#And I was having dinner with some people and they stayed over a while

[grapejuice32]

Linking Pinkies

Caleb x reader

warnings: none

word count: 973

a/n: linking pinkies is a childhood habit you and caleb haven’t been able to let go of

It’s a habit you’ve carried over from when you were kids, since childhood he’d been plagued with the idea of losing you or being without you, and it terrified him. Whenever you were going through crowds, he wanted to have a way to hold onto you. As you grew older, the crowds grew bigger, and it became harder to navigate through them. One night, you’d been trapped in a sea of people at some party or another and Caleb had wrapped his pinky around yours to hold onto you as he led you out of the crowd. From them on, linking pinkies had been something that you both instinctively did, whether it be at the dinner table when one of you’d had a hard day so you’d link your pinky fingers together under the table or you were lying next to each other in the grass looking at the stars his pinky finger wrapped around your own, it was an action that provided the both of you with an immediate sense of comfort and security. 

Years later, when the two of you had been reunited after the explosion, you didn’t want to be without him and he was just as bad, even going so far as to sleep in the same bed for the first few nights. It wasn’t a big deal to either of you, you’d grown up together and had shared a bed many times, or it shouldn’t have been a big deal, but suddenly it was. You didn’t know when your feelings towards him had started to change, or if they’d always been there and you were only now noticing them. But sharing a bed had changed something, and despite the two of you saying you’d only do it for the first few nights, you never ended up moving to the spare room. One night, you fell asleep waiting up for him and in turn forgot to put the pillow between the two of you like you’d started to do when you noticed your feelings. He came home late that night, something in the fleet having kept him busy for hours more than he'd intended. You woke up at some point in the night when you felt him stirring beside you. You went to rub your eyes, only to notice that he’d liked his pinky finger with yours, a sleepy smile spreading across your face, instantly recognising the gesture, ever when you were half asleep. Whether he’d done it on purpose or he’d done it in his sleep, you weren’t sure, so instead of dwelling on it, you just went back to sleep. 

Following that night, you hadn’t put the pillow back between the two of you, having slept much better with the comfort of his finger interlinked with your own. Before long, another night had washed up where he was going to be home much later than you’d intended, and you were determined to stay awake. You kept yourself occupied reading as you lay in, what you now assumed was your shared bed, when you heard the front door opening, you hurried to quietly act as if you’d been asleep for a while. You kept your breathing steady as you heard his loud footsteps come into the room, you kept up the illusion that you were sleeping, wanting to see what he would do. The bed sunk as he got into it beside you following getting out of his uniform, he tugged the bedsheets lightly and pulled them up over his body. You fought not to let your breath hitch as he moved closer to you, and you felt his lips press against your forehead after he brushed some of your hair out of the way. His hand slid off of your face as he settled down next to you, his head falling back into the plush pillows. The sound of the sheets rustling was loud as he moved to link your pinky finger in his own, you swallowed thickly, trying to keep your breathing even as he stopped moving. 

When his breathing evened out, you released a log exhale and opened your eyes, unable to fight the smile that pulled at your lips, flicking your gaze to his face. You kept your eyes on him, taking in the curvature of his face only to jump when he spoke, “I knew you weren’t sleeping.” 

“I don’t-I just woke up,” you countered unconvincingly, your cheeks immediately heating up. 

He opened his eyes, turning his head your way, “Nope, you usually sleep with your mouth open a bit.” You opened your mouth to argue with him, but he didn’t let you interrupt him, “It’s true! You’ve always done it, for as long as I’ve known you.” You looked down at where your hands were connected under the sheets and shuffled slightly closer to him.

“Caleb, I um,” you sighed, not sure how to voice what you wanted to say. 

“Go to sleep,” he said softly, “we’ll talk about it in the morning.” 

You cleared your throat, “But I um-“ He shook his head. 

“I know what you wanna say, but I want to do it properly, okay? We’ll talk about it in the morning.” He smiled and pulled your hand to rest on his warm chest. You licked your lips and nodded before inhaling sharply. Swallowing thickly, you removed your hand from his and moved to tuck yourself in his side, your head resting on his shoulder, causing him to wrap his arm around you. You placed one of your hands on his chest, his free one meeting it to link your pinkies together. His thumb ran back and forth on your waist gently as he soothed you to sleep, his heart thumping at the way you were laying with him, excited for the morning and what would come from it. 

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[escapingmytrauma]

Bluelock Medic 1.0

 RIN ITOSHI’S ROUTE  

WC: 1.6K  

CW/TW: None.  

A/N: Make sure to read all the way through, there is a poll at the end of the chapter. You choose how the story proceeds.  

PROLOGUE: HERE

Thankfully dinner was not all that bad and you ended up getting to know a good amount of the players from bluelock. After you clean up your area, you decide to go check out the field to relax before going to bed. As you walk into the field you notice Rin on the field practicing his shooting. You sit down on the corner and watch as he is shooting his goals. Rin throws you a quick glance but goes back to shooting some goals.  

After a little while is when you notice it. His shooting is getting a little weaker. Maybe it’s the fact he was tired, but your mind is telling you otherwise. You decide to play closer attention and that’s when you notice it.  

His thigh.... It’s tense... as if it’s overused.  

“Hey Rin, your thigh is tense. That’s why your kicks are getting weaker,” you explain. He shoots a small glare and walks over to you.  

“It’s nothing, I can handle it,” he bites back. You sigh softly as you stand up and cross your arms.  

“Okay, well, don’t get mad at me when you overuse it more without massaging it and then pull a hamstring.” Rin stays quiet and then plops down.  

“You’re going to fix it?” 

“I can’t really fix an overused muscle; however, I can stretch it out and massage out the knots and tensity,” you offer. You walk over and gently push his shoulder to lie down. Surprisingly, he listens and lies down.  

Wow! So, the aloof can follow directions.  

“This might hurt, so just do your best to not flail around,” you say. You go over to his leg and pull it out. You start lifting his leg and stretch it out first.  

“Okay, you can put your leg down,” you state. He pulls his leg down but somehow hiw cleat getting caught into the hems of your shirt; unfortunately, Rin thought nothing of it and pulled much harder on his leg causing your shirt to rip.  

The sound of the rip echoes throughout the field, followed by a complete silence. Rin looks over and sees your shirt torn, but then quickly looks away. You look down and realize a good portion of your abdomen could be seen because of the rip. You chuckle softly and then look back at Rin who is still looking away.  

Is he.... embarrassed?  

“It’s okay Rin, it was an old shirt anyways,” you shrug it off and then get on your knees and straddle over one of his legs. He quickly looks back at you. “Relax Rin, I gotta massage your thigh and this is the best way I can get the knots out, I’m sorry.”  

He stays quiet but doesn’t protest. You slowly touch around his thigh to try to feel the knots or tensirty of his muscles. After having a good feel around you find three knots to massage. 

“Rin, I have to massage the knots out, but once they’re out, we’re done.” You bring your hands down and push your thumbs and do a circular motion to loosen the knot first. Rin tenses beneath you doing his best to not show any difference, but you noticed it.  

“You know, you don’t have to be so serious. Many people squirm while getting their knots massaged out, but it’s because it feels uncomrotable for a bit,” you explain. Rin looks at you and then narrows his eyes.  

“This isn’t a game for me, this is bluelock and I’m going to be the best striker in the world; that way I can finally beat my brother,” he explains. You pause momentarily unsure of how to respond to that.  

I know it probably drives him to have a stronger ego, but at the same time I also believe that someone should be doing something for themselves, not so they can prove to someone else that they’re better or capable.  

“You’re right, it’s not a game. I’m not going to meddle cause it’s not my place, but just remember, your life is not a game either,” you finish. 

The next 10 minutes are spent in silence as you rub out the knots, as you’re done you get up and bid Rin a goodnight.  

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The next morning, you’re out on the field with your first aid kit. You watch as all the players pile in for endurance training today. You’re watching from the entrance of the hallway making sure you’re keeping a close eye on the players’ legs specifically.  

Most common injuries from soccer are hamstring, ankle, and knee. So got to make sure I’m paying attention to the form on their legs.  

Everyone is taking turns shooting goals against the robotic goalkeeper. Rin comes up and shoots a goal. You smile to yourself noticing his leg already seems much better. You look at Rin and notice he is looking at you. You give a small nod and he pulls his gaze away from you.   

The rest of endurance training goes by smoothly and you’re in the cafeteria having some dinner you made. You’re reading a book on anatomy to better understand the leg muscles to help yourself understand hwo the players could get injured without realizing it. You take a bite of your food and three guys come walking in. You look up and see Sae, Kaiser, and Prince. Youo had recognized them because Ego had mentioned something at the training about them arriving with their weird little icons on the screen.  

Oh boy.  

“Do you know where Ego is?’ Kaiser asks as they walk up to you.  

“Yeah in his office,” you respond.  

“We know that, but where is his office?’ Sae asks this time. You take one more bite of your food and gesture for them to follow you. They follow behind you as Kaiser and Prince are chatting with one another.  

“You’re not Anri, Anri has red hair from what I remember... so who are you?” Sae asks. Both Kaiser and Prince fall silent and you can feel all three pairs of eyes on you.  

“I’m the medic or athletic trainer, whatever you want to call it because I suppose I’m a mix of both.”  

As you continue to walk to Ego’s office y’all end up passing Rin on the way who is staring at his brother. He puts his hand on your shoulder.  

“I need your help tonight, so stop by my room...” he says and then continues walking.  

I guess his thigh is tense again.  

You continue to walk and then Prince speaks up, “So you’re just at their beck and call?”  

“Yep, that’s how it works,” you respond. You can hear Prince hum lowly in response. Y’all finally pull up to Ego’s office.  

“This is it, bye.” You don’t bother for more formality and walk past them the opposite way. 

 Before you get even a step in, Sae stops you, “You sure you’re just the medic?” He asks. Kaiser and Prince behind look at you as well expecting an answer.  

Stupid question really.  

“Yes, I’m more than sure I’m just the medic,” you respond with a smile and then walk off again. You’re walking now walking back to the cafeteria to finish up your food and as you get there you see Bachira eating it.  

Man, I know better than to leave food unattended with guys around. Freaking garbage disposals eat everything.  

“Was it good?” You ask as you grab your drink over Bachira.  

“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself, it looked so good. Yes, it was super good,” he responds with a cheeky smile of his.  

You smile yourself because you can’t find it in yourself to be mad at someone who enjoyed your food. “Good, clean up after yourself, I’m going back to my room,” you finish. You walk out of the cafeteria with the book in your hand. As you’re walking back to the room, your phone gets a message.  

Room. Now. My leg hurts.  

- Rin  

You hum to yourself and wonder if you have time for a quick shower.  You decide against it and go over to the room Rin is in. You pass the cafeteria and then make your way to his room. Before you can even open the door, Rin opens it; grabbing your arm he oulls you to the lifting room.  

“Rin, what is going on?” You ask as he closes the door to the lifting room.  

“My leg hurts, remember?” He asks. He was obviously very serious about and wanted something done about it. You hum in response and gesture for him to lay down. He does so without any complaints.  

“Okay what part on your leg hurts?” You ask. Rin shrugged and looked up at you.  

“It hurts everywhere, of course,” he responds.  

Is he a child?  

“Ah I see, okay well let me see what I can do,” you respond and slowly stretch out his leg and start feeling around his leg for knots. After a little bit you don’t feel anything and you stand up. “Rin, I’m not feeling any knots or tensity.... are you sure you’re just not sore?” You ask.  

Rin huffs and almost crosses his arms but manages to keep them at his side. “I’m not stupid,” he responds and stands up.  

“I didn’t say you were, I’m just making sure,” you state as you stand up. He looks at you for a good second and then opens his mouth to speak, but ends up holding back. “Just say what you need to say, Rin.” 

“I’m the best player right?” His gaze suddenly focuses on you intently waiting for a response.  

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Rolls up sleeves. Okay. Picture this with me.

Barty Crouch Jr. craves validation. It’s not something he’s proud of or that he would openly admit. But every time he comes home he’s hoping this is the time his father is going to take an interest. Take notice. This particular time, he’s got twelve fucking owls that he’s worked hard for, partially for a bet, but he’s so sure his dad is going to do something. A pat on the back. A “good job” son. A fucking smile. Anything. But he gets nothing.

Cut to spending a week at the Blacks over summer.

He’s at dinner, it’s a relatively quiet affair and out of nowhere Orion Black looks over to him and says, “I’m on the Hogwarts Board of Governors, you know.”

Barty blinks at him, unsure where this is going, but Orion has this look in his eye. The one he’s been longing for, craving for as long as he can remember.

“You’ve garnered quite the attention, Bartemius.” Orion says letting out a low whistle, “Twelve owls. However did you manage it?”

Barty blushes under the weight of Orion’s undivided attention, something he’s never seen before from any man and Orion listens avidly as he explains how difficult it was and how it required a lot of hard work and study.

That it was a culmination of efforts from his peers.

Evan who came down from the kitchens with tea or coffee and a bite to eat when he had forgotten dinner.

Severus who brewed pepper up potions to help him stay awake—debating effects of measurements and alternative ingredients/methods.

Regulus who helped him with his wand work—encouraging him to keep trying until he got it right.

Pandora who aided him with finding his center and his inner eye.

Dorcas, angel that she was, demanding he get some rest but promising to wake him early so he wouldn’t lose too much time, and all the others who aided his efforts because despite it being a bet—they all truly wanted to see him succeed.

Orion sits from the head of the table next to him, drinking in his every word and nodding along appropriately, and Barty has never felt so seen by an adult.

When he’s done, Orion pats his lips with the linen cloth next to him and takes a drink from the crystal glass to his left.

“Brilliant,” He says, “Absolutely brilliant. Utilizing the resources at your disposal to achieve your goals. A collaboration of minds and effort toward a nearly impossible feat. The ambition you have—it’s truly enviable. You’ve done very well for yourself this year, and I would encourage you to continue to down this path of excellence. I see great things for you in your future.”

A scoff bubbles from across the table and suddenly Orion’s sparkling silver eyes narrow, hardening over to a dull gray as he fixes his gaze on Sirius.

“You would do well to take notes, Sirius.” Orion chastises.

Barty has never cared for Sirius. Despite his regrettably attractive appearance, Sirius has always been too vociferous, too careless—especially with the people he claims to love—lacking tact and any real sense of preservation for himself or for others.

So, the dig is a delicious cherry that Barty savors as Sirius scowls at him from across the table.

Every summer after that, Barty no longer seeks the validation from his father—he’s realized he’s never going to get it and while the rejection still stings, Orion’s praise is a balm—soothing the ache left behind.

He’s graduated—top marks, higher even than Regulus, and when he arrives at Grimmauld Place he aims to capture that—now—familiar look of approval—acceptance.

He’s grown greedy for it—desperate for it, after years of being without it he needs the validation and Orion looks over his papers, reading with careful diligence the notes left behind from the professors along with their letters of recommendations and when Orion finally lifts his head, he rakes his eyes over Barty—inspecting him as carefully as the parchment in his hands.

There’s a heat to his gaze and Barty can’t help but nervously lick his lips as he waits for Orion to speak.

And when Orion finally parts his lips, the two simple words leave Barty shaking and incredibly, unexpectedly aroused.

Good boy.

first of all, beautiful writing, loved it, 10/10. people come back and grace my inbox

ahhh, so it's his daddy issues. okay, i see it. i, too, would fold.

damn i–

shit man im kinda into it now. fuck.

now i have to ask, how did you even get into it. like, did you read a fic? was it your own brain? and does it have a ship name? the questions are ever flowing.

[lllivia]

Dating Lottie Matthews

warnings: precrash!Lottie, fluff, nsfw (under cut), sub!top!Lottie

❃ you meet Lottie at a party after you notice her smoking alone on a balcony "what kinda girl stands all alone at a houseparty?"

❃ she furrows her eyebrow and looks down at you smiling. "I guess I just couldn't handle all of the sweaty drunk people inside"

❃ you spend the rest of your night together just talking about everything I guess. It was almost like you'd known eachother forever.

❃ writing your number on the back of her hand you say goodbye at the end of the night - her adorable face pouting when she realizes you actually have to part ways (she could talk to you for days on end).

❃ she has to refrain from calling you as soon as she wakes up the next morning, it was lonely living in such a big mansion - basically by herself at that.

❃ trying to be cool about it she goes to wait a few hours before reaching out. And being the clumsy girl that she is, she doesn't think about the ink on her arm before stepping into her shower and accidentally scrubbing it off.

❃ Her expression when she realizes what she had just done turning into pure horror and despair - what the fuck was she supposed to do now?? In all of the hours of chatting she never even managed to catch your name.

❃ you don't meet again until a couple months later at another party. Lottie spots you as she walks in with some of the yellowjackets team, her eyes immediately going wide before she rushes over to where you're sitting on a couch just looking around at the other partygoers.

❃ "it's you!" the smile on her face is as wide as it's ever been but she tries containing some of the excitement as to not scare you off.

❃ Little does she know you're just as excited to see her. "what happened to calling me?" You tease slightly.

❃ well she finally called you the next day. And she kept calling every night after that - spending hours talking to you as she twirled her hair and kicked her feet in the air.

❃ God she could already feel a huge crush developing, and it only continued to worsen the more you hung out. Cute picnics in the park, dinner "dates" (where she ALWAYS insisted on paying - going as far as getting slightly heated if you argued) and dancing in hidden jazz clubs were all things that started being a regular for your weekend.

❃ you were actually the one to kiss her when it finally happened. It was one of your usual friday nights in her huge mansion and you were sitting at her dining table after she had insisted that she wanted to cook you dinner.

❃ you get caught up in the moment, Lottie twirling around and singing to herself (and you) while she stirred the tomato soup was an intoxicating sight - so no one could really blame you when you suddenly stood up on your tippytoes to softly lay a kiss on her lips.

❃ she had never reacted to something as quickly in her life, her arms immediately wrapping firmly around your waist as she kissed you back with passion and pure need.

❃ at that moment she decided you were the best thing in her life - and she intended to keep it that way until she was old and grey.

❃ the next party you go to together, but you try not to be too obvious because you never know who you can trust. Welllll - scratch that, because you get caught by Jackie making out in a bedroom.

❃ she slowly starts introducing you as her girlfriend to the girls on the team - puffing her chest out with proudness when Van says you seem perfect together.

❃ staying over at her place everytime she feels the weight of her parents not being present, or when the shame of her meds start going to her head making her paranoid and insecure. But you always reassure her that you would stay with her through it all - the good and the bad.

❃ her favorite thing ever is the moments you spend alone together, specifically late nights where you lay in her bed together and just talk like you did the first night you met while some insignificant 80s romcom plays in the background.

❃ her new winning signature when the yellowjackets win becoming secretly winking at you - making all the guys (and girls) think that she wants them, even though she would only ever look at you. Also stealing an extra heated kiss before every game for "good luck".

❃ treats you like a queen and does anything to keep a smile on your face (she literally buys you a weekend trip to Paris for your 6 month anniversary.. So yeah, she's that extra).

— nsfw —

❃ a week after your first kiss she wakes up sweating and panting from an intense wet dream. It was insane that you could basically reduce her to a 12 year old hormone driven boy.

❃ she can't sleep after that, just lazily rubbing her cunt while she looks at a polaroid she took of you. Oof, that dream was something else.

❃ the next day she's slightly ashamed to look you in the eye when you meet up, because she can't stop thinking about the dream (your naked body spread open under her while you're begging for her touch..).

❃ you end up asking her if she's alright when she won't stop staring and fidgeting. Her adorable ass immediately telling you what she was thinking about - desperately asking for your forgiveness like she'd committed some kind of horrible crime.

❃ you can't help but giggle right in her face, how could she be so cute and dumb at the same time? Anyways, after the giggles die down you lose some of your confidence and turn more shy. "We can.. Yk, reenact the dream or whatever.. if you'd like"

❃ the way her jaw drops onto the floor is hilarious - well you don't have to ask her twice. She immediately gets to work peeling your (and her) clothes off.

❃ the experience was about 1000 times better than her dream. The way you pleaded and rode her fingers could make her shiver just thinking back at the moment even months later.

❃ she can get pretty desperate sometimes. Occasionally when you're busy doing something - like homework (working on becoming an academic weapon) she would basically come crawling up to you just begging for you to give in. "Please y/n, just let me eat you out... You can even continue doing homework at the same time!" ...Safe to say your journey towards being a grade A student was hard when Lottie's alluring presence kept distracting you.

❃ certified fucking munch, that's all I have to say. Ask her to go down on you and she's jumping for joy - practically doing backflips and salivating.

❃ lowkey has a worshiping kink. She loves treating you like a goddess (we all know where she has that from) while she licks every crevice of your body. She's a goddamn freak.

❃ getting caught once by Shauna while Lottie's riding your face. Safe to say you got your own entry in her journal (she's literally traumatized... But also lowkey curious).

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a/n: Ahhh someone already requested a part 2 for the Nat headcanons - so lmk here too if y'all want more of Lottie 🙏

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[cheriladycl01]

The Rookie Prodigy - Carlos Sainz x Driver! Reader Part 9

Plot: You are a rookie coming into the 2022 season of Formula One into Alfa Romeo with team member Zhou Guanyu, being in a mid tier team can you help them rise up the ranks. What pressures occur for the only rookies within the 2022 line up!

Guys i feel like i have so many series out, i forget so easily the plots and stuff so going back and reading 8 parts takes a while so sorry that these are pretty slow! But hopefully i have more time now!

You and Carlos didn't really talk about you staying with him and no-one else found out. You remained in his home, which was awkward for him to explain why there was a girl staying with them, a driver no less.

But once he'd explained what happened to your home and how you felt you were met with open arms, particularly by his dad who seemed more than happy to have you around as he was able to talk to you openly about rally and how he was looking to participate again.

It was a very long week where you didn't leave the house at all. You remained tucked away until you met Zhou for the drive to the track. All of the team was fussing over you and you didnt know why.

"Oh my gosh Y/N? Are you alright?"

"It cant have been easy, i dont know how you're staying so strong!"

"These fans are crazy, but you should have told us. We'd have stayed with you! Cant believe you were alone!"

"Wait, whats happened?" you ask looking at all of them.

"We've seen the article about your house being broken into. Says it happened twice! Your dad was there the second time!" she says and you can feel your heart sink. You'd turned your phone off as it was relentless with every app whether it was comments or tags people were blowing up your phone with notifications.

"Wait my dad was there? I only knew about the first time is he okay?" you ask the social media manager who starts to pull up articles as you try to turn your phone on with shaky hands.

"I'm not sure it says it's suggested he's in critical condition" she explains but the words seem to blur as the apple logo comes onto your screen showing you that your phone is rebooting. You turn away as the team member is mid sentence, walking off somewhere round the back the try and calm down, looking through your phone.

You put your phone straight into do not disturb and go straight to the messages seeing both your parents and some friends have in fact messaged you about what happened.

Your fingers fumble, trying hard to get to the correct app as quickly as possible rather than flicking through random apps due to your brain just melting on the spot. You keep your head clear enough to get you to Whattsap, seeing many messages from friends and family. Even some of the drivers had messaged to make sure you were okay.

Lewis was one of them.

You swiftly reply to everyone assuring them you are okay, whilst having phoned your mum to see how your dad was. He had a bruise on his face, clearly he had put up a fight protecting your property which made tears brim your eyes.

"Dad, I'm so sorry" you say looking over him, stiff as a board despite the smile living his face.

"It's okay, honestly it isn't as bad as it looks, i didn't even have to go to the hospital. They pretty much left the minute they realised the place wasn't abandoned and decided today wasnt the day to risk getting caught" he explains and you're happy to feel some relief that it wasn't as bad as the article had let on, saying 'he could be in critical condition but family has yet to speak out.

She couldn't fathom why people were so interested in her life that it went as far as to extend to her parents and how they were and what they were doing.

Seeing your dad sat with a huge plate of dinner, your mum waiting on his hand and food referring to him as the brave hero whenever he asked her for something. Which she was right, he was a lot braver than her having stayed the house to watch over it.

Your dad, being your dad, said not to worry about all of this and too just focus on the race ahead which was the most important thing for the weekend. The police were doing everything they could to make sure the house was safe going forward. You just had to have faith and get focused.

Which when Zhou rounded the corner, he was shocked to see that split second decision to cross your face, a sad overwhelmed anxiety ridden girl had turned into a feirce and focused lady.

He was impressed with how quickly he'd seen that change occur.

"Y/N?"

"Zhou?" you ask turning round to see your racing partner.

"I saw the articles, is everyone okay?" he asks coming up to you.

"I just got off the phone with my dad, he's okay. But i was just really worried" you explain, a sigh of relief leaving the both of you.

"That's good, and atleast the police seem to be taking it seriously. Do you recon you'll go back before Monaco?" he asks looking over you, holding onto your wrist to make sure everything is okay.

"No, i cant even look at my place" you sigh.

"Well, I'm getting a hotel so you can stay with me. I don't mind, we're used to it anyway!" he offers and you smile, thankful to have Zhou as a close friend.

"Yeah, i think that would be good. I would see if i could stay with Lewis or Max but ... i don't want anymore trouble than one photo, one interaction has already caused me" you explain looking at him, he guides you back to the Alfa Romeo unit, walking into the hospitality as you guys continue to talk about everything that has happened.

"Yeah can we have 2 of the super smoothies please?" he asks politely before getting straight back into conversation with you. "So this has all happened because one picture came out about an interaction between you and Lewis in the paddock?" he asks in disbelief.

"Where have you stayed since Miami" Zhou asks.

"Erm, well i actually stayed with Carlos for a bit, i didn't want to risk staying with my parents incase that got them involved or doxxed" you offer to Zhou whose eyes widen in shock.

"You're playing a dangerous game Y/N! The whole reason you ended up in this mess in the first place because you were seen with a male driver!" Zhou says softly taking your arm as the concered friend he is. You couldn't understand the difference between yours and Zhou's friendship vs you and Lewis or you and Carlos.

"Why don't they hate me talking to you then?" you push, crossing your arms over one another.

"Well, i don't have many crazy fans, but Lewis and Carlos do... thats where it comes from!" he explains and you take a seat slumping into it.

Why'd life off the track have to be so exhausting.

"I don't know how much longer i can deal with this Zhou" you sigh, looking up and thanking the girl who'd brought over your drinks.

"You can, and i promise you it will get easier!" he smiles.

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takes&temptation a fated love - part i

summary: Notting Hill meets Pretty Woman. Behind the scenes of Gladiator II, Pedro meets Chiara—a stunning, seductive singer who seems determined to charm the Chilean actor. He feels trapped and enchanted but resists. Chiara has the carefree soul of a young woman, vibrant and full of life. Pedro longs for something deeper—he wants love. In his attempt to escape her snare, Chiara ends up falling into Pedro’s trap instead. warnings: age gap (ñom), smut, dry humping, oral (m. receiving), lots lots of smut, seductive woman, cute pedro word count: i have no idea, hopefully a lot. side note: Another story about our dear Pedrito because I am completely obsessed with him! This might actually be the first story I ever wrote about him, and I never had the courage to post it. My biggest one is ‘Domina’ on AO3 (shamefully unfinished, but I plan to complete it!), and I’m thinking of posting it here too. Please, PLEASE, comment and reblog if you’re enjoying it, okay? I’m begging you from the bottom of my heart! This story is meant to be a romance with a touch of drama and some comedy, but let’s focus on the romance—and lots of steam, alright? That’s what I promise! Enjoy!

May 2023 - Ouarzazate, Morocco.

The Moroccan restaurant had a magical atmosphere that night, glowing with golden lanterns and perfumed by spices that seemed to dance in the air. It was the cast’s first dinner to celebrate the start of filming. The long table where the crew gathered was a whirlwind of laughter and easy conversation—some meeting for the first time, others reuniting with old friends and rekindling bonds.

Chiara’s flowing black dress moved with hypnotic grace, while the scent of her perfume—a subtle mix of jasmine and amber—gently overpowered the spices. Everywhere she went, she drew stares—from the hotel concierge where she was staying to the electrician fixing the power box next door.

Chiara was used to the attention. She credited her family for it, always in the media spotlight. But it was more than that. She had something magnetic—not just a pretty face and perfect curves. When she entered a room, the air shifted. Everyone felt it. She was like an eclipse of long black hair: impossible to ignore, impossible to forget.

A mix of innocence and sensuality, a living contradiction. The way she bit her lip, her whispered laugh, the gaze that seemed lost yet calculated. She made you want to protect her and desire her at the same time. Deadly charm.

Olive-toned skin, sleek black hair, tired catlike eyes, and lips painted in a natural pink that screamed come here, but tread carefully. The perfect Italian beauty, despite her mixed heritage—an Italian father, German mother, born in England, and raised partly in the U.S. Chiara was old Hollywood glamour with a touch of sweet chaos.

But what made her truly magnetic wasn’t something you could see at first glance. It was the raw vulnerability draped over sculpted legs, wrapped in satin and high heels. The mystery of someone who smiled with her whole body but carried a world of pain on her shoulders. That made her not just desirable, but unforgettable. People said she was like a walking spell, enchanting everyone—men, women, children, even cats and dogs.

A new Marilyn, a modern Cleopatra, she carried an ancient mystery, a natural power.

Director Scott was the first to stand when she arrived, followed by Gregson, the film’s music director. Both flashed warm smiles as they approached.

"Chiara!" Scott exclaimed with his trademark enthusiasm. "Perfect timing. We were just talking about you!"

She smiled graciously, greeting him with two kisses on the cheek. "It’s an honor to be here. Thank you—both of you—for the invitation."

"Chiara," Gregson-Williams cut in, shaking her hand politely, "I can’t wait to see how you capture this story’s essence in your music. I’ve told you before, but I’ll say it again—I’m a fan of your artistry."

Chiara was everything a girl dreamed of being: a successful singer, actress, and a top-tier supermodel. She carried the nepo baby label in most fields, but music was hers alone. Her father had been one of the world’s greatest designers, his name tied to one of fashion’s most prestigious houses. Her mother? One of the top supermodels of the ’80s, daughter of a Hollywood legend. Let them say her acting awards came from her grandmother’s influence. Let them say her modeling status was handed to her by her parents. She didn’t care—because music was hers. Her greatest talent, her pride.

"I want to soak it all up like a little sponge," she replied with a soft laugh. "The setting, the cast’s energy—everything."

They exchanged a few more pleasantries as Scott guided her to her seat. The table was split between those watching her and those lost in their own conversations. "Come on, let me introduce you to everyone. They’re already charmed, but I want you to really meet them."

She followed with effortless elegance, greeting each person with an easy smile and natural charisma. When she reached the end of the table, Pedro was there, watching her with his usual warmth—and a hint of curiosity even he didn’t notice.

He wouldn’t blame the wine glasses piling up—foolish not to admit the girl was a living goddess. This wasn’t their first meeting, and Pedro had to admit, Chiara amused him.

"Hope you don’t mind sharing the table with me," Chiara said, her voice sweet and slightly raspy, as she sat beside him.

"Not at all," Pedro replied, taking her hand and kissing it with polite chivalry. He was a lord, and Chiara loved that about him. "You’re here to compose the soul of this film, right? Scott already told us you’ve got an all-access pass."

To your trailer too? she thought.

Chiara laughed quietly at her own thoughts, leaning slightly toward him. "Well, I’ll try not to disappoint. But fair warning—my inspiration depends on the vibe around me. But you know you inspire me, don’t you?"

Pedro smirked, recognizing the flirtation, but deflected with his usual lightness. "If you’re here to compose something epic, you picked the right group. But watch out—Gregson’s demanding."

"I’ve done my homework on him."

"You’ve worked with him before?"

"No, but I’ve worked with Hans. Gregson can’t be worse," she shot back, and they both laughed.

Pedro had never shared more than brief exchanges with Chiara, always keeping things polite because he found her brand of seduction dangerous—even if he thought she was fun. Chiara was a heartbreak waiting to happen, he’d always thought. And while she never outright said she was interested, she might as well have carried a giant sign announcing it.

And Pedro considered himself a man who loved deeply, and Chiara was a woman who lived wildly. There was nothing wrong with her choices, but he was tired of bruised hearts. And that night, at that dinner, he finally understood the danger of her allure—why everyone called her divine.

This woman is a sorceress, he thought.

"You know," Pedro began, curious, "it’s rare to find someone who really gets these complexities. Especially someone not from South America."

Oh, they were talking about politcs.

Chiara gave a faint smile, tracing the rim of her wineglass. "Looks can be deceiving. I grew up privileged, sure, but with parents who believed in class consciousness. My dad was a famous designer, but he started with two meters of black silk, a borrowed sewing machine, and sleeping on a distant relative’s floor. Some days, his only meal was half a loaf of bread and a glass of milk—saving the rest for tomorrow. To him, art only mattered if it served something greater."

"Interesting," Pedro said, raising a brow. "So why the interest in my country?"

Chiara smiled, gesturing for him to lean in as if sharing a shocking secret. Hesitant, Pedro obliged.

"I have a major in Latin American history and politics," she whispered in his ear, and they both laughed.

"Fascinating," he murmured, more to himself—but she heard.

"What?"

"Nothing. Just… not fashion or art history? Feels more like a rich girl thing."

Chiara ignored the jab and shook her head. "Do I seem like a woman who does the obvious?"

"No. Nothing about you is obvious."

"South America carries scars from a bloody, unequal past. And Chile… well, the rise of totalitarianism fascinates me, especially since we’re almost reliving it now. The birth of any dictatorship intrigues me—the context that allows extremism to take root. After Pinochet, neoliberal reforms turned Chile into an economic experiment. Many call it a success story, but the inequality is still glaring."

Pedro leaned in, surprised.

"Exactly," he agreed, his tone more intense but controlled. "And the resistance. The 2019 social uprising was a revolution in itself. Seeing the youth demand a new constitution… That’s power. A scream of enough. And honestly, the world should be watching."

Pedro smiled, fascinated.

"Most people in your position ignore these topics," he murmured.

Chiara shook her head, avoiding his gaze as she sipped her wine. "It’s easy, isn’t it? Pretending everything’s fine when you’re on top."

Pedro stayed quiet.

"I’d rather be informed," she said calmly. "I can’t change where I come from, but I can change how I use it. That’s why I weave politics into my art. It’s my way of contributing—giving voice to those who don’t have one."

Pedro held her gaze longer than he meant to, catching the fire in her eyes. He knew Chiara was beautiful, but in that moment, he saw something more.

"You’re full of surprises, Chiara Marcheti," he finally said, his smile a mix of admiration and curiosity.

"And you haven’t seen anything yet, Pedro Pascal," she replied, a teasing glint in her eyes as she raised her glass to her lips.

"How long will you be staying with us?"

"As long as you want me. I’ll be yours."

Definitely a dangerous woman.

Pedro leaned slightly over the table, his eyes glinting with humor and seriousness. "You’re beautiful, smart, talented," he said, low enough for only her to hear. "But you know… I’ve known you were trying to seduce me since the day we met."

Chiara arched a brow, a smirk playing on her lips. "Well," she replied without hesitation, "I won’t deny that. I’ve always wanted you, Pedro. Long before Omar’s birthday party."

Pedro kept his eyes on hers, his smirk softening as he weighed his response. "And you’re not subtle," he teased.

"I don’t have time for subtlety, Pedro."

"Then what do you have time for?"

"Living!" she exclaimed passionately.

Pedro chuckled and nodded.

"I’m a man who loves, Chiara. Who needs to love. And you… You’re a woman who lives. How could I keep up with that? Where would we even meet?"

He wasn’t foolish enough to deny it—he was more tempted than ever. And the scent of her perfume this close, mixed with the rasp of her voice and those sharp words, was lethal. Chiara was a lethal woman!

Chiara tilted closer, her expression disarmingly curious. "And why do you think I don't want love too?"

He hesitated. For a moment, words failed him. He studied her, as if searching for something beyond what stood in front of him, but all he found was sincerity.

This couldn’t be serious, could it? She was Chiara. Chiara Marcheti. The Chiara Marcheti. No matter how much he’d built his name in the industry, she was royalty. The royalty. And young—much younger than him. Twenty years younger. Did she really want something with him, or was this just a game? A distraction?

Pedro felt too old for games.

Chiara smiled, using the pause to lean in even further, close enough that only he could hear. "But would living really be so bad?"

Pedro stayed silent, his eyes locked on hers, searching for an answer that wouldn’t come. The energy between them hummed, intense and inescapable.

"Sometimes," she continued, finding an undone button on his linen shirt to play with, her voice barely a whisper, "loving and living can be the same thing. Just one letter apart. A single letter. Ever think about that?"

He exhaled sharply, mesmerized. She had him—hooked, stolen. A near-invisible smile betrayed the impact of her words. "Maybe you’re right," he murmured, more to himself than to her.

Then Chiara trailed her finger down Pedro’s arm, resting on the table, and whispered: "I could show you how good living can be."

Pedro dipped his head closer to hers and murmured back:

"Oh, I could show you how good living can be too, girl. You’ve got your tricks, but I’ve got mine."

She laughed under her breath.

"Tricks?"

"Tricks. And you’re getting me worked up just circling my arm with this finger of yours. You’re the whole trick, girl."

[changingplumbob]

Day Seventeen - Luther Group 2/2

Kristina is happy to find that the date is in a small park. What's better than fresh air and flowers after all?

Deanna: When you were a kid did you enjoy school?

Kristina: I was homeschooled, so it was more like lessons in between helping Mama in the nursery or running around with my brothers

Deanna: I'm sorry, homeschooling didn't even occur to me! Was it hard?

Kristina: Not at all, I loved it—learning felt like part of life, not something separate.

Deanna: When you were little did you have a dream job?

Kristina: Not technically a job, but I wanted to be a pirate. Sailing the seas, finding treasure, and having wild adventures

Deanna: Shut up!

Kristina: Is that bad?

Deanna: No I just mean- I wanted to be a pirate!

Kristina: Wait, what?! You too? We'd have made quite the crew!

Deanna: Absolutely! No treasure would have been safe! Did you make the hats-

Kristina: -with newspaper! You cant be a real pirate without a cool hat

Deanna: Did you get up to much trouble as a kid then?

Kristina: Okay, so one time my brothers and I decided to camp out in the backyard. We built a tent from an old tarp and I convinced them there were wolves nearby

Deanna: *laughing* I think I can guess where this is going

Kristina: *laughing* By midnight, they were all back inside, huddled on the living room floor with popcorn. Mama still teases them about it

After the date we head back to the villa where it is once again skill time! Will contestants focus on short term needs or play the long game with their study choices?

Kay and Nephinae decide to twin and both work on sharpening their logic skill. Alaina, still not amused with the days challenge, unwinds with some video games. Abby takes some time with the mirror to work on her awkwardness, boost to charisma here we come! Nathalie studies some comedy to try and win over her fellow contestants while Kristina looks to work on her fitness.

While contestants are busy Deanna works on grilling a treat for dinner. Time to see how she felt the date went.

Devin: What's that? Chicken?

Deanna: Yep. Don't worry there's a meat thermometer here, no one will get food poisoning from me

Devin: You know what I'm going to ask

Deanna: *smiles* The date was good. I blew Kristina a kiss and thought that was a mistake because she got up and seemed to talk to friends that were not there? But they clearly said good things about me because she ended up blowing a kiss back. I'm smitten for sure

Devin (voiceover): How do you think it went?

Kristina (voiceover): Very well *smiles* I'm smitten with my fellow childhood pirate. Did you see she blew me a kiss twice?

Rather than heading to the dinning room for dinner contestants are asked to put on their active clothes and head out. They arrive at the local spa where they are greeted by Deanna and... someone else.

Deanna: Thanks for coming everyone. I know that this round must have been stressful. Meeting new people, competing, trying to decide if I'm worth staying for. That's why we're here with my best friend Reece, this guy. He is an outdoors loving genius with a desire to spread zen so he's going to lead us through a guided meditation

Reece: Hello. I look forward to meeting you all properly later. For now follow me to the meditation garden. It's outside but in the shade so we won't need to worry about sunburn

Reece led the group through a meditation, successfully lowering heart rates and ensuring everyone was in a good mood for the rest of the evening. Before going in the spa however, one more surprise. Deanna had grilled up a picnic for everyone!

Reece and Alaina sat at the picnic table to chat. Everyone else including Deanna went to the pillows to joke around and relax. Abby told lots of jokes that had everyone laughing, while Nathalie kept looking around nervously.

Heading in to the spa everyone got a face mask! They were assigned to either relax in the sauna, relax in a massage chair or get a proper massage as their first activity. Autonomy was toggled on full from the moment the meditation ended so contestants had some time to chat or further pamper themselves. Remember, if they do not win a date from the upcoming cast challenge then this will be their last opportunity to talk to Deanna before the commencement ceremony. Reece is also around but friendship gained with him will not be judged.

Something went wrong with Alaina's face mask… I tried so carefully to make sure everyone took turns getting them from the mini fridge (I discovered in my testing save that applying them from personal inventories will lead to uncomfy moodlets) but somehow between the lot changing from generic to spa they went bad. Alaina and Nathalie got massages while everyone else relaxed in the massage chairs. Perhaps Kristina dozed off, when she got up she was sure she was in danger and hissed everywhere.

Abby and Nephinae got some good last minute bonding in while Kay got a massage. Kristina tracked down Nathalie and the pair happily talked about the possibility of hidden mics. Out in the foyer most of the group relaxed, Nephinae in particular was really keen on chatting to Reece, which made Deanna happy. Overall this group have had a bumpy time, but most of the in group tensions have died down in the home stretch of this round.

@bakersimmer, @berrysims-lp, @daedriyth, @hashimasims, @invisiblequeen, @lostinsixam

[notablenotions]

Masks of noblity - Chapter 31

Embroidery club.

A quiet agreement between two people who carried too much in their bones. A place of thread and tea and silence. Where emotion could slip into silk and color instead of breaking them open.

But today?

Today Henry had hijacked it with all the subtlety of a siege tower on fire.

It began innocently enough. A clear of his throat. A casual inquiry:

“So… will Hans be joining you for dinner?”

Jitka didn’t look up from her hoop. “Depends if he stops thinking I’m terrifying long enough to chew.”

“Hm,” Henry said. “He mentioned joining embroidery sometime.”

“Excellent. He can practice stitching up the wound he’ll earn if he tries to correct my tension.”

Pivot. Deflect. Redirect.

But Henry didn’t take the bait.

Instead, he set down his hoop. Rose. And stood in front of her chair, hands on either side—not looming, never looming—but blocking. Gently. Strategically.

She looked up at him and scowled. “You’re pulling a Bartosch.”

“You’re confusing Hans,” Henry said simply.

“And you’re blocking the tea.” She pointed toward the table. “Is this your clever new interrogation tactic? Beverage denial?”

“Jitka.”

She sighed. “Fine. He’s confused. He’s often confused. I once found him trying to get a goose to court a decorative swan. I’m not surprised.”

“Don’t do that.”

“What?”

“Hide behind cleverness. You’re hurting him.”

She stiffened. “It’s not that simple.”

“No. It never is. But you led him there, Jitka. You knew what he felt wasn’t platonic, and you let him believe it was.”

She dropped her hoop.

The thread unraveled slightly.

“I was protecting him,” she said tightly. “From himself. From this… this illusion.”

Henry crossed his arms. “What illusion?”

“That I can love him the way he deserves.”

There it was.

The quiet. The honest.

She stood, slowly, brushing down her skirts like a soldier smoothing armor. “He’s my husband, Henry. We are permanently bound. By law. By contract. If he wants my body, he can have it. That’s what the papers say.”

Henry’s jaw flexed, but he stayed silent.

“What he’s asking for,” she continued, voice shaking now, “is more than obligation. He wants something intimate. Something close. And if I let myself—if I let this happen—I will mess it up. I will ruin it. And then we’ll still have to make an heir. While hating each other.”

She looked at Henry directly, eyes sharp, wet. “I don’t want that for him.”

Henry studied her.

“You think he’ll move on,” he said softly. “That you’re just another skirt.”

She barked a laugh. “I’m not even a skirt, Henry. I’m odd. I’m strange. I don’t fit. You know that. You’ve seen it. I make people nervous. I talk too fast. I freeze when I should speak. I panic over touching. If you haven’t noticed by now, I’m wrong.”

“You’re not wrong,” Henry said.

She turned her back.

Henry stepped closer. “He’s hurting. Because he thinks he’s betraying your agreement. Because he thinks he misunderstood—and that it’s his fault. But it’s not. It’s yours.”

She spun. “Oh, so now I’m the villain?”

“You’re the coward,” Henry said gently. “And you’re using your cleverness like a shield because you’re terrified.”

Her voice broke on the next words. “He doesn’t even know me.”

“Then let him.”

She took a shaky breath. “If he’s falling for me, then he’s falling for the idea. Not the reality. He loves some version of me that smiles and says clever things and looks composed in candlelight. That’s not real. That’s theatre.”

“You think you’re protecting him,” Henry said, quietly. “You’re not.”

Her lip quivered.

Then—soft. Barely above a whisper—“Yes, I am.”

Henry stilled.

She didn’t look at him. “You don’t understand. I’m protecting you, too.”

Silence.

Then—gently—“From what?”

She stepped back. “Sometimes, when things are… too much, I can’t speak. I just… lock. I once walked halfway across the battlements while thinking about seed variance in wild rye before I realised I was barefoot. I nearly fell. I didn’t even notice.”

Henry said nothing.

She kept going, voice trembling. “Once, Radzig found me scrawling equations across his office wall. Writing on the walls. With ink. Some of it… was blood. He spent days washing it off before a scholar from Prague realised I’d solved something they thought was impossible.”

Henry’s eyes widened slightly.

“I cared for my father,” she said, suddenly sharp. “When madness took him. When he stopped recognising me. When he’d talk to ghosts, and scream at the windows, and call me by my mother’s name. I cleaned him. Fed him. Hid his fits from our tenants. I did it alone. My Kunštát relatives took my brother and left me behind.”

She was shaking now.

“I threatened the king for my father’s pension when I was five. They sent Radzig to talk me down. My father asked Radzig to take me—because he knew. Knew what was coming.”

Henry whispered, “Jitka…”

“They put him in a monastery,” she said. “And then I had to stand there while every member of my family explained why they couldn’t take me. Why they wouldn’t. And Radzig stepped forward and told the king he would.”

Henry reached out, but she stepped away.

“So yes,” she said, voice hoarse, “I probably love Hans. But out of love, I’m protecting him. From me.”

A long silence.

Then Henry said, “I believe you.”

Jitka blinked.

“I believe you’re scared,” he continued. “And I don’t blame you. But you don’t get to keep running from this while Hans bleeds. You don’t get to hide behind duty when the truth is, you’re afraid of being loved for the first time in your life.”

She turned to leave.

“Tell him the truth,” Henry said softly. “Because he deserves to be hurt by your honesty more than comforted by your lies.”

Jitka didn’t reply.

She just walked out, fists clenched, breath tight, her whole body trembling.

[coconut530]

WEIGHT IN GOLD

[tobuo]

honestly i love summer bc the sun is out and the sky is blue and everything is so GREEN and you can go to the beach and stick your toes in the ocean and stay up late because it doesn’t get dark but i always forget how lonely it feels when you don’t have any friends to spend it with

[bizarrelovetriangel]

interruptions.

all he wants is to have you all to himself but everyone keeps getting in his way.

fluff and slightly suggestive. brief references to chaotic velocity and his myth.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

He groans against your lips as his hands caresses your hips, urging you to grind against his thighs.

His bedroom is silent apart from the sounds of your exchange of heated kisses, your heavy breaths in-between, as well as the rustling of your clothes as your bodies yearn for friction.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

Sylus thrusted up to let you feel his excitement, and you responded by palming him through his pants, earning a low growl from his parted lips.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

You pulled away as the ringtone of his phone blares closely next to you. You gave him a look before he pinches his temples and reaching for the device on his night stand.

"You better have a good reason to interrupt me on such an important time."

This is the third time in just two days.

Sylus doesn't know how much more interruptions he can take.

"Looks like I'll have to cut our time short again." Sylus frowns as he gets up from the bed. "I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you, I promise."

"Don't worry about it."

Being Onychinus' leader can be demanding, so you're not mad at him at all. In fact, at the moment, you're doing your best to hold back a laugh.

"Before you leave, maybe take a cold shower first."

Two days later, as you were leaving your workplace, you ran into your lover who's dressed in his favorite leather jacket, bathing in darkness.

"Sylus?! What are you doing here?"

It's the middle of the week. You usually don't get to see each other until the weekends, unless spontaneous plans come up. You figured this is one of those special cases.

"Do I need a reason to see my girlfriend?"

"No, but you do need to be cautious when picking up said girlfriend from her job, which may or may not be interested in catching some suspicious people who love lurking in the shadows."

There's not an ounce of worry in his eyes at all. "Luckily, I have a strong kitten who'd protect me should anyone dare to put their hands on me."

You playfully punched his arm as you walked next to him. "You could've at least texted me."

"A surprise usually works out only if someone doesn't know what'll happen." He then taps your head. "There's a restaurant that I've been meaning to check out. Want to come?"

Your heart and stomach cheered happily, deeming him as your savior. After all, you're starving after such a long day at work. "Of course!"

Around ten at night, dinner was done and you ended up relaxing at an empty, quiet park. You sat down on a bench surrounded by red flowers and you rested your head on his left arm while he holds your right hand.

At first, the two of you enjoyed the moment of silence and appreciated each other's warmth and company.

You could've fallen asleep then and there.

If only Sylus didn't start leaving kisses all over your face. He dropped them one by one, slowly and softly, as if you're something precious that could vanish at any second if he isn't careful enough.

As his lips pressed against yours, his right hand brushes up and down from your knee to your thigh, warming up your body during the cold night.

Sylus' ragged breaths urged you to deepen the kiss while caressing his face, though your makeout session was short-lasted as a group of chatty, cackling teenagers had decided to hit up the very spot that you two are in.

Clicking his tongue, Sylus stood up and reached out one hand for you. "I guess this is our sign to leave. Shall we?"

"Yeah."

You couldn't even bother to hide your disappointment that your time together was once again shortened.

He came with you back at your apartment, though Sylus couldn't stay the night due to plans he has later on.

He wasn't even supposed to see you tonight; he forced it in his busy schedule because his urge to see you was just unbearably strong during these past few days, and the constant interruptions are absolutely not helping.

It's as if the world is purposely getting in the way.

The next interruption came during dinner at a restaurant that you and Sylus have been wanting to visit for months. You made a reservation two weeks ago, and you got to enjoy all the delicious meals and drinks that made the place worthy of Sylus' attention.

You were given the best seats in the restaurant, which would be the special table on the rooftop, decorated with dimmed, beautiful lights to illuminate the dark night, and flowers for your eyes and nose to feast on.

As you were finishing up your wine, you walked towards the edge of the rooftop to observe the scenery around you.

For a moment, Sylus remained seated, only shifting his position so that he could admire you in your beautiful dress.

It's one of his favorite views — you facing away from him, eyes beaming with happiness and lips curled into a soft smile, completely lost in the scenery around you and unaware of how bewitching you are and the trance that you always put him in.

He'll never get tired of it.

"Sylus, look!"

At your call, he appears behind you and immediately wraps his arms around your waist. He gave you a light kiss on the shoulder before moving his gaze to wherever you were pointing at.

Unfortunately, Sylus never got to learn what caught your interest because suddenly, you received signals that a Wanderer is nearby.

And so, dinner ended early and you spent the rest of your energy jumping in action.

The Wanderers certainly became Sylus' punching bags for the night.

At last, you finally won some time to spend in the N109 Zone.

You're at his house and you've just finished eating the dessert that you two made together a few hours ago.

And now, you find yourself trapped against the counter table with Sylus blocking all the ways to escape.

"Can't run from me now, kitten."

His lips touched yours.

"Boss, look what we found!"

"...."

"...."

"....oops..."

"...sorry!"

Luke and Kieran were frozen by the entrance of the kitchen, almost dropping the fancy looking weapon they were carrying.

You let out a laugh to break the silence. "Hey guys!"

Sylus sighs defeateadly. He did acknowledge the twins and the gift they brought to him by giving them a quick but sincere "well done" before turning back to you with a certain glint in his eyes. "I hope you're up for a midnight ride."

"Wait what?!"

He took your left hand and started leading you out of the kitchen.

"Right now?!"

Luke and Kieran only gave you a wave of their hands, still feeling guilty about the interruption. Sylus didn't look mad at them, but he does look frustrated.

Whatever he has planned out with you, they know not to interrupt. Even Mephisto stayed still after giving you a look.

"Here."

Sylus helped you put on a black and red helmet that matches the one he's about to wear.

You eyed the motorcycle and couldn't hold back your excitement.

"Blackrose Archfiend!"

The half-black, half-pink motorcycle with the trademark of a golden crow made you recall the first time you and Sylus rode it and race against other motorcyclists.

"It's been a while!"

Sylus smirks proudly. "I modified it again. I meant for us to test it out tomorrow when we have more time, but this is gonna be our ticket to peace and quiet so we'll use it now."

"Ticket to peace and quiet?"

He ascends the motorcycle and turns on its engine before reaching out a gloved hand for you, inviting you to join him.

"Will you let me be selfish for a little while?"

With a soft smile, you took his hand and sat behind him, holding onto his waist.

You didn't care where he'll take you or how long it'll take to get there.

Your heart races at the adrenaline rush from the roar and speed of the motorcycle, and the cold wind dances all around you as you dart across the moonlit, empty roads of the N109 Zone.

A high mountain roadside, underneath the stars.

That's where you ended up in.

Other than the noises made by the animals that live in the surroundings, there's absolutely no other sounds that'll disturb the comfortable, peaceful silence.

The only light source you have is the full moon right above you, but that's more than enough for you to see the look of content in Sylus' face.

His features are highlighted in such a way that makes him look like an artwork that deserves to be admired by many, and yet you're the only lucky one to see him like this at this.

"You're staring, sweetie."

"And what about it?"

He smiled and scooted closer to you so that your arms are overlapping as you sit on a giant boulder planted deeply on the ground.

"That means I get to stare at you as much as I want in return, right?"

You held up one hand in front of your face and used it as a wall to block his intense gaze. "No!" The way he gazes at you makes your stomach want to explode with various emotions.

No matter how long you've been together, he never fails to make you flustered as if it's just the beginning of your relationship.

Sylus laughed at your hand before intertwining his fingers with yours and putting your conjoined hands on your lap.

"You're mine for the rest of the evening, sweetie. Any objections?

You shook your head, melting at his words. "Not at all."

Despite your playful rejection earlier, Sylus' eyes were unable to keep away from you, finding you more entrancing than anything around you. While he could look at the moon, the stars, and the city lights, he can always see them every night.

He can't say the same for you.

Once upon a time ago, he lost you and you lost him. It was like having your entire world ripped away from you.

The day he found you again... he'll never forget the way that it felt. It was like seeing light for the first time in forever. Like gasping for air after holding your breath for so long.

He's reminded of how lucky he is to be given a second chance of a life with you. Even though he complains about the distance between your homes and your jobs sometimes get in the way of your plans, he'll always be grateful that he can spend any time with you at all.

He'll always cherish every second with you, and he will never take you for granted.

You didn't keep track of the time at all. You two sat there and enjoyed each other's presence, talking about whatever comes up in your head while admiring the stars above and the lights of the N109 Zone from below.

There were times when you two would pause your conversations and just embrace the silence, bringing nothing but comfort that made you want to cuddle — and you did.

At some point, your body had been enveloped by his arms. You're seated between his legs and your back is against his chest. You could feel his steady heartbeat that would occassionally lose its rhythm.

You're spared from the wind's icy kiss, but not from Sylus' warm, gentle ones.

It started off with him casually dropping kisses on random parts of your face. Sometimes, while you're in the middle of rambling, his lips will linger on your skin and you'd forget everything that you were about to say.

Then, his kisses gradually became more fierce. From the moment he fixated on your neck, you'd become a mess that's unable to talk.

After leaving a couple of marks, Sylus wore a satisfied grin before diving into your lips with his own.

He kissed you over and over and over again, taking full advantage of the isolation. Finally, no one can interrupt.

No one can take you away from him ever again.

[a-mint-bear]

I Think My Cute Co-Worker Got Taken Over By an Alien Hive Mind

On a mission and aboard a ship in space, your only real friend there is the cute and shy janitor. After an accident where he crashed on a nearby planet, he's been acting very... strangely.

(just a teensy bit of nsft implications in the dialogue here, nothin explicit)

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You're a scientist on a long-term space expedition. It's mission is to find possible inhabitable new worlds for humanity to live on in the future. Your job is to monitor and research environmental factors that could pose a threat to your crewmates and the mission and find ways to make planets more livable.

There are security officers, miners, your fellow scientists and researchers, the doctor and her assistant, a couple of maintenance androids for the ship and of course the crew who navigate and serve on the big hunk of metal you're all zipping through space on. On that crew is the ship's custodial worker.

You're not so snobbish to undervalue the importance of a clean living environment, especially in the medical wing and your own lab, but there are some on the ship that treat him like he's invisible or like he's not important just because he's not the brains or muscle on board. He comes and cleans up in your lab every day before dinner, and while sometimes you're too busy to really spend any time chatting, you do enjoy the talks you get to occasionally have.

Sometimes you're so busy that you end up working through dinner, and when you finally pull yourself out of it, you find quick and easy dishes ready for you well past the allotted mealtime. He always leaves a little candy from his personal stash alongside them, so you know it's from him.

He's a bit shy, and very quiet, but he always seems to light up whenever the two of you get to talk. You heard a rumor that he's the son of some business associate of one of the benefactors of the mission, and he just needed a job. Another rumor that he was a bit of a screw-up back on Earth and needed a fresh start somewhere far away. But to you, he was just your friend.

If you were being completely honest, you might've had a bit of a crush on him. He was just so kind and genuine, compared to the self-important scientists you spent every day with. And he was pretty cute, behind the baggy janitorial uniform and the dirt that sometimes smeared his face. He was sweet and he seemed to always be thinking of you, and he was one of the only things in your life that made you smile.

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There was a mishap one day, a near cataclysmic crash where six members of the mission crew were dislodged from the ship and fell into the low orbit of the nearby uninhabited planet.

He was the only survivor. He'd managed to land in a strange body of water where the density levels were so high that he hit the water mostly safely and stayed afloat until rescue. A broken arm and a minor head wound plus a slight concussion, but he was alive.

Other people on the crew seemed almost angry that out of the six people lost, including the ship's first mate and a researcher, the janitor was the one to survive. But you were just so happy he came back to you.

But after that day, your friend had... changed.

He was smooth and cool, almost confident? A little awkward still, but he carried himself differently. Almost like he was an entirely different person.

And he was... a lot more forward with you. Despite being so happy he was alive and even glad that he was making a move on you finally, you couldn't help but feel like something was wrong with him.

One day, he came in to clean your lab like every day and when you asked him how he was feeling, his arm still in the quick-print cast and the stitches on his forehead still healing, he just smiled.

"I'm fine." he smiled at you, standing a bit too close. "I missed you..."

You joked with him that he just saw you that morning, and he smiled that same smile.

"I've been thinking about you..." He held a lock of your hair in his fingers, seeming almost entranced by it. "My thoughts are damn near consumed by you, love."

You couldn't help the warmth that sprung to your cheeks. He was standing so close, and while he was acting odd, he was still that same considerate, sweet man.

"I want to touch you..." His voice was low and hit just right. You wanted it too, but you faltered. You told him that you weren't sure... that something felt wrong.

"Just let yourself go..." he smiled, caressing your cheek, his other hand holding your wrist. "I want you... Let me feel you."

Wrong. It felt wrong. He wasn't that type of guy. This...

You smiled, putting your hands on his chest. You told him that you were in charge here, pushing him back slightly with an authority you weren't used to wielding. But you stayed calm. Your hand lingered on his chest, pressing him against the wall.

He bit his lip, such a confident face... it only confirmed what you feared. Taking a step back, you ordered him to not move, he needed to be good for you. Your gaze still locked onto his, you pulled up a holo-screen, locking down your analyzer containment field. His smile didn't slip, but his eyes darted around with a puzzled look in them.

"What are you doing, love?" His voice didn't seemed alarmed or even mildly concerned. "Locking me up? If you wanted me all to yourself, all you had to do was ask..."

You told him you didn't know what he was up to, but you weren't fooled by him. He wasn't your friend.

"What do you mean?" He pressed his hands to the shielding, like he was testing it while still talking to you, placating you. "It's me... Let me out, love."

You told him your friend, even if he wanted you, would never push past your boundaries like that. He was sweet and considerate, and the kindest man you knew. While whatever this was had been ready to hold you down to get what it wanted.

You started your scans while it just talked to you, but you didn't respond.

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An hour had passed. If anyone found out what you were doing, they would deem it too risky and demand he be ejected from the ship. It wasn't like this was the captain you were scanning, or a fellow scientist. The mission could afford to lose him. But you couldn't.

"Let me out." It still wore your friend's smile, but there was something in it's eyes. Something... old. Something consuming him. "Let me touch you, love. I want to feel your warmth."

Your hands danced across the holographic screen, lining up your scanners. Usually they'd been used for scanning minerals and water sources to make sure they were safe for humans, but they were equipped with biological scanners in the case of the med-bay's destruction or shut-down. You were looking for what ever could be possessing your dear friend.

Something had been in that water, you were sure of it.

"We need to taste you..." It's tongue lolled out from it's mouth, panting and dripping saliva. "One taste, that's all we need. And then you'll be part of us. No more worries, no more searching, no more fighting to survive... you'll finally be free."

When you didn't respond, it laughed.

"We know how much you want him." It almost seemed to be taunting you now. "We can smell it on you... Don't you want to know what it's like? His lips on yours? His touch on your skin? You've been so isolated on this ship... long, cold endless nights with no one beside you. We know his mind, love. It's plagued by thoughts of you. Oh, how he spent night after night... positively enraptured... consumed with the mere possibility of your attentions. Your affection... Your toucccchhhh..."

You tried to shut out his words as your scanners looked for a way to stop this, to get him back, but the thing inside him seemed unbothered. Almost amused.

"He loves you..." It laughed. "It's an intense, burning thing. He wants nothing more than to feel you under him, in the throws of his LOVE... Your nails digging into his back, screaming his name... His obsession is what let us in... So singularly-minded... It was almost too easy..."

"We came into his body, his mind... it was hard not to be consumed by the thoughts of you. His wants became our wants. We are one, love. His love, OUR love... Be ours, and nothing else will matter..."

You paused. The thing inside him, It was speaking in the present tense. Like he was still in there somewhere. Or at least he wasn't dead. This thing wasn't possessing his lifeless body. It was in there with him. You felt more determined than ever.

You told it you would keep it here until you found out how to get it out of him. Even if you had to study him for days, weeks, you wouldn't stop until he was safe.

"You don't know how happy you've made him, love." It smiled, licking his lips. "He always wanted you looking only at him."

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light novel-ass titles are so funny to me

still working on CO3 but i needed to write this. i promise it's coming soon

can y'all guess what movie i went and saw that made me think of this one?

i've been thinking of a yandere that it actually some kind of possessing entity, and the idea latched onto a sci-fi vibe.

i wanted the header to reflect a darker haired, scruffier guy with a bit of chin hair who gives off a real loser vibe, but i usually source from other people's ai images (can't be copyrighted), and damn it all if they aren't all baby-faced little guys lol

something more like this:

but that's just fanart of Eraserhead from MHA lol

[jungwnies]

F1 GRID | taking away their food - tiktok trend

୨ৎ : featuring : max verstappen, lewis hamilton, george russell, carlos sainz, charles leclerc, lando norris, oscar piastri (comment if you'd like to see other drivers or feel free to drop into my inbox!) ୨ৎ : synopsis (requested) : taking away their meal while they are still eating to see their reaction...

୨ৎ : genre : comedy ୨ৎ : word count : 3490

୨ৎ masterlist ୨ৎ

ᡣ𐭩 a/n : when i tell you i love these tiktok trend requests, i love them...! <3

ʚ・max verstappen

you and max were on vacation at a beautiful beachside resort. unlike max, who preferred to stay offline, you were chronically online and had seen the recent trend of taking away people’s food while they were eating. what better way to have some fun than to try it on your husband?

max had a relatively short temper, but he was always patient with you. that’s why you couldn’t wait to see his reaction when his food was suddenly taken away…especially in an expensive restaurant.

after placing your orders, you excuse yourself. “i’ll be right back, babe, just have to use the restroom.”

instead, you hurry over to your waiter, who isn’t too busy at the moment. slipping her a generous tip, you ask, “while he’s eating, can you take away his food?”

she laughs, immediately catching on. “i’ve seen the trend! i’d love to do it—especially to max.”

trying to contain your excitement, you make your way back to the table, casually setting up your phone to record. the food arrives, and you both dig in.

as you eat, you casually chat about the upcoming f1 season. “are you excited?” you ask between bites.

“yeah, but testing is gonna be interesting. new regulations could change a lot,” max replies, focused on his food.

then, right in the middle of a bite, the waiter swoops in and takes his plate away.

max freezes. you bite your lip to keep from laughing.

“what the hell?” you say, feigning confusion.

max blinks before his expression shifts. “yeah, what the hell? i want to speak to their manager. what are they, fucking idiots?” his voice rises, his irritation clear.

that’s it—you can’t hold it in anymore. not wanting the staff to get in trouble, you call the waiter back, who quickly returns with his dish. “my apologies,” she says, trying to keep a straight face.

before max can get another word out, you burst into laughter. “it was just a prank, my love. an extremely funny one at that.”

max sighs, shaking his head. “you know i was hungry…”

you roll your eyes. “we had a snack before coming here. don’t lie.”

he huffs, but you can see the corner of his mouth twitching. “you’re lucky you’re my wife and not another driver.”

you grin. totally worth it.

ʚ・lewis hamilton

“are you excited to see the family again?” you ask lewis as you adjust your dress, glancing at him through the mirror.

lewis nods, holding out his tie. “always excited,” he says, smiling as you step closer to help him fix it.

you both make your way to the family dinner, where you're greeted warmly. everyone loves lewis so much that they always prepare a vegan-friendly meal just for him—without making a fuss about it.

at the gathering, you and lewis naturally drift apart. he’s with your father and uncles, deep in a discussion about sports, while you join the women in the kitchen, chatting and catching up.

your cousin pulls you aside, giggling. “have you seen that tiktok trend where you take their food mid-meal just to see their reaction?”

you smirk, already plotting. “oh, i have an idea.”

once everyone is seated and eating, conversation flows easily. then, mid-meal, you casually get up, walk over to lewis—who’s completely engrossed in a conversation with your uncle—and, without a word, take his plate away.

you turn on your heel and walk straight to the kitchen, leaving him staring after you, utterly speechless. the entire table falls silent. the women bite their lips, trying not to laugh, while the men exchange confused glances.

lewis clears his throat, placing his napkin down. “if you all will pardon me for just a second.”

he follows you into the kitchen, where he finds you at the sink, rinsing a plate. his brows furrow, but there’s amusement in his voice. “love… what are you doing?”

you don’t turn around just yet, keeping up the act. “what do you mean? i thought you were done.”

lewis tilts his head, his expression both concerned and affectionate. “darling, i’d barely even touched my food.”

you finally turn to face him, biting your lip to keep from laughing. “i know,” you admit, pulling his plate out of the microwave with a grin. “i just wanted to see your reaction.”

lewis exhales a deep sigh, crossing his arms. “and what exactly did you think was going to happen? that i’d sit there, starving, while you pranced around with my dinner?”

you shrug innocently. “honestly, i thought you’d be more dramatic. maybe throw a little fit, demand justice, give a speech about how a man’s meal should never be taken from him.”

lewis raises a brow, lips twitching with amusement. “oh, so you expected a whole performance?”

you nod. “at the very least, i thought you’d stand up on your chair and make a passionate plea for your food’s return.”

lewis chuckles, shaking his head as he steps closer. “you’re trouble, you know that?”

you hand him back his plate with a cheeky smile. “and yet, you married me.”

he takes it, setting it down on the counter before pulling you into his arms. “mm, don’t remind me. i think i should’ve put ‘no pranks’ in the vows.”

you gasp in mock offense. “excuse me? that would’ve been a dealbreaker.”

lewis laughs, resting his forehead against yours. “then i guess i really am stuck with you.”

you grin. “lucky you.”

he shakes his head, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before picking up his plate. “lucky me, indeed. now, if you’ll excuse me, i’d like to actually eat my food before you come up with another ridiculous idea.”

you smirk, watching as he walks back to the table. “no promises.”

ʚ・george russell

george loves your home-cooked meals. after a long day of racing and testing, he always comes home with an empty stomach, ready to devour whatever you’ve made.

and lucky for him, despite spending most of your day rotting in bed on tiktok, you still managed to cook one of his favorite meals. so, when he walks through the door, you greet him with a warm smile, already setting the table.

“smells amazing,” he sighs, dropping a kiss to your forehead before heading off to freshen up.

once he’s cleaned up and comfortable, you both sit down and start eating. conversation flows easily as he tells you about his day—mostly car talk that you only half understand but love listening to anyway.

then, mid-meal, right when george is in the middle of a big bite, you casually grab his plate and stand up.

“i’ll just be right back,” you say nonchalantly, walking toward the kitchen.

george freezes, fork in midair, watching you disappear with his food. at first, he just blinks, processing what just happened. then, he calls after you.

“love?”

you stay silent, waiting.

another second passes.

“babe?” his voice is a little more confused this time.

still nothing from you.

now you hear his chair scrape against the floor as he gets up, followed by hurried footsteps coming toward the kitchen. you grab a spoon and take a big, dramatic bite of his food just as he walks in.

he stops in the doorway, hands on his hips, staring at you like you’ve just committed the ultimate betrayal.

“love,” he says, slow and measured, “what are you doing?”

you make a big show of chewing, eyes closing as you hum in satisfaction. “mm. wow. this is really good.”

george blinks, looking between you and his stolen plate. “yeah, i know. that’s why i was eating it.”

you sigh, shaking your head. “honestly, i don’t think you appreciated it enough. i just had to double-check how good it was.”

he folds his arms. “by eating my dinner?”

you nod, taking another bite just to test his patience.

george lets out a long, dramatic sigh, dragging a hand down his face. “after everything i’ve done today—hours of training, media, testing—this is how you treat me?”

you smirk. “think of it as a lesson in patience.”

“oh, i’m very patient,” he argues, stepping closer, eyes narrowing. “but i will be getting my food back.”

before you can react, he lunges for the plate. you try to dodge, but george is quicker. he snatches it back, holding it above his head like a trophy.

“ha!” he exclaims victoriously.

you pout. “that was rude.”

george smirks, taking an exaggerated bite right in front of you. “oh wow. this is really good.”

you gasp. “now you’re just mocking me.”

he winks. “just had to double-check how good it was.”

you groan, swatting at him as he laughs and walks triumphantly back to the table, plate in hand.

“love you,” he calls over his shoulder.

you huff, crossing your arms. “yeah, yeah. enjoy your stolen dinner.”

ʚ・carlos sainz

carlos thought of you as a saint—you could do no wrong in his eyes. and honestly, you could probably count on one hand the number of times he’s gotten mad at you… actually, scratch that. it’s zero.

this man loved, and he loved hard.

one of your favorite things to do together was cooking, but nothing beat grilling outside when the weather was hot. it became a little tradition—firing up the grill, making burgers, and just talking about the most random things.

today’s topic? trying to convince carlos to leave formula one so he could stay home with you every day.

“mi amor, that sounds like a great idea, but…” he gestures dramatically toward your beautiful backyard, “we would not have a home if i did that.”

you sigh dramatically. “we could live a simple life. maybe raise some chickens, grow our own vegetables…”

carlos gives you an amused look as he flips a burger. “you scream when a bug lands on you. you think you’re ready for farm life?”

“fair point.” you nod solemnly, making him laugh.

once the burgers are ready, you both sit outside on the deck, enjoying your food and the warm evening air. conversation flows as usual—lighthearted, full of teasing and laughter.

then, mid-bite, right when carlos is at peak burger enjoyment, you casually reach over and take the burger straight from his hands. not the plate. just the burger.

you don’t even wait for his reaction before standing up and walking into the house, taking a big bite as you go.

carlos blinks, completely caught off guard.

“amor?” his voice is laced with confusion and betrayal.

you don’t answer. you just keep walking.

then he snaps out of it.

“amor!” he calls louder, pushing his chair back as he stands. “come back here!”

you hear his footsteps on the deck as you disappear into the house, stuffing another bite into your mouth just as he reaches the doorway.

“oh, you’re in trouble now.”

you sprint toward the kitchen, but carlos is faster. within seconds, he wraps his arms around you from behind, tackling you onto the couch as you let out a squeal.

“no! carlos! it’s mine now!” you laugh, trying to take another bite, but he pins your arms, shaking his head.

“i trusted you,” he says dramatically, his face hovering inches from yours.

“and you love me,” you counter, mouth half full.

he sighs, looking at the last pathetic remains of his burger in your hand. “that was my best one yet…”

you pat his cheek, swallowing. “it was amazing, really.”

carlos groans before flopping off of you, lying on his back on the couch with a pout. “now what am i supposed to eat?”

you sit up, stretching. “i guess i could make you another one.”

he side-eyes you. “you guess?”

you grin. “fine, fine. i will make you another one.”

carlos huffs but follows you back to the kitchen, watching as you start grilling again. after a moment, he walks up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder.

“you’re lucky you’re cute,” he mumbles.

you smirk. “i know.”

carlos laughs, kissing your cheek before finally getting his fresh, non-stolen burger.

ʚ・charles leclerc

charles leclerc is the definition of polite. he treats everyone with kindness, never raises his voice unnecessarily, and avoids causing a scene at all costs.

so he definitely wasn’t prepared for what was about to happen to his dinner—at his favorite restaurant, no less.

before walking to your table, you quietly slipped the waiter a generous tip and explained your plan. the waiter grinned, fully on board, and assured you they’d pull it off perfectly.

by the time you sat down across from charles, you had to bite back a smile.

as you waited for the food to arrive, conversation flowed easily. you leaned in slightly. “do you think i should start traveling with you during the season?”

charles’ eyes lit up. “of course,” he said immediately. “i would love that. and we could bring leo too—he’d love it.”

you laughed. “leo on a private jet, living the life.”

charles nodded. “exactly. he’s already spoiled, but this would make him impossible to deal with.”

the food finally arrived, and as always, charles looked delighted as he took his first bite. you chatted here and there, but you were mostly just waiting for the moment.

then, just as charles lifted another forkful of food and put it into his mouth, the waiter swooped in and—without hesitation—took his plate away.

charles froze mid-chew, blinking in confusion.

you clenched your jaw to keep from laughing as his brows furrowed, his eyes following his plate as it disappeared.

“amore,” he exhaled, swallowing his bite as he turned to you. “what the hell just happened?”

you shrugged, pretending to be just as confused. “i have no idea.”

charles sighed, rubbing his forehead before muttering something in french. you caught bits of it—something about karma for not finishing his meal last time.

still holding back your laughter, you watched as he looked toward the waiter, debating whether or not to say something. charles wasn’t one to cause a scene, but this? this was testing his patience.

“excuse me?” he finally called out, voice still polite but definitely stressed.

you couldn’t hold it in any longer. letting out a laugh, you waved the waiter back over, who immediately returned with his plate.

charles looked between you and the waiter, realization dawning. “no…”

you grinned. “oui.”

the waiter set his plate down. “désolé, monsieur leclerc, but it was a request.”

charles turned to you, eyes narrowing. “baby…”

you beamed. “it’s just a prank!”

he stared at you for a moment before shaking his head, exhaling through his nose. “you…” he pointed his fork at you, squinting. “you’re lucky i love you.”

you leaned forward on your elbows. “i know.”

still mumbling in french about betrayal, charles picked up his fork again and resumed eating while you giggled, already thinking about what prank to pull next.

ʚ・lando norris

lando loves eating out with you—especially at small, lowkey urban spots where no one bothers him and the food is always good.

tonight was no different. after placing your order, you both slid into a booth, and lando immediately started rambling about something completely random.

“so i was thinking,” he said, gesturing animatedly, “if we ever get, like, really lost somewhere—like, no signal, no gps—do you think i’d be able to navigate us out just by looking at the stars?”

you snorted. “lando, you can’t even navigate a grocery store.”

“that’s different,” he argued. “they put all the good stuff at the back on purpose. it’s a scam.”

before you could argue further, your food arrived—a fresh, steaming-hot pizza.

“finally,” lando sighed happily, grabbing a slice immediately.

you both started eating, chatting between bites, until suddenly, just as lando reached for another slice, the cashier you tipped earlier casually walked over, picked up the entire pizza, and walked away.

lando froze, mouth slightly open, staring at the now-empty table.

“hey, i was eat—” he started, but before he could finish, the guy was already gone, disappearing into the back.

his head turned slowly toward you, utterly confused. “what… just happened?”

you glanced down at your own half-eaten slice, pretending to inspect it. “do you think they took it away because the pizza was bad?” you asked, struggling to hold in your laughter.

lando frowned, tilting his head. “i mean… maybe? but we already ate some. wouldn’t they have warned us first?”

you shrugged. “maybe they realized it too late—maybe it’s, like, radioactive or something.”

lando blinked, deep in thought. “well… i feel fine. for now.”

then, shaking his head, he pushed his chair back. “i’ll just go talk to them—”

before he could stand, the cashier reappeared, grinning as he placed the pizza right back on the table. “enjoy your food.”

lando just stared at the guy, then at the pizza, then at you.

“were we not already…?” his brows furrowed.

that was it. you couldn’t hold it in anymore. you burst into laughter, clutching your stomach as lando continued to sit there, completely lost.

“what?” he asked, blinking. “what’s so funny?”

still laughing, you managed to get out, “i—i told them to do it. it was a prank! for tiktok!”

lando’s jaw dropped. “you set me up?”

you nodded, still giggling.

he exhaled dramatically, shaking his head. “wow. betrayal. right in front of my pizza.”

“i had to,” you grinned. “your face was priceless.”

lando grabbed his slice, taking a big bite while still glaring at you playfully. “i hope tiktok enjoys this, because i’m not sharing my pizza with you anymore.”

you gasped. “lando—”

“nope.” he turned away, holding his slice protectively. “find another victim.”

you just kept laughing as he ate, shaking his head at you—but deep down, you knew he’d totally get you back for this.

ʚ・oscar piastri

there’s nothing better than a good pasta, so while you and oscar were in italy, you decided to have some fun. recently, you’d been seeing the tiktok trend where waiters take food away mid-meal, and what better place to pull it off than in the land of pasta itself?

tipping isn’t really the norm in italy, but you still managed to sneak the waiter a little cash. using your very broken high school italian, you did your best to explain the prank. it wasn’t easy—your italian was atrocious—but thankfully, after showing him the tiktok, he got the idea. with a knowing grin, he agreed.

when you and oscar sat down, you could barely contain your excitement. the pasta finally arrived, steaming hot, and you both eagerly dug in.

as always, conversation flowed easily between the two of you. oscar was rambling about something—probably a weird f1 fact or a debate about whether pineapple belonged on pizza—when you glanced at the waiter and gave him a small, knowing smile.

that was his cue.

without hesitation, the waiter swooped in, grabbed oscar’s plate, and walked away.

oscar froze, fork still mid-air, a single strand of pasta dangling from it. his eyes followed his plate as it disappeared into the kitchen.

“did… did my food just get stolen?” he asked slowly, turning to you with the most genuinely confused expression you had ever seen.

you pressed your lips together to keep from laughing. “maybe… do you think something was wrong with it?”

oscar frowned, looking down at the pasta still on your plate. “but we’re eating the same thing…” he blinked. “was mine poisoned or something?”

you shrugged. “maybe they realized too late and saved your life.”

oscar squinted at you. “so they just left yours?”

you bit the inside of your cheek to stop from laughing. “maybe they don’t care if i get poisoned.”

his jaw dropped. “that’s messed up.” he started shifting in his seat, glancing toward the kitchen. “i should probably go—”

just as he was about to stand up, the waiter returned, placing his plate back down in front of him with a grin. “buon appetito.”

oscar looked at the waiter, then at you, then back at his pasta. his face was priceless.

“wait, what?” he looked genuinely lost. “was i… not supposed to have it? were we not already eating?”

that was it—you burst out laughing, unable to hold it in any longer.

“oscar,” you wheezed between laughs, “it was just a prank! for tiktok!”

he blinked. once. twice. then, realization hit.

“oh, my god.” he groaned, rubbing his face. “you set me up? in italy?”

you wiped a tear from your eye. “yes, and it was so worth it.”

oscar shook his head, sighing dramatically before twirling some pasta onto his fork. “unbelievable. i thought i was actually banned from eating for a second.”

“you should’ve seen your face,” you giggled.

he rolled his eyes, taking a bite. “you’re lucky i love you.”

you smirked. “i know.”

oscar chuckled, pointing his fork at you. “but just so you know, you will pay for this.”

you shrugged, twirling your own pasta. “looking forward to it.”

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[queeniewithabeanie]

The Nappers

Dpxdc Prompt #10

Danny was really excited to spend the summer with his second cousin(?) he didn't really remember, but apparently Jack Fenton's cousin was Gotham billionaire Bruce Wayne, a serial adopter.

Jazz had discovered the connection and gave him a call to see if he'd mind Danny staying over for summer because Danny decided he was going to tell his parents at the end of summer about his ghost problem, and Jazz wanted him to have a safety net.

He didn't really have a big family at home, with his parents being largely... absent and Jazz moving to Gotham for college. It would be great to be in a house that wasn't empty again.

Now if only his newly discovered family could stay awake long enough for Danny to talk to them.

"So how's living with our cousins?" Jazz asked him through his Fenton-phone. He flopped onto his bed and groaned.

"They're all seem nice but I haven't really seen enough of them to know yet."

"Danny, you've already been there a week, shouldn't you know them at least a little bit? You usually warm up to people quickly, as long as they aren't trying to kill you."

"Man I kinda wish they were out to get me, then I'd probably see more of them than I have already."

"..."

"..."

"Okay Danny walk me through our family, and what you know so far about them."

"Well first there's Dick, he apparently lives in Bludhaven and supposedly comes back to Gotham to visit fairly often, haven't seen any of him yet though."

"Then there's Jason, I've seen him come over after dinner a couple of times, but he's seemed in a really bad mood and I'm getting weird vibes from him so I haven't talked to him much yet either."

"Cass, Steph, Tim, Damian, and Bruce are the ones that actually live here at the manor and outside of when I first arrived I haven't actually seen them awake enough to talk to me. Anytime I've caught a glimpse of them they're taking naps and I'd feel bad waking them up, Tim especially (he looks like he needs the rest)."

"What are they, nocturnal or something?

"That's what I thought too! But the Manor is even more dead during the night than the day. If I had wanted to live with a bunch of zombies I'd have spent summer in the zone, not come all the way here."

"The only people that have stayed awake long enough for me to actually get to know them are Duke and Alfred! Duke's great, but he seems to have a day job so I only see him for breakfast and dinner and any time I can catch him before he sleeps after. Alfred's amazing, but he already has so much to do around the Manor, I feel bad bothering him."

"It is only the first week you're there, and there was a huge Arkham breakout your first day so everybody around Gotham is a bit tense while the Bats are trying to recatch everyone. Could you give it another week for me? See if it'll be an option for if our parents react badly?"

"For you, Jazz, I'll give it another week, but I can't just trade one empty house for another."

"Thanks, little brother."

"Love you, Jazz, bye."

Danny hung up the phone and sighed, he new there was something off with his cousins, but he couldn't quite place it. Constantly napping, disappearing during the nights, but always on guard when they were awake.

He had a week to figure it out, but if he didn't there'd be no real lost love. He'd come up with some excuse, stay with Jazz for the summer or something. If his parents reacted badly and he didn't have this safety net, it'd be difficult sure, but Danny and Jazz would figure it out.

Danny thought it would be nice to have some other family that had his back for once, but hey, maybe he just had shitty luck when it came to blood relations.

[katakaluptastrophy]

I think what's so interesting about Gideon as a narrator at the anniversary dinner is the fact that there's clearly tensions that she's just not picking up on because she's only there to eat a dessert.

But these people are all the immensely powerful leaders of the Houses and consider themselves to be in competition for literal godlike powers and the favour of the emperor.

There's so many little snippets that are potentially intriguing: why is Teacher trying to prime the Ninth to consider the Fifth a threat? Why are the Third and the Sixth "sizing each other up like prizefighters"? The Fifth absolutely knew what they were doing when they sat the teen heads of the opposing cults near each other.

Through Gideon's lens, Magnus' speech is a little awkward jokey thing. But...the seneschal of the House that is known to be actively trying to absorb another House is saying it's such a shame they're all so remote from each other and what do they all have in common (and it's so quiet you "could have heard a hair flutter to the floor") - that had to feel a bit different to people who aren't Gideon.

Palamedes' is dissecting the meaning of "Master Warden" and at one point compares it to a prison warden. 'Dulcinea' asking about whether Magnus and Abigail have children is perhaps less small talk and rather more pointedly political. Harrow's apparently stilted conversation with Protesilaus is clearly her actually probing his limitations like he's a bad Chat GPT-run chatbot.

And then 'Dulcinea' tells Gideon she liked the dinner because it was "useful". In her typical "I never lied to you" way, Cyth wasn't lying when she said Abigail had to die because of her hobby - Abigail Pent let loose on the Facility would have risked blowing Cyth's cover sky high. But what does a Canaan House look like where after the dinner party, the Fifth go down to the facility, get a key, and survive to continue their 'the Houses are going to get along or else' agenda? We've seen Fifth House soft power on a smaller scale in HTN: and it looks like inviting a teenager round for coffee, lulling her into a false sense of security with small talk, and then physically preventing her from leaving the room until she does what you want, while smiling the entire time. A series of little coffee chats could probably have led to a lot of cooperation in Canaan House, one way or another.

Gideon jokes about Silas marrying Ianthe because of their similar colour pallete, but it does raise the fact that there seems to be some tension around the Third, its succession, and the *point* of Ianthe. Why is Silas openly saying Ianthe should have died at birth? Combined with Judith's comments in the Cohort Intelligence Files about succession on the Third, it feels like there's something else being said here that Gideon isn't picking up on.

And of course, Harrow wasn't the only one desperate to become a Lyctor because her con was unsustainable. Presumably at some point Corona and Ianthe would be expected to marry, or at least take on more separate roles as Corona prepared to take over the throne and Ianthe was funneled off elsewhere. At some point, their package deal would have become unsustainable and Corona's cover would have been blown. But much as Harrow wants to become a Lyctor so she can reveal the state of the Ninth without repercussions, Ianthe is probably in part motivated to become a Lyctor for the same reason. Because otherwise, what would Ianthe's expected role have been? Amidst the suggestion of anxiety about the Idan succession, the dinner party also presents the fact that the reason Abigail and Magnus' infertility isn't a succession crisis for the ruling family of the Fifth is that Abigail's younger brother dutifully married in his early 20s and had kids. We know there are branch families in Ida - Babs is from one. He may be a prince, but he's not treated well, and you do get the sense that the stakes to stay in power in Ida are high.

We don't learn anything about the political situation in the Houses themselves during HTN or NTN, but in the wake of Canaan House, you have to suspect there are a number of tensions and concerns.

[taeghi]

your little brother, my little secret

yn and joy share every secret, until yn returns from university to find joy's little brother jake has become irresistibly hot. maybe keeping just one secret from your best friend won't hurt… right?

PAIRING : best friends little brother!jake x reader

GENRE : smut & angst. jake's (shy) a sub for majority of it. dirty talk, masturbation, degrading + humiliation, & y/n is a menace.

WC : 14k

mdni

you’ve been counting down the days until summer for what feels like forever. you’re returning to your hometown for the entire two months you have until university starts again in september. 

you’ve been driving for miles now, just having to go to a university two hours away from your small hometown. but the summer air is thick and humid, and it blows throughout the car as all the windows are down. 

your best friend, joy, sits beside you. you’ve known her for just as long as she has moved into your small town when you both were ten. since then, you’ve shared everything together; every laugh, every tear… every secret. her family feels like your own, summers spent in their backyard, evenings filled with board games and cards. some nights in high school even included sneaking out to a party and drinking until you thought you’d throw up. 

last summer was different. you were abroad doing an internship for university. and you didn’t get a chance to stay long during christmas break. so, it’s been a while since you’ve actually stayed in your hometown with all its familiarities. 

“jake will be home when we get there,” joy says, loud enough to be heard over the wind and faint music. 

“oh right, how’s he liking university?” 

jake is joy’s little brother. he’s always been shy, introverted, prefers to stay home and play video games instead of going out like you and joy. you remember him as a cute kid, all wide eyed and shy smiles. you don’t remember him having much friends, he’d rather be alone in his room. it’s hard for you to imagine him navigating the crowded university, but you suppose he’s all grown up now. it’s been so long since you’ve seen him, and the thought of how much he changed lingers in your mind. 

“he likes it,” joy says, her long black hair blowing out the window, “he’s excited for summer like we are.” 

you nodded in response, thinking maybe jake would go out with you guys now instead of playing video games in his room all summer. 

“we gotta go to hyunjin’s this week!” joy declares, her eyes lighting with anticipation, “you know he’s throwing a big party this week. and then, there’s that new bar that opened downtown. we have to check it out!” 

you agree with joy. her energy is infectious despite her brash (sometimes too brash) exterior. joy has always been more straightforward and perhaps blunt than you are. when sometimes you can be a people pleaser and a pushover, joy is there to say the words you wish you could say. 

“i can’t wait,” you reply, “it’s been too long since we’ve had a proper night out.” 

joy shoots you a mischievous grin, her confidence unwavering, “oh trust me, yn. this summer, we’re going all out.” 

you roll your eyes at your pretty best friend, pulling into her family’s driveway swiftly. 

you and joy step through the front door of the house, a place that is more familiar and comforting than your own. the place smells like a home cooked meal and you are instantly greeted with joy’s parents’ smiles. joy’s mother envelops you in a hug, her warmth and kindness instantly easing any fatigue from the long drive. 

"oh, yn, joy, it's so good to see you both!" joy's mother exclaims, her smile radiant. "dinner will be ready shortly. you must be exhausted after the drive. please, sit down in the living room and relax."

joy's father joins in, his jovial voice filling the room. "how was the trip? traffic wasn't too bad, i hope?" her parents' genuine concern and hospitality are a stark contrast to your own parents. 

"it was fine, dad," joy replies, her tone affectionate yet tinged with a hint of impatience. "we're just glad to be home for the summer."

you smile over your shoulder at her parents as she drags you to the living room. it looks the same as you remember it; comfy fabric couch, family photos on the walls, lit candles around the room that mix with the smell of dinner. 

joy props her feet up on the coffee table as she starts to scroll her phone. a nonchalant smile plays on her lips, “can’t believe we’re back here.” she says with a sigh.

before you can respond, a sudden noise draws your attention towards the backdoor. two figures emerge, their arms swaying as they laugh and push each other. 

“hey guys,” joy's casual greeting halts their antics momentarily, but it's the sight of you on the couch that freezes one of the boys in his tracks. he stands there, awkward and unsure.

the other boy remains cool and confident as he greets joy and walks over to you both on the couch. he stands in front of you, sticking his hand out in front of your face, “i’m heeseung.” 

you look up at him as he stands, his features are chiseled. his eyes are a deep shade of brown. his smile is almost cocky, but disarming as he flashes it effortlessly. there’s an aura of assurance about him, that he knows he’s good looking and he’s confident about it. 

your hand meets his, “i’m y/n.” your eyes flicker back to the boy who remains rooted to the spot, his expression unreadable as he almost quiets away into the wall. 

“are you gonna come hug your sister, jake?” joy squeaks from beside you, she octaves her voice higher to be annoying on purpose. 

it’s then that you realize who is standing there in the corner– you almost didn’t recognize him. 

the shy, nerdy kid you once knew is now standing before– transformed in a way that catches you off guard. where once stood a lanky teenager, now stands a man that is toned and tanned. his hair is longer and tousled in a way that accentuates his features. he’s taller and broader. 

as you take in his appearance, you can’t help but be struck by how insanely hot he has become. 

he shifts nervously, perhaps sensing your gaze. his eyes turn to joy, “no way in hell am i hugging you.” 

joy's mother breezes into the room with a warm smile, "oh jake, give your sister a hug."

joy springs up instantly, tackling jake in a bear hug that's both affectionate and overly enthusiastic. jake groans, awkwardly patting joy's back as everyone chuckles. heeseung, settles down next to you, a confident smirk playing on his lips, his eyes holding a hint of nothing other than flirtatious. 

"right, yn," joy's mother continues, her tone gentle yet teasing, "heeseung here has been keeping jake entertained since you left."

heeseung chimes in, his voice dripping with sarcasm and humor. "yeah, we're inseparable now," he says with a grin.

you laugh, unable to resist teasing. "oh really? i remember jake having no friends at all."

joy joins in, her laughter ringing through the room. "seriously, all he did was stay in his room playing video games."

"be nice, girls," she says playfully. "joy, come help me with dinner. set up a place for heeseung, too."

heeseung stands up with a mock bow. "don't worry, i'll set up my own place."

joy groans at having to help, leaving you and jake alone in the living room, complaining about why she has to help but jake doesn’t. 

jake settles into the chair directly across you, but his body language shows he’s tense and restless and it suggests that he’d rather be anywhere else. he fidgets slightly, fingers rolling over each other in his lap, his eyes darting around the room and avoiding you. 

“so, joy told me that you’ve been liking university,” you speak, trying to ease him and the awkwardness. 

jake’s cheeks colour faintly, a shy smile tugging at the corners of his lips, “uh yeah, it’s fine.” he mumbles, avoiding your gaze. 

you lean back casually, “meet any hot college girls?” 

jake’s eyes widen as he shifts uncomfortably, a mix of embarrassment and uncertainty flickering in his eyes. it’s endearing; how he still seems like the shy, introverted boy you’ve always known, now trapped in a hot guy’s body. 

“n-no, not really,” he stutters out. he can’t seem to meet your eyes when he speaks, his words stumbling over each other in a rush. it’s clear he finds you intimidating in a way, and you wonder what the reason is. maybe you’ll have to play with him a bit to figure it out. 

“really?” you tilt your head, your eyes not leaving him as he struggles to eye you, “i would’ve thought you had girls climbing all over you.” 

jake’s face redden more but he answers you, “no, that’s what happens to heeseueng.” he nods his head towards the kitchen. 

“hmm,” you sit back in the couch. you aren’t surprised that a boy like heeseung would attract a lot of women. he’s confident, outgoing and obviously attractive, but you’re surprised at jake’s answer. 

before you can question him more, joy pops her head in the living room, “come eat guys.” 

jake and you stand up and head to the dining table to eat. you think to yourself that this will be a fun summer as you glance around the room. heeseung eyes your bare legs as you sit beside him and start to eat. jake sits on the other side of the table, trying to not get caught staring at you as his parents ask your best friend questions about the school year.

you're sitting on the couch, tapping your foot impatiently, waiting for joy to finish her chores so you can head out and buy a dress for hyunjin's party this week. she's taking forever, folding laundry meticulously in the living room while you're itching to go. 

“joy hurry up, i wanna go!” you groan out to her, bored of scrolling on your phone as you wait for her. 

she rolls her eyes at you, “it’s not my fault that i’m an adult and have to do family chores, y/n.” 

“i know that! but you could do them faster.” 

she shoots you a look when you groan again, a playful smirk on her face. "fine, then help me," she says, handing you a basket overflowing with clothes. "bring this up to jake's room, it's all his disgusting clothes."

with a resigned sigh, you stand up and grab the heavy basket, muttering under your breath about how slow she is. 

you knock softly on jake's door, holding the basket of clothes joy asked you to deliver. after a moment, his voice replies, "come in." you push the door open slowly, finding jake sitting up on his bed, his feet on the ground facing you. 

"oh, hey yn," he says, his voice a little nervous and shocked once he sees you, his hand flying to hair to calm it. 

ey," you reply with a warm smile, stepping into his room. "joy wanted me to bring these to you. clean clothes," you explain, holding out the basket.

oh, thanks," jake mumbles, “you can just leave it on the floor there.” 

"no problem," you say casually, noticing how he avoids meeting your gaze. 

you step into jake's room, to place the basket down. you take the time to look around the once familiar room. it’s no longer childish, and clearly belongs to an adult. 

you glance at jake as you scan his room. he's sitting on his bed, looking slightly disheveled in grey sweatpants and a baggy sweater, his tousled hair indicating he's just woken up, so you ask him, “were you sleeping?” 

he nods sheepishly, “yeah i was out late with heeseung last night,” he admits, playing with the sleeves of his hoodie. 

you sit down beside him on the bed, close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating from his body. the new information about his late-night outing intrigues you, prompting a teasing remark. "really? the jake sim goes out late? i can't believe it," you say with a playful smile.

he chuckles nervously, looking away from you. the awkwardness between you is palpable, despite the years of knowing each other. 

you can't help but notice how shy he still seems around you, his eyes avoiding yours as he tries to compose himself.

"are you this shy around everyone, jakey?" you ask bluntly, the nickname perks his interest. 

he glances at you, his cheeks tinged with a faint blush. "uh, I don't know, I guess," he replies, his voice barely above a whisper.

“hmm,” you sit back on your hands on his bed, looking so casual next to his tense demeanor. you decide to keep pushing, wanting to see how far he’ll let you tease him. because you do love teasing men. it’s something that you find fun– more exciting than any foreplay or sex. joy always questions you about it. she doesn’t understand why you find it more thrilling to leave a man wanting more and then doing nothing about it. she likes to get her men swiftly and straightforwardly– like everything else in her life. but how is life fun without any games? “so what did you and heeseung get up to last night? anything… exciting happen?” your eyes hold his, challenging and enticing him all at once. 

jake’s adams apple bobs in his throat as he swallows, his eyes widening slightly at your bold question. “w-we just hung out, went to a bar and lost track of time.” 

“mmm, i see,” you let your gaze travel over him, taking in the cute way his bottom lip juts out. “so you were up late last night then? do you know what i do when i’m up late at night?” you lean towards him now. he stares at your face for a second, gulping when he realizes how close you are on his bed. 

“uh, what?” 

“naughty things.” you shrug nonchalantly. his eyes widen at your boldness and he shifts again, unable to hide his growing arousal. “did you think about naughty things last night, jakey?” 

“n-no,” he stammers, shaking his head, but the flush on his cheeks gives him away. 

you tsk at him, “jakey, you can tell me. i won’t judge. in fact, i might even like hearing those naughty thoughts of yours.” 

jake’s breath quickens as your pinky finger starts to brush against his thigh. “i… i don’t know,” he whispers, his voice hoarse from arousal and sleep. 

“go on,” you urge, your lips curving into a wicked smile, “you can tell me. do you think about me late at night?” 

a sound of shock escapes his throat, and he shifts, trying to ignore the growing hardness in his jeans, “maybe.” he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. 

that’s it. you’ve got your in– he’s let you start a little game with him that could potentially make both of you feel good. 

“tell me,” you encourage him, your fingers now stroking his thigh up and down. “what about me do you think of?” 

his eyes squeeze shut, “just… you.” 

you laugh softly at his shyness, but you are so delighted by his response, “i want to hear more from you jake. what do you think about when you’re touching yourself?”

jake’s eyes fly open, a mixture of emotions swirling in their brown depths. desire wars with embarrassment, “i…i think about your body,” he confesses, his voice gaining some strength. “your soft skin, your- your curves. i imagine kissing you.”

you smile at how sweet he is, “that’s such a turn on, jakey.” he looks taken aback at your confession. “tell me what else you’d do to me if you could.” 

he gulps roughly, “i- i’d, make you cum.” 

you tilt your head, intrigued, “how?” 

“with my mouth.” 

you bite your lip at the thought of jake in between your legs, sucking and licking your core, getting you wet, preparing you for his cock. you wonder if he’d make you cry out from how good it would feel. you’re sure he would. 

but then you remember that this is a game. 

“hmm,” you shake your head at him, “you think that you’d make me cum?” you pretend to scan his body up and down, your hand getting dangerously close to his crotch. “we’d have to see about that.” you glance down at where your hand is meeting his body and are pleased to see his bulge, hard and pressing against his sweatpants.

before you can tease him further, his bedroom door swings further open, causing your hand to move briskly away from him. joy leans on the doorframe, her expression a mix of annoyance and impatience. 

“y/n you were rushing me, and now i’m waiting for you,” she groans, crossing her arms. “let’s go!” 

you stand up, giving jake a final teasing smile, “see you later, jakey.” you head towards the door, closing it after you, leaving him with some privacy to take care of the problem in his pants that you had created.

on the weekend, you got ready for hyunjin’s party at joy’s house. you just got out of the shower, your hair soaked and your skin damp and moisturized. 

you wrap the soft, white towel around your body, shaking your hair to get left over water out of it once more before you leave the bathroom to go to joy’s room. 

you step out of the bathroom, as you walk passed jake’s bedroom, his door swings up. his eyes glued to his phone as he steps out of his room. he glances up just as you pass by, and you catch the moment his eyes widen in surprise. his gaze lingers on you, a mix of arousal and embarrassment. like he’s unsure of what to do. 

you don’t say anything, but you can feel his eyes on you as you continue walking. there’s a slight flush on his cheeks and his posture stiffens. you smirk to yourself, enjoying the effect you have on him. enjoying the game you can play with him. it feels good to know you can fluster him so easily. 

you walk into joy’s bedroom, hearing her complain about her makeup looking awful already. you turn, giving jake one last glance before you close her door. his eyes quickly dart away, but the memory of his flustered expression stays with you. 

“god my eyeliner looks horrendous,” you hear joy say into her mirror, you turn so your back is facing her and you start to get dressed in the dress you bought the other. 

“it looks good, what're you talking about?” 

joy groans in response as you slip on the dress. you start to do your own makeup and hair, listening to the faint music in joy’s room. 

“do you think heeseung is cute?” joy asks suddenly. 

your face contorts to confusion, “i mean, i guess.” 

“i think so,” 

you whip around to look at your friend, “ew what? he’s your brother's friend.” 

joy shrugs, “so?” 

you turn away from her, instead focusing on putting on mascara, “so, you would let one of your friends get with your brother?” 

joy gags, “god, no. plus who the hell would want jake anyways? he’s gross.” 

you force a laugh to come out of your mouth, “haha, yeah…” you cringe at yourself. 

it’s silent for a moment and you think joy realizes that you’re acting weird at the mention of her brother. 

“ugh!” joy grunts loudly, making you jump and look at her, “i look awful, i’m gonna wash it all off and start again.”

“what? but we have to leave soon.” 

“i’ll be quick.” 

joy dashes out to the bathroom, leaving you to finish up in silence. leaving you to think more about what happened between you and jake so far and how it could affect your friendship with joy. you tell each other everything, but this… maybe you should keep to yourself, at least for a bit. 

when joy decides she looks good (she looks the exact same before she washed it off and restarted), you both head downstairs to leave. your heels click on the steps as you walk down. as you reach the bottom, you see heeseung jake in the hallway, also preparing to head out. 

you let your eyes scan jake, his jeans and loose button up shirt fit him nicely. and his long hair is somewhat styled out of his face. leaving him with a “i didn’t try” look. 

"you guys are going to hyunjin's?" joy asks, her tone casual but curious.

"yeah, we are. i didn't know you guys are, too," heeseung replies, a hint of surprise in his voice.

joy smirks at him, "yeah, we'll see you guys there, oh! i almost forgot my phone." she turns on her heel and heads back upstairs, leaving you alone with the boys.

heeseung's eyes scan you flirtatiously, and he smirks, "you look so good, y/n."

you play along, enjoying the banter, "thanks heeseung, you do too."

heeseung bites his lip, his gaze lingering on you. "maybe you'll save me a dance at the party."

you're momentarily taken aback by his forwardness but quickly recover, used to men like him. "maybe. but you'll have to get in line."

heeseung laughs at your joke, "i will."

joy comes back down, phone in hand. you glance at jake, who has been silent the entire time, his eyes flickering between you and the floor. you wave goodbye to the boys, feeling jake's gaze on you as you leave.

you and joy are driving to hyunjin's party. joy is singing along to the radio, excited for the night ahead. you glance at her and smile, but your mind is elsewhere. you've always played games with men, testing to see if they would submit to you or try to dominate you. it's a defense mechanism, something you've developed over the years to protect yourself.

your parents' rocky marriage and your past relationships have left you scarred. every time you let your guard down, you ended up hurt. so now, you stay in control, never letting anyone get too close. it's easier that way. safer.

you glance at joy again, grateful for her friendship. she's the only one who knows a bit about your past. the one person who knows all of your secrets. 

you and joy step into hyunjin's party, it’s as busy as you remember hyunjin’s parties to be. the music is loud, and the chatter of all the guests is even louder. 

you scan the room, spotting hyunjin across the way. a grin spreads across your face as you make your way over, joy trailing behind you.

"hyunjin!" you call out, and he turns, his face lighting up with recognition.

"yn! it's been ages!" he pulls you into a tight hug, and you laugh, hugging him back. you tell him how you’re so excited to be back in town for the summer and that you’re sure to be back at one of his parties again. 

you move through the room, greeting old hometown friends. familiar faces bring back memories, and you find yourself laughing and sharing stories about your time abroad and life in the big city. the warmth of the alcohol courses through your veins, making you feel lighter, more at ease while in such a big crowd. 

halfway through the night, the buzz from the drinks makes everything feel a bit more vibrant. the room spins slightly, but in a fun, exhilarating way. it's then that you spot jake and heeseung. they don’t blend into the crowd, and your eyes are drawn to them. they’re too tall and handsome to be at this party. 

heeseung approaches you first, a lopsided grin on his face. "hey, y/n! having fun?" he slurs slightly, his breath smelling of alcohol.

you laugh, finding his drunken self amusing. "yeah, a blast! how about you?"

heeseung nods enthusiastically, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "totally. i'm gonna get another drink, though. see you in a bit!" he winks and stumbles away, leaving you alone with jake.

jake stands there, drink in hand, looking slightly more composed but still nervous. he meets your eyes, and for once, doesn't immediately look away.

"hey, jake," you say, taking a step closer. "enjoying the party?"

he nods, a small smile tugging at his lips. "yeah, it's fine.”

you laugh softly as he glances around the crowd, obviously not use to being around so many people yet, “yeah it’s a lot. but it’s good to see you out for once. you never wanted to go out with us in high school.” 

he takes a sip of his drink, gaining a bit more confidence. "it's good to see you too, yn. you look... really nice tonight."

you smile, feeling a warmth that has nothing to do with the alcohol. "thanks, jake. you look good too."

then jake speaks, but the music and people talking and yelling is too loud for you to hear. and you really want to hear everything he has to say. 

“let’s go somewhere quieter, it’s loud down here, right?” you yell so he can hear you. he nods and doesn’t say anything. 

you turn around and head upstairs, he follows along behind you. you feel his curiosity build. at the top of the stairs, you spot the bathroom and an idea forms in your mind. 

“actually, i need to go to the bathroom,” you laugh, placing a hand on his chest. “wait here, i won’t be long.” 

his eyes widen, but he nods, biting his lip. 

you enter the bathroom, but before you close the door you speak to him again, “actually, i have a favour to ask– could you unzip me? the zippers at the back and i can’t reach.” you gesture behind you. 

his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows and nods, following you into the bathroom and closing the door behind you both. you make sure to lock the door. 

you turn so your back is facing him, the zipper on display for him, “just unzip it, please.”

jake hesitates but reaches up, grabbing the zipper and slowly pulls it down, your bare back on display for him. you smile at him once he pulls away and you turn around to face him completely. 

“jakey,” you tease the nickname, “have you thought about me since our conversation in your bedroom?”

jake gulps but nods, his eyes trying to meet yours, trying to look confident, “y-yes.” 

you smile sweetly at him, “what have you thought about?” you take a step back and then jump onto the bathroom counter, crossing your legs. jake eyes your bare legs, the way your dress bunched up at your waist to reveal more. 

“uh, just that i could make you cum, with my mouth.” 

you smile at him, though he’s too busy looking between your legs, your chest and the bathroom wall. “hm,” you pretend to think, “how about we start with you showing me how you can make yourself cum?” jake’s eyes shoot to yours at your suggestion, finally looking at your face since you’ve stepped foot in the bathroom. “i mean, only if you want. but i’d kill to see how you jerk off to the thought of me.” 

you hear jake swallow roughly, “okay.” 

you can’t help the devilish smile spread on your face at his one word, “take your cock out.” 

jake tries to hide his shock, barely believing that this is happening, as he starts to unbutton his jeans and shove them and his boxers down his leg. his semi hard cock springs up, he’s obviously aroused just from unzipping your dress halfway. he’s so easy to get flustered that it turns you on– you know this will be fun. 

“show me how desperate you are.” 

jake’s mouth goes dry at your words as they send a thrill through his body. he reaches down and wraps his hand around his throbbing cock, giving it a few tentative strokes to make it completely hard and needy. 

“that’s it, dirty boy,” you coo, encouraging him, “spit on it. show me exactly how you touch yourself.” 

jake moves so his hand is under his plump lips, and then lets a dribble of saliva pool down onto his palm. he brings his hand back to his hard cock and starts to jerk his cock now. it glides more smoothly now, and jake feels the urge to buck into his hand. 

“do you think about me all the time when your little dick gets hard, jakey?” 

jake’s cheeks burn, but he can’t deny your words, “yes…” he whispers hoarsely into the bathroom. 

“speak louder, jakey– i wanna be able to hear you.” 

“yes, i think about you.” 

you chuckle, it’s only just the beginning but you seem to have him wrapped around your finger.

“and what am i doing? when you think of me?” 

“you touching me, sucking me.” jake manages to croak out, his voice thick with arousal. 

as jake starts stroking himself faster, his breath comes in short gasps. you watch him with hooded eyes, a cruel smile playing on your lips, “you’ll only ever be able to think about me touching you,” you purr to him from your perched spot on the counter, “i only touch real men, men who can last and fill me up. and you…” you shake your head, looking straight at his hard cock, “you’ll never be able to satisfy me.” 

jake whimpres, his hips bucking involuntarily, “i want to please you.” 

you laugh coldly, “please me? you? with that tiny dick? you won’t fill me up. and the way you’re jerking off right now, you won’t last long enough to even try.” 

your taunts spur him on, his hand moving faster and faster. he bites his lip to stifle a moan, wanting to prove you wrong in this little game, but the more he tries to hold back, the closer he gets to the edge. 

“see, you won’t even last with just your hand, how would you be able to last in my pussy?” 

“i- i would try.” jake whimpers out, his eye is threatening to close. his hand starts to slow, wanting to last longer for you. 

you hum at the action, “good boy.” you dig your hand into your thigh, trying to control your own arousal, trying to pretend like you aren’t turned on at all. “now think that it’s me touching you. that it’s my hands stroking your hard cock up and down, getting you close to the edge.” 

you can tell jake starts to think exactly what you tell him, you stand from your position on the counter, you let your face nuzzle in between his neck, your warm breath sends shivers down his spine. “that’s it, pretend it’s me and my spit all over your cock.” jake whimpers out at your words so you continue, “you’re mine to play with, right?” 

“y-yes,” jake nods up and down, his thumb brushing over his sensitive slit before he continues to jerk his cock. 

you can’t say it– due to this character in this game you’re playing with him– but he looks so hot. the way he’s pathetically thrusting into his own palm, covering in his own spit and precum. his lip is tucked in between his teeth, his styled hair has fallen into his eyes. his whimpers and moans as he gets closer to his climax. 

“cum for me now, jakey. let it go like a good boy.” you whisper to him, “this is the only way you’ll ever get off– by jerking off so pathetically while i degrade you.” 

your words push him over the edge. jake cries out, a curse followed by your name. his body tensing as he spills his release, coating his hand and thighs with his cum. you step away from him, trying to ignore the way your pussy is clenching around nothing at the sight. because this is definitely a sight to see. 

“what a mess you’ve made,” you tsk at him, pretending to be disgusted by him, “but i think you need to prove that you can do better– hold out longer. because then maybe, you’d someday get to feel my pussy around that pathetic cock of yours.”

your words make him whimper out. the combination of humiliation, degradation and his intense orgasm leaves jake reeling. he leans against the wall of the bathroom, trying to catch his breath as he’s covered in his own cum and saliva. 

he watches you reach behind you and zip up your dress easily, quickly fixing your hair and makeup in the mirror before you smile at him one last time. 

“now clean up your mess and get yourself together, jakey. we don’t want anyone knowing what happened here, do we?” 

with that, you unlock the door and stride out of the bathroom, leaving jake alone to process what just happened. your heart is still racing and your body feels dissatisfied and yearning for more. but you know that jake has awakened something deep within you– and you can’t wait to play with him again.

you walk into the kitchen the next morning, the light almost blinding after last night's party. the smell of coffee and bacon fills the air, but it does little to ease the pounding in your head. you see jake, joy, and heeseung already sitting at the table, all looking as rough as you feel.

"well, don't you all look lovely," joy's mother says with a chuckle, examining the four of you all hungover and tired. 

as you sit down at the table in front of jake you try to muster a smile and say, "hi, jake," but he doesn't acknowledge you. he stares down at his plate, pushing his food around with a fork. the cold shoulder stings more than you'd like to admit, and you can feel a tightness in your chest.

you focus on your breakfast, determined not to let the hurt show. the last thing you want is for joy or heeseung to pick up on the tension. you take a sip of coffee, hoping it will jolt you back to life, but it only makes your stomach churn.

heeseung groans dramatically, leaning back in his chair. "hyunjin's parties never disappoint, huh?"

joy laughs, though it sounds more like a wince. "yeah, remind me to never drink that much again."

under the table, you poke jake with your foot to get him to look at you, he briefly does, but his warm eyes are now cold and glaring before he looks down at his plate again. 

you nod along, forcing yourself to join in the conversation. "definitely a night to remember... or forget."

jake stays silent, not looking at you again. you glance at him from the corner of your eye, trying to understand what went wrong. heeseung and joy are too wrapped up in their own misery to notice the silent exchange between you and jake. 

you keep your head down, focusing on your food instead. 

after breakfast, you sit back in your chair, hoping the food will settle your uneasy stomach. heeseung stretches and yawns. "how about a movie? something low volume to help with these headaches."

everyone nods in agreement, except for jake. he stands up, his plate still half full. "i'm going back to bed," he mumbles, avoiding your gaze.

you watch him walk away, a mix of frustration and hurt bubbling inside you. "i'll be right back," you tell joy and heeseung. "need to use the bathroom."

you hurry upstairs, your heart pounding. you catch jake just as he's about to slip into his room. without thinking, you reach out and grab his upper arm, forcing him to turn around and face you. his eyes are still cold, distant.

"jake," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. "what's going on? why are you ignoring me?"

he looks away, his jaw tight. "i'm not ignoring you. just tired."

"no, you're not," you insist, stepping closer, not wanting anyone to hear. "you've been avoiding me since last night. do you regret what we did?"

jake finally meets your gaze, you can see the conflict in his eyes. once he sees your concerned ones, his cold expression starts to melt and blends into the usual, shy and embarrassed one. 

“talk to me, jake.” 

he sighs, giving in to easily to you like always, “it’s just… you left so quick. i didn’t even get to say goodbye.” 

instantly you realize why he’s upset– your actions flashing in your head from the night before. you bite your lip in frustration at yourself, suddenly you were the one to be embarrassed. you understood how upsetting it can be for the other person to just leave so quick with no aftercare or reassurance. you want to blame the alcohol for your actions the night before, but that’s no excuse. you should’ve stayed for a few minutes. 

“you’re right, jake.” you state, his eyes meeting yours in surprise, “i should’ve stayed longer. i’m sorry– that wasn’t right of me. we should’ve talked more about what we are doing and how we feel about it. you know nothing i said during it was true right? like… about your dick and stuff. it’s all just for fun.” 

jake nods, unsure of what to say but is agreeing with you, so you continue. though, you can’t tell if he truly understands that you don’t mean the words you say during your time together. 

“besides staying longer, checking in on each other, is there anything else you would want? are you okay with what we are doing? with what happened last night?” 

jake gulps but stands up straight, looking at you, determined, “yes, i'm okay with what we are doing–more than okay.” his confession makes you smile, “but, i want to touch you, make you feel good, not just me.”

you bite your lip and think about it, “okay, we can do that– just give me time okay?” 

you usually don’t let the people you are hooking up with touch you or see you naked until you are 100% comfortable with the person. when you trust the person. but you’ve known jake for majority of your life… why would this be any different with him. you could trust him… right? 

“yeah, sure. all the time, just for you.” 

you meet his eyes at his words. he’s always so sweet to you, it makes you feel more guilty for the night before. 

“okay jakey, i’ll see you later.”

“see you later, y/n.” 

jake steps into his room and closes the door with a final wave. leaving you with your pounding headache and nausea. you sigh and head back downstairs to rest on the couch with joy and heeseung. you’ll worry about your situation with jake later when you can think straight.

joy bursts into her bedroom with a squeal, her energy contagious. "oh my god, and i forgot to tell you what happened at hyunjin's party the other day."

you lift your head from the bed, curiosity piqued. "oh god, what?"

joy plops down beside you, eyes wide with excitement. "jeno and i kissed."

you sit up, mirroring her excitement. "what? no way! how did that happen?"

she grins, her cheeks flushing. "we were both pretty drunk, and we ended up talking in the kitchen. one thing led to another, and... yeah."

"oh my god, joy, that's huge!" you exclaim, leaning in closer. "how was it? did he kiss you first? did you like it?"

joy nods, her eyes sparkling. "yeah, he kissed me first. and it was... amazing. but now things are kinda weird between us."

"weird how?" you ask, your mind racing with possibilities.

"he's been acting all distant and awkward," she says with a sigh. "i don't know what to do."

you squeeze her hand reassuringly. "maybe he just needs time to process it. you should talk to him."

she nods, her smile returning. "yeah, you're right. i'll talk to him."

you both fall back onto the bed, giggling. joy turns to you, her expression softening. "ugh, i can't believe i forgot to tell you that. we tell each other everything. i forget you can't read my mind sometimes. i'm so glad we are best friends."

she pulls you into a tight hug, and you hug her back just as tightly. "no secrets between us, ever," joy says firmly.

"right... of course," you reply, but your mind drifts to jake.

you hug joy a little closer, feeling the weight of your own secret.

the heat is unbearable by the end of july, and you're grateful for the relief of joy's family's pool. you and joy have been lounging in the cool water all day, floating lazily and enjoying the rare stillness. the sun beats down, relentless, but the water makes it bearable.

jake and heeseung come out, both in their bathing suits. you can't help but check out jake's body. his muscles are more defined, his skin tanned. he catches your gaze and blushes, looking away quickly. it makes you smile. even after cumming in front of you, he’s still so shy. 

the day drags on, the sun slowly sinking in the sky, casting long shadows over the backyard. heeseung eventually heads home, throwing a casual wave your way. joy decides to go inside, “i need to wash this chlorine out of my hair or else it’ll feel disgusting.” you nod, watching her leave, and suddenly you and jake are alone.

the silence between you holds tension. you float closer to him, your movements slow and deliberate. he seems nervous, his eyes darting everywhere but at you. you find it endearing, his shyness, his awkwardness. he can’t look at you in a bathing suit, how could he look at you naked?

"it's nice out here," you say softly, breaking the silence.

he nods, glancing at you briefly. "yeah, it is."

you can see the tension in his shoulders, the way he's holding himself so tightly. you move closer, your fingers brushing against his under the water. he tenses, but doesn't pull away.

"you've changed a lot, jakey," you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper.

he finally looks at you, his eyes wide and vulnerable. "so have you."

you tilt your head to the side, intrigued, “how so?” 

he hesitates, his gaze flickering away before returning to meet yours. "you're more... confident. and, uh, you seem happier."

you try not to frown as his words bring you back to when you were in highschool. your parents were going through a divorce, your idiot highschool boyfriend cheated on you and you weren’t doing well in school. the only thing you really had was joy and her family that welcomed you in so warmly. you guess you forgot that jake had seen you at such a dark time. 

"yeah, those were tough times," you admit softly, your fingers trailing absently through the water. "but things got better."

he nods, watching you with a mixture of curiosity and concern. "i'm glad they did. you deserve to be happy."

"thanks, jake. that means a lot."

he shifts closer, his movements tentative and careful. "i always wanted to say something back then, but i didn't know how."

you raise an eyebrow, intrigued. "say what?"

"that you weren't alone," he says quietly. "that i was there for you, even if you didn't see it."

the vulnerability in his voice makes your heart ache. you reach out, your fingers brushing against his arm. "that’s sweet of you, jakey."

he looks at you, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. 

“you said, you wanted to make me feel good too, right jakey?” you ask, your voice practically purring. 

jake gulps at the sudden change in atmosphere. the sun is dipping down in the sky, you’re in a bathing suit that brings out the colour of your eyes, and now you’re talking about him making you feel good. he feels like he’s in heaven. 

“y-yeah, if you want.” he replies shakily. 

you smile at his sweetness once again, “then go on and touch me.” you command, “prove to me that those fingers of yours are good for something.” 

jake hesitates, knowing that his pleasure is entirely dependent on yours now. but slowly, he reaches out and places his hands on your hips– the first time he’s ever touched you. “if your fingers can’t make me feel good, then what hope does your cock have?” 

you watch jake’s face, enjoying the desperation and determination in his eyes.

slowly, jake’s hand goes under the way, tracing the hem of your bathing suit bottoms. you have to bite your lip to hold back your gasp. his fingers trace over the cloth of your swimsuit, until they hover over where your clit is. 

jake begins to rub in slow circles, gently at first, then with more pressure as you struggle to hold back a soft moan. 

“hm,” you pretend to scold him, “do you even know how to touch a woman, or have you been too busy jerking off all by yourself?” 

“i, i know how to pleasure a woman– i know how to pleasure you, i can pleasure you.” jake is determined as his fingers continue to rub your clit faster. you briefly close your eyes, the water around your core turns you on more. 

“you should, because imagine how embarrassing it would be for heeseung to come out here and see me having to fake my moans because of you.” 

jake’s movements slow for a moment and you realize that you’ve found another way to play with him. a sly smirk spreads across your face, “didn’t realize that anyone could walk out her and find you with your fingers against my pussy?” 

“n-no,” jake whimpers out, his eyes darting from your face to the backdoor. 

you laugh at his worry, “relax,” you tell him seriously, “they can’t see what we are doing under the water– it’s too dark.” 

he nods, and picks up the pace of his fingers against your clit. 

you let out a moan, “that’s it, you’re doing better than i thought, jakey.” you glance down at where his hand is curving against your body. 

because truthfully, he was making you feel good. he was alternating between small circles and moving your clit side to side. the friction from your bathing suit rubbing against your clit made you squirm in the water. 

you reach up, deciding to reward jake, and slowly pull the straps of your bathing suit top down, letting the fabric fall away to reveal your breasts. jake’s gaze flicks to them, and your breath quickens. he’s looking at your breasts like they are the most beautiful thing in the world. 

“you want to suck on these, don’t you?” you ask, running your fingers over your nipples, now hard from the cool water and his gaze. “beg me, and maybe i’ll let you.” 

without missing a beat, “please, y/n, let me pleasure you. i want to taste you so bad.” 

you smirk, satisfied with his answer, “good enough, let’s see what your mouth can do.” 

you guide his head towards you, and he takes a nipple into your mouth, sucking gently at first, then with more fervour as you moan quietly. your hands tangle in his long hair, holding him close to you. 

“t-that’s it, that’s good.” your voice betrays you as you speak. you can’t forget who’s in control here. 

jake’s tongue flicks and teases, sending shocks of pleasure through your body. you pull his closer, his fingers on your clit don’t stop. you start to grind your hips against his hand, your breathing becoming ragged as jake brings you closer to the edge. 

"oh, fuck, i'm getting close," you whisper, my voice hoarse with desire. “i want to cum all over those pathetic little fingers of yours."

jake’s tongue works faster, knowing that your orgasm is close and with a final grind of your hips, you cum. your body shakes with pleasure as you let your head rest in jake’s neck to muffle your moans. he holds you firmly against himself, letting you ride out your orgasm. 

finally, you pull away from him, panting and your eyes mix with satisfaction, “good boy,” you whisper, running your fingers through your hair, getting it out of your face. 

jake fights the urge to kiss you, knowing that it would be wrong (it’s all you want). so instead he asks, “are you okay?” 

you want to laugh but you’re too worn out from your orgasm, “yeah i am, i’m just hungry.” 

it’s jake’s turn to laugh, “you want to get out and get some dinner.” he offers you his hand to help pull you out of the pool. 

you take his hand, letting him help you out, “yeah, i’m starving.” 

you both climb out of the pool, the cool evening air hitting your damp skin. he hands you a towel, and you wrap it around yourself, shivering slightly.

as you head towards the house, you glance back at him. "you coming?"

he nods, following you inside. there’s a look in his eye that sends a shiver down your sprint. it’s a mix of infatuation and adoration and it scares you. he’s your best friend's little brother. what you two have going on is only a game, meant to be for fun. 

but then why do you have this fluttering feeling in your chest everytime you see him?

"i can't believe you're leaving me here," you complain, sprawled across joy's bed as she packs to leave for the cottage with her family.

joy rolls her eyes, stuffing clothes into her bag. "it's only for three days."

"yeah, but that feels like a month to me."

joy laughs, shaking her head. "when we get back, we'll continue our summer of fun. we only have a month left."

you groan, letting your head fall back against the pillows. "don't remind me."

you watch as joy zips up her bag, her movements brisk and efficient. she glances at you, a fond smile tugging at her lips. you know she's excited about the trip, but the thought of being without her for three whole days feels unbearable. you wonder what you’ll do without her… and jake.

"i should go home," you say, pushing yourself up from the bed. "it's getting late."

joy turns to you, pulling you into a tight hug. "text me if you need anything."

"of course," you reply, hugging her back just as tightly.

you pull away and head for the door, it's only three days, but it feels like an eternity. but, maybe it’ll give you some time to think about what’s happening between you and jake. 

you wake up to your phone buzzing on your nightstand. you groggily reach for it and squint at the screen, reading joy's message.

 joy : [yn, jake isn't feeling good at all so we are leaving him home alone for the weekend. would you mind checking up on him sometimes?? thank you so much ily]

you sigh and rub your eyes before typing back,

you : [yeah sure, have fun this weekend]

lying back down, you think about how awful it is for jake to not be feeling well during the summer. you hope he's okay, and a pang of concern hits you as you imagine him alone in the house.

later in the day, you decide to bring him some soup for dinner, knowing he probably won’t cook for himself. 

so when the sun starts to set again, you walk up to the familiar path on the door to joy’s house and knock softly, hoping jake is awake and feeling better. when there’s no answer you point, and take out your set of keys, unlocking the door with the spare key that had given you years ago. 

you walk inside the house, it’s eerily quiet without the usual chatter and noises of people being home. heading upstairs, you stop in front of jake’s bedroom door, which is closed. you knock softly, “jake? it’s y/n.”

here’s a pause before you hear his muffled voice, “just go home, y/n.”

you’re taken aback. “i have soup for you.”

“not hungry,” he mumbles.

you sigh, pushing the door open anyway. his room is dark, the curtains drawn tightly shut. you see him lying in his bed, blankets pulled up to his chin. you rush to his side, concern etched on your face. “jake, are you okay?” you start, reaching out to feel his forehead. “let me take your temperature. oh my god you must be really sick– have you taken any medicine?” 

he shrugs you off aggressively, sitting up abruptly. “i’m not sick!” he snaps.

you’re taken aback and confused. “but, joy said you aren’t feeling well…”

“well, i lied, okay? so you can leave. i’m fine,” jake says, his voice laced with frustration, but his eyes can’t stay on yours for long. 

you sit on jake's bed, refusing to leave when he’s like this, "why did you lie to them, jake? what's wrong?"

he sighs, covering his face with his hands. "i just needed to be alone for a while."

"what's happened, jake?"

"nothing happened, y/n."

silence falls between you, the room feeling heavy with unspoken words. you watch him, his shoulders tense, his face hidden. you both sit there, processing the weight of the moment.

finally, you break the silence. "is it about me? us?"

jake looks up at you, his eyes filled with something that tells you you’re right. 

"well, what is it? i'm here now, let's talk."

jake sighs but sits up straight, trying his best to look at you. "it's just, i don't understand what this is. i mean, why me?"

"what do you mean why you?"

"because there's so many other better guys that you could get, l-like heeseung."

you tilt your head, confused. "why would i like heeseung?"

"because he's like a real man, one that i'm not. one that could please you a-and fill you up." his words echo the ones you speak when you fool around with each other, and your heart aches knowing that he’s been taking your words to heart. that he’s locked himself away in his bedroom for the weekend because of you. 

you smile and explain yourself, "jake, i don't like guys like heeseung. my university is filled with guys like heeseung. my attraction is to guys like you, kind, sweet ones that have no idea they're hot. if i liked heeseung, i would be with him and not you, right?"

he shrugs, "i guess."

"i think you're insanely hot, jake, you know that, right?"

jake looks at you finally, shocked. "you think i'm hot?"

you giggle, "of course, that's why i'm doing this thing with you. why’d you think i was doing this with you if you didn't think i was attracted to you?"

he shrugs, "because i'm like the only one around really in this small town."

"jake, i am attracted to you, and only you."

jake smiles, "i'm attracted to you too, y/n– you know i think you're beautiful."

it's your turn to blush now but you sigh, “the things i say to you when we fool around aren’t true. it only makes this, foreplay thing, fun, right?” you feel the need to explain yourself, “you like what we do together, right?” and jake nods immediately and it makes you want to giggle, but instead you reach your hand out, your thumb rubbing against his warm cheek. it’s cute how he instantly melts into your touch. he looks so pretty against your hand. 

you can’t help but lean in close to him, leaving only inches between both of your faces from connecting, “you know, jake,” you whisper to him, “if you want something, all you have to do is ask.” you see confusion cross his eyes as he takes in your words, “just ask, and if i say no, then we can do something else, no harm done, right?” jake nods slowly as he analyses the meaning of your words, “just ask.” 

jake swallows roughly, fighting his inner urge to look away from you– but he keeps his eyes on yours when he speak, “can i kiss you?” 

you smile at his simple request. how could you think he’d ask something dirty of you (though you would’ve said yes to anything to him), when the jake you know has always been so sweet. 

you don’t answer him but instead lean in so your lips meet his. they’re soft and warm. and the kiss is sweet and romantic. your heart begins to palpitate, and it scares you. you've never felt like this when you've kissed someone before. the sensation is new, and thrilling and slightly overwhelming. 

you pull away first, your breath slightly unsteady. you look at jake, whose eyes take a while to flutter open again, clearly so entranced by your kiss. his gaze is filled with wonder and a hint of disbelief, as if he's trying to process the reality of what just happened.

“i told you, just ask.” you smile at him, your voice as sweet as him. 

jake gulps, and you can tell he wants to speak again, and you wait until he organizes in his head about how he wants to say it. he looks at you again, his eyes looking directly into yours, “can i eat you out? i want to. i want to know what you taste like.” 

your eyes widen at his request, a shiver runs through your body. the side of him that you’ve been craving to see, a glimpse of the confident, assertive man that you know he is when you’re not around. he’s finally taking control, being dominant, and you don’t stop him. 

without further prompting, jake moves toward, getting on his knees on his floor as you sit on his bed. he kneels between your legs, his hands gently pushing your thighs apart. his hands run up your thighs, “wanna make you feel good, y/n.” jake says to you, his voice unwavering. 

“then do it,” you tell him. 

his fingers hook inside your shorts, pulling them down in one swift movement, leaving your core bare before him. you feel exposed to him as he lets his eyes scan your pussy. he lets out a groan once you’re bare before him. 

his tongue darts out, teasingly light as it flicks against your inner thigh. you inhale sharply at the sensation, goosebumps erupting across your skin. he takes his time, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin of your legs, inching ever closer to your center. he’s teasing is so experienced. 

finally, his mouth reaches your core, and he wastes no time in tasting you. his tongue delves into your folds, lapping at your juices greedily. moans escape your lips as his talented tongue teases your clit, circling and flicking it with just the right amount of pressure.

"fuck, you taste so sweet," he murmurs between licks, his breath hot against your soaked lips. "i could eat you out forever."

your hands tangle in his hair, guiding him closer, encouraging him to continue, “would you like that, jakey? being in between my legs forever?” you tease him, wanting to see how far he would push back into the whole dominant thing. you pant, arching your back as he sucks your clit into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks as he pulls and tugs at the sensitive bud. it makes you cry out. 

“fuck yes, could be here all the time,” jake mutters out against your now soaked pussy. “do you like my mouth on you, y/n? like the way my tongue fucks you?” 

you feel a wave of arousal wash through you and head straight to your core at his words. you’ve never seen this side of him before. and you’re already enjoying it so much. 

"yes...feels so good," you manage to utter, “i love your mouth on my pussy so much. i had no idea you were this good at it.”

jake moans in response, the vibrations sending shocks of pleasure throughout your body. he adds a finger, then two, thrusting them into your tight hole as he continues to work your clit with his tongue. you buck your hips, riding his face as waves of pleasure build within you.

"oh fuck, I'm getting close," you warn him, your body trembling on the edge. "don't stop, jake! please!" the use of his full name makes him eat you out faster and harder. 

He grunts in response, holding you firmly in place as he eats you furiously. and then, with one final swirl of his tongue and a hard suck on your clit, you explode around his mouth. your thighs tightening around his head. "hh god, jake!" you scream, your pussy clenching and pulsing as you ride out a powerful orgasm.

jake laps at your juices, reveling in the taste of your release. he continues to lick and kiss your sensitive flesh as the aftershocks of your orgasm ripple through your body.

"that was...incredible," you breathe, before he leans up and kisses you, without even needing to ask– it turns you on more. you can taste yourself on his lips, a wicked reminder of the pleasure he just gave you.

“i’m glad you liked it, baby,” his pet name for you makes your legs squirm, “but i really want to know what your mouth feels like wrapped around my cock.” 

you smirk up at him, loving this side of him. you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss that is rougher and sloppier than the other ones. 

you pull away first, a thin string of saliva connecting your mouths before it snaps. his breath comes in sharp gasps and you know he's eager for more. with a slow, deliberate movement, you reach for the button of his jeans, popping it open before tugging down the zipper. his hips help you ease his pants and boxers over them, freeing his hard cock.

"fuck, yes," jake breathes, his eyes fixed on your face as you take him in your hands. his length is impressive, thick and veiny, the head slick with pre-cum. you give it a teasing squeeze, enjoying the way he bucks slightly into your grip.

"you like this, baby?" you coo, stroking him slowly, teasingly. "you like the idea of my mouth on you?" without waiting for an answer, you lean forward and swipe your tongue across the tip, tasting the small drop that beads there. "mmm, delicious," you hum, taking him deeper into your mouth, sucking gently.

jake's hands thread into your hair, guiding but not forcing. "fuck, baby, that feels so good. I've fantasized about this for so long. your pretty mouth wrapped around me, sucking me dry." His voice is hoarse with desire, his hips twitching as he tries to suppress the urge to thrust into your hot, wet mouth.

you hollow your cheeks, taking him deeper, your lips gliding over sensitive flesh. One hand cups his heavy balls, massaging gently, your thumb brushing the sensitive skin behind them. "You like that, Jake? Want more?" You hum against him, vibing your question straight to his groin.

he whimpers, his grip tightening in your hair. "yes, yes, don't stop. feels too good to stop." he bucks his hips, fucking your face gently, moaning as your tongue teases and flicks. "you're so good at this, baby. knew you'd be amazing." his words are punctuated by sharp intakes of breath as your tongue swirls and dances.

“hm, you’re such a desperate boy.” 

jake scoffs as he looks down at you, suddenly roughly grabbing your hair for you to look at him, “open your mouth wider, i’m gonna fuck your mouth.” he understands the game you want to play, understands that you want to see how dominant he can get. he knows you want to be forced into submission. 

you have to hold back your whimper at his words as they make your pussy clamp around nothing. 

you do as he says, opening your mouth wider for him to slide his entire cock inside of your mouth, reaching the back of your throat. 

“fuck,” a guttural sound leaves his mouth once you enclose your lips around his cock, your throat enwrapping his cock. he tangles a hand into your hair, slowly guiding his cock back out of you. “i wanna hear you gag on me, baby.” 

you moan around his cock, his words adding to the fire that’s lit in your abdomen. 

jake’s hips move gently at first, sliding in and out of your mouth, the head of his cock bumping the back of your throat every time. “that’s it baby,” he encourages, his voice harsh as he looks down at you, “take it nice and deep. that’s what i want.”

As his rhythm increases, you sense his building orgasm, and you hum, the vibration making his eyes roll back. his once quiet bedroom was filled with his grunts and curses and the wet sounds of his cock thrusting in and out of your mouth. 

you tap on his thigh and he releases your hair, letting your body lax on the bed and letting you catch your breath. you pull away, a stand of saliva connects your lips to his cock. 

“want you to cum in my pussy, jakey.” 

instantly, you can feel the atmosphere in jake’s room change. he returns to his awkward, shy self and he can’t look at you anymore. you partly wonder if he doesn’t want to have sex with you. 

“i mean, we don’t have to have sex if you don’t wan-” you start to give him an out. 

“- i want to!” jake cuts you off with a rush, and he immediately looks embarrassed, “i mean, i’d like to, if you want to.” 

you smile at him, “are you sure?” 

“yes, it’s just…” jake trails off again, having to gain the courage to say, “i’m a virgin.” 

your jaw unconsciously drops. you’re surprised to hear his confession. you thought he was experienced given how attractive he is. but his admission only makes him more desirable to you. 

"don't worry, jake. we can take it slow," you assure him, reaching out to stroke his cheek. "i really want this, and I want you."

he nods, his eyes nervous but full of desire. you can sense his eagerness, and it makes your pussy throb with anticipation. slowly, you grab the hem of your shirt and pull it off of your head, leaving yourself completely bare to his eyes. 

jake’s eyes widen as he takes in your body. you watch the brown orbs circle your entire core, watching as they move up and down your curves. it makes you giggle. 

“are you gonna get undressed too, jakey? or just me?” 

“n-no, i will,” jake stutters and takes off his own shirt. it reveals his abs that you’ve so desperately wanted to touch and lick the other week in the pool. so now that you’re alone, and you’ve given up some of your vulnerability to him, you reach out and trace the hardlines of his abs. his skin is warm and his chest is practically panting from being so turned on. 

“you’re really so beautiful, jakey.” 

you hear him gulp as he watches you touch him. it turns you on so much to see how quickly he can go from being in control, to being wrapped around your finger again. he’s so versatile that it makes your pussy throb with all the ideas you can do with him. 

you’re watching his adam's apple bob as he swallows, his eyes following your every movement. you push him down onto his bed so his head is on his pillow. you straddle his thighs, feeling the hardness of his dick pressed against your stomach. his hands rest tentatively on his sides, as if he's not sure whether to touch you or not. you take his hands in yours and place them firmly on your body, encouraging him to hold you.

"i want you to feel every inch of me," you whisper, grinding your hips against him. his dick slides against your clit, making you gasp at the pleasure shooting through your body.

"you feel so good," he murmurs, his voice hoarse with need.

you smile, feeling powerful and desired. you lean down, pressing your breasts against his chest as you capture his lips in a passionate kiss. his hands move eagerly over your body now, exploring your curves. you moan into his mouth, your tongue dancing with his.

breaking the kiss, you sit up straight, taking his hands and placing them on your breasts. "touch me, jakey," you encourage him, guiding his fingers to pinch and roll your sensitive nipples. "that's it… fuck. you know how sensitive my nipples are.” 

jake’s eyes are fixed on your breasts as he watches his fingers play with your nipples, making them harden even more. you arch your back, offering yourself to him, and his breath quickens as he takes in the sight.

"i want you inside me," you whisper, positioning yourself above his throbbing cock. you hover just above him, rubbing your swollen clit against the tip of his dick, making him groan and buck his hips instinctively.

"not yet," you tease, denying him entry. "i want to feel you fill me up first."

he nods, biting his lip as he tries to control his urge to thrust into you. you smile at his eagerness, loving how responsive he is to your slightest touch and instruction.

slowly, you lower yourself onto his shaft, engulfing his thick length inside your tight, wet pussy. you moan loudly as you sink down, feeling him stretch you deliciously. "oh fuck, jake... you feel bigger than i imagined," you pant, throwing your head back in pleasure. jake groans out as he fills you up. the way his name rolls off your tongue makes his cock twitch inside of you. 

jakee watches, mesmerized, as your body rises and falls, his dick sliding in and out of your slick core. "you look so beautiful riding me," he breathes, his hands gripping your hips as if he wants to pull you even closer.

you quicken your pace, riding him with abandon. your breasts bounce with each thrust, your nipples rubbing against his chest. "does my tight pussy feel good around your cock, jakey?" you ask, grinding your hips in circles.

"so good... so fucking good," he grunts, his eyes rolling back slightly as he loses himself in the sensations. "i've fantasized about this... about you..."

hearing his admission sends a thrill through your body. you lean forward, bracing your hands on his chest as you pound your pussy onto his cock, driving him deeper with each thrust. "you like my pussy, don't you?"

"fuck yes... it's so wet and hot... feels like heaven," he moans, his fingers digging into your hips as if he wants to leave marks. he gulps and you can tell he’s thinking about saying something, your hips enticing him to say it, “you like my cock? the way it stretches you? fills you? i bet, ugh, you can feel how hard it is inside of you.” 

“mhm,” you whimper out to him, loving this side of him, loving when it comes out and makes your pussy squeeze around his cock tighter. 

you sit up straight, your hands reaching behind to grip his thighs as you bounce on his lap. "tell me if you're close, jake. i want you to cum inside me."

he nods vigorously, his eyes locked on where your bodies are joined. "i'm close... so close..." he observes how wet your inner thighs are as you bounce up and down on him. 

You increase your speed, your pussy juices coating his shaft as you slide up and down so quickly, “cum for me jake, fill my pussy with your hot cum.” 

jake grunts out, moaning your name, he arches his back, his body tensing as he releases his load deep inside of you. you feel his cock twitching with each spurt, sending ripples of pleasure through your own body. "that's it, baby... fill me up," you encourage him, continuing to ride him through his orgasm. your own orgasm following his. the twitching of his cock releasing his sperm makes your pussy clamp down, your body shakes and your hands grip onto his chest harder as the orgasm washes through you. 

finally, he collapses back against the bed, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. you sit atop him, feeling his cum leaking out of your well-fucked pussy. you lean down, kissing him softly. "that was incredible," you murmured against his lips. 

he smiles, a mix of satisfaction and awe on his face. "you have no idea how long i've wanted that..."

you trail kisses along his jawline, a sense of power coursing through you. "i think i do,"

you slowly get off of jake and lay beside him, your chest starting to slow it’s movement as you catch your breath. you’re suddenly aware of the cooling sweat on your skin and the sticky mess between your thighs. the post-nut haze starts to lift as you register the reality of what just happened. you scan the room for your clothes, hoping to dress quickly and slip away. but jake is quicker than you. 

jake stands up and goes to the bathroom, wetting a cloth and coming back to your position in bed. he sits beside you, and looks you in the eye for permission to clean you. you nod silently, and let him open your legs. he gently wipes the saliva and cum off of you. the feeling is intense as he takes care of you. 

he presses a soft kiss onto your knee cap and you feel like your heart is gonna explode in your chest from sheer panic. this is all too vulnerable, all too intimate to what you are used to. 

when jake goes back to the bathroom to clean himself, you hurry and dress again. you beeline straight to the front door of the house– not looking at any family pictures on the wall, not being able to bear to see your best friend's face right now. 

padding softly towards the door, you stop to look back one last time. it was just sex, you tell yourself. and yet, you can't shake the feeling that something has shifted between you and Jake. 

just as you begin to pull the door open, you hear his voice call out, soft but insistent, “wait y/n!” your heart leaps into your throat and you turn, seeing jake standing there, fully clothed now. “i have to tell you something.” 

your heart feels like a lump in your throat as you swallow roughly, “what is it?” 

he takes a deep breath, his expression vulnerable. "i like you, y/n. i've always liked you since we were kids. i've just never said anything because i've been too shy and– and insecure. you deserve someone better than me."

your heart aches at his words. "jake, no. you're the best person i know. you don't deserve someone as awful as me." it breaks your heart to see him so insecure, especially around you. you've noticed how he is different when you aren't there, how he's more outgoing and confident.

he shakes his head, his eyes filled with earnestness. "no, y/n, that's not true. you're amazing, and i wish you could see that. i've always been afraid to tell you how i feel because i didn't think i was good enough for you."

"but jake, you are good enough. you're more than good enough." you squeeze his hand, trying to convey just how much you mean it. "i've been hurt before. that's why i don't get into relationships. i'm scared to be vulnerable, to let someone in."

"i understand," he murmurs, his thumb gently stroking the back of your hand. "but i’ll be here for you, whenever you need. i want to be with you.”

you swallow, "but what about joy?"

he hesitates, then says, "i know it could be complicated, but we can figure it out together."

you nod, feeling a mixture of relief and anxiety. "i like you too, jake. more than i realized. but i'm scared." 

jake smiles softly at you and wraps his arms around you. you let yourself melt into his arms, taking in his scent and warmth. you feel safe for the first time in your life. feeling safe and being held is all you’ve ever wanted. you didn’t want to be the one in control all of the time. jake allows your walls to be down– allows you to be vulnerable and safe at the same time.

"i'm scared too," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. "but i think we can make this work if we try."

you smile, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "i hope so."

you leave his room, your heart lighter but an anxiety settling upon you. you hope no one gets hurt in this. you’ve been hurt too many times and you would hate to see the ones you care most about being hurt. 

 as you walk down the stairs, you can't help but feel a sense of relief. maybe, just maybe, you could be happy.

you and jake have been seeing each other for a few weeks now, careful to keep things secret. it's not that you don't want anyone to know, but you're not sure how joy will react. she's your best friend, and jake is her little brother. the dynamic is complicated, to say the least. 

one evening, joy is hosting a small get-together at her place. a few friends from high school, some new ones from college, and, of course, jake and you. you and jake have gotten good at sneaking glances, sharing secret smiles, and brushing against each other in passing without anyone noticing.

but tonight, something feels different. the tension between you and jake is palpable, and you catch joy watching you both a few times with a curious look in her eyes. you try to play it cool, but it's hard when all you want is to be close to him.

at some point, jake and you meet in the hallway, away from everyone’s prying eyes. jake takes this opportunity to slip a hand into yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. you smile at him, your heart fluttering at the simple touch. everything he seemed to do made your heart ache more for him. 

"what's going on here?"

the voice makes you rip your hands away from each other. but when you turn and see your best friend, so visibly angry and confused, you know it’s too late. 

you and jake freeze, exchanging a quick, nervous glance. you clear your throat, trying to come up with an explanation, but nothing comes to mind.

"uh, nothing," you stammer, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

joy narrows her eyes at you, then at jake. "nothing, huh? because it sure looked like something."

jake sighs, realizing there's no point in hiding it anymore. "joy, we need to talk."

joy raises an eyebrow. "yeah, i think we do." she crosses her arms over his chest, her eyes glaring at you both of you. 

jake takes a deep breath and looks at his sister, "joy, y/n and i have been seeing each other," he says, his voice steady but nervous.

joy's eyes widen even more. "what? since when?"

"a few weeks now," you admit, feeling the need to finally be honest.

joy looks between the two of you, her expression a mix of surprise, anger and confusion. "why didn't you tell me?"

"because we didn't know how you'd react," jake explains. "you're my sister, and y/n is your best friend. we didn't want to make things weird."

joy stands in her place, her gaze flickering between the two of you, “i can't even look at you right now, y/n. i have to go."

panic surges through you as joy turns to leave. "joy, no please, we can talk about this." you reach out and grab her wrist, desperation in your voice.

she snatches her wrist away, glaring at you. "talk about what? that you’ve been lying to me for weeks? i thought we told each other everything, y/n. this is too much."

without another word, joy storms off, heading back to her room and leaving her party and guests behind. the music and laughter feel distant and hollow as you stand there, guilt and regret washing over you.

you glance at jake, his expression mirroring your own feelings of hurt and regret. you both know the pain you've caused joy. the pain you’ve caused the only person who has stood by you your entire life. 

but jake grabs your hand again, comforting you. you know that you can’t leave this relationship with jake behind. you need to find a way for you to be truly happy with both siblings in your life.

the next day, you find yourself knocking on joy’s bedroom door. the air still heavy with unresolved tension as she opens the door to see you. she groans and walks towards her bed, leaving the door open for you to enter. 

you sit across from joy on her bed, her expression softening as she takes a deep breath.

"i'm sorry for walking away like that," she begins, her voice quiet but sincere. "i've had some time to think, and i realize now that i wasn't upset about you and jake dating. i was upset because you kept it a secret from me. our whole friendship relies on knowing everything about each other."

you nod, feeling the weight of her words. "i'm sorry too, joy. i've been a bad friend. i didn't want to hurt you, but i didn't even know my own feelings towards jake. everything happened so fast, and i was scared."

joy reaches out and takes your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "i understand. i just felt left out and betrayed, but i get it now. we all make mistakes,” she nods understandingly. 

"i promise i won't keep anything from you again," you say, your voice filled with determination. "you're my best friend, and i don't want to lose that."

joy smiles, a genuine warmth returning to her eyes. "i forgive you, y/n. let’s move past this, okay?” she opens her arms up, letting you wrap your own arms around her. the hug is tight and loving, like usual. 

as you both pull away, you notice jake standing at the door, a sheepish look on his face.

"i overheard your conversation," he admits, stepping into the room. "i'm really sorry too, joy. i never wanted to come between you two or cause any problems."

joy looks at her brother, then back at you, and smiles. "it's all good, jake. just promise me you'll take care of each other and be honest with me from now on."

"we promise," you both say in unison, causing joy to laugh.

"well, at least we will be sister-in-laws someday," she jokes, making you all laugh.

the thought of marriage might be far too soon, but as you stand there with your best friend and jake, the idea doesn't seem so far-fetched. the three of you hug on her bed. 

you know that maybe someday your best friend would become your sister-in-law, and her little brother would become your husband. for now, you're happy, and that's all that matters.

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