeper. He tasted like some sort of berry flavoured alcohol, because it was known he was still a kid at heart. It made the kiss all the more delectable.

He pulled away breathlessly.

You tried to go in for another, still in a love haze.

“Later.” He whispered against your lips, but giving you another kiss all the same.

“Now.” You argued.

“Dance with me first.”

“Okay.” You tucked your face into his neck and gave him a kiss. He felt like home when you held him like this. Safe and comforting, even though you were in the middle of a club.

“Love you.” He spoke softly but loud enough for you to hear.

“Love you right back.”

“We okay?” He double checked.

“We’re okay.” You nodded. “Now let’s celebrate!”

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[friskalicousbiscuits]

Don’t tell me this is the end of it?

Yes. It is. I’m so sorry. Hold up.

Neglected The Mask!reader x platonic Yan!Batfam

Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3 Ch.4 Ch.5 Ch.6 Ch.7 Ch.8 Ch.9 Epi

I’d also like to say this Reader is Gender Neutral or at least you can pick your gender. Most of the pronouns are “you” and when they are referred to by other people, it’s “they” so… Yeah! Have fun reading and tell me if there are any spelling mistakes or things that don’t make sense.

Epilogue

The yelling all stopped as everyone zeroed in on you.

“Wait wait wait, Barbara’s right?” Dick sounded extremely confused.

“Uh… yeah. I found the mask a week ago and have had it on every night since.” You muttered.

(“[Nickname], the suns about to set, so like, just say the word— er put me on and we can get outta here.”)

“Nah, I think I kinda have to talk to these guys about this.” You said to the mask with a resigned expression.

Everyone looked to you confused before Mr Constantine spoke up again. “I’m sorry, are you speaking to the mask?”

“Yes?”

“And it’s talking back?”

“Yes? You guys can’t hear it? Ace can.” It was your turn to sound confused. The dog in question barked and trotted over to sit beside your chair.

“…the dog can hear it?” Constantine asked incredulously between you and Ace, probably remembering the pizza you all ate together and how he’d literally eaten together with the mask.

“Yes…?”

“Wait, was that who you were talking to that night.” Dick asked confused. You’ve talked to Masky many times at night, you didn’t exactly know which incident he was talking about. You stared at the mask once more, going through everything that was said all at once.

“Damian, you said Skillit was exorcised?” You asked. Did that mean the older boy(?) (Man? Skillit was older but had the mind a body of a child. Was now really the time to think about this?”

The boy seemed surprised, or at least displaying a level of it, at suddenly being addressed. “I thought his name was Sid. Related to that Maria friend of yours.”

“That— That was a fake name. His name was Skillit.” You paused. “Did you say exorcized?”

(“Yeah kiddo, he’ll be back in like December. I think.”)

“Oh.” Was the only thing you could muster.

Everyone looked at each other. “Oh what?” Bruce asked.

“Nothing.”

A loud silence passed through the room before Bruce spoke up once again. “You didn’t answer my question, you know. Why didn’t you come to me, to any of us, when you nearly drowned in the harbor?”

“You almost drowned?!” That was Jason. He’d said something about vigilantes? You’d really rather not unpack that.

“Yes? But I survived, isn’t that more important?” You really, really didn’t want to be talking about this. You heard Bruce mud or something along the lines of “so similar” but decided to ignore it.

“Yes, but also no!” Jason spoke again, waving his fork around.

Man, you really, really did not want to talk about this.

(“Come on… put me on. Let’s ditch these losers!”)

You considered it, but then it was almost snatched away by Mr Constantine. You thankfully pulled it close to your chest. The man ended up still trying to grab it from you before you kicked him in the shin. “Get off!”

“Ow—” He stepped back. “And no! That is an extremely dangerous weapon, especially in the hands of a teenager!” He tried to lunge for it again.

(“Put me on, [Nickname]!”)

You did.

When you came to it later, the sun was rising, you were sitting on a roof, and you were extremely dusty. When you tried to stand, you found out you couldn’t. Why? Well, Orphan, the vigilante, was draped on one leg and Spoiler was draped over the other. There was someone else’s back to yours and you were sure there were other people laying around you too.

What the hell?

That was how you found out your family were vigilantes.

That was how you also (begrudgingly, Bruce wanted to bond more) joined.

A real happy ending, huh?

.

.

.

The end.

For real this time!

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[poekaryote]

dates! (arcade chuuya, bookstore dazai, carnival nikolai)

chuuya.

he waits for your expression when you step into the arcade, and it’s so worth it. your eyes light up like the neon ceiling, mouth parting just a little in delighted surprise.

"you planned this?" you ask, laughing as the colorful chaos of games and flashing lights swirl around you.

“course i did,” he says, like it’s obvious. like he didn’t spend half the week checking which machines were working and which games spit out the best prizes. “what, you think i bring just anyone here to win stuffed animals and shoot aliens?”

you raise a brow. “so you admit you’re going to win me stuffed animals.”

his smirk twitches wider. “bet your ass i am.”

you two start with the claw machines, and chuuya acts like he’s completely cool about it — like it’s totally fine when his first attempt drops the plush bunny right at the edge.

he exhales through his nose. “alright. okay. warm-up round.”

you stifle a giggle behind your hand. “mmhmm.”

second round, the claw grabs a purple octopus by the tentacle and flings it halfway across the machine.

“alright, now it’s personal.”

you’re cackling by now, leaning against his shoulder, and he mutters a string of half-hearted curses under his breath as he tries again. this time, there’s silence. tension. total focus.

and then — the claw jerks, drops a sleepy-looking yellow cat plush perfectly into the chute.

you gasp. “you did it!”

he puffs out a breath like it was nothing. “told you.”

you cuddle the prize close, and his chest tightens just a little when you say, “he looks like you.”

“what?! i do not look like that lazy little—” you grin. “you totally do.”

he groans but doesn’t protest when you take a picture of him holding it. he even smiles when you kiss his cheek after.

then it’s off to the shooting games. alien invasion. dual blasters. a timer ticking down. he picks the pink gun without hesitation and hands you the blue one.

“let’s go, sharpshooter.”

you’re terrible at first. laughably bad. chuuya ends up doing most of the work while you scream at the flashing targets and accidentally hit a civilian on-screen.

“you just shot a scientist, baby.”

“he looked suspicious!”

he snorts. “yeah, with his clipboard and lab coat.”

but he doesn’t mind. he’s standing behind you the whole time, arms bracketing yours as he guides your aim, whispering, “there—left corner—got it,” into your ear like it’s life or death.

you end with a C+ score and a sweaty grin, and chuuya acts like you just saved the world.

“we make a good team,” you hum, bumping your shoulder into his.

“hell yeah, we do.” he slings his arm around you, pulling you close like it’s instinct. “but next time, we’re doing the dance machine.”

you squint. “you dance?”

“i don’t just dance.” he leans in, grinning. “i dominate.”

you burst out laughing, and he kisses the side of your head like it’s the easiest thing in the world. he doesn’t say it aloud, but your laughter in this place full of noise? it’s the only sound he really cares about.

dazai.

you should’ve known bringing dazai to a bookstore was a trap.

“this one’s boring,” he says, pulling a thick hardcover from the shelf without even flipping it open. “too many metaphors, not enough meaning.”

you blink. “have you read it?”

he hums. “twice. once in italian.”

you stare at him. he stares right back.

“okay, next aisle,” you mutter, grabbing his hand before he can launch into a mini-lecture on why the protagonist should’ve just accepted death by chapter five.

the bookstore is massive — three stories tall, with creaky wooden staircases, dusty sunlight filtering through skylights, and couches scattered in cozy nooks. the air smells like paper and old perfume, and the entire place feels a little magical.

dazai fits into it effortlessly.

“you know,” he muses as you explore the second floor, “there was a summer when i tried reading a book a day. i got through the entire modern fiction section in two months.”

“how do you remember them all?”

he grins. “i don’t. i just remember the ones that made me feel something.”

you pause near a display. “and did any of them?”

his smile dims. “a few.”

you don't press, and he doesn't offer. instead, he trails behind you as you wander toward the poetry section.

when you pull a thin volume off the shelf, he tugs it gently from your hands.

“may i?”

you nod.

he flips it open, scans the page, then reads aloud softly — voice low and rich, eyes fixed on the words.

you stop pretending to browse. you just watch him.

his tone is gentle, deliberate, like he’s trying not to wake the sleeping dust in the spines. it’s the kind of voice that wraps around you like a blanket. even the sentence breaks feel intimate.

“that’s beautiful,” you say once he finishes.

he shrugs. “the poet was a bit of a mess. like most brilliant people.”

you hum. “you included?”

“me? oh no, i’m just a mess.”

he grins at you sideways, and you roll your eyes.

he wanders off to “curate a small selection for your enlightenment,” and returns twenty minutes later with six books he insists you must read — a mix of philosophy, history, weird surrealist fiction, and one comic book “for balance.”

he doesn’t say anything when you add a romance novel to the pile, just raises a brow and mutters something about “predictable tropes.” you promptly bonk him with it.

when you finally check out, arms full and stomach growling, dazai tugs you toward the café tucked into the corner of the third floor. you sit across from him with hot drinks and a slice of cake to share, and for a moment it’s all soft warmth and turning pages and the occasional sound of dazai mumbling a line to himself under his breath.

“did you have fun?” you ask.

he props his chin on his hand, watching you with an unreadable expression. “i always have fun with you.”

then, after a beat, his voice quieter:

“but today was… nice. really nice.”

you reach across the table and link your pinky with his.

he doesn’t let go. not for a long time.

nikolai.

“step right up, step right up! behold— the world’s silliest boyfriend and his lovely assistant!”

“nikolai, please stop standing on the bench.”

he’s wearing a comically large paper crown (won from a ring toss game that he 100% cheated at), waving a cotton candy stick around like a magic wand. he bows deeply, nearly dropping the bag of popcorn he made you hold five minutes ago.

you sigh and offer him a bite anyway.

“your wish,” he says between chews, eyes glittering in the neon light, “is my command, sugar plum.”

“i didn’t say anything.”

“you thought it. and i heard it.”

he spins you by the hand without warning, then tugs you forward until your forehead taps his chest. he laughs— delighted, dizzy with sugar and thrill. the noise of the carnival is loud— bells ringing, kids screaming, pop music playing out of tune somewhere— but with his arms wrapped loosely around your waist, it feels like you're inside your own little kaleidoscope.

“what should we do next?” he asks. “ride the ferris wheel? win more stuffed animals? sneak into the funhouse and rewire all the mirrors so everyone looks like me?”

you snort. “that sounds like a lawsuit.”

“that sounds like a dream, darling.”

he doesn’t wait for your answer before dragging you toward the games again. you lose track of time as he flits from booth to booth like a magpie— collecting prizes he immediately gifts to you, including:

a lopsided frog plushie he names boing.

a plastic ring he puts on your finger like it’s a proposal.

a tiny fake mustache he insists you wear (you don’t).

when you pass the face painting booth, he gasps like he’s been shot.

“can we?” he begs. “can we can we can we please get matching clown makeup?”

“absolutely not.”

five minutes later, he has red triangles on his cheeks and “i ❤️ [your name]” scrawled across his forehead in sparkles. you somehow have hearts drawn on your hands without consenting to this.

you go on rides next. he convinces the carousel operator to let him stand on top of a horse instead of riding it normally (“for balance training!”). on the bumper cars, he rams into you repeatedly, yelling “drive better, sweetheart!” while laughing so hard he nearly cries.

you do not go in the haunted house. he wants to. you put your foot down.

“but i want to see you scream and grab onto me like i’m your knight in chaotic armor!”

“you do that even when we’re just getting groceries.”

he concedes. barely.

as the night winds down, he gets quiet in that rare, strange way— like a lull in a storm. he tugs you toward the edge of the carnival, away from the crowds, and finds a quiet spot under a string of fading lights.

“you looked happy today,” he says, softer now. “like… really happy.”

“i was,” you reply, reaching for his hand.

he squeezes it, twirling your fingers between his like ribbon. “i know i’m a lot,” he adds, voice tipping into something more sincere. “but i hope i make you feel like the world is a little more magic.”

you smile. “you do.”

he grins, lopsided and proud. then leans in.

“okay but… did you see how cool i looked on the carousel though—”

you kiss him to shut him up.

cotton candy on his lips. glitter on his cheeks. laughter curling warm between your ribs.

it’s the best date ever.and he makes you take boing home.

a/n i wanted to do poe but like he can only ever be in a bookstore and dazai already is :( also i just couldn't figure out bakery atsushi so i scrapped it. i might do a part 2 with other favs :) reply with who you want in part 2!

[clarkeyscherry]

THE FELLAS PODCAST ❥ CHRIS DIXON!

contains: reader and chris being cute, talking about their relationship, careers and they play lil games. mostly fluff but there are sexual mentions.

a/n: this took me SO LONG. i’m so hoping it’s worth it 🥲

“alright! welcome back to another episode of the fellas, today is a special one. with two very special guests. one of youtube’s most iconic couples, and it’s their first podcast together. please welcome, chris md and y/n y/ln.” cal introduced the video as you and chris walk down the narrow stairs and take a seat.

“hello!” you greet happily, taking a microphone. chris doing the same.

“how are you guys?” chip asks with a smile.

“we’re good man, thanks.” chris answers, turning to look at you with a smile.

“this is a generational pod right here, everyone has been begging to get you on together. we’ve had you separately and now you’re here together!” cal exclaims.

“have they actually?” you asked, slightly surprised that you were highly requested considering the audience of the podcast.

“oh yeah! it’s like they want liv and bach here together too, and sabina but she’s scared to get on.” chip states.

“don’t blame her, it’s slightly intimidating.” you laugh, adjusting your position.

“yeah it is, your audience are brutal.” chris laughs along with you.

“no they’re fine! anyway guys let’s get right into it, we know your story but everyone else doesn’t. not properly anyway, but how did you meet?” cal changes the subject.

chris turns to you gesturing you to begin the story, “so obviously we both grew up in jersey, but we didn’t go to the same school he went to an all boys school and i went to an all girls school. but they were right next to each other, and everyone mixed anyway before and after school. and my best mate at the time was dating his, so they were hanging out and me and chris were just kind of there! so we started talking and hanging out more with other people and on our own and yeah it just grew from there.” you tell the story with a big smile on your face, remembering how giddy you were to have your first proper crush and boyfriend.

“how old were you at that time?” chip asks you.

“i think we were sixteen and seventeen, right?” you ask chris to make sure.

“yeah, sixteen and seventeen.” he nods, “so we’ve been together for ages! but it also doesn’t feel like it at the same time.”

“so how old are you now?” cal asks.

“i’m twenty-seven and she’s twenty-six so it’s literally our ten year anniversary this year, which is insane!” chris exclaims with a laugh as you nod along.

“are you doing anything big for it?” the boys ask you curiously.

“yeah we’re going on holiday, just us two for a change instead of everyone being with us. as much as we love it.” you chuckle.

“chris, how did you ask her to be your girlfriend?” cal asks your boyfriend

“it’s quite a boring story, really. but we were literally at my house just watching a film, and mid film i just kind of blurted it out so fast she was like what did you even just say?” chris laughs, “but she said yes thankfully, i was so nervous.” he shakes his head, remembering the nerves that were fluttering his his stomach.

“which i don’t understand why you were, you knew i’d say yes.” you turn to him with a small smile.

“i know but i had never asked anyone before!” chris answers, slightly defensively but with a laugh.

“that’s well cute though, it’s not like you could take her out to a fancy restaurant when you were seventeen.” cal laughs in your faces, making you join.

“yeah it was cute, bless him.” you pat chris’ leg, teasing him.

“so y/n obviously, you‘ve been with chris since the beginning of his career. how was that for you? and compare it to how it is now.” cal questions.

“well i mean he was posting videos before we started dating so i already knew, but when we were together i got to see how excited he was to make videos so that just made me so happy to see him like that. and when he was growing a big audience i was so proud, i literally cried when he reached a million subscribers.” you laugh, turning to chris, “do you remember?”

“yeah! she was literally sobbing, just like ‘i’m so proud’ it was so funny bless her.” chris laughed at the memory.

“now it’s still the same, i’m still so proud at how much he’s grown and still is everyday. whenever we go out and a fan comes up to him, i’m just like wow the amount he’s grown over the years is insane.” you smile proudly at your boyfriend.

“aww! that’s well cute. y/n would you ever consider starting youtube? i know right now you’re doing tiktok but is youtube ever an option for you?” chip asks.

“um yeah probably, i think i’d still do vlog type things like i do on tikok but longer versions obviously. you know, i’ve been on chris’ channel a few times and flo so it’s not like i don’t have experience being in a video. but i think me, sabina and liv are starting ones soon so keep an eye out!” you wink toward the camera, making the boys ‘ooh’.

“chris what do you think about that?” chip turns to him.

“i’ve been telling her for years to start one! her tiktok audience love her, my audience love her so i’m glad she’s finally starting one.” chris says with a smile, nudging your side.

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“so obviously as you just said, you’ve been together for ten years now. so we wanna ask you about your future, what’s your plans with marriage and kids?” cal asks.

“we know we both want to get married and have kids just not right now, i think being in a long term relationship whilst also being in the public eye, people can be very pressuring with things like that.” you speak honestly.

“yeah i think it’s very similar to the way people are with josh and freya too, people expect him to propose just because they’ve been together for years. and just because i haven’t doesn’t mean that i don’t want to, of course i do.” chris’ brows furrow as he speaks into the mic.

“very understandable, what about kids then guys?” cal asks again.

“again, we both want kids just not yet.” you nod, turning to chris.

“yeah, and because we’ve said when we do have children it’s more than likely we’d go back to jersey to raise them. literally the perfect place to raise kids and then maybe when they’re older we’ll come back to london.” chris smiles.

“that’s probably a good idea yeah.” chip chuckles.

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“alright guys, we wanna play a game with you. a game of ‘who’s most likely?’. you both know how to play this game right?” cal asks, getting two boards from behind his chair.

“you both have a board on one side it has chris and on the other side it has y/n. me and chippo are gonna be asking you who’s most likely questions and you show the name of who you think is most likely. for audio listeners we will read them out don’t worry.” cal explains the rules to you and the camera.

“right, who’s most likely to apologise first after an argument?”

both of you turn the board to chris.

“both of them have said chris, why?”

“he gets quite paranoid after an argument that i’m gonna leave him.” you cover your mouth trying not to laugh at chris’ face.

“no it’s just that you’re too stubborn to apologise first i’m just being the bigger person!” chris defensively argues back, his voice getting higher making you all laugh.

“who’s most likely to get jealous?”

you turn the board to y/n, he turns the board to chris.

“you’ve both said yourselves, explain?”

“everybody knows that y/n’s the better looking one in this relationship, other men see that too obviously. so they’ll try it on with her whilst i’m right there?” chris furrows his eyebrows whilst laughing.

“i have the same reasons, women know who you are, you’re obviously a very handsome man so they’ll try it on. and i’ll just get so petty, i’ll be like oh how’s your girlfriend.” you laugh.

“yeah she does that a lot.” chris laughs too making the boys join.

“who’s most likely to be the biggest romantic?”

you both turn your board to chris.

“oh yeah definitely, chris. no doubt about it. such a massive softie, everyone knows it too which makes it better.” you grin toward chris making him smile back.

“yeah i’ll just do little gestures every now and then, i hate when people think just because you’ve been together a long time you stop doing things like that. like no, that’s what keeps the relationship going.” chris nods, looking like he’s proud of himself.

“who’s most likely to send a nude photo to each other?”

you both turn the board to y/n.

you burst out laughing, “oops i guess?”

chris laughs along with you, “honestly sometimes i’ll just go on my messages with her after filming a video and it’ll just be there and i’m like oh hello.”

“yeah but you’re not complaining so shut up?” you raise your eyebrows, knowing damn well he doesn’t just say that.

“she’s just still a massive flirt to be honest.” chris says, exposing you to the public and your friends.

“god forbid a girl wants her man?” you shake your head with your eyebrows furrowed toward the camera.

chris laughs, and chip speaks up, “you both still act like teenagers in a couple!”

“is that a good thing?” chris warily asks with a small laugh.

“yeah! you’ve still got great chemistry after ten years that’s insane.” cal’s eyes widen slightly as he speaks.

“i guess so.” you smirk toward chris.

“this is the last, who’s most likely and then we just wanna ask general questions,” cal starts, “who’s most likely to be the most photogenic?”

you both turn your boards to y/n.

“not even comparable.” you whisper, winking at the camera before acting clueless when chris asked you what you said.

“you generally just take more photos than me too.” chris says, rubbing the back of his neck.

“not true, you’re a poser.” you say sternly.

“right.” chris purses his lips, looking toward the camera.

“sorry baby.” you mumble whilst chuckling, placing a hand on his leg.

“who said i love you first?”

you both turn the board to chris.

“how did he do it?” chip asks.

“it was literally whilst we were filming a video for his channel, i can’t remember what game we were playing but anyway! we were playing something and i had won i think and he’s just laughing and cheering, then just goes ‘god i love you’ whilst having a fit of giggles.” you smile, looking at chris.

“i didn’t even calculate for a few seconds that i had said it, then she was just frozen staring at me like what the fuck did you just say?” chris laughs.

“it was so bizarre, and so random.” you shake your head with a grin.

“what was your reaction? did you say it back?” cal asks.

“like chris said i was just frozen, didn’t know what to do at all. like my boyfriend has just said he’s in love with me what the fuck do i do? nothing was computing to me! obviously i loved him too but i was way too caught off guard to say it back straight away. then after a while his face just drops and he goes i didn’t say anything.” you wheeze, feeling nostalgic.

“i felt sick to my stomach!” chris stresses, placing a hand on his head.

“it’s hilarious now to look back but it was not hilarious at the time. but after a few minutes i just went by the way i love you too. it was quite cute. there’s a massive cut in that video from when i won to then his round, and we’re both just smiling like idiots in the second cut.” you laugh.

“oh my god i need to find that.” cal laughs loudly.

“I remembering telling my friends at the time about that and they were like, you’re both too young to be in love it won’t last.” you look at chris and turn up your face in disbelief.

“i remember that too.” chris nods, before looking at the camera, “ten years later!”

“but like turns out she had a massive crush on chris and was like plotting on him the whole time i was with him. but she only started liking him after we started dating which was fucking weird by the way.”

“she was a weirdo anyway-”

“chris!” you scold, making him apologise.

“who’s better looking?”

you turn the board on chris, and chris turns the board on y/n.

“we’re never gonna agree on this.” you sarcastically smile toward the boys.

“such a brutal question too jeez.” chris rolls his eyes.

“i can’t lie looking back, we’ve both majorly had glow ups that were needed. that’s all i’m gonna say.” you hold your hands up in surrender.

chris laughs, throwing his head back, “i agree.”

“but genuinely i will never understand how people say i’m the better looking one in the couple, like have you seen chris?!” you point to your boyfriend.

“yeah but generally people are gonna think that you’re ’too pretty’ for me.” chris smiles.

“i highly disagree, thank you.” you hum.

“who’s smarter?”

both of you turn the board on chris.

“generally smarter, like book smart. he just has such random facts about everything, like science.” you say.

“you’re still smart though, just because you don’t have random facts doesn’t mean you’re not smart, love.” chris smiles.

“i think you’re book smart i’m street smart.” you nod.

“yeah i can agree on that, you’re much more mature than me in some situations.” chris agrees with you.

“all situations.” you mouth to cal and chip.

“give me an example.” cal asks.

“just whenever we’re in unfamiliar places, he gets so stressed. cal, when i say he panics, he panics. i have to be there to fucking ground him before he has a panic attack.” you explain.

“seriously chris?” chip laughs.

“i just hate going to unfamiliar places, especially on my own. I’ll call her and be like can you help me please.” chris laughs at himself.

“who’s the biggest alcoholic?”

you turn your board on y/n, he turns his board on chris.

“oh? you’ve both said yourselves.” chip raises his eyebrows.

“i think in videos, me. real life when we just go out, y/n.” chris answers.

“yeah chris is drunk basically every video at this point.” you say jokingly.

“i am not!” chris replies, his voice getting higher again.

“he also gets fucking mean when he’s drunk. but not to me.” you put your hands under your chin and smile innocently toward the camera.

“cause he knows he’d get a fucking backhand.” cal laughs with chip.

“no y/n gets very emotional when she’s drunk so she’d cry-”

“okay i wouldn’t cry for fucks sake.” you make a ‘what the fuck’ face.

“nah you would.” chip teases.

“piss off.” you stick the middle finger up at him.

“lastly, who’s clingier?”

you both turn your board to chris.

“without a doubt, he’s like a puppy. needs attention all the time.” you sigh dramatically before laughing at his face.

“this is just a podcast of us exposing each other is it?” chris raises his eyebrows.

“sorry babe.” you innocently apologise, before mouthing to the camera, “it’s him!”

“so like is he clingy, like touching you all the time?” cal asks.

you nod your head furiously, “oh yeah! obviously i don’t mind but you know when it’s a hotbox in the room and he’s just fucking clinging to me.” you laugh.

“he wants his cuddles.” chip laughs loudly.

you turn to chris, seeing his sad face toward the camera making you lean your head on him, “i do love you i swear.” you mutter.

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“in this section, the audience wants to know about your firsts. so they’ve asked about first kiss, first date, first time meeting each others family and first time having sex.” cal says before adding, “if there any of them you don’t wanna talk about that’s fine.”

“i’m okay with it, are you?” you ask chris.

he nods with a smile, “talk about our first kiss first then?”

“mhm. i think it was just a generic first kiss for teenagers to be honest. we were hanging out after school with our friends, they dared us to kiss-” you pause to laugh at how ridiculous it really was. “anyway — yeah we went behind like a tree, and kissed i guess.” you finished.

“so cringe.” chris rubs his face with a groan.

“it is but cmon we were kids.” you laugh.

“that’s well cute.” chip says sarcastically, whilst chuckling.

“first date guys? i’d love to know how a first date goes for a sixteen and seventeen year old!” cal laughs loudly.

“our first date really wasn’t until like 4 years into our relationship.” chris’ face turns up in embarrassment.

“why the fuck did it take that long lad?” chip asks chris.

“i honestly didn’t know what to do for a date, neither did she. so we both kind of waited in a way? we had like little childish dates like cafe’s and picnics but when i took her out for our first proper date it was a few years down the line.” chris nods.

“it’s not that we were like ‘we need to go on a date’ we didn’t really care cause we were so young, but it was lovely once we actually did. and now we try go on dates still as much as possible.” you smile.

“she makes me spend my money in these fancy restaurants-”

“fuck right off, you chose them!” you point at him, making him throw his head back in laughter.

“i know baby i’m joking.” chris laughs and rubs your back, his hand lingering there for a while.

“i would also like to put out there we vary it out with who pays, so it’s not always just one of us. and sometimes we’ll split, so don’t attack my girlfriend please.” chris speaks towards the camera.

“thanks for clearing that up, i’d be getting dragged by your little fan boys.” you roll your eyes.

“common occurrence for you then?” chip asks.

“oh yeah, they love to hate me.” you nod with your lips slightly pouted jokingly.

“they honestly do, which i don’t understand.” chris shakes his head.

“cause they think i’m a gold digger.”

“actually?” cal raises his eyebrows.

“ohhh yeah! mhm. but I’m like if i was a gold digger i would not have dated him as early on surely? i would’ve messaged him now being like you remember me from school? like fuck off.” you shrug.

the boys laugh at your response, also finding it funny how people still call you a gold digger.

“fucking hilarious.”

“so y/n, first time you met chris’ family?” chip asks.

“i was shitting myself mate. felt sick and everything. i sort of knew his sister before cause she went to the same school as me few years below. but we had never really spoke so i was still nervous. but i went over, his mum had made us a roast and it was fucking beautiful. i loved his parents and kelly. his mum invited me round all the time after that, and from what chris told me she liked me too.” you told the story with a smile.

“chris what bout you meeting her family?” they ask.

“she has a much bigger family than mine so it was more people for me to meet, her parents and then three siblings. all three being older so i was shit scared. but they were all really lovely to me, they literally treated me like their own son from the first day which i really appreciated. they knew how to make me feel welcomed, and then yeah we had our families meet each other and they got on like a house on fire.” both of you smile and nod at each other.

“now for the awkward part i guess, first time having sex.” chip grimaced.

“nah i wanna know.” cal said before laughing.

“as you’d imagine it was quite awkward cause it was both of our first times in general. but i guess that made it special. it was very giggly like we couldn’t take it serious.” you laugh at the memory.

“it was a good first time though-”

“chris, my god.” you cover your face in embarrassment.

“sorry i’ll shut up.” chris did an ‘oops’ face toward the camera.

“it wasn’t a good experience for either of us, we didn’t know what we were doing.” you said truthfully.

“lovely.” chris said.

“it’s true though!”

“yeah it is.” he sighed.

the boys laughed at the interaction between you, ���that is hilarious!”

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“now for the final segment of this pod, we’ve had some couples send in dilemmas of theirs and they want your advice.” chip said.

“oooh interesting.” you hum as you wait for the audio to come through.

“hi y/n and chris, love your relationship. me and my husband have been married for three years now, our three year anniversary was just last week, but my husband forgot. i don’t know whether to let it go cause he’s busy with work or confront him. what should i do?”

your face scrunched up in disgust almost, “girl, no one is that busy to forget their wedding anniversary. absolutely confront him, you deserve to know why he forgot.”

“i agree, bit fucked up that he forgot like that.” chris agreed.

“i feel like a therapist.” you smile, “but yeah, confront! do not let that slide.” you shake your head.

chris turns to you, “what would you do if i forgot our anniversary?”

“fucking kill you.” you say with a straight face.

chris laughs, making you raise your eyebrows, “think i’m joking?”

“i don’t think she’s joking bro, sabina would kill me too.” chip states with a stern nod.

“my mrs would too.” cal adds.

“glad you know your places.” you smile.

“hello! my boyfriend and i have been together for six years, no kids no marriage. i have told him before that i really want kids but he doesn’t. i dont see the point in carrying on the relationship if he doesn’t see anything like that. what should i do?”

“tricky situation, but definitely communicate. don’t let it just eat you up, talk to him and if he says he for sure doesn’t want kids then maybe talk to him that you’re not sure you see a point? i don’t know, i’ve never had to have that conversation cause we both really want kids.” you turn to chris.

“you’re making it seem like i’m eager to impregnate you.” chris laughs.

you chuckle, “aren’t you?”

“that was a joke, i’m joking.”

“anyway-,” your eyes widen slightly before carrying on, “communication is key my girl.”

“take your own advice you go mute when we argue.” chris says with a fake laugh, making your eye twitch.

“bro shut up she’s gonna punch you up.” cal laughs.

“yeah christopher.”

“not the government name.”

“heyyy! so my girl has this insane kink that i don’t wanna expose her for but i’m not on board with it. but she’s insisting she wants to try it. should i compromise or not?”

“if you’re not comfortable with it don’t do it.” you say straight.

“yeah definitely, boundries are very important. if you can’t set boundaries in your relationship you might have to second think it.” chris spoke truthfully.

“think that’s the smartest thing you said today, proud of you.” you smile sarcastically and pat his thigh.

“just say you hate me?” he shakes his head.

“i hate you.”

“right.”

“you two are so entertaining i swear.” chip laughs, cal nodding in agreement.

“literally not a dull moment with them honestly.”

“but no don’t compromise if you don’t want to, each to their own with things like that but if you’re not comfortable with it then she just has to deal with it and grow up.” you say.

“for sure.”

“hiya, so this is a bit of a weird one. my partner has said he wants to have an open relationship all of a sudden. we’ve been dating for three years and i don’t know what to do or say.”

“BIN HIMMMM!” you yell. “hell no! people will use wanting an ‘open relationship’ as an excuse for cheating, and is more than likely probably already seeing and sleeping with other people.”

“i find people who are in open relationships so weird, like a relationship is so intimate why would you wanna add more?” chris questions with his brows furrowed.

“fucking get rid of your boyfriend now girl. or if you say no and he can’t deal with it then get rid of him and sleep with his homeboy. oh my god who said that?! must’ve been the wind”

“y/n.” chris laughs, “you can’t say that?”

“why not?” you ask.

chris shrugs, making you smile and nod “exactly baby.”

“hope my very helpful advice is gonna motivate you to absolutely bin him.”

“this is the last one guys then we’ll wrap up”

“hi guys! so just yesterday my boyfriend and i had an argument about something silly but i then overheard him speaking to his friends about it and they weren’t very nice about me. and my boyfriend didn’t say anything. what should i do?” should i confront him?”

“i think you should punch him up personally, what bout you chrissy?” you ask, face looking very serious.

“no violence baby, please. talk to him, tell him that you don’t appreciate him going to his friends-”

“like a child.” you add.

“like a child,” chris repeats you making you smile, “and that he should spoke to you properly, not his friends. your relationship is not his friends business.”

“and as for his friends slagging you off, punch them up too.” you smile toward the camera.

“again just talk to him, you feel he should’ve stopped them from talking about you like that.” chris finishes.

“but then would you not be fuming if someone slagged off y/n in front of you?” chip asks him.

“hm yeah that’s true, yeah punch them all up.”

“you’re learning my love.” you smile proudly.

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“we’re gonna wrap this pod up there! thank you so much to y/n and chris for coming on, this has been a generational pod guys!” cal concludes the episode.

“i haven’t laughed like that in a long time.” chip says whilst chuckling.

you and chris laugh, before you speak up, “thank you so much for having us, i hope your chat doesn’t bully me too much this time.”

chris pats your back, “thanks boys.”

tags: @luvdixon @livvymd @lilyyxoii @themdera @wherethezoes-at @madsclarkey

[bilscutie]

I have a idea for a Billie oneshot

Billie and the reader have a 4-5 daughter and she does like a home schooling co opt and when the reader picks her up one day she starts talking about how she has a boyfriend/girlfriend ( which ever you feel like suits the story best ) the reader finds it cute and funny but Billie is like the complete opposite and goes into an over protective mom and starts telling her daughter she can’t have a girlfriend/ boyfriend

✎ J̲u̲i̲c̲e̲ ̲b̲o̲x̲ ̲r̲o̲m̲a̲n̲c̲e̲ ✎

Mom!billie x Mom!Reader

The parking lot outside the homeschooling co-op was buzzing with the usual chaos—parents corralling toddlers, unpacking art projects from the backseats of SUVs, teachers waving goodbye with brightly colored clipboards in their arms. You pulled into your usual spot near the playground and glanced at the time. Right on schedule.

Billie was already in the passenger seat, scrolling on her phone with her sunglasses perched low on her nose, her mouth curled in a tired but content half-smile.

“I swear,” she murmured without looking up, “if she’s covered in paint again today, I’m making her teacher buy us new pajamas. Last week she looked like a walking watercolor.”

You laughed, reaching for your keys. “She’s four, babe. Her job is to look like chaos.”

Before Billie could respond, the classroom door swung open and a stream of little bodies came tumbling out like puppies freed from a crate. And there she was—your daughter, hair in messy pigtails, a tulle skirt layered over her leggings, and sneakers that did not match, but somehow made perfect sense on her.

She spotted you and yelled, “MOMMY! MAMA!”

Billie perked up instantly, smiling as she opened her door. Your daughter bolted toward you both and flung her arms around your thighs before Billie could even crouch.

“Whoa!” you said, lifting her into your arms. “Rough day or just happy to see us?”

“Both!” she chirped.

Billie kissed her cheek. “Did you eat your lunch?”

“Yep!”

“You didn’t trade it again for someone’s Cheetos, did you?”

“Noooo…” she dragged out the word, eyes darting to the side. Guilty.

You laughed. Billie scowled playfully and took her from your arms, carrying her like a sack of flour toward the car.

“Did you learn anything cool today?” you asked once you were all buckled in.

“Oh yeah!” your daughter said, swinging her little legs in her car seat. “I have a girlfriend now!”

You blinked.

Billie’s head whipped around so fast you swore her neck cracked.

“I’m sorry—what?” Billie said.

“She said she has a girlfriend,” you whispered, trying not to burst into laughter.

“She—she’s four!”

“I’m four and a half,” your daughter corrected, very seriously. “And her name is Molly and she said I’m her girlfriend now ‘cause we held hands during snack.”

Billie looked like she was trying not to combust. “Held hands?!”

“She also shared her juice box with me,” your daughter added proudly. “That means we’re in love.”

You covered your mouth with your sleeve, laughing so hard you snorted.

Billie was not laughing.

“She is too young to be in love with anyone,” she said, turning around fully in her seat. “You can’t have a girlfriend yet. You’re four. You don’t even know what love is!”

“Yes, I do!” your daughter huffed. “Love is when you share your snacks and your crayons and say nice things like, ‘Your hair looks like a princess today.’”

“Oh, that’s definitely gay,” you muttered, wiping a tear from your eye.

Billie turned to glare at you. “Don’t encourage this!”

“I’m not! I’m just saying it’s cute.”

Billie crossed her arms, fuming. “There’s no girlfriends until she’s at least thirteen.”

Your daughter gasped. “Thirteen?! But that’s so old! I’ll be a grandma by then!”

“Exactly,” Billie said, spinning back around to face forward. “Perfect age to start dating.”

You reached over and gently touched Billie’s thigh, giving it a comforting squeeze.

“Baby,” you said, voice soft and teasing, “are you really jealous of a juice-box-sharing preschooler?”

Billie grumbled something under her breath that sounded suspiciously like “Molly can keep her Capri Suns to herself.”

You lost it.

That night, after a dinner of mac & cheese and steamed broccoli (which your daughter pretended to eat while sneakily feeding most of it to the dog), bedtime finally came.

You tucked her in and kissed her forehead. “Sleep well, sweetheart.”

“Mama?” she whispered sleepily as Billie adjusted the blankets.

“Yeah, baby?” Billie asked, voice much gentler now.

“I think I’m gonna marry Molly. But if you say I have to wait till I’m thirteen then I’ll just wait, okay?”

Billie paused, visibly fighting back tears and laughter.

You smirked behind her.

Finally, she leaned down and whispered, “That’s a deal, but if she breaks your heart, I’m gonna have a very stern talk with her.”

Your daughter giggled and nodded solemnly.

“Okay, Mama.”

Once she was asleep and you both were finally curled up in bed, Billie flopped her head onto your chest with a dramatic groan.

“She has a girlfriend,” she mumbled, muffled in your shirt. “We have a preschooler with a girlfriend.”

You ran your fingers through her hair.

“Barely a girlfriend. I think it’s mostly juice box-based.”

“I’m not ready,” Billie whispered. “I was still mentally baby-proofing the kitchen. Now I’m supposed to be okay with her having feelings?”

“She’s mimicking what she sees,” you said gently. “She’s got two moms who love each other. She thinks that’s normal.”

Billie sighed, then looked up at you, eyes soft.

“I just… don’t want her to grow up too fast.”

“She’s not. She’s still our baby,” you said, kissing her temple. “Just a baby who wants to share crayons with someone.”

There was a beat of silence. Then—

“Still not allowed to date until she’s thirteen.”

You grinned.

“Fine. But when she proposes to someone using a Ring Pop at six, I’m not intervening.”

“Deal.”

Later That Week…

You were walking hand-in-hand with your daughter through the co-op parking lot again when she suddenly tugged on your arm.

“There she is!” she whispered excitedly. “That’s Molly!”

You looked over—and sure enough, a tiny girl in glittery unicorn boots and a pink jacket was waving enthusiastically from the monkey bars.

Your daughter waved back. “Hi, girlfriend!”

Billie, beside you with her sunglasses on and her jaw tight, muttered, “I swear to God, if she blows her a kiss I’m gonna lose it.”

“She’s four,” you whispered, squeezing her arm. “Let her have this.”

[lonesilverw0lf]

After at least half an episode of Jaune barely managing to escape solely due to harem anime protagonist shenanigans, Jaune has a moment to catch his breath.

Jaune: Oh gods, this is going worse than I predicted. Not only do the girls know we’re in a harem anime, but they’re ok with it??!! This never happened in my research! Now they’re possed that I was trying to do the right thing? I mean given my luck this is only expected at this rate, but still!!

: Is there a problem, Mr. Arc?

Jaune: Gah! Oh, it’s you. Sorry Professor Goodwitch. You scared me.

: Your guard and situational awareness needs work. If I were an enemy, you’d be dead right now.

Jaune: Hm? You’re…

Winter: Specialist Winter Schnee.

Jaune: Weiss’ sister. Sorry I knew you looked familiar but my brains a little scrambled right now to make the connections. Wait, what’re you doing away from Atlas?

Glynda: She’s here to discuss some professional issues.

Jaune: Right, secrecy got it. Zipped lips here.

Glynda: You seem distressed, is there a problem?

Jaune: That’s an understatement, and you probably won’t believe me even if I told you.

Glynda: I’m willing to hear you out at least.

Jaune: ….really? Ok. Uh… ok here goes. I’m an anime harem protagonist. Yeah, that sounds crazy coming out of me but it’s the truth! I had an inkling not long after Initiation, then it was set in stone not too long after. I tried everything I could to solve this quietly, researched everything I can get my hands on,

Winter: Which would be?

Jaune: Harem stories. Don’t judge me, it’s the best I can come up with! Anyway then I finally gave in and told them outright. Turns out, they all knew! Not only that, they’re all fine with it! And then they all got upset when I admitted that I knew they were flirting and pretended not to notice! So they chased me, I ran, and got into even more trouble! Found out while trying to hide that not only do RWBY and NPR have eyes for me, but CFVY and CRDL too?!! I mean it does explain why Carla backed off and started being nice and all, but to that extent? I have no idea how a girl as big as Mochi can move that fast!

Jaune: What kinda moron is writing this story?!

LoneSilverWolf: Hey! I resemble that remark!

Glynda: So why didn’t you act on their advances?

Jaune: Because I don’t wanna hurt them! I didn’t wanna break their hearts by accident due to me being a numbskull. I’ve seen girls go straight evil over guys and stupid stuff back home and I do not want to see that happen here. They’re my friends, I want what’s best for them. I don’t want them tearing each other apart over some schmuck like me. And it’s not like I can just come out and say ‘oh yeah, I’m a harem lead so let’s all bang’, yeah that doesn’t fly! Makes me sound like a pretentious ass. I didn’t know they all knew and were fine with it! Otherwise I would’ve done something different I swear!

Glynda, nodding: While I cannot say I don’t understand where the girls are coming from, I also cannot say they aren’t in the wrong either.

Winter: Six of one, half dozen of the other.

Glynda: While I’m less than impressed at how you’ve chosen to handle this situation, I do know that it wasn’t out of malice. You were trying to be considerate of their relationships and feelings while attempting to navigate your own in this situation. Very honorable. A trait needed for any team leader. In the future, perhaps you should bring this up with your wives sooner before things spiral out of control?

Winter: We will have to chastise the girls as well, allowing their emotions to cloud their judgement like that while also not being forthright about this. It’s unbecoming of Huntresses and detrimental of a unit. It’s likely to get themselves killed in the field.

Glynda: This is true, but we must also remember they are young and still beholden to their still raging hormones. This is likely the first time they have truly fallen in love with a man. It doesn’t help this is a harem anime, so some ridiculous and cliched instances naturally apply.

Winter: I am not without understanding or mercy, I will keep that in mind. I want this relationship to succeed and for everyone to be happy and loved. I simply don’t want them to do something irreversible to our man in the future over a mild misunderstanding.

Jaune: You believe me? Ah thank you! You have no idea how much- wait, ‘our man’?

Winter and Glynda only give him a smile with dangerous hooded eyes, causing Jaune’s brain to click enough pieces together.

Jaune: 😳Oh no. You knew.

Glynda and Winter: 😏Oh yes~.

Winter: We knew.

Glynda: And we’re in on it.

Jaune, slowly backing up: I think should-

Glynda, stopping him with her Semblance: I think we should have some time to ourselves. You don’t think those children were the only ones whose eye and heart you’ve caught?

Winter: If Penny’s simulations are correct, mixed with how these harem tropes work, then things are going to become… interesting. We will have to discuss our favorite harem stories in the future. I see you’re a man of culture as well.

Jaune: Why didn’t anything happen sooner?

Glynda: I was empathetic, giving them their grace period. This is their first year with their true love after all. They are your teammates and closest friends as well, so it’s only right to give them space. But since they decided to behave like this, we will have to step in now.

Jaune: Why didn’t they bring this up?

Glynda: We wanted to break it to you slowly.

Jaune: Oh mama….

Winter: I’m sure Glynda here will be your Mommy for now, but I’m going to be calling you Daddy quite soon~.

Jaune: Eep!

Glynda: You aren’t joining us?

Winter: Aaahhhh, I wish. Unfortunately I need to check with my two little hellions, my team, the general, and my family to inform them the status of this situation. They’ll be thrilled to be set loose, after I’ve had my turn of course.

Glynda: I’ll let the staff know to prepare some extra rooms. Is everything ready to go on her end?

Winter: According to my mother, it’s all going according to keikaku! Within a couple weeks everything will be in place.

Glynda: I look forward to it.

Winter: As do I. *pecks Jaune’s cheek* I look forward to our first time even more, Jaune.

Glynda, looking hungrily at Jaune: Now, my dear, let us continue this somewhere more private~.

prompt: jaune is aware that he's in a harem anime, but wants to avoid it at all costs. so he sits down and explains the situation to his friends, surely nothing wacky and unpredictable will happen before he can rationally explain the situation to all his friends right?

Simple Solutions to Simple Problems

Jaune: Guys we need to stop this!

Yang: Stop what?

Ruby: Eating cookies…?! Never!

Nora: Only death with separate me from my pancakes!

Pyrrha: I don’t think it’s about something like that guys, right, Jaune.

Jaune: No, its about something more important than that!

Nora: (Gasp!) How dare you…

Blake: Is it about the, White Fang?

Weiss: I thought we dealt with them already?

Blake: Ehh… More, or less…

Weiss: We’re going to come back to that. But, in the mean time, what’s wrong, Jaune?

Jaune: Were in a harem anime?!

RWBYNPR: …

RWBYNPR: You know?!

Jaune: I know it’s hard to believe, but…?! Wait, you know too?!

Ruby: Yeah we do.

Weiss: Since around the time we all met.

Jaune: Since then?!

Pyrrha: Yeah, we’ve all had a thing for you since we first met. Took a while for our feelings for you to become obvious, a little while longer for us to come to terms that we all liked you as well.

Rin: But, we eventually came to an agreement of sorts. Hopefully it will be a fruitful agreement, but it mostly hinges on you accepting all of us as your… partners.

Jaune: An agreement about what…?

Nora: We’re going to be one big family!

Jaune: What?

Blake: Were going to be your harem, willingly.

Jaune: WHAT?!

Yang: I don’t see what’s the problem. I mean, my dad had to wives at the same time after all. Isn’t polygamy pretty common anyway?

Weiss: Depends where you’re from, its more common in places like, Vacuo, Mantel, more so in Menagerie than the others, no?

Blake: It’s pretty common back home. It’s due to the shear amount of people being killed because of the Grimm, and what not. Got to keep the birthrate up somehow.

Jaune: Oh… So that’s why you’ve all been flirting with me then…

Yang: Wait… You know we’ve been flirting with you, the whole time?!

Jaune: Yeah, I have. I didn’t do anything because all of you have been flirting with me, and I was scared of something happening if I did, So I… Why are you all staring at me like that…?

Pyrrha: Jaune… Have you be stringing us all along all this time…?

Jaune: Uhh… Possibly…?

RWBYNPR: …

Pyrrha: First one to grab him gets the first go!

Jaune: …?

Jaune: …?!

Jaune: Aaaaahhhhh!!!

[askthehedgehogs]

[I WISH I GOT TO ASK THE LOVELY COUPLE EARLIER BEFORE IT CLOSED TEMPORARILY 😭 But I hope this reaches them either before or after the wedding]

I hope this question isn't a mood killer, but I just wanna know... Sonic, was there a time where you were worried about marrying/being married to Shadow since he's the Ultimate Lifeform, meaning he never dies or is immortal, but you aren't?

I'm asking because Shadow lost someone very important to him and doesn't want to go through it again. Since you're mortal, meaning that you're gonna pass one some day, have you ever thought about what would happened afterwards? Leaving Shadow alone all over again, RIGHT after you got married, too?

I'm not trying to be mean or bring the hype down, but I'm asking so that way I made sure you're not hiding any fears or worries from us, because I know you love Shadow a lot and want to be there for him, but I hope the inevitable coming between the two of you isn't affecting your excitement for the wedding or your guy's happiness, and I hope you aren't mentally kicking yourself for not being the Ultimate Lifeform like Shadow and that you won't always be there for him.

If you are, PLEASE, please don't think about that stuff, okay? I want you both to be happy and live a long life, and even if Shadow can't die, you will always be in his heart, no matter what realm of life your part of. And it won't be your fault if you do pass on. Death happens to anyone, and I don't think anyone deserves to go through that. We can't prevent it either, but I don't want that to keep you guys from being together.

But when the time comes soon, please let Shadow know that you love him and that you'll always remain in his heart no matter what. You both are still young, obviously, but in the future, please remember this and let him know.

I'm sorry if this question brought people down, but I just wanted to check up on you before the big day in case you needed something off your chest. But Sonic, and your husband, of course, I am very happy for you both and I hope nothing ever comes between you. You both deserve each other after so much. Please, never forget how important you are to Shadow, Sonic.

I wish you both decades of nothing but fun races, yummy foods, endless snuggles, and wonderful memories, both on Earth, and in the afterlife. Because I know, even if death do you part, your souls will remain together for eternity.

Congratulations to you both!

[this was longer than I thought sorry mod I got carried away I love them sm 😭😭]

… Hoo boy. Okay. Well. I’m gonna take this one while Shadow’s still asleep, since he’s got previous for getting a little dark answering these kinds of questions…

You know, I’ve thought about dying a whole lot in my life, and every time I do, it’s always just that I don’t wanna let anybody down. Every time I think “this is it this, I’m gonna die”, it’s not because I’m scared of dying. It’s because I’m mad at myself for leaving everybody else to deal with it all and clean up my mess. But, now that I’ve started relying on friends more, I’m not so worried. I know even if I’m gone, they’re more than capable of keeping the world safe without me!

Shadow’s no exception. I know he’d be fine. It may have taken a while after Maria, but look at him now… whatever happens, I know he can get through it and smile again.

That said, I wanna clear something up. We actually don’t know if Shadow’s immortal, or if I’m not. We’re both really hard to kill, for sure, and we both heal fast. Shadow faster than me, but both faster than normal folks. We’ve known each other a whole decade, and we’ve definitely both aged, but we’re lookin’ young for our mid-twenties. I dunno how stasis messed with Shadow’s body, but there’s that too. Our best guess is we’re both–what’s the word–invulnerable? Yeah.

I don’t think Shadow’s too worried about me getting old and dying before him. But, I mean, somebody’s gotta go first, right? Unless we die together in some huge disaster, in which case, we’ve got bigger things to worry about! … yeah, I think it’ll be hard for him. Same if any of our friends die. That’s life, I guess. It’d be hard for me, too, if he went first.

We’re not gonna let that hold us back, though. We live dangerous lives, there’s always a risk, but what’s the point in not living just ‘cause you’re scared of dying?

And don’t worry. I’m not leaving this guy any time soon.

Mmh. I thought we were going to sleep in this week…

I did sleep in! It’s 6:30!

I hate morning people.

Shoulda thought of that before you married me. Twice~

Ugh. Make me coffee, then I’ll regain the capacity to love you…

Heh. Love you too~

[killerblueeyesxprettybluedude]

season 3B au in which the real monster of the week is derek’s new false sense of security. because everything’s as dangerous as ever, but derek’s in some weird zen period, acting like everything’s fine.

“i’m sorry,” he tells stiles. “i just don’t care anymore.”

he’s still there for the fights of it. he’s just... barely. it’s too automatic. stiles makes some joke, and derek doesn’t say anything. doesn’t give him that look, or roll his eyes. 

and something’s out there killing people, leaving a mess of bodies. but derek doesn’t have a single thought.

“come on!” stiles says. “we got a real live serial killer on our hands. you can’t tell me that’s not terrifying.”

derek just shrugs.

“you care about him caring more than he actually cares,” malia says. 

“yes!” stiles says. “exactly. isn’t that weird?”

malia just looks at him.

but she never really knew him. like, before he went all impossibly calm. the rude, the brood, the attitude. now he’s, like, a pod person. 

“trust me,” stiles says. “it’s like, night and day.”

“whatever,” malia says. “i’m staying with kira tonight.”

“what?” stiles says. “oh. yeah, okay.”

“maybe next week, too,” malia says.

“scott,” stiles says. “scott. you know he’s different.”

“is he?” scott says. stiles squints at him. “he’s always quiet.”

everyone on earth has lost their freaking minds. 

lydia, it turns out, never really spent that much time with him. not with him conscious. 

“but you know him, right,” stiles says. “like, the general vibe. tell me you didn’t hate him.”

“people change, stiles,” lydia says. “no one stays the same forever.”

“dad,” stiles says. “dad, remember derek hale? you arrested him.”

dad looks at him carefully. 

“what’s this about, stiles?”

“he was moody, right?” stiles says. “dark, angry, kind of a ‘surrounded by idiots’ pattern of breathing—”

“how do you know derek hale, stiles?”

“oh,” stiles says. “i... don’t? i met him for a second,” he adds. “when you were arresting him, you know?”

“people act differently under arrest,” dad says. “there’s all kinds of posturing.”

“right,” stiles says. “no, yeah. forget it.” 

“derek,” stiles says. “hey, i’m really starting to doubt myself, buddy.”

derek looks at him.

“you were different, right?” he says. “like, a whole set of strong feelings. i didn’t just… see a big guy, and project. big werewolf guy,” he adds. “back when i was scared of werewolves.”

derek says, “you were scared of me?”

“oh,” stiles says. well, that feels awful. “you know what? i’m a shitty human being.”

“you’re not,” derek says. “i have killed people.”

“directly, or indirectly?” stiles says. “peter doesn’t count, he was psychotic. and that’s not even counting how many times he tried to murder you.”

“it’s me,” derek says. “i’m the one killing people.”

“what?” stiles says. 

“everything that’s been happening,” derek says. “i’m not—in control.”

“but it’s been, like, stranglings,” stiles says. “clinical murders. not someone, like… clawing their throats out, how’s that your M.O.?” 

“tell chris,” derek says. “argent. he’ll know how to stop me.”

“what?” stiles says. “i’m not gonna fucking feed you to him. are you crazy?”

“he’ll protect you,” derek says. “now go. and don’t come back here with him! not unless he’s sure it’s been completely taken care of. and even then? let scott go in first.” 

“this is a suicide attempt,” stiles says. “this is the most freaking screwed up suicide attempt, you’re making me part of it.”

derek shuts his eyes.

“you are,” stiles says. “that’s what you’re doing. that’s really what you want?”

“yes,” derek says. “yes.”

“well too freaking bad,” stiles says. “because i’m gonna stay here, okay? argue with the wall! i’m staying.”

“no,” derek says sharply. 

“i know, it’s a real plan-foiler,” stiles says. “but you’re not in your right mind.”

“you can’t be here,” derek says. “stiles. it’s not safe.”

“yeah, well, what can i say,” stiles says. “adrenaline really makes me feel alive.”

“i know what your mind’s freaking doing to you,” stiles says. derek’s too still, his face is blank. “you’re not... it’s not just you, okay? i feel it too.”

“really,” derek says.

“really,” stiles says. “i don’t know, i don’t think i was ever mentally stable enough to live on the freaking hellmouth. and, oh, yeah, two of my classmates died because of me a few months ago.”

derek says, “it wasn’t because of you.”

“yeah it was,” stiles says. “i was there, i saw them. and then chris let me go, and i didn’t do anything. i didn’t even… tell anyone, i just...” 

“argent had you?” derek says, and his voice is different. sharper, somehow. 

“as some weird threat to scott, for a second,” stiles says. derek’s face doesn’t change. “or like, a reminder. that i’m human, you know, that scott better go along, or else he would… re-bruise my face? i don’t know,” stiles says. “not like that even mattered, in the grand scheme of things. when he had two teenagers strung up in his basement, and electrocuted.”

it’s not, it isn’t. it’s never been the point of it. and it healed back to normal in a couple weeks. 

but he can still feel the hit, sometimes. like, landing, and blowing his head back. his head bouncing back up from the floor underneath, ricocheting. just in freaking time to be knocked back again.

and, yeah. does it matter? not really. not next to everything. 

but it’s not really one of those things that fades over time. 

it still feels insane to hear derek get all worked up about it. especially with his gaze so steady, stiles’ face goes warm. 

“he should never have hurt you,” derek says, and stiles’ head swims. 

“how is that what you’re focused on?” he says. “when i made it to the morning, and they...”

“but it’s all i can focus on,” derek says. “you should feel the rage coursing through this body. his blood is boiling.”

“what?” stiles says. “what are you even… are you even hearing anything i’m saying right now? i’m in like the last handful of people to have even seen them alive. while they were strung up for hours, and electrified, by an argent by the way, so in what world is me getting knocked around a few times the headline?”

“oh, come on, stiles,” derek says. “are you really that surprised? derek’s known about his failure with his betas for months now. but what he didn’t know was your side of the night. and now that he does know? oh, stiles, he’s seething.”

“okay, you’re kind of freaking me out with the whole… third person thing,” stiles says. “whatever you think you’re doing? it’s not at all funny! so you can stop right now.”

but that’s not, that’s barely what’s wrong about it. red alert, red flag central, because derek’s never even tried to be funny like this. his sense of humor isn’t remotely experimental. he does sarcasm, that’s all. and flat looks, and judgment, and he definitely doesn’t do weird third-person bits that could’ve been ripped from an episode of Supernatural. 

derek smiles.

it’s not... a derek smile, exactly. not that stiles has had all that much basis for comparison.

“look at me,” he says. “hey, look at me. derek freaking hale! can you even hear me right now?”

and derek says, stiles. but it’s not his voice anymore. stiles knows what derek‘s voice sounds like. soft, and light, and casual, the last way someone just looking at him would ever expect it to sound.

now, it’s closer to the stereotype. or a freaking demon voice on a tv show. 

slow, and low, and mocking. 

not-derek’s voice says, let’s see what we’re going to do with you. 

and then derek’s face… contorts, for a second. with panic, or pain, he looks terrified. 

and then it’s eerily blank again. 

[jaxs-girl]

Hii, can I request some general headcanons about Jax having a crush on reader and trying to hide it but failing really badly?

Notes: Alright, my first go at headcanons. I read them all the time so… should be easy, right? … *writes the headcanons* Actually, that was incredibly easy and fun!

Author's Ramblings: Everyone, please send me more requests! I know I don’t post every day, but I am having fun writing out these little requests for you guys! There are only 2 left in my inbox at this point, so I need more!

~Jax's Girl

JAX SECRETLY CRUSHING ON YOU

Tags: Jax has a crush on you, worst kept secret, headcanons, she/her reader but can be read as gender neutral

Words: 621

ღ This is the worst kept secret in all of the Digital Circus. Everyone knows about Jax’s crush on you, even you. You find it kind of sweet actually. The others will actually have quiet little conversations about whether or not the two of you will finally get together at some point. Zooble actually has a betting pool going on about it and everyone is in on it. Even Kinger.

ღ Jax is much nicer to you than any of the others in the circus. Sure, he still pranks you, you’re not immune to these pranks, but they’re more harmless, something you’ll laugh at when they happen. And somehow, they always benefit you. Once such prank is the air freshener bomb prank. You complained about a smell in your room one day. That night while you were laying in bed, your door suddenly opened and closed as something clattered to the ground. Pretty soon, your room smelled like your favorite scent and the bad smell was gone.

ღ Jax notices the little things about you. Like which adventures you like most, or how you tend to stick to a schedule to keep yourself sane. He’ll also notice when certain adventures get to you and when those adventures get to you he’ll pull his harmless pranks just to make you smile again. For example, he might hide a million tiny plastic ducks (or your favorite animal) in your room and around the tent just for the chance you might find one and laugh. And in the end, you’ll have a little collection for your room.

ღ During the tense, high-stakes adventures, Jax will try to protect you if he can. But he’ll do it in such a way that protects his horribly kept secret. Maybe there’s an adventure with a bunch of dangerous criminals running around and an NPC comes up to talk to you. He doesn’t even think, he immediately clocks it as a threat and shoots whoever it is. It was the sheriff.

- “What? I thought we were supposed to catch all the bad guys?” - “Yeah, catch. Not shoot the sheriff!” - “Oh, that was the sheriff?” *smirks* “Oops.” *shrugs*

Everyone will roll their eyes at this, but they all knew what he was really doing. That split second of fear that you could potentially get hurt was visible on his face. Everyone saw it.

ღ Gangle hardcore ships you two. She’s like your biggest shipper. You’re her OTP. I’m saying she makes ship art, maybe even some manga comics about it as well. And she will show you, asking when the two of you will finally get together for real. You always tell her you’re waiting for Jax to admit it.

ღ Sometimes, you’ll catch Jax looking at you, but he always looks away before you can call him out on it. He’ll even walk in the opposite direction on occasion, suddenly getting really interested in something else before you can talk to him. One time he walked into a wall.

ღ If it isn’t clear by now, Jax is down bad for you. He’s constantly thinking about you, your smile and the way you light up a room. He can even be caught daydreaming about you sometimes, like he’s totally spaced out while the others are having a conversation around him. When they catch him, he’ll cover it up by saying the topic was too boring to care about and didn’t deserve his attention.

ღ You’re actually kind of scared to bring up his crush on you. You don’t want things to change just because you know about his secret. But it’s so obvious that sometimes you really, really want to bring it up. Just so you can stop pretending that you don’t notice.

[zerosomnia]

Thunderbolts* x Reader

The Kisspiricy - Bob's Ending

Summary: After Yelena ruins the plan to keep the search for your mystery kiss thief a secret, you spend your day trying to figure out who you made out with the night before. Eventually, a specific someone cracks under the mounting pressure.

Genre: Fluff

Author's Note: Here is the next ending for the kisspiricy series! I will be getting them all out, dw, although there may be occasional breaks for other content. But I will not abandon this series so please don't become disheartened if the ending you want isn't up yet. Thanks for all the support <3

Also, as a disclaimer, the reader is gender neutral in order to keep this accessible for everybody!

Tags: @sunkissedsentry

Wordcount: 3,271

PARTS: Part 1 | Alexei | Ava | Bucky | Walker | Yelena |

You found your first group of victims in the shared common space of the tower, Walker and Ava were already bickering, instantly making you regret seeing them in your current hungover state. Wincing at Walker's increasing volume, you plopped yourself down on the sofa next to them.

“Already at it, you two?”

“What do you mean ‘already’ – it’s nearly afternoon.” You studied Walker judgmentally. He was dressed in his ‘day off’ clothes – a T-shirt and long cargo shorts.

“God, you look and sound like a dad right now.”

“I am a dad,”

“Yeah, but not to us,” Ava interrupted the festering argument. She had evident eyebags and her face was pale with tiredness, and you weren’t sure if it was from the late night or dealing with John. She turned to you and Yelena, tactfully ignoring John’s childish imitation of her talking. ‘We haven’t seen much of you two this morning, been busy?”

You shrugged out a ‘not really’, which Yelena quickly followed up to.

“We’re about to be, though.” She leaned in towards Ava, voice set in a loud whisper, and pointing 'subtly' towards you. “We have a top-secret mission: to find out who they kissed last night. You can’t tell anybody, though.” Yelena held her finger up to her mouth, letting an evil chuckle slip out when she saw your expression.

“Oh my god, Yelena! Really?!” You shrank into yourself with a mortified groan, curling up into a ball on the couch.

“What- you kissed someone?” Ava visibly rotated between shock, disgust, and her signature teasing smirk.

“I think so? But I don’t know who.” Your voice was high and squeaky, uncertainty obvious as you whined into your hands.

“No way, they were probably so drunk they imagined it,” Walker grunted nonchalantly, settling back on the sofa and throwing his feet up on the table. The group started to chatter about your mystery kiss as you died from embarrassment. John was adamantly arguing that you couldn’t forget who you kissed, whereas Yelena argued that you could. Ava played devil's advocate, taking sides randomly just to irritate the two blondes.

You noticed Bob for the first time since you had entered the room, sitting on the adjacent couch in silence. He was holding a book, but it was resting in his lap like he had forgotten about it, pages still splayed across his knees like he’d only intended to stop for a second. He was staring at you, something unreadable crossing his features as you peeked out between your fingers. Remaining curled up, you sent him a small wave. He returned a small uncomfortable smile, and both of you froze when you heard Ava speak up.

“Well, y’know, Alexei has been in a very good mood today. He’s downstairs making all of us pancakes…” You sat up instantly, a look of horror etching itself onto your face. When you looked over, you saw that Yelena mirrored your expression.

“What.” Both of you spoke in unison, and you could see the restrained joy growing on Ava’s face. She started to really rub it in. ‘He looked really happy, singing and everything – look, you’ll see right now,” She nodded towards the elevator, where Alexei stepped in, carrying a pair of plates stacked high with... pancakes?

“Hello everybody! I have made us the pancakes, to celebrate a good night,” You flinched away from his loud voice. Alexei started humming while he went about handing plates and cutlery to Ava and John. As he went to leave, he sent you a wink. “Don’t worry, I didn’t forget about you. You are next.” You stared at his back as he retreated, a horrible mixture of disgust and fear stabbing through you like shards of ice. Yelena quickly stood, eyes wide and mouth agape, as she chased her dad to the lift.

“Oooh nooo,” You cradled your head. There must have been something disturbing about your visible horror to Ava, because she switched tactics, attempting to be reassuring, and failing.

“It’s fine, he’s probably just in a weirdly good mood for some other reason.”

“Yeah, and his weird focus on giving you pancakes is probably also a coincidence.” John, ever tone-deaf, chimed in condescendingly. He made a small ‘oof’ sound when Ava socked him in the side. And that was it, the two started bickering again, about whether you’d kissed Alexei of all things.

“They didn’t kiss Alexei,” The small voice from the other sofa went largely missed by the pair, but you heard him. Bob looked positively distressed at the argument occurring, eyebrows scrunched in disgust and shifting in his spot, but when he noticed you staring at him, he shrugged defeatedly and went back to ‘reading’ his book.

Was he trying to help you out? Or did he know something? Either way, John and Ava were too focused on berating each other to care about his quiet input. You went to call him out, to ask what he meant, but when you opened your mouth Yelena burst back through the doors of the lift.

“Alright guys, nobody kissed Alexei last night.” You heaved a sigh of relief.

“Did you actually go down there just to ask him?” Ava raised her eyebrows at Yelena in some form of bemusement.

“Yes, and I regret it because I just learned way too much about his life as a ‘ladies’ man’” Irritation and disgust were evident in Yelena’s sneer, clearly it wasn’t a topic she enjoyed discussing with her dad.

“Speaking of ladies’ men, has anyone seen Bucky this morning?” You all stared at John for a few seconds. The blank stare that he returned solidified your personal belief that he was simply a himbo.

“Why do you think Bucky is a ladies' man?” John looked visibly bewildered at your question.

“You don’t think he is? Have you seen the way he gets swarmed when we go out?”

“Being generally liked isn’t the same as being flirted with, John,” Ava patted his shoulder. “It’s ok, I know that’s a difficult concept for you.”

Yelena turned to you, a surprisingly serious look on her face. “How much do you actually remember?” From the corner of your eye, you saw Bob sit up straighter, putting his book down again to listen to your response.

“Uh… well I remember taking some shots, and then I remember grabbing someone, and taking them to the dance floor with me. And we were dancing together, and we were really close – and then we kissed.”

“And you don’t remember any details? Taller? Shorter? Beard?” She vaguely motioned to Walker, who sent her a weary sideye.

“No… I don’t remember if there was a beard. They had soft lips though…” Yelena made an ‘ick’ noise, scrunching her nose up at you. And you swore you could see a tinge of red on Bob’s cheeks, but he wouldn’t look at you for you to decide.

“Well…  you’d be lucky if it was Bucky – there’s worse people to kiss in this group.” She jutted her chin towards Walker, who of course took the bait.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

You rolled your eyes at the pair, did they ever stop arguing?

Like he had been summoned, Bucky’s dark figure entered the room. He looked miserable, sunglasses on, and a coffee being gripped like it was a life support mechanism. Yelena shifted, offering up her spot on your couch and moving to sit next to Bob.

“Can you two be quiet for once?” He groaned, sitting on the edge of the sofa. The requested silence, of course, only lasted for a minute at most before Walker opened his big mouth.

“So Bucky, how do you feel about dancing?” Both you and Ava glared at his horribly unsubtle question.

“It’s better when your partner isn't as uncoordinated as a moose.” Offended, you press him further. You tried to keep your tone neutral, but whether it worked or not was unclear, especially judging from Ava’s visible attempts not to laugh and Yelena’s snort.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, Yelena tried to teach Walker and I that stupid TikTok dance. I swear he broke my foot with the number of times he stomped on it.” Ooh, so he didn't dance with you. You heard Yelena give a small hum of recognition, before Ava burst into Bucky’s lament.

“Well, I’m glad you two were having fun, I had to stop Alexei from arm wrestling people at the bar – he even tried to have it out with Bob at one point.” When she motioned to Bob, you noticed him in a deep whisper-conversation with Yelena. She was making a varying range of facial expressions, and the pair abruptly stopped talking when they noticed you watching. Their wide-eyed stare in response did nothing to settle the unease in your stomach.

So, everyone was accounted for. Yelena, Walker, and Bucky were all learning some silly dance. And Ava was babysitting Alexei and Bob. If everyone had an alibi – did you imagine the kiss? Or was someone lying?

The gnawing feeling of frustration picked at your skin, settling in a familiar tingling heat. You chewed on your lip, phasing out the others' constant conversation as you tried to determine who would be your likely candidates. Unfortunately, the only people you could actually rule out were Walker and Alexei. Walker was still reeling over Olivia, and Alexei would be too proud of himself to keep a kiss a secret. Despite your lack of direction, you still had your hopes about who your mystery kisser was, having grown especially close to a particular shy brunette over your time with the group.

You cleared your throat, feeling all the attention turn to you as you stood.

“I’m just gonna go get some water, not feeling great.” The others accepted your excuse as you beelined towards the lift, but when you turned back to watch the doors close, you noticed Bob's gaze had followed you, his body was poised like he was preparing to bolt off the sofa. Thankfully, the doors closed, providing you with a barrier to hide behind in retreat from his constant eye.

You could hear Alexei’s singing before you even stepped off the lift. The loud man’s voice echoed far down the hallway, causing you to wince even from a distance. As you made your way into the kitchen, he greeted you with a joyful exclamation, arms spread wide. He was wearing a white apron with pink frills, the ever-corny ‘kiss the cook’ slogan displayed proudly across the front. Given the volume of the music blaring from his phone, you didn’t even attempt to yell over it, deciding instead to motion down your body and give him a thumbs up to show your approval of his fit.

“Ah! Do not worry, you did not kiss any cooks last night,” you grimaced at his crude joke, cursing Yelena’s honesty. “I must go play delivery boy now! But you tell me what you want when I get back, yes?” He motioned to the various toppings he had laid out over the countertop and whisked himself out of the room carrying a rather nefarious-looking plate of pancakes and his very loud phone. Even the visual of Alexei’s cooking made your stomach churn, so you decided there and then you’d probably pass on his kind offer.

You focused on getting yourself a glass of water, the headache from earlier was making its dramatic return and demanded acknowledgement in the form of a rhythmic throbbing. You moved about the kitchen, in your own little world, and you just about jumped out of your own skin when you turned to leave but ran face first into Bob.

“Jeez Bob! Warn someone before you sneak up on them!” He shrank back a little, nervously chuckling as he apologised. He stood awkwardly for a minute, clearly trying to start a conversation but failing. So, you took up the mantle instead, allowing him some reprieve. “Come to see what toppings Alexei has for his pancakes?” You tried to keep your tone light, despite how terrible you felt. Bob directed a stare towards Alexei’s work station, you could see the gears turning as he processed the state of the place.

“That’s what they’re meant to be?” You laughed at his blunt honesty, nodding your head in amusement. “No, actually, I.. uh-“ He froze up again, only this time it was far more obvious as he buffered in real time. He ducked his head down, fiddling with the cuffs of his sleeves. “I came to check on you, you didn’t seem well before- when… when you ran off,”

His questioning didn’t convince you. “I’m ok, just dealing with the hangover.” You let the silence linger for a few more seconds. “That wasn’t really what you wanted to ask me, was it?” He ogled you in shock as you quietly called out his diversion, and then in a hoarse voice, he clarified.

“I wasn’t lying… I really did want to check on you. But I was mostly meaning how do you feel about your… problem? You seemed really upset- about the whole thing,”

Averting your gaze, you ran your finger around the rim of the glass. “You’re always very observant, Bob.” He shrugged at you, inching closer so that he could hear you better. He awkwardly reached out, like he was going to place a hand on your arm, but stopped when you spoke again. “I’m frustrated.” Your confession held him in place, stopped him like he was a statuette.

“Frustrated?” He echoed, confusion evident in his quiet tone.

“Yeah.. I…” You swallowed, feeling a knot starting to build in your throat, choking you. “It’s the not-knowing I hate. If I only knew who it was, yeah, it would be a little awkward, but we could get over it. When it’s some big secret like this, it makes me nervous.” You finally looked back at him, he was really close now, big blue eyes catching you in a melancholy stare – like he was hurting for you. Heat rushed to your face. The awkward confession instantly made you backtrack, diverting into some attempt at humour to avoid oversharing more. “I mean… obviously I have my ideas of who I’m hoping it would be – Have you seen Alexei in that stunning apron?” Your joke pulled a weak laugh from Bob, but his face took on an unreadable emotion.

“Hoping? Are you hoping for someone in particular?” Shit. He was looking into your eyes, no, your soul. Your chest was palpitating, heart beating like you’d just completed a marathon. And it was getting really hard not to tell him about the crush on him that you’d been harbouring for months.

You thanked the universe for it’s timely interruption as Alexi’s music made an appearance before he did, and then the loud Russian waltzed in through the door.

“Ah! You two! Good, now you can tell me what you want on your pancakes!” You ducked away from Bob, pointing at a couple of fruits on the countertop, and informing Alexi that you’d be in your room when he needed you. Then you rushed off, blood rushing and butterflies in your stomach.

Your stack of ‘pancakes’ sat on your desk, stone cold after the hours that had passed. After your brief run-in in the kitchen, you had retreated into your room, preferring the dark solitude to dealing with other people in your state. You had started feeling considerably better, which was unfortunate given the dusky light that now peered through the gaps in your curtains. You’d basically lost a whole day to the damn hangover.

Your phone flashed, a notification popping up on the screen. The speed at which you lunged for it was almost extreme, and for some reason disappointment sagged in your chest when you saw it was Yelena who had messaged. Her text was ominous, one simple line:

“I know who your mystery kisser is.” You stared at it for a few seconds before typing back a tentative response.

“Who? And how did you find out?” The typing bubble appeared, and you watched the animation for an agonising minute before it disappeared again. When it became clear she wasn’t going to say anything else, you threw your head back into the pillow with a groan. Then a knock sounded at the door.

You lay there for a minute, it had been quiet – was it even a knock? Maybe you had just heard something else in the building rattling. Then it came again. Quiet but determined, and definitely a knock. Looking between the door and your phone, a thought popped into your head. Maybe it’s Yelena? She could be coming to share her news in person?

You weren’t expecting to see the familiar tangle of brown hair and old blue sweater that barged through your door like a bull heading for a matador. Bob paced around your room, agitation evident on his face as he panted out his words.

“I need to talk to you.” You closed the door, motioning for him to sit. He didn’t. Instead he launched into his tirade, voice breathless and shaking with every statement. “It was me. I’m the mystery kisser. And I was going to tell you eventually once I’d gotten over it because I know you probably don’t feel the same way about me, and-“ His words were like a waterfall, gushing out of his mouth faster than he could contain them. “I decided I had to tell you because you were so upset. A-and I know it was really selfish of me because you were drunk but you were just so lovely and you looked really good, and-“ You marched over to him, grabbing his face and smothering his words with a heated kiss. He completely froze, not even reacting when you pulled back.

“I was really hoping it was you.” A small, dumbfounded smile formed on his face.

“You were?” You nodded, pulling him again for a much gentler kiss now that he had stopped talking. He collapsed into you, the kiss a mess of melding lips and a little tongue. When you pulled back, you were both panting lightly, and you held him close, pressing your forehead against his with a smile.

“C’mon, sit. I think we have some stuff to talk about.” You started to slowly lead him over to your bed. On the way, you picked your phone up, sending Yelena a swift text while you had the chance.

“I know too. Mission complete, you’re off duty, detective.”

[joooooniecore]

After all this time - Chapter 11

Your friends have been successful enough to drag you out of your workaholic routine for a vacation out of country.

The only problem? Your long term crush who actually used to be your best friend is also going there. And he is bringing his girlfriend, your ex-female best friend.

What could go wrong? Right?

✧˖* pairing: ex-bestfriend!mingyu x f!reader

✧˖* chapter count: master-list

✧˖* genre: ex-best friend mingyu, friends to strangers to friends to lovers, fluff, angst, slow-burn, smut.

✧˖* playlist: spotify playlist

✧˖* full work warnings: resurfaced old feelings, toxic relationship(not between the main characters), angst, confusions, resentments, past misunderstandings, a very slow burn

✧˖* explicit warnings: penetration, explicit language, cursing, bodily fluids, praising, body worship.

✧˖* author's note: oh no a cliffhanger! i had to okay. its not because i hate everyone who is reading this story but there has been a lot thats going on in my life currently. i have been planning a move out of my childhood home as y'all know and so i am unable to really sit down and write it properly. now i am not someone who puts half ass efforts in writing and calls it a day. i want the angst to really stand out so i will be writing it in the next chapter, in a better way because we all deserve an angsty passionate confession after the torture of 10 chapters. so please wait a little more. i might even post the final chanpter before the next monday. thank you for always supporting. i really love the comments you guys put under the stories. i love y'all so so much!!

--- love, artemis.

✧˖* tag-list: @ana-marais98 @chezsofia @ppaia @mingyuisthevictimofsvt @tokitosun @iarayara @cheolliesvt @seungcheolsblackcard @alohacrispyrn @minhui896 @callmemadhatter @xxluvzrrrx

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You woke up from the constant ringing of your phone. The ringtone annoying you as you fumbled a bit before finally reaching your phone that was on the bedstand.

“Hello?”, you mumbled into the receiver, your eyes still closed.

“___? Are you still sleeping?”, came Jihyun’s voice.

“Yes. Why?”, you said as you slightly opened your eyes to check the time. It was almost afternoon.

“Oh my god! I overslept!”, you panicked a little before sitting up and then realizing that you don’t have office.

“Calm down young lady!”, came Jihyun’s voice with a giggle.

“Yeah. Sorry. What happened?”, you finally asked Jihyun.

“Just asking whether you would come to the party or not”, Jihyun finally said.

“Party? Seungcheol’s house?”, you asked, eyes widened by the news.

“Yes.”, Jihyun said.

“You guys have returned back, right?”, you asked, finally settling down.

“Yes, just returned.”, Jihyun said.

“Quite a bold picture you posted there by the way.”, Jihyun giggled a little as she teased you.

“Yeah. It was Jeonghan’s idea and Steven was mischievous enough to play along.”, you said with a sigh.

You weren’t really sure if you did a good thing by putting up a picture of your hand beside his on the dinner table but it was a great idea of proving to the world that you have moved on. You are not normally someone who goes around proving people things but the way Maya had reacted needed to be tamed so you did what you could do. Showed her that you don’t really need Mingyu anymore, which was an absolute lie.

“Mingyu was fuming when he saw it.”, Jihyun’s voice cut through the thoughts in your head.

“Huh? What?”, you asked dumbfoundedly.

“Yes. I saw him seeing the picture, grinding his teeth and then closing his phone before a frustrated sigh.”, Jihyun explained in such a casual voice that you almost beleieved she was joking.

“You are joking right?”, you asked.

“No. You can ask Jeonghan too. He was with me.”, she said.

“When did this happen?”, you were too curious to know.

“Today morning. When we were waiting for the flight at the airport. He sat a little away from everyone. Me and Jeonghan were loitering when we saw him check the picture.”, Jihyun explained the whole incident.

“So basically, you both were spying on him.”, you rolled your eyes but smiled fondly.

“Sort of but hey at least you got the information.”, Jihyun laughed which made you laugh too.

You both talked for another half an hour about what you both will wear and then decided to meet outside of Seungkwan’s house, before driving to Seungcheol’s house.

The rest of the afternoon went along fast, as you freshened up, and decided on which dress to wear.

Unbeknownst to you, a phone rang somewhere in another part of the same city you live in.

“Hello?”

“Seungcheol hyung, it’s me. Mingyu.”, Mingyu’s voice came out more strained than he tried.

“Yes Mingyu-ah, what’s up?”, asked Seungcheol as soon as he heard the difference in the younger’s voice.

“I-I broke up with her. I did it.”, his voice was shaking but he was determined to not cry.

“What? Oh. Are you okay?”, Seungcheol was now fully attentive of every exhale that came out of Mingyu’s mouth.

“Yes. I mean, can you meet me?”, Mingyu asked, the tremor in is voice evident.

“Yes of course. Where are you?”, asked Seungcheol as he grabbed his keys.

“Very close actually. I am in the ___ café, near your house.”, there was some shuffling on the other side.

“Yes, okay wait.”, Seungcheol dashed out of his door and within a few minutes was in front of the cozy café.

He quickly got in and searched around a bit before his eyes landed on the slouched figure at the farthest corner of the room. He passed through several rows in the busy café and was finally standing right in front of the younger.

“Mingyu.”, he finally said as he saw the younger raise his head in a slow manner.

“Hyung.”, his eyes were watery as he tried to control his tears.

“I did the correct thing, right?”, Mingyu asked as soon as Seungcheol settled down.

“Yes. She was cheating on you Gyu.”, Seungcheol softly mumbled as he tried to sooth the heartbroken boy.

“Even I know that. But we have been together for so long. I think I got used to her presence.”, Mingyu explained after taking a deep breath.

“I know. I understand that. It’s completely normal to feel this heartbroken even if the relationship meant nothing during the ends.”, hearing Seungcheol say that calmed Mingyu down a bit.

He really wanted to forget about this. All his life he has stopped himself from feeling guilty for never confessing to ___ and he used to make himself believe that Maya was the one for him but now seeing how she sucked the life out of him was tough to watch. He really wanted to scold his younger self for not choosing ___.

“I doesn’t matter anymore.”, Mingyu finally said in a small voice.

“What do you mean?”, Seungcheol asked, a little confused.

“Didn’t you see ___ Instagram story?”, Mingyu asked as he took out his phone and showed him the screenshot.

“I don’t think you should believe everything you see.”, Seungcheol tried to explain without giving away the fact that it was all a stunt.

“I will come off as desperate if I confess now.”, Mingyu’s shoulders slumped even lower if that was possible.

“What’s the worst that can happen? She says no. But at least you will be able to get over the thing.”, Seungcheol said.

“Are you sure? Should I really confess?”, asked Mingyu.

“Listen, your friendship with her is anyways ruined after the stunt Maya pulled. I just want you to get this over with. Talk with her. She is far more intelligent than all of us. I just know that she will understand.”, Seungcheol was trying so hard to not spill the truth but Jeonghan had warned him. He was in no way allowed to tell Mingyu that the date meant nothing to ___.

 “Okay. I will talk with her today at the party.”, Mingyu seemed to look determined. Seungcheol heaved a sigh of relief as he patter Mingyu’s back and ordered coffee for both of them.

The evening came earlier than intended. You were almost ready as you slipped into the sage green dress that you have saved for this occasion. Your cheeks burned red when you remembered how Mingyu had paid for this one. It was a bold move, to wear the dress someone else’s boyfriend bought for you but you were feeling rebellious today so you decided to show up in this one and make Mingyu regret every decision he has ever made.

The makeup was subtle, your bold red lips making a statement. You decided to leave your hair as it is, the soft waves cascading down up to your waist in a dramatic fashion. You wore your diamond earrings. You had the exact color heels to go with the dress which made you extremely excited. After finally getting all dolled up you decided to call Jihyun.

“Are you ready?”, you asked as soon as the call got connected.

“Yes. I am almost out of the door.”, Jihyun said as she screamed for Vernon to get moving.

You giggled as you ended the call and decided to head out too. The walk to Seungkwan’s place was short but it took you a bit more time since you were wearing pointed heels and the weather was cold.

You reached within fifteen minutes as you rung the bell to his apartment.

“Oh my god you look gorgeous.”, Seungkwan gasped as soon as he opened the door.

You laughed a bit as you entered the warm apartment.

“I am shivering.”, you confessed.

“That can’t be it. We need shots.”, Seungkwan dramatically commented as he rushed inside to bring out a shot glass and some vodka.

“What? Before the party?”, you laughed as you settled down on the couch.

“Yes. At least one shot. You will be warm and not that drunk.”, Seungkwan explained as he poured you a shot.

You chugged it in one go, your face crinkling from the strong taste as you laughed along with Seungkwan.

“Wow that was intense.”, you said as you kept the glass on the coffee table.

“Let me prepare one for Jihyun too.”, he excitedly commented.

After taking a few shots, you, Jihyun and Seungkwan were finally ready to go to the party.

Your heart was beating fast because you knew you were going to see Mingyu and Maya there. Every minute of it felt like running away, going to your home, lying in the cozy blankets and watching sappy romance movies till midnight.

Seungkwan might have noticed your discomfort as he pulled you right towards him in the cramped space of the hired car.

“Don’t plan on running away. This is a party of your close friend, not Maya’s.”, Seungkwan reminds as you huff a bit for you have been caught red handed.

Running away felt like the best option but all your life you have ran away from problems. Fights and quarrels have always scared you, as they give you panic attacks, so running away has always been your plan A. But now you have to be strong, and face the consequences. You can’t avoid Mingyu forever, even if that means making him realize what kind of shit person he has been dating.

“I won’t.”, you said with an assuring smile.

The party was going on in full swing. Seungcheol has invited some of his colleagues too and your group of friends. He has always been a very shy person when it came to making friends, so it makes you happy when you see him surrounded by friends that he has chosen.

“Happy New Year’s Eve Cheol!”, you screamed over the music as you hugged the man in front of you.

Seungcheol beamed, his dimples making an appearance as he engulfed you in a warm hug. The hug not only felt celebratory but also a gentle reminder that he is always here with you and that you can stop running away from your problems. You gently smiled as you detached yourself from him before stumbling into Jeonghan.

He was looking extra pretty with a shimmery top and white leather pants.

“Now you look like a piece of art sir.”, you smiled as you threw yourself into your office best friend’s arms.

“Don’t even start. You look gorgeous as fuck. If I were straight, I would have proposed you right here.”, Jeonghan giggled.

You enjoyed the compliments as it made you feel a little bit more comfortable in the way you were dressed. You have always been a little less comfortable in your skin whenever you dressed in something out of your comfort zone but your friends never failed to push away your insecurities.

You got introduced to some of Seungcheol’s colleagues including a man named Dokyeom and he was the bubbliest person you have ever met. He was all lame jokes and giggles which was entertaining to watch.

“Hyung has said a lot about you.”, he said.

“All good things I believe?”, you asked back with a smirk.

“Yeah mostly.”, he said with a wide smile.

“Are you enjoying the drinks?”, he asked again, leaning a little closer for you to hear clearly but maintaining a respectful distance.

“Yes, a little. I am not planning on getting drunk tonight.”, you mumbled.

“Planning to finally confess?”, Dokyeom said with a silly smirk.

“Even you know about that?! Great!”, you said with a huff as heat crawled up your neck because of embarrassment.

“I love talking about love. So, it’s kind of adorable.”, he laughed and you smiled along with him. It was easier to smile around him as he was just silly.

“I think the man of the hour is here.”, Dokyeom said as he rushed away from you before you could question his statement.

You turned around only to meet your eyes with Mingyu. He was looking extremely handsome. With a maroon red shirt, the first three buttons unbuttoned and jeans. His hair was shorter than you remember and was styled perfectly. His eyes met yours. You have known him for the longest time and you saw the flicker of something unknown in his eyes. You tried to avoid his gaze, acting like you haven’t noticed him but he was approaching you, with steady steps and a determined face.

“Happy new year’s eve, ____.”, he said as soon as he was right in front of you.

“Same to you.”, you said as you averted his eyes and tried to involuntarily search for Maya. You have no wish to again listen to her rude remarks.

“She isn’t here. We broke up.”, Mingyu said as he minimized the distance even more.

“What? Why?”, you asked, clearly shocked.

“For you.”, he whispered as he dipped his head right beside your right ear, a trail of goosebumps breaking out in the skin of your neck.

“You don’t get to say that now Mingyu!”, you could almost feel yourself getting enraged.

You have waited so many years for him to realize how toxic Maya is. You have waited for the response of your letters. You have waited for some kind of apology. You have waited for him for ages. And now, after you have decided to move on, he is standing here with that stupid smirk on his face as if he has done you a favour by breaking up with his long-term girlfriend.

“What?”, Mingyu dumbfoundedly looked at you and that made you even more angry.

“I need some air.”, you said as you yanked your hand off his grip and walked out into the balcony, unbeknownst to the fact that Mingyu was already following you.

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✧˖* end notes: posting every monday! do suggest me ideas if you have any. also do like and comment!! it gives me motivation to write better.<3

[wosomikaela]

THE PASTRY OF LOVE PART 2

TRIGGER WARNING: bad writing, sexual themes

(Also sorry for the waiting I was finishing up my school so I didn't had much time to finish up.)

I quickly went to grab my charger and plug it in patiently waiting for my phone to wake up again. I was so eager to text Steph back even if it meant to admit that I did stalk her a little bit.

STEPH POV:

“I am telling you Beth I just freaked out.” I kept telling Beth for the fifth time as she asked me while I canceled the plans I had made with the hot café owner.

“But you should have seen her face, she got so sad after I told her. She looked like she was really looking forward to it. You should text her.” I rolled my eyes at her: “And how am I supposed to text her I don’t even know-” I was cut off by my phone lighting up with a notification from instagram. I usually turned it down but for some reason I opened this one. I was a new follower alert, nothing extraordinary but I stopped when my eyes landed on the name: “Holy shit!” I said as my phone nearly slipped from my hand.

Beth looked at me like I was crazy: “What is it?” I turned my phone screen her way and let her read the nickname: “Well, I guess she found you before you got the chance to complain one more time.” Beth laughed as she walked away with Mile following closely behind.

I quickly followed her back and texted her.

stephcatley: stalker much?

I waited for a few minutes for a reply but I was only left on read. Great, now I can’t show my face at the new favourite café ever again. I started to come up with some excuses I could use in front of the girls who actually want to go to the café after tomorrow's game.

y/nTorres: Hey, sorry my phone died. I am not stalking just….admiring.

I read the message and I could feel myself blush. I never got this feeling with a girl before, yet alone flirting with one. I took a deep breath in and decided to answer.

stephcatley: well, I am glad. I was just thinking about you. Sorry that I had to cancel our plans but Calvin needed me.

Y/N POV:

There it was. Calvin again. I didn’t know if it was her boyfriend, kid or some sort of animal. I was intrigued to find out but I stopped myself, what would she think of me if I just thought that she was single and her partner was an animal.

y/nTorres: I hope he is okay. We can always reschedule our plans

stephcatley: Yeah he is fine, we just went for a quick check up. And as for the plans I would like to try again.

Okay so check up, great that did not help me at all. I ran a hand through my hair and

sighed.

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The next day when I woke up I had my phone still in my hand. I must have fallen asleep while talking to Steph. She was very funny and we talked for hours about my pastry and about her football career. From her messages I could feel her love for the sport and her club. I always liked people who had a specific passion for the job they do.

I did not tell her about me having tickets to her dame today and maybe I should not even go, it could seem that I am too eager to see her, which of course was true. I talked to Vanesa over the phone on my way to the stadium telling her all about Stephs and Is conversation.

“I am telling you Calvin is either her child or her dog.” Vanesa tried to ease my nerves about Steph having a boyfriend.

I sighed: “I will talk to her about it, maybe if I get a chance to see her, where are the seats you said again?”

“Right next to the entrance onto the pitch, people call it a tunnel I think. Anyways I have to go have a nice game experience.” She replied and hung up on me. God this girl had even less idea about football then I did.

I put my phone into my pocket and started walking towards the stadium, it was bigger than what I expected and also more crowded then I imagined. I took a deep breath in, scanned my ticket and went to find my seat.

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The team Arsenal played against was quick but I could see the arsenal girls being quicker, sharper and overall more prepared than the other team. I couldn’t believe how much fun I was having, between cheering and clapping when Beth scored to just being mesmerized by Steph herself. She looked anything but nervous, she was focused on the game, on the players in front of her. She looked great. Her sharp features were clearly visible as the sun shines onto her.

“First time here?” A woman next to me asked. I looked at her and frowned about how she found out: “You have the glow about you. You know the one where you see the game live for the first time.” she chuckled as I did the same.

“Yeah, first time at any football game actually.” I confessed.

“Yeah, now it makes even more sense, you are not even wearing any merch. Are you here just for fun or to see someone specific?”

“Oh, um…” I didn’t know what to say. Truthfully I was there to see Steph but we don’t know each other well enough for me to say that: “I am just here to…admire the view. I am new to London, so I am here to experience it all.” The woman didn’t look convinced enough but let it go as the final whistle was blown. All the fans started to hurry towards the barriers so they could probably get to meet their favorite players or maybe just to get a photo.

As I looked at the crowd I decided not to wait for Steph to walk towards the stands and maybe got the opportunity to talk to her due to the mass of kids in front of me. I quickly snapped a few photos and one of Steph sent it to her with praise of a great play.

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Steph Pov:

We were celebrating in the locker room when I finally sat down after our game against Aston Villa. I had a few messages from y/n that I decided to look at. To my surprise it was a photo of me from this match which was weird. We talked almost the whole night last night and she never mentioned going to our match.

stephcatley: You definitely are a stalker now. Why didn’t you tell me you are coming? I would've found you in the stands.

y/nTorres: It was a surprise for me too, like I said, I never saw a football match. And to your other question…there were so many younger fans who wanted to meet you, I got scared I would get lost.

I chuckled at her response, she was probably around 175 cm tall she definitely wouldn't get lost. We exchanged a few more texts before I got pulled towards the middle of the locker room for the after match analysis, but not before agreeing to our baking session later tonight.

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I was never this nervous going to a café, maybe it had to do something with a certain owner of this particular one. I didn’t know if this was a date or just her way of making friends. But I tried to calm myself down by saying that she definitely flirted with me.

I took a deep breath in and knocked on the door. Beth helped me pick up my outfit which was just classic blue washed jeans with a white short tee. I stood there for a few seconds before she opened the door greeting me with her warm smile.

“Hey come on in.” She said moving from the way opening the door more. The café looked even more cozy at night. The lights were dim and yellow was shining from them but it was still dark in there.

“I love the lights.” I said pointing towards them, she looked at me and nodded: “Yeah, it was my best friend's idea to put them like this. The shop shines even at night, she said it’s like my soul…still shining. I don’t know about that but, it was cute of her to say that.”

I smiled at the comment, her best friend was definitely a great person: “Well from what I've seen so far, she is right. So what are we baking?”

“Follow me, I will show you.” She took my hand and like last time she led me towards the back of her kitchen.

After she closed the door I was immediately met with a bunch of ingredients. Such as fresh raspberries, big blocks of butter and one big bowl of dough.

“Hope you don’t mind, I already made the standard dough but we are going to make one more for this don’t worry.”

I smiled putting my hair up into a messy bun: “All good, I can’t say I know much about baking so it is probably better than you did it before.”

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Y/N POV:

Her saying that she was not a great baker made me frown: “Well, you are here to learn so come on.”

I walked towards the stove where I placed a big pot: “First we are going to make as I call it hot raspberries.”

She looked unsure about what I was talking about so I walked towards her taking her hand: “Here take this apron, we don’t want that white shirt to get red. That is the first step.” She nodded and quickly put it over her head and made a nice bow at the back.

I took her hand again and led her towards the pot: “It is simple, we just pour the raspberries into the pot and let them cook.”

“That simple?”

I chuckled: “Well we have to stir it so it does not burn.” She laughed and carefully started putting the raspberries into the pot. It was so cute to watch her being so careful about not hurting the berries even though it wouldn't do anything if she just threw them in.

“Now we just stir?” She asked, pulling me away from my thoughts. I nodded, handing her the ladle.

I was standing close to her now as we both watched the raspberries turn into thick liquid. We were occasionally talking but for the most part she was focused on her job.

“Now that it's done we turn off the stove and let it cool down for a bit.” She looked at me: “And until then we are going to do what?”

I sighed: “We are going to collect the flour from the back.”

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We successfully made the raspberry dough without making much of a mess, and now she was just watching me roll it out.

“Now it’s your turn with your red one to come here.” I motioned for her to get in front of me.

“How do I do that?” She turned her head my way as I took her hands into mine slowly placing them onto the roller. My hands were covering hers as was also my body.

I gripped her hands and slowly started to move them, rolling out the dough: “You have to do it carefully but also you can’t be too gentle.” I tried to explain to her but I could feel her focus more on my face than the activity in front of us.

“What?” I asked, looking into her eyes as her head was turned my way. Our faces were a few centimeters away.

“I really want to kiss you right now.” She breathed out. It took me by surprise but I didn’t pull away from her. Instead I closed the small gap between us slowly kissing her lips.

They were soft and she tasted the leftover raspberries she ate while we were baking.

The dough was quickly abandoned as she turned in my arms placing them around my neck pulling me close to her as mine slipped around her waist.

I turned us around and pulled her up onto the other side of the kitchen placing her against the cupboard earning a small moan from her.

She deepened the kiss, slipping her tongue into my mouth as we fought for dominance which I quickly won. The only sound in the room was our heavy breathing, I didn’t know what had gotten into her but I knew I had to stop it before it turned into something more.

When I pulled away we were both trying to catch our breath, I looked at her softly but I could see some conflict in her eyes. As I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable I slowly put her down onto her feet.

“I…um. I am so sorry. I don’t know what got into me.” Steph started apologizing and putting the apron I gave her down. I frowned: “Hey, it’s okay I didn’t stop you either.”

She shook her head: “No, I can’t do this,you know I….I have to go.”

And before I could stop her she practically flew out of the kitchen and the café all at once. I was frozen in my spot looking at the kitchen door before looking at the unfinished croissants dough.

Maybe the pastry was my only love.

[h7llow]

JUDGE OF THE CLOUDS

୨ㅤ࣪ㅤ︶︶︶︶ㅤㅤ꒰୨ ୧꒱ㅤㅤ︶︶︶︶ㅤ࣪ㅤ୧

Synopsis: You rate the clouds on a scale of 1-10 in your notebook and they noticed, which led to questioning. (only 1 cloud has ever gotten a 10)

Pairing: In ho x fem!reader/ Dae ho x fem!reader/Recruiter x fem!reader/ Jun-ho x fem!reader

In ho | ္ံံင်္

You and In ho were getting ready to go to the grocery store, “Y/N. come on we have to be back in time to make dinner for your parents, Gosh you take so long for everything love.” You start pacing around the room looking for your notebook and finally find it hidden in the container you have all your notebooks placed at. “Coming right now!!” You place the note book In your bag and run to the front door. 

You step into the car and put your seatbelt on in a hurry so you make It back on time. 

You then take your notebook out along with your black pen and look outside while In ho is driving.

“I hope they will like what I am making, I usually add more spice to it then normal but I don’t want them to cho-“

He gets interrupted by you saying your thoughts out loud. “Eh, 4.5/10”

His eyebrow lifts up In confusion while looking around,“What is here to rate?” 

You turn to him with an innocent face, “What else would there be?”

He tilts his head, signaling for you to tell him. “Thats what I’m asking myself because I have no clue.” 

A few minutes yall park and step out of the car, you then walk off to enter the store but in ho stops following. “You coming?” you say stopping while looking back.

He then remembers you rating stuff and you not answering the question, he then takes a step back and does a thumbs up pointing back to the car. “I forgot the card, wait for me in there my love.”

You nod in response and keep walking.

He then jogs to the car and opens the passenger seat door searching for the journal in your bag and spot it next to your lipgloss and mascara.

“There It goes.” He flips through the pages and stops when he sees the date on the corner which was today.

“1st cloud 3/10, 2nd cloud 6/10, 3rd cloud 10/10!! , 4th cloud 4.5/10” He then stops reading and turns back instantly when he hears your voice

“The card is right-“ you look down and see your notebook in his hand

He covers his face with his hands, “I.. Uh- wanted to know what you were rating” coughing trying to clear his throat

“Uh huh. Well there it is honey.” You say looking embarrassed and your face as red as a tomato.

“Uh, here I’ll get the cart for you.” He walks off with you following him right beside. 

He scoffs, as if he was in disbelief of you doing something childish. ( he was indeed in disbelief.) 

“I mean clouds tho seriously Y/N” he says covering his face leaning down against the cart

You thump his hand in return and start laughing.

Dae ho | ္ံံင်္

“Dae ho hurry!! I don’t want to be late for the movie” you say while wiggling the keys around to signal for him to hurry up.

“Im coming!!” He paces around the room trying to find his shoes, when he finally finds them he slips them on and speed walks to the door.

“Here, give me the keys lovely” kissing your forehead then putting his hand out for you to give him the keys. You hand him the keys and walk to the car.

5 minutes later y’all are on the freeway stuck in traffic. “There has to be a quicker way out” he whines putting his head back with his eyes squeezed closed.

He turns to you and sees you leaning your head down looking upward through the window

“W-what are you doing?” He says gazing fondly at you.

“Im rating” you say with no context with a focused look on your face gazing at the clouds, leaving him even more confused, which pushes him to ask more questions.

“Rating what?” He says looking up where you are looking to see if he can figure out.

“The clouds” you say with a innocent look on your face, which lets him know you’re not joking.

“Oh um, yeah thats nice.” He says trying to seem interested like you are.

“That was is ugly, no no no, 2/10.” you say while nodding your head

“Pff, yeah most definitely not a good one, L-like that one- That is a good one.” He says while pointing, trying to look interested In what you are doing to make you happy.

“Oh my gosh thats the best one I’ve ever seen Dae ho- woahh.. 10/10!” You say while looking more closer at the cloud in adoration.

He then stares with his eyes full of love, smiling because you doing something so odd makes him fall more deeply in love.

“Ah! Finally the traffic is dying down” getting distracted of you staring fondly at the clouds by the traffic.

Recruiter | ္ံံင်္

You and Gong yoo were coming back from a late lunch from a little cafe that y’all met at, he wanted to take you out since its been a while because you have been writing a new book that you are trying to publish in 2 months which has been stressful.

“I had a good time, thank you.” You pause briefly, “Definitely helped me get a break from the non stop writing.” Smiling at him holding the bag of left over dessert.

“Anything for you darling.” Y’all make it to the car and he opens the door for you and you get in.

He hops into the drivers side and starts the car.

A few minutes later y’all are waiting at a red light and you are ducking down looking out the window to get a better view at the sky.

“You know, we should go to the cafe by our house I saw a lot of good reviews..“

He slows down his words when you cut him off.

“Ooh, thats a good one.” You say while putting your head back where it was originally to write your rating of the clouds down on the notebook.

He scoffs, “Quite rude to cut me off..- Anyways, how do you suddenly get all these ideas? You’re very intelligent my love, but please take a break for now.”

You turn to him confused. “What do you mean ideas?”

He starts driving again, but talking at the same time. “Well you said ooh thats a good one so I supposed you were thinking of some ideas for your new book, I guess I was wrong.” He takes a short pause. “What are you doing then love?”

You accidentally ignore him due to you still focusing on the clouds.

He scoffs again while stopping at the red light. “Uh, hello? Your being quite rude today aren’t you?” He says while waving a hand to your face to make you listen to him.

You turn to his direction, “Ah, sorry dear.”

“So what are you doing?” He says looking impatient of your reply.

You look the other way and look down, “ Uh, its nothing..” You say with a deceiving look on your face.

He tries to pretend that he brushed it off, “Ahh, okay..” He says, then taking the journal out your hand

“Gong yoo, give it back come on.” You say trying to get it back.

He reads it and he cant control his chuckles that leave his mouth.

“Oh look at your little attempt to retrieve your such silly hidden possessions.” He laughs,” 3rd cloud 10/10!” He says trying to mimmic what you wrote, you then finally snatch it out of his hand and place it back in your bag

He laughs again, “You are so intelligent yet so childish.” He stops but then speaks again while driving when the light turned green, “I still love you through these very specified yet odd hobbies.” 

“I hate you” you say while turning to a corner while he continuously teases you.

“You love me.”

Jun ho| ္ံံင်္

You and jun ho were going back home from a dinner with his mom. It was lovely, His mom definitely knows how to good very well.

“Well, how did you like it?” He says as soon as he settled into the car.

“It was good, I would enjoy visiting again. She cooks way better than you.” You say teasing him.

He makes a dramatic look like you had just betrayed him. “Oh yeah? Is that right? Hmm, Well excuse me” he says.

You then laugh while pulling your notebook out as he drives off.

A couple of minutes later, He then cuts of the silence as he notices you leaning your head outside the window, looking upward.

“What in the world are you doing Y/N” he says both laughing and confused and the same time while your writing.

You put your head back in the car and lean your head down in embarrassment.

He notices how embarrassed you are. “Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t meant it in a rude way, I was just genuinely curious.” he says as his face went too a serious look

You chuckle, “I know, but you will laugh if I tell you what I’m doing.

He then turns to you, smiling again. Then turns back to the road. “Oh yeah? Try me. I won’t laugh I promise.”

“Are you sure?”

“Mhm, If I had to guess I would think you were rating clouds scale from 1/10- Im just kidding, I know you wouldn’t be the one to do anything that odd. Yes I want to know, tell me.”

You lower your head, “You, uh..” 

He looks at you again confused, “I- what?” you look at him and avoid eye contact while speaking again due to your embarrassment. “Uh, you just said it.”

He then tries to hold in his laugh while nodding his head up and down as if it’s normal. 

The he laughed a bit quietly but he couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“Oh you’re mean” you say while crossing your arms over one another.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It’s just, I was just joking I didn’t know you would actually be doing that.”

He then glances at your notebook still wide open. “ Yup, I agree cloud 5 definitely has the most potential.”

“JUN HO” you say trying for him to quit teasing you.

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[ephemeralp1eces]

You Don’t Have to Choose if No One Makes You - Part XIV

Summary: You’re usually behind the scenes, amused, and relieved you aren’t in front of the camera during media filming days. Karma must be out to get you though, because this week the boys have to film a video with one of the crew members, and, against all odds - that crew member is you.

What to know: Lando x reader, Oscar x reader, light fluffy fun (lol), a filler episode if you will

wc; 6,500

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII | Part IX | Part X | Part XI | Part XII | Part XIII

It started with Charlotte, our social media manager, which meant it was going to be trouble.

“Hey,” she said, appearing out of nowhere like she always did when we were just relaxing. “I need you for a media shoot.”

I looked up from my laptop, skeptical. “Me?”

“Yeah. It’s random draw this weekend. Zak wanted to highlight some behind-the-scenes staff for the fan content rotation.”

Lando, lounging nearby with a packet of crisps, grinned. “You’ve been summoned.”

Oscar, not looking up from his phone, added, “It’s about time someone else gets dragged into these things.”

Charlotte waved a card. “It’s a ‘Who Knows Them Better?’ challenge. You’ll be the ‘mystery crew member.’ The fans’ll love it, seeing how well the drivers really know the people around them.”

Lando nudged Oscar. “You’re going down.”

Oscar deadpanned, “You still think I don’t know your coffee order.”

Charlotte continued. “You two are competing. She asks the questions. You write your guesses. Winner gets a prize. Loser gets a forfeit.”

“What’s the forfeit?” Lando asked.

Charlotte grinned too wide.

“…It’s going to be bad, isn’t it,” I muttered.

—

They set us up on the lawn behind the McLaren hospitality tent.

Three chairs. Two whiteboards. One crew member (me), now regretting her entire morning.

The rules were simple: I’d ask ten personal questions (basic stuff) and Lando and Oscar would each write their guesses. Most correct answers wins. The loser drinks a concoction the interns called “The Surprise Smoothie,” which smelled vaguely of mango, brine, and regret.

“What if I lose?” I asked.

Charlotte shrugged. “Then you get your dignity shredded on social media.”

“Excellent.”

Lando clapped once. “Let’s go.”

—

ROUND 1: What’s my go-to paddock breakfast?

Lando: Those weird overnight oats in the black container.

Oscar: Scrambled eggs and coffee.

Me: “Oscar’s right.”

Lando: “You literally had oats this morning!”

Me: “Because you made me try them.”

Oscar: “One-nil.”

—

ROUND 3: What’s my job title?

Lando: Trackside operations support

Oscar: Logistics manager?

Me: “Technically, Lando’s closer. Media strategy and team scheduling.”

Oscar: “It’s literally on your badge.”

Lando: “You’ve seen her badge?”

Oscar: “She gave me a lanyard once.”

Me: “Let’s stay focused.”

—

ROUND 5: Favorite driver growing up?

Oscar: Mark Webber

Lando: Alonso

Me: “Trick question. It was Jenson Button.”

Oscar: “British bias.”

Lando: “I should have known.”

—

ROUND 7: What’s the dumbest thing you’ve seen me do in the garage?

Oscar: Trip over a tyre and pretend it didn’t happen.

Lando: Walk into the halo bar. Twice.

Me: “They’re both true.”

Charlotte, off-camera: “That was the same day.”

Oscar: “Double points?”

—

ROUND 10: If I wasn’t working in F1, what would I be doing?

Oscar: Running something. Probably bossing someone around.

Lando: Project manager for some mysterious, intense operation. Possibly MI6.

Me: “Honestly? Equal points. Both scarily accurate.”

—

The final tally was 6-6. A draw.

Which meant both drivers had to drink The Smoothie.

Oscar sniffed his and grimaced. “Is that… celery?”

Lando took one sip, gagged, and doubled over laughing. “That’s cruel.”

“You bet your media points for this,” I reminded him.

“I have regrets,” he choked.

—

After the shoot, the three of us hung back on the grass, the camera team packing up around us.

“That was actually fun,” Oscar admitted, tossing his whiteboard into a pile.

“I’ll remember this when you’re forced to do a TikTok dance next time,” I said.

Lando flopped onto his back, hands behind his head. “You’re weirdly hard to read, you know.”

I blinked. “Excuse me?”

“You have all these routines, but then you’ll randomly organize a team dinner, or sneak snacks into the sim bay, or give out headache meds like you’re running a black-market pharmacy.”

Oscar added, “You’re basically the glue.”

“That’s not my job description,” I said, smiling.

“It’s your unofficial title,” Lando said, eyes closed, sunglasses slipping off his nose. “Head of keeping us functioning.”

Oscar nudged him. “That smoothie didn’t help your brain cells, did it?”

Lando sighed dramatically. “It hurts me.”

—

It was moments like today that made me realize how lucky I was. How fun it could be, just the three of us, hanging out and doing the most random things. Even if it was for a forced social media shoot, I still enjoyed it.

It gave me such a good feeling, warm, content. And yet fear lingered somewhere underneath. Fear that something might change.

All I could do was pray it never did.